Finally, he wants to test intubing endurance and I am to be cathetered for up to a month if I can tolerate it, with the catheter being changed every two days. I love the feel of being cath'd, but I don't know if I can take it for a month..and I worry about infections.

These changes have come on since Sir and I moved to Northern California. The more diverse and tolerant environment here makes it possible for us to explore our fetishes more publicly than we have been able to in all our years of living in Texas. He wants me to document the next several months as I adapt to total 24/7 submission discipline. We'll see how this goes. I don't know how often I will be able to update the blog here, but I will make as many entries as I can. Wearing rubber is not mundane, but it is normal. Of course, I have just begun to wear it exclusively and there is still a definite frisson of fear and excitement when I have to go outside. I don't have a problem being fully enclosed in the house. It just feels comfortable. I've been wearing full enclosure suits for many hours most evenings for the past couple of years, so the extended time has not been that hard to get used to. Two and a half years ago, we acquired a live-in 24 hour rubber maid. She lives with us and is my personal maid. She bathes and dresses me and cooks and cleans for us. She also participates in our scenes. One day a large parcel arrived…. attached to it was a letter from a firm of solicitor….it read I’m sorry to inform you but Miss D. Osbourne passed away on the 20th June but one of her last requests that she wished you should have the enclose contents. I also got books and other things. Son got me several books and we gave him DVDs, CDs, a couple of video games, and gift certificates. Usual sort of Christmas. Again, weird only because it was so mundane, while I was completely encased in a red catsuit with red hood and a red rubber kimono. After presents, Sir put me in the new thin condom helmet which is red too. he then had me kneel facing him for about 2 hours while he and Son watched TV and talked.

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Good...I think you will be a very suitable candidate for the job and I think you will find my terms very generous...would you be happy to take take the position….I heard myself mutter “Yes please Mistress”

Male traits, appearance, and actions are to be minimized, reduced, or effectively expunged. The Sissy Maid Must Be UnpresumingWhat this has meant is that I am fully trained in just about every rubber ritual imaginable. Sir is very willing to experiement with me. And I am very willing to participate. Though housemaids are now found only in the wealthiest of families, the concept of housemaids used to be very common during the Victorian Era, the service being the second largest category of employment in England and Wales. The House Maids Later that evening I found the piece of crumpled paper with the telephone number on …. I hesitated but thought I needed a bit of pin money so I will give it go. The next task was to polish the furniture in the study….the cleaning bag contained a tin of bee’s wax polish and a number of yellow dusters…..I carefully cleared the desk top and put a vase of flowers that was on the desk carefully onto the floor. Thus the chambermaid was responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of the house and maintain the hygiene of the household. If it was not possible to do all the job before luncheon, she would need to clean the silverware afterward.

The wishes of her mistress come before thoughts of her own, and her true duty is to understand what is being asked of her, and put her best effort into a task. Sir and I have always been interested in ethnic costume and the fetish possibilities in them. For example, I have a red rubber kimono, a rubber karmeez, and a rubber burqa. Recently he had me adopt a very strict discipline with respect to public dress. I am now required to completely cover my body, face and hands in public and I am not allowed to speak in public anymore. To accomplish this, I wear the rubber burqa over my usual rubbber dress or suit and I am gagged under it. My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided. We were all tired, so about 11 or so, Sir sent me up to get ready for bed. He and Son talked a bit more, then came up as well. By that time, I was undressed and in bed, but still in the enclosure suit...that's about as naked as I get now. Son said goodnight through the door and Sir joined me for the night. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it was an enjoyable Christmas eve with Sir! Christmas morning we all slept late. About 9am we were all up and had Christmas. I got a lovely new dress, a very tight hobble skirt, two Studio Gum heavy duty hoods and a thinner condom hood...no eyeholes and a thin rubber sheath in my mouth so I can be used orally and can't speak. This one is from Austria, I gather.

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Well John...if you don’t mind I’m going to call you Joanna while you are in my employment...do you mind if I call you Joanna” I DO wear a lot of transparent clothing around the house. Enclosure suits, dresses, and catsuits and hoods. Sir enjoys the look of very thin transparent latex with color tints, so one of my favorite items is a thin, transparent lavender rubber nightgown.