Well, now we've got settled with our two girls we decided that what we want is them dressed nicely. So we drove into the big local seaside town and went to the catering clothing suppliers.

There we bought a couple of maid's dresses each and an assortment of aprons and sensible shoes and white blouses and lisle stockings and the most intricate starched caps we could find, huge complicated three tier things designed for some dead posh sea-side restaurant, we also bought some corsets and high heels and some of those wonderful black 'hold-up' stockings from M&S.

So each of them now has a variety of outfits, a straight maid's outfit for entertaining, one very much shortened maid's outfit to be worn with heels and the complicated hat and hold-ups with the tops showing and very supported boobs so they show out of the top of the black dress, and the traditional subby outfit of heels, corset, G-string and collar.

We've been running them ragged the past day or so with them learning how to make tea and coffee and serve meals to us, with appropriate punishments and rewards as time, and they, progressed.

I have to admit I'm rather enjoying having servants, especially servants where you can say “Girl, lick me...” or, and especially if I'm a bit tired, “Girl, master needs to take his pleasure, kneel and raise your bottom”...

It has been a long, complicated and difficult week.

We went to meet our new prospective maid, and we took our new 'on trial' maid with us as well.

We met her for coffee, a nice slim youngish girl of about 28. She had loads of subbie experience but has no idea at all about domestic work having spent her years in a job working in shops, and her years out of work more or less chained to various master's beds and learning how to manipulate her vaginal muscles.

Everything looked ok and we invited her back to our hotel where our maid awaited us. A quick phone call and when we entered our mini suite there was the little chubby darling, all naked, kneeling on the bed, bum in the air and the ring on her huge 'truncheon' style steel butt plug rising above her...

We played...

We found the best position was with one sub licking my pussy, or Master's cock, and the other French kissing the appropriate Dom, although us kissing each other while the subs licked us was nice as well.

After Master had 'pumped' we all sat down to discuss what we were going to do. We explained that we couldn't afford to employ both of them at the advertised wage, and we agreed that a job share, with board and food, might be possible, but at a slightly reduced rate because we'd have two lots of food to buy.

So, medical tests notwithstanding, we agreed a 'job share' of 20 hours domestic work a week for both of them, with a 'salary' of £10,000 a year each, the appropriate pension and other statutory rights and a variety of other legal nonsenses.

The next day we headed for home.

Then we went to see our accountant about the legal aspects of all this, and ran smack into the new anti-slavery laws...

After we'd sorted all that out, and run through a bureaucratic nightmare, it was time to go and see the bank manager to buy a 'off the shelf' wages and pension scheme, which was actually less painful than we'd imagined, if slightly more expensive.

The whole process took about two days and made us wonder what some poor devil who was starting up in business (rather than recruiting some household help) finds the time to do all this.

Saturday morning and her medical reports arrived, and she's clean, she'll be up next Wednesday with the usual rent-a-van full of stuff to move into her room.

Oh, and I've been out and treated myself to a huge black strap-on, if I've got two of them to keep control of I need something special...

Our new maid is a first class maid, but a dreadful sex slave.

So we've started training her...

First of all she was knelt on the bed, bottom high, and, with me holding her wide my darling Master slid inside her, she moaned, then started twitching, I spanked her and told her to move her bum to start turning him on, she moaned again, and climaxed without permission, for which she was spanked again...

After a lot of spanking, giggles, climaxes and various other sexual acts involving baby oil, vibrators, leather manacles and a pair of nipple clamps she managed to get him to climax inside her, she was 'well spermed', as the Victorians would have said, and we all trooped off to our bathroom/wet room with its large shower.

Off to meet the last applicant tomorrow...

We're taking this one with us, we shall see what transpires, but, if the other one is suitable, we shall probably try and keep both, although there are financial constraints that come into play here...

Home again.

Manchester was, well, entertaining.

The couple turned out to be Eastern Europeans of some kind with no proper papers and, while they were in the UK legally, they had no right to work and, to be honest, we bought them a decent lunch and sent them on their way. It would have been exploitative and cruel to have 'had' them and we're not that nasty even though they looked reasonably sexy.

The next day we met the next 'applicant'. A very English lady in her mid thirties. She was nice, plump, divorced and had done domestic work and had worked in hotels and restaurants but had very limited experience of being a submissive and none at all of being with another woman, although she expressed a desire 'to have a go at that'...

We also gave her lunch, but then took her up to our room for about four hours of reasonably energetic sexual high jinks.

She proved to be a very enthusiastic partner and expertly blew my dear husband until he was almost 'there' and then,safe sex being paramount, used her large and reasonably firm breasts to bring him off.

After which we watched him lay back to enjoy the show of me showing her exactly how one woman pleases another, which took about two hours, at which point, after my two orgasms and her three, both of us were exhausted and dripping wet and dozing off...

She stayed the night with us and we did it all again the next morning. The eight foot beds you get in big hotel 'delux' rooms these days aare wonderful for 'threesomes'. We must get one for use at home...

We've offered her a month's trial after she's had the medical tests we want her to have (we're paying) because we've one other girl to see, but unless she's spectacular I think we may just have a winner...

We had, in the end, some eight respondents, of whom five, including the mother/daughter couple, evaporated when asked for more details or a phone number.

We're now left with two girls and a couple, but, to be honest, the couple sound like non starters as they're foreign and sound a bit odd.

Still, they're in Manchester, as is one of the girls, so we're flitting across there tomorrow for a look.

Booked a room at the Radison there for two nights and I hope to let everyone know how we got on.

We've had a few replies and we thought people would enjoy hearing how we got on when we 'interviewed' our potential maid.

Our first applicant was an Algerian girl who looked marvellous but obviously didn't quite get it. She was skinny, had a face like a bag of anvils, all sharp angles and interesting cheek bones and high arched eyebrows, and the body of a sprinter, skinny,  flat chested,  nice bum.  She was as kinky as hell without actually knowing what she was doing. Her sexual experience was very limited, she'd been married to a man who enjoyed hitting her, (We assume in Algeria but we didn't ask) and she said she enjoyed the abuse and the subservience, but it wasn't quite that simple, it never is with abuse victims.

She was just about the least submissive sub we'd ever met, far more the sexual 'bottom' than a submissive maid. She enjoyed the pain and the humiliation, but that was about it, she didn't like being subservient at all and the idea of being a servant repelled her.

We met over coffee in a Starbucks on Friday morning in Leeds city centre, she was living somewhere nearby, and she pretty much rejected the job right away but was very willing to spend the day, and night, with us at the Queen's Hotel where we'd booked in for the night (we'd travelled there by train, parking in Leeds isn't cheap or easy and you stand a decent chance of getting your car vandalised)

We hadn't checked in, so we upgraded to a 'Junior Suite' that comes, as we already knew, with a eight foot bed and took her for a pub lunch with a bottle of wine. She was a nice Muslim girl, but she had a couple of glasses of wine with us over lunch.

Then, at about two in the afternoon, we took her back to the hotel, registered and went up to the room where she was, pretty much, stripped, spanked, shagged, tied up and used and generally exploited...

She seems to have loved every minute of it, even though everyone was being terribly careful with condoms and 'bodily fluids' and stuff.

And then we pretty much went to sleep, went down for dinner later and then back upstairs for some more sex...

A nice day out, an interesting meeting, but so far, no maid...

Writing this on the train going home after going shopping at Harvey Nicks...