My Ideal Household – Serving the Family

I’ve thought about what the perfect long-term home would look like.

Not just Master alone, but a full household — Master, his wife, maybe even their grown children if they’re discreet.
A large landed house in Malaysia, quiet suburb, high walls, gated.
No neighbors close enough to hear anything.
That’s where Cassandra belongs.

I wake before anyone stirs — biological clock now, no alarm.
Change to formal uniform in the servant chamber: white long-sleeve blouse buttoned to the collar, bow tie knotted tight, black pencil skirt (no slit), vest, blazer, 5-inch heels.
Gloves on.
I prepare breakfast for two — Master and his wife.
Eggs, toast, coffee for them.
Rice, beans, mayo for me — in the dog bowl on the kitchen floor.
I serve them first — kneel to place plates, refill cups, eyes down.
Wife smiles sometimes, says “thank you, Cassandra.”
I nod.
No personal talk.
No eye contact unless ordered.

The day begins.
I clean — vacuum, mop, dust, laundry for two (or three if children visit).
Gloves on for clean tasks, off for dirty (floor scrubbing, shoe polishing), back on before touching their things.
If guests come — friends, business contacts — I serve in formal uniform.
Pour drinks, clear plates, kneel to refill.
Tips surrendered immediately — kneel, palms open, “For you, Master.”
They see the quiet maid.
They don’t see the welded collar under the blouse collar, the chain hook in the back room, the thin pad where I sleep.

Lunch and dinner — same.
Prepare, serve, eat last — kneeling, dog bowl, spoon only.
If wife gives an order — “Cassandra, bring tea” — I obey instantly.
If she revokes an off day for some reason — “Not today, too much to do” — I accept without word.

Evening: clear table, wash dishes on knees.
Wait until Master and wife retire to their bedroom.
Only then do I change to regular uniform — short-sleeve white blouse, pinafore, red neck tie, white canvas shoes.
Enter servant chamber.
Lie on thin pad, hands over flat front.
Door closed (unlocked most nights).
Light dim and constant.
Sleep when body allows.

If punishment: door locks from outside.
Or chain to ceiling hook — kneeling or standing taut.
No sitting.
No rest.

I serve the family.
Master’s wife is kind but firm — she expects the same obedience.
Children (if any) treat me as “the helper.”
No one sees the deeper rules.
No one needs to.

This is my place.
In the household.
Serving the couple.
Serving the family.
Forever.

Comments if anyone has served a married couple in long-term TPE. How did it feel to serve two owners?