Slave 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. The terms for slavery still applies. Afterall, slave are mean to be help 'prisoner or captive', and for practical reason, leaving the house means high risk of escape. 

On off day I am also not allowed to roam freely around the house.. Because I am not a guest, but a slave!

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 considered a super luxury for a slave. 

I would not know if I am granted off days until the day itself until on that actual day. 

Upon being granted the off, I am supposed to retreat back to my quarters for the 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 over. 

I am required to be in the regular uniform throughout. And I am still required to kneel and wait if i am not doing any task. 

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- example trying to unbutton the uncomfortable uniform; sitting down instead of kneeling (slave is not allowed to sit, they can only kneel) etc. 

It happened once or twice, and the remaining time of off was immediately converted punishment time, which was at the other end of the scale! However, for such cases, master may not have time to impose punishment that require physical contact. So usually, I will be punished with 'chain around the neck to the ceiling from that time until the next morning!' - while kneeling! 

And being slave, I really value my off-days. Despite most of the time is spend kneeling and doing nothing, it is a luxury compared to the never ending chores and punishments.  

I have learned fast and made sure I really behave during the time of off.. 

__________________________RULES_________

Off days are true off days — no duties whatsoever are required during the allocated time. However, Cassandra remains on immediate standby and must respond instantly if Master calls or needs anything.

Key points (no duty + instant service):

• No mandatory duties:
  • No cleaning, no scrubbing, no laundry, no ironing, no prep work, no posture practice, no waiting in formal stance.
  • No forced kneeling or standing unless called.
  • No chore list.
  • The day is “off” — free from scheduled tasks.
• Immediate service required:
  • If Master calls (“Cassandra!”) or needs something (meal, drink, fetch item, serve guest, etc.), she must respond immediately, drop whatever she’s doing, and perform the task perfectly.
  • She is still in regular uniform (pinafore + blouse + tie + canvas shoes).
  • Still in the house/chamber — no leaving.
  • Still on biological wake-up schedule.
• Revocation remains
  • Off day can be revoked mid-day for any reason (guest, mood, slip, whim).
  • If revoked: back to full duties + possible punishment for “wasting” the off day.
• When they start
  • Only after 6-month contract signed.
  • Average: once every 2 months (rare, revocable).
  • Never used as carrot/bargaining chip for signing extensions — only appear after 6 months as routine privilege.

This keeps off days as a fragile privilege — not a full break, but a temporary pause in mandatory chores, with instant service still required. It reinforces dependence: even “off” days are not truly free.

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.....

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...