It was six years ago that I met Helen, then a thirty-seven-year-old widow with an eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, in the sixth form at a private school, soon to sit her A-Levels. Seven years before that, Helen had lost her husband, and Alice her father, in a tragic car accident. Helen had struggled to bring up Alice on her own. The struggle wasn't a financial one, as Helen had benefitted from a substantial life insuran...

As I travelled back home, I was nervously excited to know what tasks Helen had set me, but, as she had instructed, I didn’t look until I was in my flat, whereupon I ripped open the envelope. Inside was a folded sheet of paper, from which drifted the delightful fragrance of the perfume Helen had worn that evening. My fingers were quivering as I opened the paper up to read what it said. It held simple, yet worrying, instruc...

I was waiting in trepidation to hear from Helen about when I’d be seeing her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, for the first time, and exactly what story Alice had been told about who I was, and what I would be doing. Alice and I needed to get on if we were to share a house, so my creating a good impression at this meeting was of critical importance, otherwise the hopes for my future were in jeopardy. The phone call from...

I was relieved when the visit was over. We were all going back to Helen’s house for dinner, so we left the zoo and walked to the bus stop. Fortuitously, given how events were about to unfold, we were the only people waiting for a bus. I thought I’d have another attempt at making conversation. “My favourite animals were the chimps. I love watching chimps, so what’s your favourite animal, Alice?” I asked. That move backfire...

In the four weeks since it was agreed I would move into Helen and Alice’s house, I’d achieved everything required of me, including putting my flat on the market, placing most of my possessions into storage, selling my car, getting used to the chastity device, buying four plain white bras, getting my ears pierced, and meeting Alice for the first time. It had been a hectic period getting everything completed, and, at times,...

Work-wise, I had an easy start to my new life. Having arrived at midday on a Saturday, the rest of that day was spent learning the layout of the large house and what my role was. Then, the following day, Sunday, was a free day, so I spent the time in my room or the garden, sometimes in conversation with Helen. Alice was away for the weekend and didn’t return until Sunday evening. As I was allowed to do, I chose to wear ma...

The next few days of my new life as a housekeeper at Helen's house were busy, but otherwise uneventful. Helen was at work, and Alice was out with friends for much of the time. I wondered if she told them about me but, if so, there was nothing I could do about it, although I thought Helen wouldn’t approve of such gossip. I worked my way through the massive house, thoroughly cleaning each room. By Friday, I’d completed the...

Sunday was a quiet day, a day when I got to relax. The weather was still good, so at lunchtime Helen cooked a BBQ for the three of us. Helen was drinking Prosecco and Alice was keen to have some, which is perfectly legal in the UK for someone aged eighteen. “OK,” decided Helen, “but only one glass.” “Can Julie have some as well?” enquired Alice, which I thought was nice of her. But Helen answered, “No, of course not! What...

The next two weeks passed relatively uneventfully. I learnt how to do my housework faster and better, although in return Helen became more critical of my output, so I found myself being told off or punished for what seemed like trivial mistakes. I became increasingly familiar with the kitchen corner and wall, and it was not unusual to have to spend thirty minutes or so each evening writing out lines as a reminder of what...

After pleasuring Alice with my mouth on Monday, I didn’t spend any time alone with her for three days, but the memory of that experience remained vivid, and just recalling it led to my penis swelling inside its tiny cage. It was lunchtime on Thursday when I expected to be next alone with Alice, and, during that morning, as I busied myself with my chores, I frequently became distracted and aroused, anticipating what might...

My life continued along a familiar path for the next few weeks. Helen and Alice both continued to boss me around and to punish me when they considered I had failed. When Helen was at work, Alice would often spend her lunchtimes with me, always seeking to torment me in some way. Yet there was a growing fondness between us. She knew where to draw the line and always stopped short of cruelty. I was aroused by the way she lik...

Alice and I continued to run 5k a couple of times a week. I was always dressed in her old school uniform, while she was attired in something more like what other runners were wearing. It was mortifying that my short gym skirt was forever flipping up, revealing my gym knickers. I did try to persuade Alice that I would be better off wearing shorts, like her, but she would have none of it. “Surely, it must be embarrassing fo...