acting as Madame's butler.

 

I had no idea that I would be a butler here for life when I moved into the bare 1-room apartment in the adjacent building with the aristocratic lady, while the dominant madame lived in her castle-like villa.

It has been 28 years since then.

I had studied the job advertisements at the time because I was a trained chef with a significant amount of debt and a mediocre salary as a chef.

A butler who would also live with her and be available day and night had been advertised by the lady of the house.

My new life as a butler started after my introduction and what I thought was a princely salary at the time.

It's likely that a submissive servant has always slept in more, but my devotion did not turn into passion until I entered into a 24/7 relationship with a submissively dominant partner in Madame's home.

I was treated like a house slave by the dominant madame from the start, and depending on her mood, I didn't care if she beat me out like a dog or yelled at me without cause.

Quite the opposite.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed her punishments, even though if I had ever objected in the present day, my lady would likely have been charged with slavery and abuse of people.

I haven't, though.

Between tails and aprons was my world as a butler.

I transitioned from one role to the next with ease, handling the bossy and frequently irritable Madame with a grace that more than once astounded the noble lady. Like all long-term relationships, the 24/7 relationship resulted in a growing familiarity between the parties, which decreased my madame's emotional outbursts.

I enjoyed the increased freedom I was given as I got to know my madame better and better, even though I fulfilled all the requirements of her house as a submissive servant.

I am aware of the wine I need to order and the greengrocer I can shop at.

When Madame has guests, which isn't very often, I make sure the housekeeper cleans properly and I am aware of how the buffet should appear.

My dominant madame resides in the stately home, but I only have a small room with the absolute necessities. But since I hardly ever stay in my apartment, that is all I really need.

I have no concept of holidays or free time.

I don't need the dull existence in my cramped room to make up for the fact that my life as a butler is also my life at the same time. The first time Madame tried to excuse me, I vehemently refused.

Since then, we haven't discussed taking a vacation.

Madame always carries me along with her when she travels, just like she would a suitcase, because one needs this when traveling more than anything else.

I see my purpose in life as service, and I can't even begin to imagine what life would be like without her.

And I doubt that Madame would want to continue living without me as a house slave.