Dear miss Caine,

My wife has instructed me to write and make public the undeniable fact about myself- I AM THIRD RATE -as a lover, husband, and person.

My wife has always made it clear to me that the only reason she married me was the convenience it afforded her to have a live-in lacky.

I wash, cook, sew and clean the house as my wife attends to her hair dressing salon, and the only time I leave the house is to buy clothes and do the shopping.

I am up every morning to make breakfast in bed to madame, always with fresh make up on, and looking as nice as I can.

My clothes are all modern, and in keeping with the average housewife, best clothes i.e. split skirts, velour dresses etc, are not worn daily, only when madame entertains. I sometimes get very bored during the day, but complaining does no good, I am mockingly told to have an affair with the first thing in trousers I see - "just like the other girls do "

My  mistress says it is a pity more husbands like me could not train as typists or as office juniors to make tea etc as that is all we're good for.

On more than one occasion I have been out complete with new dress to a fancy dress, and found myself the centre of attraction much to my discomfort, and have been explained away as a"gay boy " that has been brought along as a "bit of fun for the girls!! and I have been ganged up on by these ladies, humiliation indeed, as anyone who has been in my position will agree!

On these occasions madame has made a point of leaving the party with a male of her choice, and I have been priveliged to drive them both home, trying hard not to notice the groans of passion as they discovered each other on the back seat.

Madame is usually kinder to me for a short while after these occasions, and although I realise that my sex life is dull and not at all important to my mistress, for my health I am given permission to relieve myself at regular intervals. As a reward for my good behaviour at such times, I am allowed to lick madames thighs untill I am near to my climax, then madame stands behind me and methodically spanks me with a short wide strap encouraging me to wriggle and sway my bottom until I orgasm  into my panties.

I then have to thank madame, kiss  the strap and then I shower ready for bed.

If any of madame's friends are due to call, the house has to be spotless before I go to bed and everything close to hand, drinks, food, contraceptives etc, so as not to be needed for the remainder of the evening.

Of course I have to clean up the next day, so I can't help but know how many times her guest enjoyed my mistress' body, and I must confess that there are times when I suffer all sorts of feelings of jealousy and rage.  They soon pass of course, but I feel duty bound to confess to madame at the earliest opportunity.

I have found that madame is so understanding in these situations that even though I am severely punished, I always feel so relieved at telling her the full truth and having the guilt away from me that I can go for months before experiencing any pangs of regret at all about my life style.

I sometimes try to imagine life without sewing, dresses and petticoats etc, and wonder where I might have ended up if I had not met my mistress, instead of stuck at the kitchen sink, ironing and cooking, I might even have been a success at being the boss. Who knows

I thank you for bothering with my account of my life of servitude,

yours faithfully "Claire" Nottingham.