Maid to Measure



The Right Honourable Rupert Crumpet esquire
Crumpet Lodge, Lower Hardon, Buckinghamshire

From: Lady Camilla Crumpet

To whom it may concern:

I am writing to provide a character reference for Miss Lucy Ripley.

Miss Ripley was employed as my personal maid for four years. Her employment with me ended two weeks ago, when Miss Ripley informed me that she wished to seek alternative career opportunities. I was very distressed to see Miss Ripley leave our household, as she is an entertaining and multi-faceted character. However, I am aware that Miss Ripley has very diverse career development needs and that these may be better met elsewhere.

Miss Ripley's duties were many and varied. These included: general cleaning and other household chores, laying out my clothes, assisting with my dressing, attending to my private needs and entertaining guests at our country residence. Miss Ripley has a range of very practical talents, including incredible oral aptitude, and the ability to be very flexible in meeting the needs and demands of myself and my guests.

Miss Ripley will be much missed by my husband and I, other members of staff, and our guests, with whom she frequently formed an extremely close attachment.

In character, Miss Ripley is gregarious, extremely likeable, approachable, personable and accomplished in many areas. She is professional in nature and I wholeheartedly recommend her to other employers. She will be missed by all at Crumpet Lodge.

Lady Camilla Crumpet

Gravel crunched softly under Lucy's feet as she hurried up the sun dappled path towards the old country house. She emerged from the tree lined avenue into a formal garden, its regimented floral borders bounded by verdant strips of manicured lawn and neatly trimmed hedges. An ornamental fountain stood in the centre of the garden. Its dancing spumes of water were caught by the breeze and pattered delicately over carved stone seraphs at its base. Lucy's pace slowed as she approached the imposing façade of the stately home. She hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, smoothed down her sensible tweed skirt, checked her thick woollen tights for wrinkles then took a deep breath and walked slowly up the steps to the front door. Feeling unusually apprehensive, Lucy wondered nervously what the head butler would be like and whether she would make a good impression on him. This was a second chance for Lucy. Until recently, she had been in service to Lady Camilla Crumpet, wife of the Right Honourable Rupert Crumpet. Unfortunately, after an unblemished record of employment with those illustrious scions of nobility, an intimate dalliance with a family friend caused a notorious scandal. Consequently, after (in her opinion) being unfairly blamed for the shameful event, Lucy had been dismissed with immediate effect.

Lucy ruefully recalled the incident in question and Lady Crumpet's shocked expression when she discovered Lucy cavorting lewdly with a family friend in one of the guest bedrooms. Lucy blushed at the thought of the rude spectacle they must have made. She was at the time of Lady Crumpet' entrance, spread-eagled face down on the bed, her ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts with tasselled curtain tie-backs. Other than her stockings and starched white apron, Lucy was naked. The aforementioned gentleman had just inserted his very hard (and very large) penis into her arse and was thrusting said organ (lubricated with a little lard nicked from the kitchen stores) with great enthusiasm. They were, of course, both rather enjoying this activity, and thus it was probably their combined grunts, moans and screams that had attracted Lady Crumpet's attention.

Lucy assumed that Lady Crumpet's response would be to run tearfully from the room and report the disgraceful occurrence to her equally shocked and outraged husband. Instead Lady Crumpet quietly appraised the scene then shut the door firmly behind her and turned the key in the lock. The loud click alerted Lucy and her thrusting companion to Lady Crumpet's presence -- at which point they both froze, wondering what to do and what her ladyship's next move would be. Astonishingly, after an awkward pause, the lady of the house strode over to the bed and began removing her clothes. Lady Crumpet made it abundantly obvious she wanted to participate in their passionate tryst. Taking advantage of her tethered wrists and ankles, her ladyship began spanking Lucy's naked bottom and admonishing her for being an "extremely naughty girl". Lucy bit the pillow whilst her punishment was administered, reflecting philosophically that it was nothing less than she deserved. After ordering Lucy's partner in crime to untie her, Lady Crumpet demanded they make amends for their appalling indiscretion. They did so by satisfying Lady Crumpet's lusty passions and attending to her most intimate needs. As befitting her position as lady of the house, Lady Crumpet lay supine on the bed whilst Lucy and the gentleman friend eagerly pleasured her voluptuous body. She especially enjoyed having her shapely bosom fondled and kissed by Lucy whilst their mutual friend, rising to the occasion in more ways than one, applied his tongue to Lady Crumpet's cunt with astonishing dexterity.

Lucy still felt aggrieved that she had lost her job, given that her Ladyship had most certainly enjoyed their threesome, and was unlikely to share the details of their ménage-a-trois with anyone else. Unfortunately, the noise of the three of them indulging in various acts of indecency with each other attracted the attention of a rather naive scullery maid, who after listening with her ear to the door for several minutes, decided someone was being murdered and scuttled off to report what she had heard to the housekeeper, who in turn bustled down the corridor to listen at the door, and being rather less naive than the scullery maid, decided to order one of the more heavily built under-butlers to force open the door with his shoulder, thus revealing to half a dozen servants crowded around the broken door, two scantily clad women and a naked man with a rather impressive erection. The fact that he was vigorously shafting Lady Crumpet's arse, whilst Lucy lay underneath, fingering and licking her juicy cunt, sealed Lucy's fate. She was quickly sent packing with a week's wages in her purse and a letter of recommendation. Lucy negotiated these concessions with Lady Crumpet in lieu of her spilling the beans to her devoted husband.

After a short period of unemployment, Lucy had secured a slightly inferior post as housemaid with a family of more moderate social standing. Today was her first day's service in the Franklin household. Lucy recalled from her letter of appointment that she was to report to the head butler, Mr Thomas, who would instruct her in her duties. She reached up and rang the doorbell, which set off a distant chiming, then stood back and waited patiently on the doorstep. After what seemed an interminable length of time, Lucy heard the echo of footsteps inside the house. A series of bolts were pulled, a large key rattled in the lock and, finally, the door swung open. Standing before her was a fine figure of a man with an upright, military bearing. Lucy guessed he had once served queen and country in some far-flung corner of the empire. Although his demeanour seemed rather authoritarian, she sensed that beneath his aloof exterior he was a kind and considerate man. The head butler was dressed impeccably, from his shoes, polished so brightly that Lucy could see her face reflected in them, to his perfectly knotted bowtie. As Lucy breathed in, she detected a rather pleasing scent of aftershave, shoe polish and coal tar soap. The head butler was clearly very particular about cleanliness and Lucy was certain he would demand very high standards from the staff under his supervision.

'Miss Ripley, I presume?' he barked tersely, to which Lucy meekly nodded her head. 'My name is Mr Thomas. I am head butler and manager of household affairs. Please come inside,' he ordered, ushering her across the threshold into the gloomy interior.

'The first thing we must do is provide you with a uniform, after which I instruct you in your duties. We maintain very high standards in the Franklin house and I will personally ensure that you meet those standards,' the head butler informed her sternly.

Lucy was somewhat taken aback. It was extremely unusual for the head butler to induct an ordinary housemaid as this was a role usually taken on by the senior housekeeper. She could only infer that either Mr Thomas was so particular he felt compelled to take personal responsibility for maintaining his "extremely high standards", or that the Franklin family, being of somewhat lower standing than her previous employers, did not have a senior housekeeper in their employ. Regardless, Lucy sensed she must perform her allocated tasks with particular care and diligence in order to placate Mr Thomas. This caused Lucy considerable consternation. Despite working her way up from scullery assistant to lady's maid, her career advancement had rather more to do with her gregarious personality and shapely figure than any aptitude for housework. In fact, truth be told, she was rather sloppy and slapdash and most likely would struggle to meet Mr Thomas's exacting standards. Lucy reflected that she might need to impress the head butler in other ways to ensure her employment was not terminated rather abruptly.

'Please follow me to your room,' Mr Thomas said, before marching off and leading Lucy up several flights of stairs to the top floor, where she guessed the servant's quarters were located. Lucy listened for signs of activity in the house, which was eerily quiet. It suddenly occurred to her that they were alone.

'The Franklin's are residing in London for the season,' Mr Thomas informed her. 'They have taken most of the staff with them, leaving me to run the household in their absence.'

'I've given the remaining staff members the day off so we won't be disturbed,' he continued, confirming Lucy's suspicions. It was obvious that Mr Thomas had engineered the situation thus and the glint in his blue-grey eyes suggested they would be working together rather closely during her induction. Lucy felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. Perhaps her inadequate cleaning skills wouldn't be too much of an impediment to her continued employment.

After reaching the top floor, Mr Thomas led her down a long corridor towards a plain wooden door at the end.

'Here we are,' he said, briskly. 'This is your room. I think you will find it comfortable enough.'

He took a large bunch of keys attached to his highly-polished leather belt, selected one and unlocked the door. Mr Thomas swung it open, shifting his body slightly, allowing her to pass. Unable to resist the temptation, Lucy deliberately brushed her full breasts lightly against his chest as she squeezed past, causing the head butler to take a sharp intake of breath. Lucy lowered her head quickly so he wouldn't see the sly smile that fleetingly crossed her lips.

'Your uniform is hanging in the wardrobe,' Mr Thomas informed her, quickly regaining his composure. 'Please put it on. I will return for you in fifteen minutes,' he said, closing the door behind him. Lucy studied the room that would be her new home, that was if she managed to satisfy Mr Thomas and pass her probationary period. Although small, it looked homely and much nicer than her previous accommodation. Sunlight flooded through the south facing window, falling in a bright patch on the slightly threadbare carpet. The walls were covered with paper embossed with a colourful floral pattern, lending the room a cheerful, summery aspect. Two framed pictures, depicting local country scenes, hung above a narrow metal bed, which was covered with a thick white quilt. A chamber pot was tucked discreetly under the bed and a washstand and water jug stood in the corner, next to a large mirror. Other than a small bedside cabinet, the only other furniture was the wardrobe containing her uniform. Her hunch about Mr Thomas and his intentions was quickly confirmed when she opened the wardrobe door and examined the strange garment she was expected to wear.

Her new uniform comprised of a short black rubber dress, long rubber gloves, a pair of sheer hold-up stockings with lacy garters and a frilly white apron. Even more strangely, Lucy discovered a pair of matching rubber panties. She touched the rubber dress, feeling its slippery smoothness between her fingers, thinking how it would cling to her body, accentuating her breasts and drawing attention to her deliciously curved derrière, which had been described as extremely peachy by several gentleman admirers. Lucy was conscious that time was passing and Mr Thomas would soon return, expecting her to be ready. She quickly undressed, glancing at herself in the mirror as she did so. The lacy black underwear she wore beneath her sensible clothes seemed rather incongruous given her lowly status. Despite her inferior position in society, Lucy vowed she would always wear pretty under garments and, over the years, had purloined a number of expensive brassieres and panties from former mistresses. They never seemed to notice that their sauciest items of lingerie had gone missing, having more than enough money to easily replace them. In some instances, where her mistress rarely slept with the master of the house, the items in question were, in Lucy's opinion, quite frankly redundant. So, she liberated their scanty underwear and used them to spice up intimate encounters with footmen, under-butlers, gardeners and occasionally, when the mood took her, her fellow housemaids.

Lucy slipped out of her lingerie and stood naked in front of the mirror, shivering slightly in the cool air. Aware that she was in no position to complain about the peculiarities of her new uniform, Lucy picked up the rubber panties from the hanger and prepared to put them on. On closer examination, she was shocked to discover a large hole in the crotch. The hole had been deliberately made and was clearly intended to leave her pudenda exposed. It seemed Mr Thomas had already given a lot of thought to the practicalities of her new role. After a moment's hesitation, Lucy stepped into the rubber panties and pulled them up to her waist. Looking in the mirror, she saw how they clung to the contours of her curvaceous bottom like a shiny black sheath. Just as she had imagined, the strategically positioned hole left nothing to the imagination, revealing a small tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair and the inviting cleft between her buttocks. It was a very enticing sight; one Lucy was sure Mr Thomas would avail himself of at some stage in her induction. She slipped into the rubber dress, wriggling to adjust the tight-fitting garment before zipping it up, smoothing down the creases and adjusting the cleavage so her tits were nicely displayed. Turning to study herself in the mirror, Lucy nodded with approval. Mr Thomas had chosen well, the dress was a perfect fit, although of course totally inappropriate as a maid's uniform. She added the finishing touches, pulling on the sheer black stockings, fastening the apron around her waist, placing the maid's cap on her head and then slipping on a pair of extremely impractical, high-heeled shoes she found in the bottom of the wardrobe. Finally, with some difficulty, Lucy pulled on the elbow length rubber gloves and sat down on the bed, waiting nervously for Mr Thomas to return.

It wasn't long before Lucy heard the sound of his footsteps echoing in the corridor outside. There was a pause then a sharp rap on the door. She tottered across the room, slightly unsteady in her high-heels, and flung the door open with more than a hint of sultry insolence. Whatever his intentions, Lucy didn't want to make things too easy for the head butler. Mr Thomas appeared surprised as she stood, hand on hip, legs slightly apart, staring at him with an air of saucy defiance. His eyes roved lingeringly over her body, taking in the high heel shoes, stockings, tight fitting rubber dress and long rubber gloves. He opened his mouth slightly and wetted his lips. Lucy could see his chest rising and falling as his breathing quickened with desire.

'Your new uniform appears to be a perfect fit,' he said after completing his appraisal.

'It fits very well Mr Thomas, but it doesn't seem particularly appropriate for housework,' Lucy responded tartly.

'On the contrary,' he replied sharply 'it is completely in keeping with the demands and expectations of your new role. Now, let's begin your induction and put you through your paces. I'm looking forward to finding out whether your skills are indeed as exceptional as the rumours I have heard about you suggest.'

He turned abruptly, beckoning her to follow him as he set off at a brisk pace along the corridor and back down the staircase.

Lucy followed as best she could, finding Mr Thomas's rapid pace rather difficult to keep up with, due largely to the impractical high heel shoes and constraining hem of her tight-fitting rubber dress. Lucy was about to ask the head butler to slow down, when he finally stopped and swung open the door leading to the dining room. She followed him inside and took stock of her new surroundings. The room was beautifully appointed, with a large, highly polished dining table and twelve elaborately upholstered chairs at one end, and at the other, an informal seating area with a chaise longue and matching foot stool. Several paintings of stern-faced gentlemen and haughty looking women hung on the walls. Lucy assumed they were ancestors of the Franklin family. An imposing wooden sideboard stood against the far wall. Her heart sank when she surveyed the objects placed upon it. There was a feather duster with a short stubby handle, a dustpan and brush and, on the floor next to the sideboard, a mop with a bucket of soapy water. A new-fangled electric vacuuming device waited ominously in the corner of the room, like some giant mechanical praying mantis. It was a rather dismaying sight, indicating that Mr Thomas did indeed wish to test her cleaning skills.

Mr Thomas led her over to the sideboard. As she moved closer, Lucy noticed two other items she had missed in her initial inspection. A hank of rope lay neatly coiled on the carpet beside the dresser and, displayed prominently on one of the shelves, was a peculiar cone shaped object moulded from Indian rubber. Lucy knew immediately what the strange ornament was, having been introduced to something similar during a passionate encounter with Miss Elspeth Fitzsimmons, the vivacious leader of the local suffragette movement. Miss Fitzsimmons was a passionate believer in emancipation for women, especially when it came to affairs of the heart. After a chance meeting in a tea shop on the high street, Miss Fitzsimmons had invited Lucy back to her lodgings, where the two women had spent a rather depraved afternoon experimenting with alternatives to a prominent part of the male anatomy. These had included candles of various shapes and sizes, the handle of Elspeth's parasol and, Lucy's personal favourite, a rather large cucumber purchased from a greengrocer's shop. Elspeth had insisted Lucy try the new posterior dilation device she had purchased from a Soho emporium specialising in the sale of erotic novels, saucy postcards and marital aids imported from America. According to Elspeth, the dilator was all the rage with adventurous young ladies and men of a certain disposition. Elspeth had gently inserted the phallic object into Lucy's anus, explaining as she did so how it would enhance her climax. Her bold assertion was quickly proved correct. The combination of Elspeth's dexterous tongue and the rubber phallus lodged inside her arse had indeed given Lucy a stupendous orgasm. A rosy pink hue infused Lucy's cheeks as she recalled her indecent liaison with the naughty suffragette. Although somewhat larger, the lewd object sitting on the shelf was almost identical to the one in Elspeth's possession. Mr Thomas smiled at her bemused expression with a cheeky sparkle in his blue-grey eyes. Although pretending to be shocked by the presence of the posterior dilator, Lucy was in fact rather relieved. Her lackadaisical approach to cleaning would no doubt soon be revealed, so it was imperative she impress Mr Thomas with her other, more worldly abilities.