Diary in the life of a latex maid

Hi

I just wanted to share a day in the life of how I live my life.

6am.

I open my eyes to the alarm call and look down at my body… I’m wearing a leather and chain body harness, my wrists and ankles shackled. This is a good nights sleep trust me! I am chained every night and they’re never taken off, this is my life and I don’t mind.

I open my eyes and see my uniform hanging up on my closet - a black latex maids outfit, complete with apron, latex stockings and suspenders, ballet boots, ball gag, collar, butt plug, corset and gloves. This I wear for around 12 - hours every day.

My mistress comes in and takes my harness and shackles off, all padlocked so only she can remove them. I’m taken in to the shower room, bathed, all bodily hair waxed and given an enforced enema to clean me out.

Next it’s make up time, it is heavily applied and I’m virtuality unrecognisable but I always look absolutely pristine. My nails are checked and painted if necessary, then false lashes are applied.

Now that I look the part I’m led naked to the main chamber to be dressed, this takes about 30 minutes. A suspenders belt is fastened on my waist and I sit down on a chair and told to put my latex stockings on, with Mistress helping me and fastening the garters.

Now comes the dress, it’s a long sleeved black maids dress with white ruffled neck and wrists. I step into the dress with a sense of dread as I know the day I’m about to have. It’s zipped up at the back and locked up with a tiny padlock to which my Mistress has the only key.

I sit down again and leather sleeves are buckled onto my arms with a metal ring at the end. These cover my hands. A small PVC and metal collar is placed around my neck. My uniform is then shined with a latex shining solution, the smell is foul and it reminds me what’s about to happen to me again.

Next I’m laced into black patent ballet boots which have got to be about 9 inches. His seems to last forever and there’s so much lace. The boots force my toes downwards had to stand en pointe. I’m taken by the hand to the centre of the chamber as I nearly tumble over in the very high heels and with a stern push to the ground I’m on my knees. I’m left to kneel for about 10 minutes, I can feel the restrictiveness of the ballet boots and I’m left with my thoughts.

When Mistress

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