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It started as a business idea, a way of living rent free. I saw a 6
bedroom house for rent that I had lived in many years before and wondered
if I could rent it and sub-lease the rooms out so they would pay the
whole rent.
I knew the house well, it was huge, the room at the front with the big
bay window was built as a billiard room and had high ornate ceilings. The
kitchen was large and could comfortably fit a table for 6. It opened out
on to a plain but generous patio and a deep wide lawn with a small
waterfall, pond and rockery. I reasoned that as the rent was ?1800 per
calendar month I could split that five ways and charge ?360 per room and
live rent free. I was paying ?400 at that time and it was not as pleasant
as I remember that house being.
A lot of people living in one kitchen did lead to problems but it also
led to co-operation out of necessity and friendship out of familiarity. I
decided to take on the task of maintaining the common areas to alleviate
conflict and also justify my living rent free. One day a week cleaning
the kitchen, hallways, stairs and bathrooms wouldn't be too much like
hard work and if I charged ?400 that would cover household supplies and
help towards the bills.
If I charged ?400 it would be more like a boarding house, perhaps I could
offer breakfast. I liked the idea of being the landlady and the maid. It
was my most secret fantasy to be a maid, being dominated by a powerful
woman and forced to dress and serve her as her maid. I loved to wear
women's clothes and had dressed in private all my sexually active life.
As I grew older sexual morals became more relaxed and kinky became the
new gay. It became trendy to be at least a little bit kinky and kinky
parties sprang up all over the place like mushrooms.
My introduction to the kinky community came when I answered an
advertisement on one of the kinky web-site for people to help out at a
kinky party and got an interview. The Mistress who interviewed me was
very nice and asked me what my kink was, so feeling comfortable with her
I confessed that I had the fantasy of being a maid. She seemed to
understand exactly what I wanted then she offered me the chance to help
out at her parties dressed as a maid.
The work was unpaid labour but I would be wearing my maids outfit in
public. The actual work was laborious but the idea aroused me and I did
get to meet everybody there as I served them food and drinks. They were a
friendly mob and I soon learned most people's names as I was writing them
on the drinks they brought
I had over the years, due to the difficulty of getting my size, learned
how to sew, so outfits where not a problem. I was very flamboyant in some
of the outfits later on but in the beginning I made classic French maid's
outfits even if they were made of expensive silks and extravagant lace,
they were working uniforms.
But I digress, suffice it to say that I was a Crossdresser and had a
fetish for being forced to dress and work as a maid. I did not know why,
it was just there, part of me, it had been part of me since I was twelve
when I first discovered what my Dot, as my mother called my wee wee
thing, was for. I was very naive and still like to think I am, in that
being naive leaves you open to more possibilities. I like to dream and
not having to examine things too closely let's your imagination fly.
I had given up feeling guilty about this quirk of mine deciding that if
I was stuck with it then I might as well take advantage of it, turn a
problem into an opportunity as those motivational speakers tell us. I was
discrete in public, I never went out in female clothes, I would dress at
the club. I wasn't ashamed I just didn't see that shoving my peccadillo
in everybody's face was worth the explanations and prejudice it would
generate and the beatings I would get.
I knew that the house had a huge cellar with two good sized rooms that we
had used for parties, I met my first ever Transsexual in that cellar at a
party when I was very drunk. The cellar had endless possibilities as a
Dungeon and play area. The whole house would have made a perfect Brothel
or an even better BDSM house. The idea of filling the house with kinky
people and running around serving as their maid excited and terrified me.
How far was I willing to go to fulfil my fantasy?
I was familiar with all the necessary kinky web-sites and advertised for
people. The first person to respond was Miss Vivacious, a professional
Mistress who was eager to see the house before I took the lease, 'as we
maybe able to come to an arrangement' she said. She did not clarify but
if her profile was anything to go by, she was a very high class Mistress
who was stunning and out there. She had a beautiful body and a wardrobe
that looked all custom-made but her face could stop your heart so I
answered straight away and arranged an inspection for the following day.
I was talking to the Estate Agent when she pulled-up in a Yellow E-Type
convertible. Her legs appearing from the low car was another one of those
memory snapshots but when she rose and straightened her figure-hugging
dress she was a picture of grace. She approached us with an effervescent
smile, fresh and genuine, her body swaying invitingly. Her face had the
appearance of innocence and openness with a cheeky grin and her body
promised unimagined delights.
"Hello" she purred offering her hand face down with her long elegant
fingers curving towards the ground. The Estate Agent grabbed it eagerly,
holding her fingers he gave a little bob like she was a queen. He was
having trouble finding words so she smiled indulgently and turned her
attention to me. I crouched to kiss her hand saying, "Enchante."
"You must be Sussette?" she smiled.
I instantly went beet red and glanced sideways at the Agent, he looked
confused. She had used my femme name and I was embarrassed in front of
the Agent.
"Oh don't worry we are all friends here," she roared with relish.
"Come this way please," croaked the Agent recovering his power of speech,
pulling his stomach in and striding as tall as he could threw the front
gate. He seemed nervous, his self-confidence undermined by his dumb-
struck condition when he first met her.
I held the gate for her and she smiled deeply into my eyes as she passed
through. The front garden was average length but wide like the house, the
doorway was large and had stained glass either side of an elaborate door
with a cut glass window giving a hint a time when style mattered.
"To your right of this spacious hallway you will find this elegant
reception room," he said throwing open the door to my old room.
The whole place was dirty and needed a lot of TLC but it still had the
huge mirror that I had put up years before. It had obviously been used as
shared accommodation for years and was very run down but Miss Vivacious
could not contain her delight. She floated across the grubby lino into
the reception room and shrieked with glee.
"Now that is what I call a reception room! Purrrfect! Now I want to see
the cellar."
The Agent would have looked gob-smacked if he could have got his jaw off
the floor.
"Don't you want to see the rest of the house first? he almost gasped.
"Are you questioning my ability to know my own mind?" she said down to
him levelly but not unpleasantly.
"No no sorry." He rushed as she turned to leave the room.
He raced on ahead and led the way along the corridor to a door under the
stairs.
"It has only ever been used as storage so it is not very tidy. We didn't
expect it to be a feature," he grovelled.
She walked past him without a word and rippled down the stone staircase
to the basement. The ceiling was low but high enough to walk around
easily in heels. She inspected the filthy cobweb infested rooms and stood
there smiling to herself.
"What is the neighbourhood like?" she enquired without preamble.
He blustered and she looked at me.
"It is a bit rough but not too bad. The Central line tube station is five
minutes walk, the shops ten. The forest is a short drive and the area has
plenty of green."
"Thank you Sussette, succinct and relevant information, there may be a
future for you." She smiled at me and I felt great. "Can't expect an
honest answer from a man who is trying to rent the place to me, if he
ever gets his tongue untied." She said to the now catatonic Estate agent
with a tone of amiable indulgence.
The poor guy's confidence was at an all time low and he was about to
burst a blood vessel when he suddenly rushed upstairs saying he had a
call to make.
We laughed when he left. I could not believe the way she had reduced that
arrogant peacock to a snivelling wreck with just her manner. He barely
existed for her, when she did deign to acknowledge his existence it was
with polite destain, looking down from a great height added to by extreme
heels. She wasn't haughty or rude in anyway, in fact she smiled all the
time and spoke in a cheerful manner, it was more his manner that was odd,
he seemed to know his place and acted very deferentially to her.
"This will make a great dungeon, plenty of room for all my toys." She
said spinning round with delight.
"But it is so dirty," I said, seeing me being expected to clean it.
"We will get a few slaves in, have it done in no time."
I smiled again but was worried about the way she was taking over. I was
going to be her Landlady and she seemed to be acting as if she was going
to buy the place.
She caught my mood and smiled. "Don't worry be happy. This place is
perfect and I think you will like what I am about to propose.
I am looking for a new Dungeon in the East End and this is perfect.
Another plus is the area, I have a slave on the local council who will be
happy to help us through any licensing problems."
"But I was going to rent it!" I blurted out indignantly.
"I understand. You were hoping to rent the place and sub-lease the rooms
for enough to cover the whole rent. Don't worry! You can still have the
room in exchange for some household duties."
"I'll only clean the common areas once a week," I said shaking with
excitement.
I have plenty of slaves to do the household duties, what I had in mind
for you was something a little more personal but I will tell you about
that later. Now let's see if that poor little Agent has recovered his
composure. You know he has had a painfully hard erection ever since he
first saw me."
I sniggered, a little embarrassed at her candour and followed her
upstairs.
As we reached the top of the stairs we heard the toilet flush and as we
entered the hall the Agent emerged from the toilet looking very flushed
but without his conspicuous erection. She breezed past him as he was
tucking his shirt in and entered the kitchen. It was just as I remembered
it except it now had French windows which opened out on to a patio and a
large unkempt lawn. The pretty little waterfall at the bottom of the
garden looked a little out of place but the sound was enchanting.
"Delightful!" she declared. "We can have formal tea parties on the lawn
in the summer. You will need to train up some more maids for that,
mistresses can be very demanding and I expect the highest standards at
all times. I will order the slaves to fix-up the garden and you can pick
the household staff, after all it will be you supervising them."
I was staring out over the lawn, imagining it neat and tidy with a host
of Mistresses sitting at caf? tables with umbrellas, sipping Tea whilst a
flurry of maids rush about fulfilling their every whim.
She turned and exited the kitchen, the Estate Agent cringing along
behind.
"That will be your room, we can also use it as a dressing room for the
crossdressers so you had better keep it tidy," she instructed as she
passed the room between the reception room and the kitchen.
Use my room as a dressing room for a load of Sissies! And what was that
she said earlier about me being responsible for training the staff? I
looked in to the bathroom on the landing and it hadn't changed, just a
bit older and grimier. I remember waiting to get in to the bathroom many
times when I lived there.
"There is only one bathroom?" I queried Miss Vivacious.
"Don't worry, I have a slave...."
"Je comprendre," I said cheekily.
"I like that, you should speak like a French maid all the time. Perhaps
you could develop a French accent and throw in a few French phrases, it
would be so cute. I will speak to your voice therapist," she said, her
eyes drifting away from me into a glittering future. There were three
rooms on the first floor, all big and a new bathroom. She looked in to
the bathroom.
"That will do for now. I can put a shower in the cellar for clients and
they can use the downstairs loo," she instructed turning to smile at the
cute little stairs leading up to the loft.
"And now the maid's quarters?" she said bounding up the stairs, despite
her heels, like a little girl on Christmas day.
"Oh! I just Love it!" I heard her exclaim as I followed the shaky Agent
up the stairs. "It is so cute, bugger this being the maid's room, this is
my room."
It was the smallest bedroom in the house and had a peaked ceiling but it
did have charm. I could imagine rich tapestries or rugs hanging between
the rafters giving a Bedouin tent effect. The dormer window was small but
it gave the room a cottage feel.
"We can sub-lease the three rooms out on the first floor, for now. I know
a couple of Ladies who may be interested in my little enterprise. They
wont have far to travel to work and can go home when it is quiet. I might
turn the front room into a private lounge just for us, four Mistresses
with one maid in the house may be enough." She stared off into the middle
distance, planning and scheming then suddenly turned to the Agent and
said, "Let's talk about the price."
The Agent was suddenly startled into life.
"I can't go any lower than the advertised price," he said, years of
repeating that phrase showing in his face.
"But the place is a mess and I will be making extensive improvements."
"Oh you can't do anything to the house without the owner's permission,"
he said displaying the sum of his knowledge of property law.
"I am sure the owner will be happy with what I have planned, it will
definitely raise the value of the house."
The Agent looked interested.
"What exactly do you have planned?" he enquired curiously.
"To Buy it!
Redecorate the whole place, plant a garden, fix-up the bathrooms, maybe
put a shower in the loft and the cellar. Bring it back to its former
glory."
He looked confused; he had never met anybody like her before and wanted
to run away from this scary lady.
"I am sure we can agree a price for cash?" she stated. "Ring the owner."
He rang the owner and Mistress Vivacious took the phone from him and
walked away. Ten minutes later she returned and handed him the phone.
"Yes Sir! Right away Sir! Congratulations Sir! Sorry Sir!" barked the
Agent then hung up and handed her the keys.
"I don't know how you did that Madame but well done the house is yours."
"I know what he likes darling," she drawled like Zsa Zsa Gabor.
I stood there bewildered, it had all happened so quickly that I had not
had time to collect myself and think about what I was getting myself in
to. I excused myself saying that I needed to go to the toilet and went
downstairs to the ground floor loo. As I passed the cellar on my way back
I slipped down there to have another look. I knew the house very well
having lived there for five years but it seemed different, it was empty.
When I was there it was always a hive of activity, people coming and
going. It only took a few of us to be home and it could turn into a
party. We shared food a lot and there were some good cooks there. Perhaps
it could be a home again but the idea of a BDSM business operating
downstairs made me wonder. I wandered about the cellar remembering the
great parties we had there and could see it was the perfect place for
kinky parties.
"We will start with the bedrooms and kitchen first, we want to be able to
move in as soon as possible. Don't worry about the cellar for now," she
said from behind, startling me out of my ruminations. Go and have a look
at your room and start thinking about the d?cor. I will be interested in
hearing your ideas."
I turned to go back upstairs and she said, "Maybe you could move in
straight away and supervise the renovations?"
"But I have to give a months notice," I said playing for time.
"What difference does it make? You won't be paying rent here so it makes
no difference. Spending the month there or here ends up costing the same
so you might as well be here making yourself useful."
I was trapped again, she seemed so enthusiastic and I didn't want to
disappoint her.
"I'll run you home to pick up some clothes and we can move in tonight."
She pulled out her phone and started talking to someone.
"Robert bring me over enough clothes for a couple of days and pick up all
the household essentials on your way over. You know the sort of things,
toilet paper, washing-up liquid, cleaning stuff..... Oh and some bedding,
enough for two king-size beds. I will be spending the night here so bring
everything I will need." She put away her phone and turned to me. "Well
there is no time like the present, let's get your stuff."
I just stood there, my head spinning from the pace of developments.
"Come on Sussette! We have lots to do," she said as she breezed passed me
and started upstairs.
I shook myself and followed, soon we were at my place and she was
examining my wardrobe, throwing things on the bed.
"You will only need girl clothes from now on, I assume you are going to
dress en-femme in the house?" she enquired without waiting for an answer.
"You can come back later and tidy up."
She threw some clothes in my suitcase and enquired if I had any corsets.
I pointed out a couple of boxes where a lot of Sussette's clothes were
stored and she said to bring them.
I took everything down to the car and met her on the stairs on the way
back from my final trip.
"Let's go!" she instructed as I looked up at her.
"But the rest of my stuff?" I pleaded anxiously.
"We will sort that out later, have you got a nighty?"
"No Miss," I replied.
"We can pick up a few things on the way back to the new house. Come on
girl let's go!"
On the way back we stopped off at a huge mall and had a ball buying me
some new clothes. I even had a make-over and she bought me a new real-
hair wig. By the time we left the mall I was dressed as an common rather
tarty slut and she told me to leave my boy clothes in the good-will
clothing bin. The thought that I had no boy's clothes to change into
scared and excited me. This was a big step I hoped I would not regret. I
was at her mercy now.
When we got back to the house there was a car outside and a man waiting
for us.
"Did you get everything?" she asked him as she walked up to the front
door.
"Yes Mistress," he said with a curtsy.
"Well you and Sussette bring it all in and start getting the place
ready."
The rest of the day was a blur as we did a quick clean and made the beds.
By six o'clock I was bushed so she suggested that she would take us out
for dinner. We found a small French Restaurant locally and had a lavish
meal. We drank fine wine and when it came time to leave Miss Vivacious's
slave was the only one sober. She said he should go and we would walk
home.
It was a beautiful night and as we strolled the few hundred yards home I
asked her what my position was and what she expected of me. She smiled
and said that that depended on me. She said that she had a business to
run and that I could be very useful to her. She said that all that was
expected of me was to do one day a week cleaning and that she would pay
me for any extra work I did for her also if I would cook for the
household, I could eat for free.
It all sounded good to me, I could live rent free and I would be cooking
every day anyway so what's a couple extra, plus I could pick up a bit of
money by helping her.
"Great where do I sign?" I said joking.
"I have the papers at home, you can sign them tonight."
"You want me to sign a contract?" I queried, thinking she was joking.
"I will be investing a lot of time and money in you and I need some way
to be sure you don't just wander off when the going gets tough.
"How long is the contract?" I asked still not sure.
"Six months with an option for renewal. Don't worry, it will pass in no
time, you will see and I am sure after six months you won't be able to
drag yourself away from me."
Six months was more than I had planned but it sounded doable so I agreed.
"Now give me a little curtsy Sussette and show me how much you appreciate
all I am doing for you."
I dropped a little curtsy and said, "Thank you miss."
"Perhaps Mistress would be more appropriate now." She laughed.
"Sorry Mistress. Thank you Mistress." I bobbed.
"Now off to bed with you, your alarm is set for six, I want a full
English breakfast in my room at seven thirty," she instructed as she
turned to go to her room. "And I want you in the new uniform we bought
today, not a hair out of place."
Soon she was gone and I was left to clean-up. I had a shower and checked
myself for any stray hairs. I slipped on my new sexy babydoll nighty and
curled up between silk sheets to sleep. I couldn't sleep for a while,
running through the events of the day in my head and wondering what I had
really let myself in for but I eventually drifted off into a world of
femininity.
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