Tom Hemming knew he should be happy. He lived in a nice house in a good neighbourhood with a gorgeous wife. They had two lovely daughters from his wife’s previous marriage. He had a very well paid job as an IT security consultant and his wife Susie was a successful lawyer. At 42 he had it made. Not only were they doing well financially, they had lots of friends and they were both fit and healthy. Tom mostly worked from home so he went for a run every morning before he shut himself up in his office and he did a 5km race every Saturday morning in his local park. Susie went to the gym in her lunch break, when she could get one, and played tennis at a local club in the summer.

Despite all this he was still discontented with his real life. To make up for it, Tom led a fantasy life inside his own head. Tom dreamed of being a submissive slave to a gorgeous woman who rewarded his labour with nothing but physical and mental abuse. He knew this could never happen in real life so contented himself with visiting dubious sites on the internet with real life stories and videos of glamorous women whipping cowering naked men. He wasn’t keen on those sites with semi-naked mistresses or scary women dressed in leather or rubber. He liked watching real women. He enjoyed looking at women he saw in town or on the train and imagined that he was their slave.

Ideally he would have liked Susie to be his cruel mistress but of course she was too nice to get involved with that kind of thing. She would have been ideal otherwise. At 5ft 6 inches and 130 lbs she was in great shape for a 40 year old woman and she looked the part of a stern mistress when she set off to work in a dark company suit with a pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse and black stiletto shoes, her make up perfect and her blond hair immaculately groomed. He wondered about the muscles she had built up in the gym and on the tennis court. Sometimes he wondered about her wielding a whip instead of a tennis racquet and shivered. The big grin and girly giggles spoiled it though. She really was too nice to be mean. He couldn’t talk to her about his fantasy, he just couldn’t. She would be horrified!

He sometimes wondered about gonna visit a professional dominatrix. He had looked at some websites of local establishments. Some of the ladies looked attractive but he knew that would be being unfaithful to his wife and so never did anything about it. He just kept on dreaming about his ideal life that he knew was never gonna happen.

Then one day, everything changed. He was having a coffee break and dinking around on his usual websites when he came across a blog about Stealth Submission. He realised that this was the answer for him. He could become a submissive slave to Susie without her ever having to know about it. It would all happen in his imagination and if he did it properly she would never know about it.

The idea was simple. He would gradually take over doing all the work about the house. He knew there was a lot of work to do to keep the place tidy. It was an old vicarage with 5 bedrooms and gigantic gardens, about half an acre plus an orchard. At the back of the house was a cobbled yard and the old stable block they used as a garage. It hadn’t been used for horses since an Edwardian Vicar had decided he would rather use his bike than replace his old horse. Eventually Susie would just have to get up, go to work, come home and relax. She would all the time have freshly laundered clothes, the house would all the time be clean, the gardens would look good, there would be a meal ready for the girls when they got home from college and dinner ready for her when she got home. He would try to get her to have breakfast in bed. He would encourage her to spend more time at the tennis club. Susie was usually too tired from working all day and coming home to cook and clean to do anything else in the evening. He would try and persuade her to go out with friends and generally be a social star while he stayed at home and slaved away. Tom liked that phrase “slaving away” he wanted to use it more often.

It would, of course, have to be very gradual so Susie didn’t notice what was happening until it was too late and she was used to it being her typical life. It wouldn’t be too hard to get started, he realised. Tom was working from home and so he was already doing a good bit of cleaning and laundry but Susie was all the time busy around the house at weekends. Although he had a demanding and responsible job, Tom knew he had quite a bit of slack in his work day that he currently spent daydreaming and surfing the net. And a bit of masturbating when he found a particularly juicy piece about a cruel mistress, but he was ashamed of that.

So Tom made a plan. He would spend a couple of weeks watching what Susie did in the evenings and at weekends and then get a schedule to gradually take over doing those things that would be called work, just leaving her with things that came under the heading of fun. He wondered that it would take about a year to achieve his target. Sadly, he was rumbled after 6 months.

It was a Friday evening. Tom was bustling around in the kitchen getting dinner ready when Susie came in looking for a T-shirt and a pair of jeans that she was wanting to wear the next morning. Tom knew where they were. They were in the basket in the laundry room waiting to be ironed. Tom was mortified. He had slipped up. Unfortunately he was in full stealth submission mode and he blurted out “I am so sorry Ma’am, they are still in the laundry. I will see to it after dinner and hang them in Your room”.

Susie looked at him and giggled. “What was that about? You sound like a servant.” She looked at him quizzically and giggled again. “Come to think about it, you have been behaving like a servant lately. I cant remember the last time I had to do any housework. Anything I thought might need doing I found that you had done it already. What are you playing at?”

How was he gonna reply to that? He could just pass it off as a joke and ignore it or he could tell the truth. Well not the whole truth obviously but part of the truth so that he might be able to salvage something from the wreckage. What was the best way? Yes, The truth with a bit of spin, that would do it.

“Well you know this new contract that I am on. There is a lot more down time because they have to go back to their head office every time there is a query and I cant do anything until they get back to me. What with the time difference and so on that can take hours. In the meantime I cant get on with anything else and I cant leave the house in case they call back. After all they are paying me a lot of money so I just have to sit here and wait for an answer, I just got on with the housework while I was waiting. I started to play a little game with myself, pretending that I was your servant and I had to get it all done before you came home. I’ve been enjoying it really. Do you mind? I will stop and leave plenty for you to do if you want me to!”

“My servant eh! I quite like that idea. No, carry on by all means. Don t let me stop you. Do you mind if I take advantage of your game?”

“What sort of advantage were you thinking of?” Tom asked, hopefully.

Susie smiled coquettishly at him and twiddled her hair. “Well, if if you want to play at being my servant, you can bring me a gin and tonic in the lounge in about 10 minutes. I’m going upstairs to change out of my work clothes while you get on with your cooking. After dinner you could do the washing up and then iron my jeans and T-shirt like you promised. If you want to, you could press my work suit at the same time and hang that up as well. While you’re at it you might as well put anything else into the laundry. I’ll just leave it all on the bedroom floor for you shall I? It will be easier for you to find them. And stick with the Ma’am. I like that!”

“Yes Ma’am! Thank You Ma’am,” said Tom with a grin.

Susie laughed and walked off.

Tom gave a gigantic sigh of relief. That went well, he wondered, Much better than I could have hoped. Susie seems to be going along with it as well.

Tom watched as his wife sauntered out of the kitchen and then he got on with making dinner. Much later, while he was ironing his wife’s clothes, he realised that neither Susie or the girls had made their usual offer of help. They had just got up from the table and went off to watch TV, leaving him to it. And Susie had asked him to bring her another gin and tonic before he started to clear away the plates as well. Altogether, he was well pleased with the way things were turning out

The next morning, Tom was woken by someone nibbling at his ear. “Good Morning Thomas! Are you feeling servanty today?”

“Yes Ma’am. Certainly Ma’am. Whatever you wish Ma’am!”

“Well get you head under this duvet. I need a good servanting. Nothing like a good servanting to start a Mistress’s day. Now that I’ve got a servant, I shall look forward to some regular servanting. You can start by kissing my feet. Go on! Get down there and get on with it! “

This was a new Susie. She had never expressed any interest in allowing Tom to kiss her feet, never mind eating her pussy. He had tried often enough in the past but she had all the time preferred straight sex in a whole range of positions. Not that she was inhibited. They had done it all over the house and garden before the girls were old enough to take notice and in woods, fields and parks all over Europe as well.

Susie had pretty feet, small and delicate with perfect pale pink toe nails. Tom set to and worshipped them, not just kissing, worshipping. He was in heaven. All too soon came the command “That’s enough of that, You can move up to my knees, just kiss the back! There! oh yes! just there!”

Soon after this Tom found that all that work in the gym had given Susie thighs of steel. He could feel her muscles rippling under her soft smooth skin as her legs locked around his head and squeezed as she bucked and writhed, her heels digging into his back. He couldn’t breath and he wondered his head was gonna explode. Just as he felt himself passing out she relaxed and just lay there breathing heavily

After a few minutes she gave him a shove. “Come on lazybones! Its breakfast time. Oh my! I’m not the only one that enjoyed that. Just look at the state of your cock. I bet it would explode all over my hand if I just touched it.

Never mind there isn’t time to do anything about that now, you’ll just have to wait. Perhaps tonight. You haven’t even got time to have any breakfast before you go for your run. You don’t want to be late for your run now do you? If you like you can bring mine up here before you go. Breakfast in bed eh! Isn’t having a servant wonderful?”

Tom dragged himself upright and staggered towards the bedroom door. “And put some clothes on. The girls aren’t ready to see that yet. Now hurry up. I need coffee!”. Susie grinned at him and waved him out of the room, struggling into his robe as he went.

When Tom got back home just over an hour later, Susie was up and dressed in the fateful jeans and t-shirt and waiting for him at the door. “Since most of the housework has been done by my servant,” She nudged him, laughing, “There’s nothing for me to do here so I’m off to the gym, then I’ve got myself a spa session after lunch and I’m having lunch with Diana there. I’ve left you a little note with a few ideas to fill your time in until I get back. Don t forget to take the girls to their swimming. And you needn’t worry about dinner for us this evening. You and I are going out dining and dancing so get your glad rags out!”

By the following summer, Tom was firmly established at the bottom of the heap in the Jackson household. It was the Jackson household now, not the Hemmings. Susie had reverted to her maiden name, she had all the time used it at work anyway, and he called her Ms Jackson most of the time now. He was known as Thomas to Susie and the girls. Susie still put up the pretence of suggesting things that he might like to do and she was unfailingly nice to him. All her little suggestions came with a smile but the girls just gave orders.

Amy was quite disdainful about it, if she wanted anything done she just told him to do it. Otherwise she took no notice of him at all. Like most 18 year-olds, she was hardly ever around anyway. It had been her idea about waiting on them at meal times though. After a couple of months she had asked her mother “If he’s supposed to be a the servant, why is he eating with us? Shouldn’t he be waiting on us, you know, serving us our food and filling our glasses and stuff. I’ve seen proper servants on TV, you know, like Downton Abbey.”

Susie had agreed with her, so after that Tom had spent mealtimes standing in the corner watching his wife and daughters eat. It was also Amy’s idea that he should clear up after them in the dining room before having his own meal in the kitchen. Of course by then it was usually cold and sometimes there wasn’t a lot left.

After Amy left home to go to University in Reading, Jo got herself a bell to summon him to her room. Susie wondered that it was a hoot when he dashed off to get his orders. Jo also used her bell to summon him to bring drinks and snacks out to the pool. Susie didn’t know she did that when if she was out there with her friends as well though. Both Tom and Jo know she would not be pleased if she heard her daughter imperiously demanding that Thomas waited on a gang of teenagers, especially when he meekly obeyed and the girls all burst into fits of giggles.

Jo had only been following her mother’s example though. Susie was no longer even pretending to offer to help around the house. She left everything for Tom to do. At first it was just in the evening when she was tired after a long day at work but gradually she got into the habit of summoning him from whatever job he was busy with to do little things like get her a drink or pass her a magazine from a nearby table, even if he had to come from the other side of the house and the magazine was beside her chair. She had also stopped putting things away. Clothes were just left where she took them off. Towels, tissues, magazines, books, bits of paper were all just abandoned where she finished with them and Jo eagerly copied the habit.

Ordinary married life was continuing though. Over the last few months the Saturday night dinner and dancing had become a regular thing. After resting all day Susie was no longer tired in the evening and she was willing to get out and socialise. They met up with friends and neighbours at the local pub and were invited to peoples houses. Tom and Susie had also made friends with some couples they met at the dance club.

On a few occasions Tom had been unable to go, usually because he was doing a race the next morning and had to set off early to get there. At first, they went out for dinner together as usual and then Susie went off to meet her friends at the club while Tom went home to get a good nights sleep.

One weekend Tom asked Susie if she would mind if he did not go out to dinner at all as he only wanted a simple meal before gonna bed early. He needed an early begin next morning. Susie offered no objection but then she turned and grinned at him. “If I get Diana and Alan to give me a lift, do you think Thomas would like to serve drinks and nibbles when they arrive?” Of course Thomas would love to oblige.

Susie played the hostess and asked her guests what they wanted while Thomas poured drinks and handed out glasses before offering round a plate of nuts and crisps. Susie left him with one of her helpful little lists “to stop him from getting bored”. She wanted all her shoes cleaned and the kitchen floor scrubbed.

It was just after Easter when Tom had his next marathon race. He would have to set off at 6 am to get to the begin for 9 o’clock so again he wanted an early night. As usual Susie was happy to go dancing without him but this time she suggested that Thomas might like it if she invited some of their friends from the club for a meal before they went out instead of gonna a restaurant. Thomas would cook dinner and wait at table. Susie offered to help out but Tom insisted that she did her Lady of the Manor act and get her hair and nails done as she normally did. They agreed to give an excuse about Tom having had a special high carbohydrate meal earlier in the day to be ready for his big race and anyway there was only room for eight round the dining table. Of course, Thomas was gonna have to wait until the visitors had gone before seeing what he could discover to eat in the wreckage. Susie gave him quite brusque orders while he was serving dinner and addressed him as Thomas. Tom took the hint and responded with a respectful “Yes Miss Jackson” to everyone’s amusement.

The next day Susie sat down with Tom and asked about the previous evening. She wanted to make sure that he was happy to go along with the Thomas and Ms Jackson thing in public. Tom admitted that he found it exiting to do all the work and be treated as a servant in front of people, actually, he would rather do that than go out to a restaurant.

“I’m not having that” Susie told him. “You are my husband and you are going to take me out wining, dining and dancing. And you are going to enjoy it!” she said, smiling. “But here’s the deal. You only have one of your early Sunday morning runs every month or so, and I am happy for you to continue with that. I know you enjoy them and you get to spend the day with your friends. I think you really did have fun last night but its silly to do all that work before a race so we aren’t gonna do that any more.

This is what I suggest we do instead. At least twice a month you will get your suit on and take me out dancing or we might just go down to the pub. You’ve got to do this properly, be sociable and enjoy yourself. If you do then other times we will have people round, you can spend the day cooking and cleaning while I do my Lady Muck act. I may just lounge around the house and get you to run after me or I may go out to get my hair done or go shopping and leave you to it. You can wait on me and my guests and when they’ve all gone, I’ll go off to bed and leave you to clean up. I might make you be the Taxi driver and get you to take everyone home, but you wont be gonna bed until all your jobs have been finished.

If you are really good then sometimes I will go out on my own. I will leave you with a long list of pointless drudgery to do while I’m out. I may even ask Jo to supervise your work. She can make you do it again if she’s not completely satisfied.

Tom agreed without hesitation. He really did like going out dancing and he enjoyed eating in nice restaurants so that was no hardship, although he did prefer the pub. He just liked pretending to be a slave even more

Towards the end of summer there was a long spell of fine weather. Susie proposed that they have a party at home rather than go out. She invited all of her friends. They were not really Tom’s friends now. The Thomas the Servant thing had made things a bit awkward at times. Tom spent the whole week cleaning, tidying and cooking. As well as the house, the garden had to be weeded, the grass cut and all the leaves swept up. Even the pool was cleaned out and the poolside chairs scrubbed. As usual Susie offered to help because there was a lot of work but Tom insisted that she did her Lady Muck act which she did with enthusiasm. She lay out beside the pool and ordered drinks, apps of sun cream and fresh magazines while Tom rushed around getting things ready.

Eventually the guests started to arrive. Tom put on his waiter uniform of black trousers, white shirt and black tie as he normally did. When he saw Susie coming down the stairs to greet he guests he was dumbfounded. She looked amazing. Her outfit was deceptively simple, a plain silk blouse and a pleated skirt just above knee length with strappy sandals that showed off her toned legs. Her red hair was just hanging loose.