As Kristina stepped down from the bus and walked along the street, she was just thrilled that she had managed to get back home to the big city after such a long stay away during COVID lockdown. She really appreciated the fact that her relatives had let her stay with them on their farm in the countryside because there was lots of open space there and wonderful views compared to the restricted views along an identikit street from her own home in London. She had had to do quite a bit of helping out for them to justify her stay, of course, when not working remotely from her bedroom, but at least now she could get back to what she saw as her long-term calling, which was domestic service. Kristina was wearing her cleaning uniform as she did for all her cleaning jobs, mainly black with bits of white here and there and a hem just below the knee, partly disguised by a blue and white shawl, but anyone who saw her walking along knew what she was, which was a low-class cleaner and housemaid. Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was the feeling that she most craved. Kristina longed for the permanent simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of her betters, and of being reduced in status to the lowliest of the low, a domestic cleaner, a cleaning lady, a maid, a servant, a skivvy.Kristina’s fear as she walked along the quiet residential street was that she would run into a friend from her high-status life or, even worse, a work colleague. She had some answers prepared for why she was wearing a maid’s uniform in a nice middle-class part of London, but none of them particularly convincing, so she rather riskily just hoped it would be all right. Today Kristina was cleaning for Rebecca who was a newly-qualified barrister who had taken Kristina on by way of referral through a friend. Rebecca lived in one of the smaller houses that she cleaned, but Kristina spent longer there than in most of her jobs because Rebecca was particularly strict with her and understood her need to be disciplined whenever her standards fell even slightly. To help her training, Rebecca insisted on Kristina wearing full eye make-up, although no other make-up, which was intended as an added incentive to Kristina to avoid a punishment that would cause her to cry and hence her eye make-up to run. Of course, that had happened more than once.Rebecca was twenty-four years old, so ten years younger than Kristina, but had a natural authoritative attitude and no-nonsense demeanour, so Kristina knew exactly where she stood with Rebecca. Which was way way down the social scale, on the very bottom where Kristina knew that she belonged, and which, as it happened, was also where she tended to be disciplined.Rebecca rightly treated Kristina as the low-class person that her position dictated. Kristina was there to clean for her and to do other menial duties whilst Rebecca got on with doing the things that she needed to do. It was a standing order that if Rebecca went into the room where Kristina was working there was no conversation and Rebecca ignored Kristina‘s presence, and Kristina knew that was just what she needed to keep her in her place.Kristina preferred being ignored as it took away any feelings of responsibility and her sole requirement was to do as she was told and not to question her mistress’s instructions.There wasn’t even a discussion after Rebecca carried out her inspection and determined the punishment Kristina needed in order to encourage her to reach the state of perfection required, because Kristina knew all she would be shown was a written number on a piece of paper, between zero and twenty-five. Zero would indicate a perfect score, no opportunities for improvement, and the closer the number was to twenty-five the more severe the punishment would be. Before going to stay on her cousins’ farm for lockdown Kristina had got Rebecca’s number down to twelve, her lowest yet, and still that punishment had left her bottom ridged and sore for two days.As well as being spanked and caned by Rebecca to encourage her to attain more perfect results, there was another form of punishment which Kristina was required by Rebecca to suffer which was confinement in a dark cupboard so that she could reflect at leisure on ways in which she could improve her work and thereby improve Rebecca’s quality of life. Following several confinements, Kristina had discovered that being left alone in a dark area increased her feelings of submissiveness and surrender, and she remembered so clearly when she was, ‘taken out for dinner.’ by her ex-girlfriend, Heather, and one of Heather’s friends, but wasn’t allowed to eat with them and instead had to sit in the dark basement of the restaurant holding their Ankara bayan escort coats near the door to the Ladies Room, and nobody even spoke to her while she was there. She had found it a humiliating experience yet her knickers were damp as she sat there knowing that it was right that in her low-status role this was how she should come to expect to live. Kristina knew that no one would respect her, but everyone would expect her to respect them, and Kristina certainly respected Rebecca.Rebecca had a built-in cupboard in the spare bedroom which was just four or so feet wide and the floor was only two feet deep as it backed underneath the staircase. There was a shelf about three and a half feet above the floor and whilst the area below the shelf was intended for all sorts of domestic items Rebecca used it for quite a different reason for Kristina.She would make Kristina undress to her underwear and then sit sideways to the door on the floor of the cupboard knowing she would have to bend her legs to squeeze into the area with her back against the wall. Her hands would be handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles would be cuffed too. A sleep mask would be placed over her eyes and then a black shoe bag placed over her head to entirely remove her vision. In a final gesture to increase Kristina’s humiliation, Rebecca would make her lift her bottom just off the floor of the cupboard and she, Rebecca, would deftly pull Kristina’s knickers down her legs as far as her knees. It meant that Kristina could hardly move once the door was shut, and locked, nor could she see anything other than blackness. Even if she had been able to see, she would have been looking directly at the inside gusset of her own knickers.Kristina found that the confined position, with the total lack of light and of her ability to see, intensified her feelings of submission and inferiority to Rebecca, and such imprisonment, invariably for an uncertain period of time, would always make her damp between the legs in recognition that there was an element of sexual submission to Rebecca, never mentioned by either of them, but unmistakable. For Kristina, as a quite senior legal eagle, having her knickers humiliatingly pulled down to her knees by a barrister just out of law school was an added element of shame. Thank goodness Rebecca had no idea who Kristina was in real life, although Kristina thought, ‘This is real life too, and more and more becoming so.’Rebecca knew how such isolation affected Kristina as she had noticed the signs and took to covering the floor of the cupboard with a large sheet of white paper for Kristina to sit on, and told Kristina that if there was a single stain on the paper then woe betide her. Of course, it was a threat that Kristina found aroused her even more, but she knew that she had to be as restrained with her thoughts and feelings as possible and be careful to keep control because she knew that Rebecca took a no-nonsense attitude towards behaviour she did not permit.Kristina arrived at Rebecca’s front door, pressed the doorbell, and waited. She waited five minutes, in fact, before Rebecca came and opened the door. During that time, she knew that she mustn’t ring the doorbell a second time as she had seen the vase on the windowsill which was the signal that Rebecca was definitely in and Kristina knew that if Rebecca was doing something when she rang the doorbell then she would just have to wait. Kristina was conscious of people walking past the house and saw her waiting, and some were neighbours who knew that she was the cleaner and heard the giggles from those who had seen her waiting obediently outside the door before. It was all intended to ensure Kristina would be in the correct mind-set for her cleaning work and Kristina appreciated Rebecca’s rationale and experienced how successful it was in reinforcing her lowness of rank and deference towards Rebecca.When the door was eventually opened, to Kristina’s surprise there were two girls there, Rebecca, her mistress, slim, fit, dark-brown haired, and also a girl about the same age with pale skin, freckles, black curly hair, and blue eyes, and both were grinning wildly as if they’d been sharing a funny story.“Oh hi,” said the curly-haired girl, “you must be Rebecca’s cleaning girl. Rebecca says if you have time, you might be able to clean my place sometime and it really needs it.”Kristina bobbed a curtsy at the young lady and replied, “Of course Miss, if Miss Rebecca were to allow it, I would be very pleased to help you.” “OK, great,” said the curly-haired girl. She gave Rebecca a ‘Bye-bye,’ came out of the front door, and headed off.“Bye-bye, Clarissa, see you later,” said Rebecca. Rebecca addressed Kristina, “Well, girl, you had better come and get cleaning.”Kristina knew to walk in, curtsy, and then put her handbag down on the floor and took off her shoes as another show of respect, and immediately got on with her work, not expecting anything Escort bayan Ankara more from her mistress.Kristina did make a point of noticing how Rebecca was dressed in an informal and quite short blue-grey lounge dress, that showed off her well-toned arms, her flat tummy, and well-toned legs. Kristina made a mental note to get herself into better shape, although with all her jobs where was the time? Mistress Rebecca wasn’t worried about Kristina’s looks, though, but just her standard of work so Kristina thought to herself that she would have to make the physicality of her cleaning work her low-class gym substitute.Kristina went upstairs first, picked up Rebecca’s laundry basket, took it back downstairs, and transferred its collection of knickers, tights, socks, T-shirts, and so on into the washing machine and switched it on. She returned upstairs and stripped Rebecca’s bed and took the bedlinen down to the kitchen for the next wash.Kristina then went back upstairs and cleaned Rebecca’s en-suite bathroom. She first approached the toilet, knelt down in front of it, as if before a throne, lowered her head and face as deep into the bowl as she could without touching and taking in the scents left there by Rebecca, recognizing the variety of aromas and knowing each one from previous familiarity, seeking out the excitement of the muskier and attractive smells and feeling a tingling in her pussy as she detected them. Kristina observed as she always did the little marks and stains in the toilet bowl which told her that her respected young mistress Rebecca expected her cleaner, her maid, to clean even the most intimate and private dirt which she produced in her busy week as well she should. That was what a maid was for, and certainly, that was what Kristina was for which was to clean Rebecca’s dirt and mess. As she knelt on the bathroom floor and began to scrub the inside of the toilet bowl, Kristina knew that whilst for some cleaners this was the worst part of the job, she loved nothing better than to clean the toilets that her mistresses sat on, as she always felt that that job, of all the things she had to do, put her in her place and emphasised her low-status servility more than cleaning almost anything else. Kristina then cleaned the rest of the bathroom, being as diligent as she could be but realised that as it had been some months since she had last cleaned it really well and that she was bound to miss some details here and there. After all, she had never yet been able to reach the stage of perfection that Rebecca required, and so doubted she would get close to it today. However, she did try her best just as she tried her best when she went into Rebecca’s’ bedroom and, as always, remade the bed, making sure that everything was tucked in correctly, before dusting and vacuuming. She did catch her breath when she saw Mistress Rebecca’s short silk nightdress on the dressing table which she picked up, smelled, and felt every part of it against her cheek, before going back into the bathroom to put it in the washing basket.When Kristina cleaned the second bedroom, she looked at the cupboard and couldn’t resist opening the door knowing there was every likelihood that she would have to spend time inside on the floor by way of punishment, or ‘reflection time,’ as Rebecca sometimes called it, while Rebecca carried out her inspection, and Kristina felt little tremblings in and around her vagina at the thought.When Kristina had finished cleaning the rooms upstairs, she then cleaned the upstairs passageway, the stairs, and the downstairs hallway, lost in the pleasure she gained from cleaning. She so preferred it to her job as a senior in-house legal counsel where she had to make so many decisions and felt so stressed all the time.Kristina then proceeded to clean the kitchen, which again she did as diligently as she could, but every time she stood up and looked at what she had just cleaned she saw one or two spots that she had missed, and told herself she had to clean better than that as she then cleaned those spots away, but was still worried there were other spots that she had missed which eagle-eyed Rebecca would be bound to see and punish her for.Once she had finished cleaning the kitchen, she emptied the washing machine, took the bedlinen upstairs, and ironed it all, enjoying the mundaneness as much as her other cleaning chores, folding it all neatly and putting it in the airing cupboard.Finally, she went back downstairs again and into the living area and saw Rebecca sitting at the dining table. Kristina didn’t say anything but cleaned the sitting area first and then stood on the dividing line between the living area and dining area and waited, hands respectfully crossed in front. It was at least five minutes before Rebecca turned around, saw Kristina, collected her papers, and walked past Kristina without saying a word or even looking at her, and went into the kitchen.Kristina knew that Mistress Bayan escort Ankara Rebecca wouldn’t say anything, but still curtsied as she passed in respect for Rebecca’s superior position, but, as always, Kristina knew it was appropriate that she be ignored. Rebecca was making it quite clear that she would ignore her domestic staff when she wished to.Once Kristina had finished cleaning the living room she went and stood at the door to the kitchen and waited. Another five minutes passed before Mistress Rebecca looked up with a glare and demanded, “Finished, girl?”Kristina caught her breath, curtsied, and replied, “Yes Miss. Please would you check that I have carried out my work to your satisfaction?” Kristina loved how she had to show respect at all times to a woman ten years her junior, but her superior in every way. Just uttering such words of subservience induced wetness in Kristina’s knickers every time.Rebecca ordered, “Then get undressed to your underwear and go to the spare bedroom.”Kristina unzipped her maid’s dress, slid her arms out of the sleeves, stepped out of it, and folded it neatly, and placed it carefully on the floor. Rebecca always said that if the floor had been cleaned properly then it wouldn’t matter, but in any case, Kristina wasn’t permitted to put her clothes on any of the chairs or tables, just as she was not permitted to ever sit on any of Rebecca’s chairs. Rebecca’s furniture was for her use and that of her guests, and she had said, ‘…not for my maid to enjoy.’Kristina was thus left in her underwear of white cotton knickers, full high waist with a lacy front and a little white bow, matching bra, and her hold-up stockings which were black, to match her maid’s dress, with their lacy, sticky tops.Kristina walked along and into the second bedroom and stood obediently by the built-in cupboard and was already getting quietly excited at the prospect of being locked into that cramped dark space with nothing to look at other than blackness. She curtsied again as Mistress Rebecca followed her into the room and opened the cupboard door.Rebecca didn’t need to say anything because Kristina knew she had to squat down and then shuffle herself sideways into the little space, seated on the usual sheet of Rebecca’s detection paper. Once in place, Rebecca placed a sleeping mask over Kristina’s eyes and then put the black shoe bag over her head so it rested on her shoulders. Rebecca then ordered, “Hands behind your back and lean forward,” and secured Kristina’s hands in place with the handcuffs, and then did the same with Kristina’s ankles. “Bottom-up,” Rebecca said, and deftly pulled the senior lawyer’s knickers along her thighs to her bent knees, exposing her maid’s most intimate region to ensure her submission and shame. Kristina then heard the door being clicked shut and locked, and Rebecca‘s footsteps disappearing out of the room. Kristina settled down, with very little space to manoeuvre, with her hands in the cuffs behind her back, her knees bent and her ankles cuffed, as she waited as Rebecca checked the work she had done. It was always a tense time because she knew that Rebecca marked her work stringently, and was a firm believer that every shortcoming should be dealt with severely so that next time her maid would have motivation to improve. It was what Kristina wanted as well, having decided that her ultimate desire in life was, step by step, to allow her professional status and social status as a lady lawyer to be taken away and slowly replaced by her jobs in domestic service, and to become a full-time maid as her position for the rest of her life, without any responsibilities or complexities. She also knew she needed to be trained to achieve the highest standards for her mistresses and if she walked home with a stinging bottom then that only helped her to learn.As always, Kristina submitted to the feeling of helplessness and submissiveness in the darkness although she could hear Rebecca walking around the house. Of course, as usual, she was way down the list of things that were important to Rebecca, and a few times she heard Rebecca’s mobile phone ring. Kristina could hear Rebecca chatting happily and heard her say, “My cleaning girl is still upstairs,” but she certainly didn’t mention that her cleaning girl was hooded, locked and bound, and waiting for Rebecca to come and deal with her. Rebecca answered one question with, “I’ve nearly finished with her. She should be out in about an hour,” which reminded Kristina that despite her high-powered day job, which Rebecca knew nothing about, in Rebecca’s eyes she was the lowest of the low. Of course, Rebecca was totally right dealing with her friends first and leaving Kristina to be dealt with last as the maid, like a vacuum cleaner or a mop, had simply been put away in a closed cupboard until her mistress had a use for her.As the darkness and restriction took more and more of a hold on Kristina, she knew that she was getting more and more aroused by her predicament as she suffered the humiliation of having to sit in the cramped cupboard space pondering her menial status, but was also thinking about the punishment which was sure to come. Just as she knew that Rebecca took punishment seriously and never held back, both of them knew that that was what Kristina needed.