Apr 212020
 

Sissy Maid Fantasy. I had always fantasied of being controlled by a woman. Then one day by some strange twist of fate my once far distant fantasy became reality.

Oh to be a sissy maid. I have lost days if not weeks day dreaming about this very fantasy. My life had become a little mundane, if that’s the right word for it. I would get up, I would go to work yada yada yada. My wife would have a similar routine. Only she would get up, make breakfast and leave for work an hour before I did. I had recently semi retired and therefore found I had more time on my hands. This meant I could indulge my fantasy a little more.

Cross dressing has been an interest of mine for many many years. Until now I had managed to keep it secret from my wife. I’ve tried to stop, God knows I’ve tried, but I found I needed it in my life to keep me sane. Like the earth needs the sun. I so wanted to share my secret and after much deliberation sought out a Mistress with whom to share it with. After much searching and researching I discovered Mistress Jane, and for me sharing my secret which I had kept so close to my chest for so many years was a game changer. Mistress would instruct me on what to wear and when and give me chores to do. Once a month I would visit her for some much needed punishment and further training. My sissy maid fantasy was now partially reality. 

Since I was now semi retired my wife expected me to put a lot more effort in to my share of the house work. I had become quite a good cook and always had dinner prepared for her when she returned from work. On occasions my wife and I would have discussions as she thought that I ought to do a lot more work around the house that I already did, but these discussions often turned into arguments. If only she would take me over her knee and spank me instead, I’d probably take more notice.

Over the years I had accumulated quite a few pieces of ladies lingerie. The silky type. Girdles, panties, stockings and bra. As well as a pair of heels, blouse an apron and one pencil skirt. I used to steal a moment to myself here and there on the very rare occasion my wife was out. But now found I had whole days to myself, to dress, to play and to imagine what life as a sissy maid would be like. What a dream it would be if my wife would keep me dressed this way and have me take care of all the household chores whilst she went out to work. For her to come home and spank me over her knee for not completing her job list. But I dare not share my thoughts with her as she wouldn’t understand. When the hands of the clock steered towards 6pm I would make sure that all of my lingerie was hidden safely before my wife returned from work. I would have the tea on the go and be hoovering or carrying out some chore as she walked through the door oblivious to the fact that 15 minutes earlier I was prancing around the house dresses ‘en femme.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I had chosen to do some gardening. Under my male clothes I wore a white girdle, stockings, panties and a bra which I found quite uncomfortable as it dug into my chest as I leaned forward to tidy the boarders. As my mind began to wonder deep in to my little sissy maid fantasy I would imagine my wife lay back on the lounger sunning herself with me suitably dressed as her maid at her beck and call. Every so often threatening to spank me if I didn’t do a good enough job. If only!. 

Suddenly my mind snapped out of my day dream as I heard a car. Was it 6pm already? I panicked and stood up. It was my wife! she was home early!. By now she was getting out from her car. I gulped in horror as I realized all my lingerie was still laid out in the living room. I was frozen to the spot, ‘what should I do?.  I ran over to her but the look on my face gave me away and it made her question… “Is there something the matter dear? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”. I shook my head and pushed my way in front of her. I wanted to shut the lounge door before she noticed my lingerie but it was too late. She stood in the living room doorway staring at me as I frantically fumbled and tried to bungle all my lingerie back in to the case from where it came. 

“Can you explain this to me?” she demanded. She walked over toward the case and pulled it open bending and down she reached for a hand full of my lingerie. I stood back. I didn’t know what to say or where to look, I had never anticipated such an encounter and it left me speechless. “Well, have you an explanation or do you collect underwear from girlfriends or even clotheslines?” she barked. “No Darling….” I answered but she cut me short. “Don’t You Darling me!!” she snapped. “I just like the feel of ladies lingerie against my skin” I chirped, adding “They feel so much nicer than men’s clothes”. I though it best to stop right there.

Suddenly she turned away as if about to leave the room but stopped. “Are you wearing any lingerie now?” she asked. “Yes” I replied. “Remove your outer clothes and let me see” she asked. I did as I was told. There I stood in my girdle and stockings, panties and an ill fitting bra. “Very pretty” she mocked. I could see the cogs working as she stared at me. “Perhaps I could use this to my advantage…..hmmmm” she thought to herself. 

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Caught red handed!

My wife instructed me to open the case in order to she see ALL of its contents. She picked out a short skirt and some heels and told me to ‘Put them on!’. Unsure of what was going to happen I was a little apprehensive but I did as I was told. “What do you call yourself whilst dressed like a girl” she asked. “I’m not a girl” I replied abruptly, adding “I simply like to wear lingerie and ladies clothes and be called Davina”. At best she looked confused whilst raising an eyebrow. She then turned and then pulled over the desk chair. “Lean over my lap!” she spat. Not wasting any time I went straight over her lap with my little cockette wedged tightly between her stocking thighs. My skirt was lifted over my bottom and she began to spank me, hard!. For me, this was my sissy maid fantasy come true.

When she was finished she told me to stand up. “I’m in a quandary on what to do!” she said. “Well I mean, should i divorce you? Use you as a full time sissy maid? or, tell my friends all about you to see what they would do in this situation?”….she grinned. “Or I could keep you as a house maid and get myself a boyfriend?”….“After all, you little offering isn’t enough to please a real woman like me!” she added. I had to admit, she was right. I wasn’t enough to satisfy her, my little cockette belonged in panties.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Stay right there” she barked as she went to answer it. My heart was pounding hard, I wasn’t sure whether it was through excitement or fear or a mixture of the two. I heard the door close and she re entered the room holding a package addressed to me. “Catch” she said as she threw the package at me. Inside was a wig I had recently ordered. I was digging a deeper hole right before her eyes.

“Put the wig on Davina”  she said sarcastically. It was a short bob style blonde wig, rather girly which I liked. My wife sat back on the desk chair and instructed me to lift up my girdle and pull down my panties. She then instructed me back over her knee. Her spanks rained down on to my bare buttocks so hard that I didn’t think I’d be able to sit down for a week. Occasionally she paused to give her hand a break but then she would carry on and on and on until she finally came to a halt. I was told to stand and pull up my panties and pull down my girdle to look half decent. The heat of my glowing bottom was retained by the thick material from my girdle, and it felt strangely satisfying and liberating. 

From that day on things changed. My sissy maid fantasy had become a stark reality. Every morning I would dress appropriately according to my wife’s wishes for that particular day. Sometimes I was in full dress, panties, girdle, stockings, heels and maids dress. On other days I would wear my lingerie and just a pinny with no dress. If I was working outside I would wear my lingerie under my outer clothes which I also did if I went to the shops. When I arrived home I would immediately change in to my role as House maid and sissy. New sleeping arrangements were made and I was banished to the spare room. A daily list of chores was set out that would keep me busy from dawn to dusk. Part of that was to tend to my wife as her ‘lady’ in waiting. When she showered I would be there waiting with a towel to pat her dry. Earlier I will have laid out her clothes in her room ready to dress her. 

Our role’s had completely reversed, not that my wife used to wait on me hand and foot or wait for me after a shower and pat me dry, but in a different way. I had become a full time maid to my wife. In the morning I wold get up an hour before she did in order to prepare breakfast and serve her tea. She would often comment “I could get used to this” or “You look pretty this morning”. Sometimes she would slap my bottom as I walked past her and giggle at my expense. However, this didn’t make me feel ‘put down’ as I was enjoying my new role. If anything it excited me which my wife could tell. 

Another aspect of my home life was my wife’s new found sexual control of me. For instance, when dressing her she knew that rolling on her stockings made me hard. To counteract this she would threaten to lock my little cockette away in a chastity device never to be seen or touched again!. More often than not I would receive an over the knee spanking where my cockette would be clamped hard between her thighs. This again excited me as it brushed against her stockings and made me dribble which in turn annoyed her. Once my spanking was over she would order me to “Lick my slimy mess from her stockings!”. This in turn caused a constant cycle of excitement which gave her more excuses to spank or slipper my bottom. Sometimes when brushing her hair she would instruct me to bend forward and whack my bottom several times with her brush. “That should keep you in-check dear” she would say.

One particular day my wife had requested that I make ready her black tight pencil skirt, satin pussy bow blouse and her best lingerie. As I started to dress her I dared to ask why she was wearing her best clothes for work, was she meeting a special client or something?. I was taken aback by her reply and it was at that very moment that I realized my new role was here to stay. “Do you think I look sexy in my outfit?” she asked.“Of course I do”, I replied.“Do you think my Boss will find me sexy when I bend over his desk dressed like this?” she retorted.I swallowed hard and hesitated for a moment as I offered my reply “Yes, he will find you very attractive as I do”. She smiled with a confidence I had not witnessed from her before.”Do you think he’ll want to fuck me?” she said.This was very out of character for my wife so I had to think hard and answer carefully or suffer her wrath. “How could he resist” I replied. “Good answer” she said as she turned and walked out of the door shouting “Dinner at 6pm sharp dear!“.

That day her words rang over and over in my head “Do you think he’ll want to fuck me”……’I’d better try harder to please her’ I though to myself as I hurried along with my chores.Three weeks had passed since taking on my new role. My wife appeared much happier and I so was I. My new role was fulfilling and I enjoyed giving over control to the woman I loved. Recently though, she had gotten much more strict and had started using the cane on my bare bottom. If something wasn’t done to her exacting standard then out came the cane. “Six of the best for you this evening!” she would say.

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Come and put on your dress.

My bottom began to bear the marks of my tardiness which would be a lasting reminder for me to try harder in order to please my wife. Some days, mainly Saturdays and Sundays when on her days off she would find any excuse to spank me. I would feel my bottom hot and glowing under my tight girdle as it gripped me. A feeling I loved and found very fulfilling if not a little uncomfortable at times. Relief was something that I earned. Although I wasn’t locked in chastity I no longer had free will to play with myself. That was a pleasure that only my wife would grant and not as often as I would like. Sometimes she would call me from work and tell me that her boss had been looking at her bottom when she was bending over his desk. she would tel me to relay to her what I thought her boss could see. Then she would ask if I had gotten hard. She would know the answer to this already and occasionally she would tell me to relieve myself whilst still on the phone to her. Upon ending the call she would say “I bet you’ve made a sticky mess in your panties. Six of the when I get through that front door tonight!”. This was my life now and I had gotten my wish. My Sissy Maid Fantasy was no longer dream, it was real. Its what I had longed for. Was I happy with my lot? Of course I was.

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THE END.

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