Showing posts with label Service to Master. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Service to Master. Show all posts

Monday, 15 February 2021

2 year contract- live-in girl maid for master.... typical day- Part 1

It has been roughly about 1 year into my life as a live-in household 24/7 slave-girl for my master. Halfway through my contract before I am given a chance to make a decision to continue as lifetime slave or be free again. But for now, I have been mental conditioned and trained well by master to be a super girly, demur sissy household slave in my master's house. 

This post is sharing about a typical day as a sissy-slave-maid (as what master refers me as). 

It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter. 

A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him. 

Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom. 

Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on.  My bed is actually a coffin-like box with a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to me that he has full control over me, to the slightest point of sleep, in such a way that he can anytime come in and lock me in the box at his pleasure in the middle of the night... Which he has done it before! 

Back to the routine... Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master. 

Changing uniforms
I have to first change out of the 'master prescribed maid uniform' and into the so-called admin uniform. Admin uniform is actually a full set of school uniform from a local school. Other than the usual maid uniform, this is the other set of uniform I must be seen in when not doing my maid duties. 


I swiftly, yet with demurely unbottoned the blouse... finally feel some breathing air the moment I buttoned.. Removed the blouse and hang it on one of the hangers. 

Yes, as a trained slave, unlike vanilla life where after undressing, simply throw the clothing on the floor, I am trained to respect the uniform as it's master's property and not allowed to drop to the floor. 

Then, I carefully and gently remove the bra from my chest. The bra which I have to wear with the maid uniform is the padded type which helps enhance the looks for the master. Same thing, thereafter, hang on the same hanger with the blouse. 



After that, I unzipped the back of the uniform skirt, sigh of relieve from the tight skirt. Similarly, hang it on the hanger as well. Thereafter, I could remove the ever high stilettos heels to complete the undressing process.

Summary, even for the undressing process, I have to follow strict procedures, which will be periodically checked by master via the camera. In short, the process of removal is: blouse, bra, skirt then heels. Any other sequence will be punished. 

There, I quickly dressed into the admin uniform, which the putting on sequence is also detailed prescribe by the master. a plain sports bra, then the buttoned up blouse, pinafore, socks and lastly plain white school canvas shoes. 

Then, I have to do my admin chores. 

I really hope that I can finish up fast because that will mean the amount of sleep I would have. As live-in slave, the amount of sleep daily is barely 3-4 hours. On good days, where the master turn in early, I could get maybe 5-6 hours of sleep. Really, unlike my old vanilla life, sleep as slave is very little, and I am forced and conditioned to make do with little sleep, however tough it may be... 

Admin chores before bed

First, I have to wash the maid uniform with a prepared pail of water. Master only issued 1 set of the maid uniform and master expect the set to be washed, starched and iron daily so that the slave will always look 'clean' and presentable in the uniform. 

In the small quarters, and limited water supply, I took down the blouse and the skirt from the hanger to handwash them with the limited resources. In my mind, was only to quickly get it done so I can finally sleep. After washing, I have to squeezed the uniform as dry as possible with my hands so that it can dry on time by the morning... 

Thereafter, I placed the uniform back to the hangers, positioned right by the ventilation fan to aid the fast drying process. The lights in the quarter must remain on throughout the night so that the heat and the fan can dry it fast enough. As such, as slave, the uniform, master's property, being more important than me, have to sleep in the lighted room... So the uniform can dry on time. 

From the past experience, with the fan and light, the uniform will be dried on time in the morning. Which I will have to iron as part of the morning admin chores.

After finishing, I can finally go to bed..... 





Sidetrack- oversleeping experience 

As slaves are not allowed to know the time, naturally, the quarters do not have any clock. I have to estimate my sleep, waking up with enough time to do up the morning admin chores before the master wakes up.. 

Remember few incidents, being so tired, I slept though unit master woke up before me. Remembered his fury those days. While sleeping, he would simply chain up my neck, pull me out directly from my sleep which i would have instantly got awoken. Usually on week days, as he would have to go work, punishments would be reserved for the later. However, I still have to fulfil my daily chores for the day. 

Under such cases, he would demand that I quickly change into my maid uniforms, say in 10 mins, and uniform still fully ironed.. and get to the chores for the day. Sometimes, i don't allow me to change out of the admin uniform, but wear the maid uniform over.. Or sometimes, if master was really in a rush, I would have to serve my chores in the admin uniform, but of course, with heels. 

Usually, for such incidents of infringement, the punishment will usually be at night. And will usually lead me to commit more infringement along the way.. Leading to more major punishments... And more and this can stretch for weeks until master decided to relent in his mercy or he decided to convert to punishment debt. 

For most times, the crime of oversleeping will result in me being deprived of sleep for the night. Usually, master will chain me by the neck to the ceiling, with the chain from the ceiling sufficient for me to bend a little down. And thereafter leave me that to reflect for the night on my crime. I would only be released the next morning, by which I had to resume my daily chores, with no excuse from the punishment. 

And being seriously lack of sleep, chances was that my work standards would drop drastically or perform silly mistakes. which leads to more punishments. This punishments may stretch way into the night. leading to a risk of oversleeping the next day... Resulting in a vicious cycle of infringements. 

Last i remembered, this cycle which I go into... only managed to get out of it only after 2 weeks.. only when master decided that I became so unproductive that he decided to convert to punishment debt, a super-valued one of course. Adding on to that, I was also not given 'off days for 2 months' 

Off days??? for a slave?? Yes, but it is not the same as vanilla life. 

Off days.
Off days are given by master the once a week, usually on a weekend in accordance to his pleasure. It is not guaranteed and can easily be taken away. Although it was stated in the contract that I may be given off days once a week. 

Off can easily be taken away if master requires my service for the day or that he has a party which I am required to prepare for and serve in the party. Well, parties are over weekends. 

Or if that week, master finds my performance not acceptable, he will not give the off days. With that day used to finish up the backlog chores. 

So far, as much as i can remember, I was only given about 8-10 off days for the year. 

As a live-in-slave sissy maid, off days is not like those in vanilla life where I am allowed out of the house or be out of the uniform for the day. It is not a day I am allowed to roam freely around the house.. It is also not the day I can let myself down and misbehave or behave as a boy. Rules for a slave, rules for being a sissy girl, rules for being a maid still applies during off days. Off days as a sissy slave maid is NOT THE SAME as what a VANILLA LIFE perceive. Although it is already should be considered a super luxury for a slave. 

I would not know if I am granted off days until the day itself. Upon being granted the off, I am supposed to retreat back to my quarters for my off. There, I am either allowed to do my admin chores, (like brush hair, wash and ironing of uniforms) OR read books (books available are mostly about how to be a better slaves) OR simply kneel down and reflect on how to be a better slave for the master. 

Sleeping is not allowed doing the off period. Although closing eyes while kneeling is allowed provided I don't lean to sleep. 

For this 1 year, I have learned and conditioned and accepted that off days of this type is indeed a luxury. I have learned to look forward for such, although normal people would not have. But it was really a period of off from the never-ending chores, serving masters and activities. 

However, I am always mindful that while having my off, it can suddenly end, if master, via his CCTV notice that I am sleeping, behave inappropriately or doing what I am NOT supposed to do. It happened once or twice, and the remaining time of off was immediately converted to time of punishement, which was at the other end of the scale! 

And being slave, and really value my off-days, I have learned fast and made sure I really behave during the time of off.. 

To be continued...

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

Part 2-8: Day 2 Cleaning master's feet

Then master said: Now now now... mouth is clean enough for me... Time to lick clean my feet...

Lick feet?? Another new 'activity' I never tried before.. Definitely not in my regular life.. I viewed it as extremely dirty for such act... This is going to be tough.. Cannot imagine licking feet... But somehow, there is no choice... the regretful feeling comes again!! Regret to even suggest this.. Regret to even suggest no safewords....

Somehow, despite, I will still proceed... Regardless..

Have to go through it....

Master continued: Go kneel below me at the sofa and lick clean my feet...

With that, master just walked to the sofa and sat down there.. Too quick also for me to do any protocol...

Instinct to follow instructions become dominant by now instead of any reluctance or reasoning.. I am really getting into this role deeper and deeper.. Even to extent of just to follow instructions more than thinking of retaliation against what I do not want to do... Master's training is effective....

Lost as i was expecting to do protocol.. I hastily stood up and followed after master to the sofa area and kneeled before him...

By now, his feet is right in front of me... seemingly signaling me to do the job...

Careful not to commit any more mistake, I bowed and requested for permission: Master, Casssandra request for permission to lick clean master's feet..

Master simply replied: Proceed..

I simply bowed lower to the closest feet in front, for this case, the right feet. There was a SMELL! Master seems like he has worn his shoes and it was smelly.. I really wanted all this to end... Somehow, I froze right above his feet, scared to bring the tongue to touch the feet.

Only a few seconds later master's patience ran out: What are you waiting for?? Punishment??? LICK!

His voice, has become my instruction and instinct.... Somehow, without thinking, I just followed what this voice said and immediately licked...

It tasted really salty......

Surprising, it tasted good! maybe it is because it was salty, compared to castor oil raw vegetables, or the sour vinegar... Maybe, I am still hungry and the saltiness satisfy my hunger...

I began licking more profusely, covering every inch of the feet. Also, somehow, my saliva keeps flowing and covering the entire feet with a decent layer of saliva..

After covering the entire surface, master lifted up his feet and I continued to lick his sole... It felt different... Felt tough and hard, but still salty... I swiftly lick it... Somehow felt like an excited dog licking master...

Finishing the entire right feet, I excitedly moved over the left feet and continued the same...

It was not that bad afterall, and somehow I felt like a reprieve from all the torturous happenings thus far... It somehow felt like comfort 'foot' (food) and somehow tasty..

The licking ended quite fast to me... Maybe because of it felt good.. finally something good.. Finishing the left, I felt so tempted to repeat the right again..

However, right when I wanted to move my head back to the right, Master instructed already:
' Go to the kitchen and get the foot pail and fill with water and bring here with a cloth to rinse my feet'

Dissappointed... Ended so fast...

I obeyed instinctively.. I did the protocol and responded accordingly and proceed to get the pail, fill up with water and bring it back to master.. observed the protocol again before proceeding.

Back to the kneeling position, I gently used the water to wipe his feet with the cloth...

The thought came to me, felt like a slave in ancient time cleaning master's feet.. And felt really humiliating...

After cleaning his feet and dried it, I sounded: Master, Cassandra has finished cleaning master's feet, Cassandra awaits master's instruction..

And waited..

Master spoke: Don't forget you still owe alot of punishments..............

And he just stopped in that suspense... Somehow the regretful feeling came in again.. Punishment has become a very feared words to my ears.. Hearing this word alone is enough, powerful enough to being in a series of NEGATIVITY, THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES....

Master continued: Not now Cassandra... You still have your slave obligations to fulfill,.... it will come later... MY TIME!! not your choice.......


To be continued.....

Friday, 5 July 2019

Part 2-7: Day 2 Lunchtime and serving master.

After finishing the drink.. I knew full well that I better observe protocol, especially when the pain from the punishment is still so fresh. I made sure I finished everything of that Yucky stuff..

While kneeling, I gently bowed down my head (as form of curtsy), and remained bowed, I stretched forward both hands with the pail, presenting to master

and said: Master, Cassandra enjoys the present master gives to his undeserving slave, Cassandra has finish the present Master gives.

And I waited for his response.

He simply took and pail and walked away..

I knew better to simply wait. still kneeling, I placed my hands back to the lap and positioned it as girly as possible and waited for Master's next bidding.



Head still remained bowed... Waiting.....

My nose suddenly caught fragrance of food.. Smell so heavenly!! Hungry, I just drooled.. My last proper meal, I guessed, was already 1 day ago...

Next, saw master brought out a packet containing food towards me.. Somehow in my fantasy I thought master was giving me food...Maybe I forgot my status..

He said: Slave... Take this packet and go prepare it on the coffee table beside the sofa for me. You can walk there... After that I want you to serve the food right to my mouth while kneeling of cause....

First thought: Disappointed.. Thats not my food... Oh ya... really forgot that as master's slave, I am not entitled to any proper food.. Only food meant for the lowbeings...

Submissively, and with protocol in mind, I stretched both hands, took the packet from master, bowed head lower,
and responded: 'Yes Master, Cassandra will prepare and serve master his food. May master enjoy his food.'

Then, carefully, bring back both hands holding the packet, while kneeling, I kneel-walked backwards few steps, bowed again, and slowly stood up and turned to walk towards the table.. Careful to walk as girly and servitude as possible...

At the table, to be safe, I prepared the packet kneeling down.. Removing the wrapped food from the packet, the smell really made me think more of food.. It smelled so enticing.. Temptation was great to just eat it myself.. But not this time... (The feeling of pain is reminding me not to do anything 'stupid')

The moment I opened up the packet, did not know that food would so good. It was rice with so many accompanying meats and vegetables.. My hunger is really working up... Once again, I forced the feeling down. (Seems like the ultimate punishment worked on me).....

Once the food was presented on the table, master was already ready sitting on the sofa waiting.

What seems like becoming a habit of behaving with protocol, I bowed and in the most gentle voice I said: Master, the food is ready, Cassandra request for permission to serve master..

Master simply answered: Proceed.

I bowed and turned to the coffee table, took the plastic spoons that comes with the package and scope the rice and turned back and bring the food to the master's mouth, careful not to drop any bit in the process. When the food comes close to Master's mouth, he simply opened his month and I gently placed the food in..

Felt really submitted here.. First time serving someone food this way and also looking at the food which I am not entitled to....

I continued this process of feeding master... of cause CAREFUL AND GENTLY...

Took quite awhile to feed him... He seems to be enjoying being served, while I feeling hungry... How I hope to at least have a taste of it...

Think my facial expression gave away to master... He said: You look like you want to eat ehh...???

My immediate reaction: Nodded my head.....

Master suddenly reacted: WHAT??!?!?!?! you are still not broken to become my slave is it???!!!

Oh no!! Why did I reacted to his trick!!

He continued: As my slave and maid, I want you to think like one, THAT MEANS..... YOU CANNOT EVEN THINK OF EATING HUMAN FOOD... YOUR MIND SHOULD ONLY THINK OF YOUR LOWLY FOOD!! And the very FACT YOU THINK of EATING WE HUMAN FOOD is WRONG!!!

Oh NO! Master's reasoning somehow made sense... I am supposed to be his slave and not even entitled to think of the far-reachable human food.. My mind should be conditioned to think only of my lowly status and the food associated with it...

I responded promptly and as girly as possible: Masterrrrr... Cassandra is sorry... Cassandra will think as master's slave... Please do not pumish Cassandra.....

Somewhat, I felt I was pleading as I do not want any punishment...

Master retorted: How dare you beg for no punishment!! Didnt you see drama of slaves before??? You are supposed to ask ME, YOUR MASTER TO PUNISH YOU FOR YOUR FAULT!!! For that! You will receive double after my lunch!!

Oh no! more punishment later... Not what I wanted.. But somehow, I know it is surely... I knew I better accept it before 'more evil befall on me'

I respond: Yes Master, Cassandra is wrong... Cassandra accept the double punishment Master will give, Cassandra thank Master for the punishment...

Master replied: You said it... Good... Now finish feeding me... And I can commence your punishement..

I replied: Yes Master, Cassandra continues feeding master....

And I proceeded to continue feeding him, hoping it will not end, cause not wanting the punishment to come so fast...

Somehow, murphy's law always work at the wrong time... feeding master felt so fast and it came to the last spoonful... and into his mouth...

Not anticipating punishment... but better submit.. So after the last mouth for master, I placed the spoon back to the packet and, still kneeling with head slightly bowed, waited for master...

Master said: Oh ya.... before your punishement, let you eat your lowly lunch first.. I want my MAID to fully enjoy her deserving punishment un-hungry... Go! to the back, take the green plastic bag! Your food is all there, bring to your corner and prepare it and eat finish the food! You have 15mins for all these... Don't make me wait long for the punishment!

I promptly replied: Yes Master, Cassendra will proceed to consume lunch.. Cassandra thank master for the lunch...

With that, I observed the protocol of bowing, slide backwards few steps before slowly rising to walk to the back...Starting to become conscious of this action esp from the word punishment...

I walked to the back and saw the bag master mentioned. I picked it up and see what was in it:
1 100ml bottle of castor oil
2 bunch of raw vegetables
2 raw carrots

and a dog bowl? Master just bought a dog bowl... Immediately guessed that it will be my bowl from now on..
and also a pair of scissors..

Not any comfort for food... Just more depressing... That is indeed lowly..

Knowing my limited time, I had not much chance to think, better bring it to my kneeling corner to prepare what I don't think I want to eat.. So I carried the bag and walked towards the kneeling corner..

Master, while still on his sofa, sitting, remarked as I walked: You should know how to prepare the food.... and better like your new bowl!! Remember to eat like a girl, you have enough PUNISHMENT...

Somehow.. the word PUNISHMENT... echoed in the ears with fear...

I stopped, observed protocol of curtsy and replied: Yes master, Cassandra will prepare the food. Cassandra like the new bowl master gives, Cassandra thank master for the new bowl..

Somehow felt like I was lying.. but I knew that was the safe answer..

Master simply replied: Make sure you pour all the castor oil.... Proceed...

I replied: Yes Master... Cassandra will pour all the castor oil..

Then I again protocol-ly curtsy and continued towards the corner... Kneeled down... Took out the bowl and scissors... Out the vegetable and cut it using the scissors into the bowl, then the carrot into slices.. After that poured the dreaded CASTOR OIL in...

The mix really look un-appetizing..

Master immediated ordered once I finished preparing: Eat with only the fingers.. And you have 10 mins left.. Remember your chewing rule...

The chew will definitely be terrible with the CASTOR OIL!

I knew very well to obey.. and replied: Yes Master, Cassandra thank master for the reminder...

Then I proceeded as instructed using my fingers to pick some of that mix up... (Mind reluctantly), yet outside behave like I enjoyed... And in the first mouthful! YUCK!!!

DEFINITELY THE OPPOSITE OF MASTER'S FOOD!!

Again, the press down effect (fresh punishment syndrome) and force chew in as girly manner... Really like eternity... And finally swallow...

More to come... Struggled the 2nd mouthful.... then 3rd.... really terrible food... Can I really finish this?? Really a struggle......

Finally, last mouthful.... by now, my fingers are soaked with the castor oil. Smells terrible... Finished up the last mouthful... Meals has never been so torturous before..

Somehow, master knew I just finished the meal and he came with a small 45cl glass of transparent liquid.. As he closes in, could smell it! It was vinegar!

Then he instructed: take it, pour in the mouth to gargle it until i say stop, DO NOT SWALLOW, and pour back the content to the glass.. if the content is less then orginal, you will GET IT!!

I did the required protocol of bowing and submissively replied: Yes master, Cassandra receive the glass. Cassandra will gargle as instructed by Master..

Thereafter, I meekly stretched out both hands and received the glass, gently bring it back to the mouth.. The sour smell was really strong!! Bearing it and trying hard to hide, I quickly emptied the content in the mouth!

Master saw the reaction... He commented: YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT MASTER GIVE??

With the sour vinegar in my mouth, I couldn't speak... fearing the wrath of master, i hastily shake my head...

Master continued: Don't worry, you will learn to like it... This VINEGAR MOUTHWASH will be your ROUTINE... To clean that slutty mouth.... Of cause not for you.. you lowly being who don't deserve hygiene... Clean it so you can be serve your master with clean mouth!

With the vinegar still in my mouth.. and somehow conditioned... I responded nodding my head... submitting to his words... Keep gargling the sour substance in the mouth, and carefully not to swallow..

Master promplty said: STOP..

I held the glass before the mouth and carefully spit back the content.. It looked frothy and gross after it mixed with my saliva..

Master then instruct: Put the back in and gargle again!

Yuck!!! YUCK YUCK!!! DRINK BACK THIS GROSS MIXTURE??

Conditioned from pain, I obeyed... This time pouring the content in felt really grossed and somehow with reluctance, although I still did it...

Master continued: Get used to it girl! and you just forgot your protocol!

Oh no! I forgot to respond to master's instruction with the protocol and response!!

Master continued saying: Nevermind... you have too much punishment waiting for you already... I give you chance,.... Keep this content longer.... and you will do this over 5 more times... Instead of my intention of only 3 times...

Somehow, I felt grateful for the reduced punishment.. Think I am wearing into slavery already... I eagerly nodded, still gargling...

Until master said stop... I poured it out... This time looking milky.. more gross.. Master then instructed: Ok! Again!

This time, I followed protocol, bowed, responded and acted only after that..

The feel of re-'drinking' it was really terrible... Though in my mind, I somehow was more focused on submission to instructions.. Though the feeling was still prevalent enough...

As promised by master.. this process was repeated up to 5 times.. Each time, the liquid content looked worst.. until the final mouth rinse... Finally could end..

With the content still in my mouth... eagerly anticipating the 'STOP' word.... I waited...

But instead master instructed: Swallow now!

What?? swallow this gross thing in??

No choice!! Scared, fearful... I obeyed.. forced swallow it... Yuck YUCK YUCK!!!

Then master said: Now now now... mouth is clean enough for me... Time to lick clean my feet...

Oh no!! more yucks...

To be continued...

Methods: Mummification

Mummification Equipment Cling wrap Cable tie 1-2 Short length of PVC hose as feeding and breathing tube.. about 10-15 cm is ideal...