Trying my hand at this, feedback appreciated. :)
March 4th
To act proper.
To appear proper.
To submit before your Master.
These are things most important to a maid. These are the things I was trained in, the things I believe. I have dedicated myself to these pursuits and have decided I am ready to seek proper placement.
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March 7th
I have been accepted into a household. Beginning today I will serve my new Master. I wonder what this new life will hold for me.
I will serve my Master glady, because it means I can live the way I want.
My uniform, my body, my skills… all of these things I will hone and perfect because it means I can serve my Master better.
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March 14th
I love serving my Master.
It’s true that my Master has a number of staff on hand, and I am only one of many maids. But that doesn’t matter to me. I work hard and hope that he notices my dedication. I know such things are wrong, that I should not want to draw attention to myself. But I feel jealous when others are picked for night duties.
I want to be the one kneeling before my Master. I want to take his cock within me. To bring him pleasure.
Even if it’s wrong, I can’t help the way I feel.
So I work hard. I cook my Master’s favorite meals, and ensure they are just right. I do his laundry and clean the many rooms of his home and all the things a maid is expected to do. But I do it with a passion I know the others do not have.
I hope my Master notices me soon.
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April 1st
I know the other maids have noticed the difference in my work, some seem to resent it. But so far my Master seems to not notice or care. I suppose this is to be expected.
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April 2nd
I’ve decided that I cannot wait any longer. Today I will break the rules.
Even writing such a thing causes my hands to shake, but it must be so. I do not resent the chastity employed for all staff, but my loins burn nigh constantly. I must let my Master know that I can serve him better, bring him more pleasure than the others.
I have it planned out. Tonight I am delivering his evening refreshments, I should be the only one present. I’ll make my move then.
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April 3rd
Such a fool that I am. I should have known better than to disturb my Master. What was I thinking? The daily beatings I have been issued are justly delivered. I deserve this pain and more. I will work harder. I will be better.
I haven’t given up.
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April 28th
Today is the last of my beatings. I feel a sense of… regret? Is such a thing possible, to crave pain? I worry sometimes it affects my work, I try to mask the sensitivity of the welts but sometimes I stagger or wince. I’ve seen the others smile.
Despite any misgivings I will miss it.
Would it be so wrong to act out again?
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May 1st
Something is different. I don’t know why. I’ve been told I have a new duty tonight, but have been told nothing of it. Have I done something wrong? Is my service so poor? I hope I will not be ejected from the manor… I know I have written selfish sinful things here, but I know that this journal remains private and undiscovered.
I feel a peculiar sense of tension…
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May 3rd(?)
I have been blessed.
It has been at least two days since I received my blessing, I have not been given any normal daily assignments. Despite everything I still worry that I will soon be seen without use.
This is not helpful. Let me try to recount here what occurred during the night as best I can remember.
I arrived at the side study as directed, the head house-maid was present and directed me to strip. This is not wholly uncommon as a physician visits us from time to time. But as soon as I presented myself she fixed a blindfold over my eyes.
I was directed to follow, and despite my best efforts to mentally follow our journey I could not truly say where in the house we ended up. It was cold and the floor was rough stone. Perhaps the cellar?
No sooner did we arrive were my hands bound and attached to something secure. Without word or warning something bit into the softest of my flesh with a crack. I imagine it was a whip, flog or other such instrument.
I tried not to cry out, but the blows were swift and savage. I could not count the number of blows my backside took, but when it ceased my face was stained with tears and my flesh was surely red.
I was roughly seized and laid belly down on a soft surface so that my knees were on the ground and my head hung over the other side. I’d wager it was a footrest of sorts.
Still blinded to the world I felt the hard hot flesh of cocks press against my rear, utilizing a gap in the chastity belt I wear. I have not trained or given service in this manner before, so it hurt greatly. I would never dream of protesting, but I was not given the opportunity as my mouth was soon filled as well.
There was no mercy or tenderness in the act.
This was not the end. But I am ashamed to admit that I became lost to the moment. The pain. The pleasure. I was subjected to one unkind treatment after another. It felt as if it lasted a lifetime. That all I had ever known, or would know was the sharp bite of pain and the insistent press of invading flesh.
But it did end. It had to at some point. While so many moments of that evening have run together I can clearly remember laying on the cold floor, it acting as a balm against the many marks upon my body. I heard the sound of retreating footsteps and a closing door.
Then nothing. Not until I woke up again in my chambers.
I am vexed. Was this my Master? His doing? His will? Is this to be my place going forward?
I cannot truly answer these questions. Worse yet, I cannot tell what my heart desires the answers to be.
I suppose I need only wait and see.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/owt26w/a_maids_journal_floggingnonconmaid