Honey, I'm home

I came home from work last night; Emily was in the spare bedroom, at her desk, doing some work. I tried to come in and kiss her hello, but without even looking at me, she held up her hand and said she was busy.

I apologized for bothering her and went to our room to change and found a Maid's uniform set out on the bed.

I sighed. I bit my lip. I really (really) wanted just to get changed, have a glass of wine, and relax.

But that's not what she wanted.

So I changed out of my work clothes and into the uniform and spent the rest of the evening cleaning house.

I did laundry. I cooked dinner. I vacuumed. I dusted. I folded laundry. I changed the sheets. 

Not once did Emily acknowledge me, not even when I was in the spare room vacuuming or changing sheets.

Not until we were in bed and she rolled over and reached across me and took my balls into her hand (my balls being the only thing, free, the rest of me locked in a cage) did she say anything.

"You're such a good little house sissy," she kissed my ear and drifted off to sleep, gently massaging me.

Such a good little house sissy.

Sissy Maid

All wives should be issued one.

Practice Makes Perfect

Mistress Elaine training her sissy girl.

Source | Transvestite Training

Proper punishment of the sissy maid

Source | Colleen's Sissy Stuff

Bad Girl

When sissy maids misbehave, they get spanked.

The chastity cage is standard.

The look

Regarding her husband, dressed in a frilly black satin French Maid's uniform, safely locked in a chastity cage, silently serving on her and her date, she has but one regret...she should have done this years ago.

What would I do if I came home early and found Emily in a, um, compromising position?

Close the door as quietly as I could, go to the spare bedroom and put on my best maid's uniform, and cook a snack as it looks like they will need it.

Oh, and be thankful that I'm in chastity, like a good sissy girl should be, because if I wasn't, I'd be touching myself very, very inappropriately!

No Regrets

Pamela never regretted the day she threw caution to the wind and bought not one, but two, a pair of sissy slaves to be her handmaidens. They served her practical, day to day needs as well as any female slave, but it was in more intimate areas that the sissies really shined.

Why wouldn't they? Born with the sex drive of males, they would pamper her, massage her, and spend hour after hour licking her to orgasm, never once making her worry if they were 'in the mood' something one had to constantly worry about with female slaves.

Of course they were kept in constant chastity, something that served to heighten their sex drive, thus their desire to serve every whim, for the small, slim, almost hopeless chance to be released.

Serving Wench

Panty Inspection

There better not be any bulge showing!

Helpless

Sardax Maid

Well...

...I love maids and I love bondage, so I might as well post a second Agent Provocateur video:

Promotion

Cleaning :(

She said I have to go home and do a bunch of chores after work. Laundry. Dishes. Change the sheets. Dust.

Should I dress up? Part of thinks, no, I will barely have time to get my chores done before she gets home. But, I know she'll like to come home to a pretty maid, especially if I'm about done, bring her a drink, and massage her feet and legs.

She loves a foot and leg massage, especially from her pretty maid.

She did wear a dress and nylons today...which I love playing with.

Sigh. I guess I have to leave work a little early so I can get home and change.

Working Girl

Submission Fantasies

A mistress, a maid, and a punished husband. I'd trade his socks for stockings, then this would be perfect.

Impressions and Influences

What made me what I am? Well, we discussed at first what made me a sissy. Or at least a crossdresser (I'm probably both.)

But what mad me a sissy? What made me want to submit? What made me dream of bondage? Of helpless heroines? Of being dressed up AND tied up?

As I told you earlier, I've been drawn to dressing as long as I can possibly remember. Well, one day, when I was perhaps 11 or 12, I found my father's stash of porn. He had some "normal" stuff such as Playboy. But he also had a stash of bondage magazines and books.

For a young child like, already drawn to dressing, finding that had a deep, deep impression. You see, the day I found the stash of bondage porn, I was wearing lingerie. My mother's lingerie.

And, I saw all these pictures of bound women, pictures and drawings much like those below, and thought, oh fuck, I WANTED TO BE THE WOMAN.

My friends seeing the pictures got all hot and bothered staring at the women, their young hormones raging, thinking forbidden thoughts of what they wanted to do to the women.

Me? I thought how much I wanted to be them. Beautiful lingerie. Bound. Helpless. Submitting. Serving a mistress...or even a master.

My friends wanted to be the man.

I wanted to be the woman.

Seeing the works of John Willie (AMAZING) all I could think about was submitting.

So, I began a journey of not only dressing up, but of tying up.

Lingerie and bondage.

Dressing and tying. Of dreaming and fantasizing about bondage.

Then...a few yeas later, I discovered female domination...but that's for another post.

How Much Would I Fetch?

I'm a good girl, so I hope a high price!

The Joys of Feminization