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Dear Auntie Helga, My wife and I are avid readers of your PDQ website and she gets many ideas for our domestic lifestyle from the excellent correspondance. She has for many years adopted a petticoat discipline regime, which though has lead to much embarrassment for me has, I have to admit, undoubtedly helped me to relax away from business and resulted in a wonderful sex life for us as we grow older. I spend one day most weekends when we are at home in my role as "Elsie" (my initials are L.C.!) carrying out housemaid duties at my wife's beck and call - my incentive being most enjoyable rewards. A couple of weeks ago events took a new, both humiliating and exciting turn! Gillian has oftened teased me in the past with the threat of public exposure of "Elsie". One of her often-used scenarios is of my serving tea to her great friend Lynda and she has even made me "practice" this event, which never fails to arouse me. It is particularly piquant as Lynda, a dear and kind friend of Gillian's many years, is about as "straight" as it is possible to imagine - being a pillar of the local church and WI group. Two weeks ago on a Sunday I was ordered to dress in my best frilly maid uniform, complete with full petticoats and frilliest apron and hat as "Lynda is coming round for coffee after church this morning and you'll be serving us". "Oh yes, of course dear" I jokingly replied as she insisted I apply a little make-up and tidy my hair "to look my best". Little did I know. About 11.30 I was in the back bedroom hoovering when I heard the door bell - shortly followed by my wife opening up and hearing the unmistakable voice of Lynda coming in! I was stunned. Trapped upstairs in the house unable to escape without being seen - though quite where I thought I would go in my short dress and frilly petticoats I'm not sure! The next thing I heard was Lynda saying "where is he then - I can't wait to see this" She knew! Before I had chance to digest this information Gilian called me firmly "Elsie, Lynda's here - stop your hoovering and come and serve us coffee". Well, there was no way out of this, I'm sure my legs were trembling as I made my way downstairs to be greeted by hoots of laughter from our guest. Gillian insisted I curtsey nicely to our visitor and turn round to show off my outfit which Lynda found fascinating, particularly so my "darling" frilly petticoats. "Oh well done Gillian" she enthused "he makes such a pretty maid. I'd never have believed it". I was then despatched to make coffee which I was required to serve "properly" all the time to the accompaniment of amused comments from Lynda. It turns out that my cunning wife had indeed prepared her friend, telling her that I had lost a bet to her and had to do a forfeit - which was this. Lynda was a little puzzled as to how my costume had been acquired, which Gillian got over, to our guest's great amusement by saying that part of my forfeit had been to acquire the costume - for which she intended to make sure I got full value by keeping it in my wardrobe as she was sure she'd find a way to get me into it again! This delighted Lynda who eagerly said that she'd love to be invited to meet "Elsie" again - and she was sure that their other close friends Carol and Eileen would love to meet such a pretty maid as well! "Hmm" said my wife, with a wicked smile at me, "there's an idea, I think he'll have to practice a bit more to be able to serve four of us - perhaps next month? Don't you think that's a good idea Elsie? Say thank you to Lynda nicely" Her stern glance bode no argument so I curtsied and thanked Lynda for her idea. She clapped her hands and laughed loudly. "I've got another even better idea" she started "once he can serve a few of us perhaps you could lend him to us for the WI charity coffee morning - I'm sure the ladies would give very generously to be served by a male maid!!". "What a wonderful idea, you'd be delighted to help wouldn't you Elsie" chuckled Gillian, "say thankyou again Elsie, let's put the date on the calendar now Lynda - you'll have to come round and supervise his training". As I curtsied the two friends went into the kitchen to enter the date on the calendar. Were they serious? After this morning I didn't know. Surely not? After I had handed Lynda her coat and bade her goodbye with a final curtsey I turned to my wife, who, smiling wickedly, just pointed me upstairs. I didn't need telling twice - throughout the whole hour or so of utter humiliation I had, strangely, been hugely aroused, a curious mixture of extreme embarrassment and extreme excitement. My wife had "done me up like a kipper" - where would we go from here? Elsie Thank you for your letter Elsie. I'm sure our readers would love to know where indeed did you go from here. I also find it so inspiring to read of the positive aspects of loving Petticoat Discipline. Auntie Helga |