Doing what Goddess wants

On Monday Goddess told me to be ready and waiting for her in her house dressed in my maid's uniform. I was excited and also nervous, as Goddess is very demanding. I went to her house and put on my stockings, corset, bra, high heel shoes, wig and the maid's outfit and awaited her arrival. I made sure her champagne was chilled and poured her a glass as soon as she arrived. She quickly put me to work, clearing out and tidying a cupboard. She seemed pleased with my performance, although she surprised me somewhat when she said she only wanted me to dress as a maid because she thought I like to cross dress. She's right, I do enjoy it, but mainly because Goddess wants it. I enjoy the feeling of a tight corset and stockings and the humiliation of doing Goddess's work dressed as a French maid. It's vaguely ridiculous and humiliating, but as long as Goddess wants it that is fine by me, because basically all I want to do is please Goddess. I wrote a fantasy recently in which Goddess ordered me to wear female clothing under my normal clothing all the time. I can't imagine doing that off my own bat, but if Goddess ordered it I would do it. That is what female domination is about I think: getting the slave to do things that he would never do normally. I bought a kilt on her instructions recently because she said she wanted me to shop for her wearing a skirt. But I would never dream of wearing it unless instructed to by Goddess.
One thing I do love, and which I might well do occasionally even if not instructed, is wear my rubber suit. It's a nice feeling, but for me the greatest thrill - mixed with a degree of trepidation - would be to be forced to wear it by Goddess, sedated so that I relax, overnight or during the day while she is at work. It is like being back in the womb - enclosed, isolated, sweaty and cut off from the world. The exciting feeling of enclosure would be overtaken in time by boredom and I know I would be listening impatiently for Goddess's return, but it's this feeling of helplessness and total lack of empowerment that appeals to me. I also fantasise about being tied to the whipping bench and whipped by Goddess. This is not particularly pleasurable - for a coward like me at any rate - but it's all about opening myself up to my Goddess and allowing her to do whatever she wishes.
I try hard to please Goddess, but unfortunately I sometimes say something that upsets her and suffer the consequences, which was the case this week. It was a week that I dreamed would be a breakthrough in our relationship. I always hope for the best and will continue to do everything I can to please Goddess, because she is a very special Goddess.

Maid service

I spent today serving as Goddess's maid, dressed in full maid's outfit complete with corset, bra, stockings and, of course, the traditional French maid frilly uniform. Goddess kept me busy cleaning out her freezer and doing various other tasks around the house. I was honoured to be allowed to serve her in this way. Naturally I had my CB on as usual and also the remote control shocker around my genitals (although she didn't use it), but she is such a dominant and beautiful Mistress that I will willingly do anything she wishes of me. She says she would like me to dress in female clothing when I shop for her but doesn't feel that I would be convincing as a female (although I'm more than willing to try!), so has instructed me to order a kilt, which I have done and which should arrive in the next few days. It's a black one which doesn't look overly Scottish, but which is definitely a skirt. I'm not sure how I will feel when I wear it outside, but if it pleases Goddess I will do so.
Next week I am looking forward to her staying at my house and I have no doubt that she will be very demanding. She has already said that I will 'overdose' on her golden nectar, and I hope to serve as her maid again. I am also hopeful that she will make full use of the various pieces of equipment that I have, including a whipping bench, a 'coffin' and a rubber suit complete with breathing tube. She tells me that it will be a hard week for me. I can't wait!

Lilac whine

It's always nice to know that some people read my blog and to get comments from time to time.
Goddess instructed me to report that one of her former slaves, whom she gave the colour Lilac, is a regular reader. She met him recently and apparently he looks much the same, although a little greyer, and he has updated his old car at last.
When he left service Goddess was unimpressed when Lilac presented her with a bill for all the things he had paid for when they had been together, even breaking it down to petrol for his car and drinks at the pub. When they met and she told him that her business was doing well he asked if that meant she would pay his 'bill'. She replied that if she did she would present him with a bill for the time he spent in her presence, which would easily exceed any monetary amount he might come up with.