Note: All characters involved in any activity of an adult or sexual nature are at least 18 years old. If a story about an arrogant, highly successful lawyer experiencing a brutal social downgrade -- including being cuckolded and emasculated and becoming a sissified maid to his own family and former colleagues -- is not your cup of tea, please read no further. If you are incapable of suspending your disbelief and/or feel the need to constantly project what YOU would do in similar circumstances to what the protagonist is experiencing, please read no further. Otherwise, please enjoy! Constructive feedback is always appreciated.
As I write these words in my journal, I am sitting at the small table I use as a desk in my maid's quarters in Amanda's and Ryan's mansion in Amagansett. I am now 82 years old. However, just as I used to be mistaken for being in my mid-50s when I was in my early 60s, many people now think I'm under 70. For this, I credit reasonably good genes, the high-quality of healthcare I have continued to receive even in my servitude and Jason's and Ryan's rigorous exercise regimen, which continues to this day (albeit moderated to accommodate my increasing physical limitations).
My genes were not altogether favorable, however, as I was diagnosed with prostate cancer four years ago. Fortunately, it was caught early and I now appear to be cancer free. My relatively good health has allowed me to continue serving as maid to Lauren and Jason as well as to my daughter and son-in-law. And of course, to my grandchildren, Dylan and Harper, both now 20 years old. Following in the footsteps of his parents, Dylan attends Dartmouth. Harper, on the other hand, is a junior at the University of Pennsylvania.
I believe that I have remained mentally sharp, but that is for others to judge, I suppose. Fortunately, Jason has continued to give me interesting reading assignments that I am required to analyze in written essays. He continues to be a tough grader and I continue to have regular sessions over the spanking bench in the dungeon or across his knees for work he deems subpar (for the record, I'd like to point out that I've also received several A's over the years, resulting in rewards, such as steak dinners or glasses of quite good wine, scotch, etc.) The humiliating punishments are a small price to pay for the privilege of reading the interesting fiction and articles that Jason assigns me; after my punishments, we often have spirited discussions about the material (usually while I massage his feet or give him a pedicure). But my bigger point is that I believe this intellectual stimulation has helped me maintain my mental acuity.
Thankfully, my tedious proofreading responsibilities came to an end after Jason left the practice of law, roughly a decade ago, to dedicate his time to writing and making documentaries and podcasts about our lifestyle (by which I mean his and Lauren's subjugation of me) and the BDSM lifestyle in general. I was appointed his research assistant. Jason has become quite the celebrity, and his books, speeches, podcasts, and films have been highly lucrative. I suppose it's fair to say that I, too, have become something of a celebrity; when Jason said to me after Eddy Bolson's article about me appeared in The New York Post that I could become the national poster child for sissy maids, I guess he wasn't kidding. I'm sorry to say that Jason allowed Bolson to play a prominent role in his award-winning podcast about my plight. This was appropriate, I concede, given the critical role Bolson played in making my humiliation known to the general public. Nevertheless, it was intensely humiliating for me to have to serve drinks and dinner in my formal serving uniform to the man who exposed me, as he and Jason discussed ways to further disseminate the story through multimedia (in a meta touch, even that shameful encounter was described in the podcast). I guess it's fair to say that Bolson got his revenge on me, and then some.
Forrest retired from full-time practice about a year after Jason left the firm, but they continue to be friends. I am still sent to clean his and Jane's house periodically (fortunately, they downsized a few years back and now live in a 3500 square-foot home). In fact, just last week I found myself over Forrest's knees for 25 hard spanks after Jane discovered dust on the back of the toilet lid.
Ryan has had a very successful career as a hedge fund manager, allowing him and Amanda to sell their (relatively) modest 3000 square-foot starter home approximately nine years ago and purchase the 15,000 square-foot home in which I presently sit. It is a very traditional manor house, in the British style, straight out of Downton Abbey. I should know, because over the last 20 years, since the birth of my grandchildren, I have somewhat anachronistically lived the life of a Downton Abbey servant -- or rather, I should say, servants, as I have fulfilled multiple roles (almost all of them within the lower echelon of servants in a wealthy household), ranging from lady's maid to scullery maid, from second footman to boot boy. In fact, there have been countless times over the last two decades where I fulfilled two or more of these roles during the course of the very same day. To my grandchildren, however, I appeared merely as some version of Mrs. Doubtfire in a maid's uniform. Amanda and Ryan carefully sheltered Dyan and Harper. All of my punishments and more overt humiliations took place behind closed doors or when the children spent the day or night with Lauren and Jason. Until they turned 18, of course, when the full extent of my subjugation (and the story behind it) was revealed to them, and they became enthusiastic participants in it.
I say I lived the life of a Downton Abbey servant "somewhat anachronistically," because over the last two decades -- with the country abandoning its long history of democratic rule for a more authoritarian form of government -- master/servant relationships have become more common than they were in the past, or at least a lot more out in the open. What do I mean by this?
American society has fundamentally changed. The pay gap between rich and poor has widened substantially, so that there is now truly a permanent aristocracy and a permanent servant class in the United States. I don't mean to suggest that the American dream is completely dead, as there are still those fortunate few who manage to rise from modest means to become wealthy. But that is certainly much harder to do now than 50, or even 20, years ago. It was nearly twenty years ago that Jason and I talked about how cruelty and authoritarianism were already becoming more ingrained in our culture. That trend has accelerated considerably since our discussion, manifesting itself in many ways.
Twenty years ago, it was rare to see maids or butlers dressed in traditional uniforms and behaving with exaggerated, formalized deference towards their employers. That has now become quite common, with an affluent, ruling class that enjoys conspicuous consumption. One of the most conspicuous ways of showing off one's wealth is to have servants who unambiguously look and act like servants. Even within this context, however, Ryan took things to an extreme.
The trend towards autocracy and cruelty has also manifested itself in the workplace, where the authoritarian administrations that have been in power (and show no signs of relinquishing it) have banned diversity, equity, and inclusion initiatives. Some employers, of course, still attempt to promote these qualities quietly. However, others (likely a majority) revel in the lack of diversity, equity, and inclusion in their companies. Unions have been greatly weakened. Laws have been changed to make it much easier for employers to fire people. Artificial intelligence has eliminated many jobs, giving employers still more leverage over those workers lucky enough to have decent jobs (or even less than decent ones).
Indeed, it's fair to say that a large portion of the progressive advances over the last hundred years have been reversed. But not all of them, interestingly. There is a new class of oligarchs, but several of them are female. In fact, the first truly authoritarian US president had a female vice president. She is now president of the country and bills herself as a feminist. Many believe that feminism has been turned on its head. There are oligarchs of different races, as well. The big point is that there is a huge and growing gap between the rich and the poor, between the powerful and the powerless, between the masters and the servants. The powerful set the rules and the weak follow, their powerlessness institutionalized.
And this trend has manifested itself in the bedroom (or the dungeon). I noted many years back that it was surprising to discover how many people there were in the BDSM scene. But whereas in the past, most of the people in this lifestyle were very discreet about it, most of those in the scene today flaunt it openly. It is not unusual these days to see couples walking down the streets of Manhattan or East Hampton (or rural Virginia for that matter), holding leashes attached not to dogs but to their cuckold husbands or cuckquean wives or some other variety of sexual submissives. I suspect that Jason and I may have played some small role in this change, as our story became widely known.
But I don't wish to simply summarize the last 20 years without sharing with you some of the more memorable moments and events that occurred. While I certainly can't say that I succeeded in fully balancing the scales of karma during that period, I think it's fair to say that I made some real progress towards that end.
Reflecting on the last two decades, I still marvel at how I watched Dylan and Harper evolve from helpless infants into the self-assured, indeed quite intimidating young adults who now wield such power over me.
