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venerdì 20 luglio 2007

IL "CORREDO" DI LAURA


IL “CORREDO” DI LAURA
per il testo e le fotografie
© Monika Rubbermaid, 2007


L'altro giorno mi sono vestita MOLTO bene, gioielli eccetera, e sono andata con la mia sguattera in un negozio di grembiuli. Volevo far confezionare due nuovi "completi" da serva per Laura. Siccome è estate e vorrei che Laura sudasse parecchio dentro le sue uniformi (mi piace così, e poi in questo modo si ricorda per tutta la giornata di
essere una sguattera), mi rivolgo alla commessa e le dico che
vorrei due divise da donna di fatica, come quelle delle bidelle o
delle operaie degli anni cinquanta/sessanta, azzurro-grigio, a
mezze maniche, ma, dico, le voglio fatte con la stoffa più pesante
che avete. La commessa, una donna sui cinquant’anni, guarda me e poi guarda Laura, nella sua uniforme a righine, con sopra il grembiule di tela blu,
come sempre quando usciamo. Poi mi dice: - Signora, io le
consiglierei un tessuto più leggero. Sa, facendo i mestieri ci si
muove molto, e poi la signora suda (accompagna queste parole con un movimento delle mani intorno al busto) e...
- No no, voglio proprio un tessuto molto pesante, mi piace così.
Allora la commessa va in sartoria e se ne torna con un pezzo di
stoffa effettivamente spesso, di un blu slavato e molto grezza. Dice
che è la stoffa con cui confezionavano le tute da operaio. Allora le
dico che il tessuto va benissimo, spiego come voglio le due
divise, con due tasche, le mezze maniche, eccetera. Lei prende
nota e poi sbircia Laura, che se ne sta zitta.
- Poi, - dico - voglio anche due grembiuli.
La commessa: - Ma cosa le fa fare a questa poverina? Che lavori deve svolgere?
E io: - Mah, sa, la signora è la mia donna di fatica, deve lavare per terra, lavare i
vetri, fare il bucato... Desidero proprio che si metta sopra anche un
bel grembiule della stessa stoffa.
- È lei che decide... Va bene, come lo vuole? Scarto i modelli
classici, da cameriera, e scelgo il modello "da salumiere”, con i
lacci lunghi che si allacciano sulla pancia.
La commessa segna tutto, e intanto scuote la testa.
- Signora, io faccio quello che dice lei, ma poi non venga a dirmi
che non l'avevo avvertita. Sa, è il mio mestiere... Le clienti mi chiedono spesso dei consigli...
- Facciamo così, - dico io - se vedo che avrà troppo caldo e suderà
troppo con questi grembiuli, ne faremo anche uno più leggero.
- Bene. Desidera altro?
- Un grembiule di plastica per lavare i piatti.
- Certo! Questa è una buona idea.
Torna subito dopo con un grembiule da lavapiatti molto lungo, in
pvc bianco, 15 euro.
- Ecco, questo è molto pratico. Vedrà che così la signora (indica
col mento Laura) non si sporcherà la divisa.

(1-continua)

venerdì 13 luglio 2007

TRANSFORMATION D'UNE BOURGEOISE - 5


"Of course I accept Monique" I eagerly said and at the same time I was
thinking what she means with this 'to start with'.

"In that case" she continued "you have to give me access to your wardrobe,
I always felt envious for your elegant clothes and I don't have but my
working clothes with me. And since I'll be a guest in this house for the
rest of the week, no more housework for me. Do you agree Marie Benedicte?"

I blushed again, this woman had a way of intimidating me that I hadn't
notice before, a whole new persona of Monique was in front of me. "Of
course Monique, there are plenty of clothes in my cupboards, more than
I can use myself, you can choose anything you want and I think we are
about the same size. Please let's go upstairs and sort things out"

We reached the master bedroom and to my total surprise she started undoing
her apron and overall dress. She saw my look and said casually : "I think
I'll have a bath first before I dress in my bourgeois lady clothes. Would
you be a pet and run a bath for me, and please add some of the nice bath
oils you are using, I want to smell like a bourgeois lady from now on."

4
I followed her instructions like a robot. I was about to finish filling
the tub when I heard her voice form the bedroom : "Marie Benedicte, could
you come here for a moment?" I went back to the bedroom, she was wearing
one of my bathrobes. She looked mischievously at me : "I decided to test
your good intentions, I thought that when I'll be having my bath you can
go down and finish the housework that I left undone. Would you like to do
that for me?" I was about to refuse it, proposing something of the type
' I can wait for you to finish your bath and we can do it together like
partners', but she didn't give me the chance. Instead she continued :
"I won't take no for an answer, be a good sport and play our little game."

I blushed again and said meekly : "Ok Monique, I'll do it, tell me what
you want me to do". I thought I saw a triumphant glimpse in her eyes but
she kept her cool and said in a 'giving instructions or orders tone':
" Just finish the dusting and vacuuming in the living, dining area and
then do the kitchen properly, do the dishes, clean the tops and mop the
floor thoroughly. Ok pet?" now she started calling me pet. I started to
go out of the room but she stopped me again : "Did you forget something
Marie Benedicte?" I turned around looking puzzled and with a big grin
she indicated at the pile of clothes on top of the bed. "You forgot
your working clothes dear!" And she was pointing to her overall dress,
apron and head scarf.

This time I did turn red from embarassment. "But Monique I don't have to
be dressed like you to do the housework, I can do it in my T-shirt and
jeans." This time she got red but from pure anger and said to me abruptly
: "Listen to me Marie Benedicte, either you do it my own way or I get
dress and go this instant and you will not see me again!" She stopped
to catch her breath, boy she was angry now, and continued : "I have been
doing that all my life and I am over 40 now, cleaning houses and offices
and public toilets and being an hotel maid and anything menial you can
think off. I am fed up of being a Portuguese maid, probably you can get
the feeling what it is like not to be an arrogant bourgeoise and be in
the other side of the fence."

She stopped again and looked at me. I looked back at this angry but
sincere face and suddenly I felt a strong compassion for that woman. I
felt her strength of character through her rage, I felt her willingness
to try the forbidden, for her, fruit of the bourgeois world. Probably
she is right, probably I should see how the other side lives and
works. I decided to play her game, I wanted this woman to stay with me,
I needed her. I simply nodded to her that I agree and I took the pile
of clothes and started going out. She stopped me again : "Oh no Pet,
you don't leave this room unless properly dressed as the cleaning woman
you are going to become, so strart removing your clothes and hurry up,
we don't have all day."

By now I was defeated, I couldn't cope anymore with the strengh
of character of this woman. Within seconds I was standing naked in
front of her and within a few more minutes I was dressed under her
insrtuctions. Black cotton panties and vest, black thick pantyhose,
and the overall dress which buttoned in front. Those were her clothes,
the clothes she was wearing just before. I could smell her b.o. in them,
nothing repulsive, just a combination of cheap eau de cologne and her
mild sweating.
(5-a suivre)

lunedì 9 luglio 2007

Guanti di gomma gialli


TRANSFORMATION D'UNE BOURGEOISE - 4


"Bonjour Madame, you look terrible this morning, is everything
allright?" "Non Monique pas du tous, everything is not allright" I said
and tears started coming up again. "Pauvre Madame, please tell everything
to Monique"

And I started and I said to her in detail what happened, sobbing softly
at the same time.

3

As I was talking she took me by hand and we went to the living room,
we sat together in the couch and she started holding my hand as I
continued my monologue. When I stopped I started crying again, God what
was happening to me, was that strong sleeping tablet that made me so
emotional? She put her hand around my shoulder and pulled me towards
her. Soon my head was resting on her shoulder and I closed my red eyes
for a moment of rest.

Suddenly I felt her warm lips kissing my cheeks and forehead and then
she kissed me in the mouth in an unexpectedly passionate manner. I was
completely taken by surprise but I felt at the same time an increased
sexual excitement. She then wiped my wet eyes with the edge of her apron,
something that excited me even more. She started talking to me in a quite
but firm manner, definitely forgetting her position in the house. She
spoke to me as a friend rather than a domestic : "With the little I know
you are completely secure financialy, you owe this wonderfull property
and you have a steady income from your grandfather's trust. You are 37
years old, you don't have to work for a living and you can organise your
life anyway you want." She stopped and looked at me rather sternly I
must say, as if she was accusing me for having all those benefits in life.

I looked back and all of a sudden I realised that I needed that woman. I
said without hesitation : "Look Monique. Would you like to stay the
week with me to help me get over this terrible crisis I face, even if
you thing that is not that serious?"

She answered back immediately as if she knew the answer even before I
asked. She said : "I'll stay on one condition, we have to establish a
different relationship, not the one of employer and employee to start
with. I am Monique for you, but you are Marie Benedicte for me." I blushed
a bit when she mentioned my double name. Coming from an upper class
family I had several names in fact my full name was Jeanne Marie Benedicte
Batiste D' Armagnac. But for my friends I was simply Marie Benedicte.
(4 - a suivre)

mercoledì 4 luglio 2007

Malizia

le calze, il grembiule, lo sguardo