I found my father’s worn copy of the book, “A Man With a Maid,” (actually he had four books in a series in his library). I borrowed it and my life was never the same. The first disciplinary scene, when he’s kidnapped Alice and restrained her, and then whips her bottom with a soft whip sent me into whole storms of ecstatic excitement and then release! To my young mind, he was dealing with a house maid, not the meaning of the word in Victorian England, a young maiden. So I’ve had a “thing” for house maids ever since.

Sometimes I fantasize about being the maid, under the strict orders of my home-owning Master and the Mistress of the estate. Other times, I like to dream of being that Mistress.

I’ve amassed some photos of maids from around the Internet, and want to share them with you in a series of posts.