This video clip is a few months old. It was filmed by my mum on her own camera in a slightly lower resolution than I usually use for my clips. She wasn't happy that day, I'd been lying around the house doing nothing on my day off work while she was busy running around doing the housework. She started whinging about "I don't know why you have that maid uniform, you never do anything around here" - my hobby of dressing up as Charlotte is not secret these days and mum has been known to sometimes ask my advice where I shop for certain things as we are not actually too far apart in dress sizes. ...

This video clip is a few months old. It was filmed by my mum on her own camera in a slightly lower resolution than I usually use for my clips. She wasn't happy that day, I'd been lying around the house doing nothing on my day off work while she was busy running around doing the housework. She started whinging about "I don't know why you have that maid uniform, you never do anything around here" - my hobby of dressing up as Charlotte is not secret these days and mum has been known to sometimes ask my advice where I shop for certain things as we are not actually too far apart in dress sizes. Today though she snapped and told me to get upstairs and get changed into my best maid's uniform. "I know what you have in that stash of yours," she warned me. "Dress properly," she ordered, handing me a butt plug to put in my ass. I did as ordered, and came back down all plugged up dressed in my best French Maid uniform complete with full latex head mask and wig. "Take that silly thing off!" she ordered, referring to my mask. "Today, you are going to show your face in public!" She handed me a carrier bag labelled 'Boots the Chemist' which contained an assortment of make-up items. "You'd better start by shaving off your moustache. When you're done with that, you'll need the foundation. You can either apply it with your fingers or use a pad. You need to cover all over your face, especially your beard shadow. With skin like yours, you will need to do a few coats to smooth out your features. We won't bother with your eyes today, but you will definitely need to put some bright red lipstick on, and also some matching nail varnish. Don't worry about taking it all off afterwards, there are plenty of removal products in that little bag I have given you." I did as she asked and when I presented myself to her with my face all done up, mum was quite impressed and plonked a long black wig on my head, combing it neatly. I had heard her at work in the master bedroom, moving things about. On the bed was a collection of my own bondage equipment mum had 'borrowed' from my secret stash, including some straps and padlocks to hold my heels in place which I was ordered to put on. In the corner of the room was the ironing board. Next to the board was an assorted pile of female clothes, all of them again 'borrowed' from my collection. "You really should look after your clothes more, rather than just bundling them away in a suitcase," mum chided me. "I want you to show me how good your housework skills actually are." She placed a large leather collar around my neck, a collar that never fits me when I am masked and padlocked it shut. She then attached a large heavy chain to the collar and fed it to the leg of the ironing board where she locked it in place. I was now attached to the ironing board, with nowhere to go, but mum wasn't finished yet, she locked a pair of restraints on my wrists as well, just to make the task harder. The video camera was already set up, so she pressed the record button and told me to get busy and that she would be back to check on my progress later. So here we are, this is how I came to be dressed as a sissy maid all plugged up and without my mask on and chained to the ironing board trying to prove to mum that I can actually do housework when the mood takes me or the situation requires it.