Blog of sissy maid barbie, live-in maid to Mistress Lady Penelope.
How I came to look ten years younger.
For a moment I will go back a little while.
After finding Mistress Lady Penelope and serving Mistress for the first time I communicated with Mistress’ Head Maid Madam FiFi. I had fantasised for years about being a maid and what I would look like. Elements of many films and television programs had fed into my fantasies yet I could not find a clip or even a still photo to give to a dressmaker so a uniform could be made for me.
What I had already bought had elements of what I wanted but I looked like a man in a badly fitting dress despite it being made to my measurements.
Going forward a little, at my first session, Mistress Lady Penelope had put me into a proper uniform so now I knew what one looked like and felt like. I wanted one of my own.
This was my wish list:
A black dress, maybe matt to keep me humble, maybe semi-glossy (i.e. satin) or maybe glossy (for instance silk or PVC). The matt choice would be a bit rough but the others would be smooth to the touch.
The dress’ skirt should be fairly short. Mistress Lady Penelope had said I had nice legs. If they looked nice then I should display them to please my Mistress.
There should be a wide petticoat under the skirt.
White apron with long apron strings hanging down the back from my waist.
I wanted something white on my head, maybe the maid’s mop cap I already had but it would be better if it looked impractically ornate, a piece of origami in starched cloth or a band across my head, maybe a frilly circle of cloth. It might have one of more bows and maybe ribbons hanging down touching my neck to remind me I was wearing it and that I was a humble uniformed maid.
I had seen Peter Pan collars, though I did not know that is what they were called, but that’s what I wanted. I wanted more ribbon hanging down my back from it.
I looked around the web to find a suitable photo.
The only one which came close turned out to be a doll. A Barbie doll dressed up as a French maid and sold by Mattel as “French maid Barbie, a tribute to the working woman”.
There were many photos of it on the internet and indeed there still are even though the doll itself is no longer in production. Pictures of her in the box with ties around her ankles and elbows to keep her in the box, which I started fantasising about 🙂 There were pictures out of the box from various angles and in many poses. I felt there was quite enough pictures to construct a full size replica for me, so I sent several to Madam FiFi, Mistress Lady Penelope’s head maid.
The doll has incredibly long slender legs which I will never live up to, but then few if any real girls can either. I knew I would never look that good but I wanted to look the best I could.
It is a bit weird it was a barbie doll because I was not barbie then, Mistress Lady Penelope chose the name sissy barbie later for me.
I considered the problem of washing a black uniform with white things attached and decided on detachable collar (2 pieces), the two white cuffs and detachable apron. I could not decide on how wide an apron and so specified a narrow one, a medium width one and a wrap around one. The latter because I had seen a program about maids of old and that they had special bed making aprons which wrapped around them.
Surprisingly it was not to protect the uniform from the bed but to protect the bedding from the filthy dresses of the maids who had to spend much time outside in the mud fetching water from the well or river or lake and walking through horse muck on their way there. Plus of course there were no indoor toilets for maids so more trips through the mud when they wanted a tinkle.
After much mulling over, I settled on satin for the material.
Madam FiFi sent the pictures and specification to one of her dressmakers and she came back with a price which was acceptable. I ordered a suitable petticoat too.
I liked the hair in the pictures of the doll, it was beehive style. I found some similar wigs but nothing like the original. I found wig makers in the UK but they wanted me to come to them and the nearest was miles away in Brighton. Instead I found someone in Las Vegas who could make it from a photo. They made wigs for drag queens and other theatrical stars.
I found the Pleaser shoe makers online and they sold Funtasma shoes for dressing up as French maids at Halloween. The shoes were black patent leather trimmed with white leather embossed to look a bit like lace. They have 4 1/4 inch heels and 3/4 inch platform soles. I had not worn any platform soles but soon adapted to them. They made my legs look longer but also made me taller, not so good when trying to be feminine but fortunately I am only 5 foot 7 to begin with, so still under 6 feet. It is of course not unusual for ladies to look tall in heels. The shoes are not too uncomfortable but doing up the buckle through two layers of leather is awkward.
On my first visit to Mistress Lady Penelope I had been very cautious. No longer, I turned up with a suitcase and a couple of boxes of things, one had my wig from Las Vegas in it. Parking outside meant I did not have to lug all my things too far.
Also on my first visit, Mistress had said if I did not shave she would cut my beard off. I didn’t, she did. This might have gone badly if Mistress had taken it as a challenge to her authority but I put it another way, that Mistress had promised to cut it off for me. All went well and I considered it money well spent to use part of my session for this, albeit if I had been sensible I would have done it before the session and had more time as a maid.
Mistress Lady Penelope said I looked ten years younger without my big Father Christmas beard. Incidentally, later on various people also said I looked much younger. I fooled a big group of people that I was my younger brother and also visited somewhere I had not been for 12 years, and before I said a word, they commented in a quizzical tone that I didn’t look a day older than last time.
Mistress Lady Penelope gave me my makeover and then left Madam FiFi to lock me into a chastity device and help dress me in all my new finery. We used the wrap around apron to try it out, especially as I was going to be baking a cake for Mistress.
The uniform had loops beneath the Peter Pan collar for either a ribbon so I could have a bow at the back with the excess hanging down or a chain to prevent me removing my uniform. The dress also had loops at the waist for another chain to make absolutely sure I could not escape my uniform nor my duties as Mistress Lady Penelope’s maid. These were fitted, so I felt secure.
A black patent leather, wide posture collar was padlocked onto my neck, it had a big ring at the front, either for a leash or to tether me. I love being in bondage.
I had black patent leather wrist cuffs locked onto me and my maid shoes were secured with matching shoe locks, with a thick band around my ankles and a thinner band passing between my shoe’s heels and soles and back up the other side where they were padlocked onto the ankle strap. All these were locked on with a short link between them to limit my stride.
You may wonder why my stride should be limited. From an early age little girls are taught not to spread their legs apart as it is not ladylike. Boys who wish to at least appear feminine do not have those years of training. This can be encouraged or enforced in various ways.
Hobble skirts can be used and Mistress Lady Penelope does have some maid uniforms with hobble skirts but they hide the legs and I did not want to do that.
Very high heels are also effective and look elegant. When walking you have to lengthen and shorten the legs alternately and the ankles and knees do this when wearing flat shoes but the ankle’s part in this becomes impossible in high heels. Instead, the hips are swung left and right to shorten and lengthen the legs alternately. This is sexy of course and usually regarded as an exclusively feminine trait. This does not afford as much leg extension as the ankles, hence it is necessary to shorten the stride. You just do it all without realising what you are doing. When you are in a hurry to get somewhere and find yourself rapidly skipping along instead of striding out, then you realise.
I was wearing high heels but with a difference of only 3 1/2 inches between heels and platform soles, it was insufficient to limit my stride enough. The surest way to limit stride is to physically connect the legs together. This can be done at the feet (like connecting the toes) or at the thighs, though this needs to be much tighter, risking the circulation and varicose veins so Mistress Lady Penelope does not use this method. Connecting the ankles is both effective and easy. Mistress used a double ended snap hook, though it does preclude climbing stairs, so must be released temporarily to allow this. Mistress also had slightly longer chains which allow stair climbing.
At the earlier session I had suggested that during this session I make Mistress Lady Penelope some butterfly cakes but Mistress had said a Victoria Sandwich would be preferable. I am Mistress’ maid, I obey. I made it from eggs, real butter, caster sugar and flour to an old recipe. For instance at one point the recipe said to gently fold in the remaining flour with a metal spoon, I obeyed to the letter. No food mixer, no margarine, no sponge mix or other shortcuts for this maid. It had to be as good as when made for Queen Victoria. Only the best for my Mistress.
I did not get equal quantities of mixture in the two tins, so the top layer was smaller than the bottom one but it turned out well. I added Mistress’ favourite strawberry jam and cast the top with caster sugar.
I was fitted with a serving tray, a belt secured around my waist and a support cord through my posture collar. My wrist cuffs may have been attached to the tray but I cannot remember. With my ankles hobbled I minced through to the lounge when called from the kitchen and presented the completed cake to Mistress Lady Penelope. I curtsied down, carefully keeping the serving tray level and remained at the curtsey whilst slices were cut and placed onto Royal Albert china plates which seemed particularly appropriate for a cake named after Albert’s Queen and spouse.
I was instructed to stand next to Mistress Lady Penelope, at attention of course and that includes my eyes looking downwards, the posture collar ensured my head was up. The posture collar had a V cut at the front around the windpipe to make me hold my head facing straight forwards.
I stood with my skirts fanned out, my pinkie fingers raised, my elbows back, my back straight.
I waited at attention, standing like a statue. Not having been able to sample the cake myself I hoped Mistress Lady Penelope would find it acceptable. I heard Mistress’ and Head Maid Madam FiFi’s forks dividing the cake into little bite size pieces. What would be the verdict? Would it be points and later strokes of Mistress’ riding crop applied to my bottom for daring to suppose I could make a cake up to the high standard of Mistress Lady Penelope?
The silence was broken by a “Mmmmm, that is so light and delicious, better than anything you cake buy in a shop”. My bottom was safe and I could breathe again.
Not that I could move of course. I awaited further orders which did not come until my betters had fully enjoyed the fruits of my labours. If I remember correctly I was sent to make a pot of Tea in the Royal Albert Teapot and fetch matching cups saucers, teaspoons, creamer, and for Madam FiFi, a sugar bowl to furnish three heaped spoons full for Madam’s cup.
Naturally I curtsied to acknowledge every order and when leaving and re-entering the lounge. I served the Tea as etiquette dictated, though I may have been awarded punishment points for failing to keep my finger on the top of the Teapot lid.
Eventually I was instructed to clear away and did so. There was still cake remaining but I dared not help myself to it. I had to wash up, dry up and put away and half expected to be ordered to put the remainder of the cake in the bin.
Maids like myself do not expect to dine as well as our betters.
I performed several other normal domestic duties and became exhausted but had to continue. Eventually the session was over, my tasks completed and unexpectedly I was allowed to sit on the sofa and permitted to try the cake for myself.
Mistress again commented that the removal of my beard had made a vast difference to my appearance and that it had taken ten years off me.
We discussed what had gone right (and wrong) during the day and plans were laid for the next session including the making of a Taffeta dress to be fitted during the session and sources where I could purchase a suitable rustling cloth, many yards of very expensive Taffeta.
I went home happy but exhausted.
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