Sissy Maid fantasy became a reality

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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Spanking from Miss

‘Miss, may I come in Miss?’……the boy approached her desk. ‘Please Miss, Matron has sent me’. ‘What on earth for?’ she replied. ‘I’ve been a naughty boy Miss. Matron caught me masturbating Miss’. ‘So why are you here if Matron has already punished you?’ she asked. ‘Matron said that I was to come and tell you so that you could punish me some more Miss’. ‘Oh I see’ she replied. ‘Did Matron spank your naughty bottom?’ she asked the boy. ‘Yes, She took me over her lap and spanked me on the bare bottom Miss. Her lap was warm and it caused me to get more excited. So she said I aught to come and get a spanking from Miss’.

Miss stood up from the creaking slatted back wooden chair she had been sat on. She then dragged it away from her desk. The boy watch intently as she moved. Eyeing up her legs and imagined she was wearing stockings. She had a plump but well shaped bottom that was wrapped tightly in her pencil skirt. He found it mesmerizing to watch. Miss pulled up the chair then sat on it. ‘Did Matron give you anything to cover your erection?’ she asked. The boy dug deep in his trouser pocket and passed her a hand full of stockings.

Miss told him to remove his trousers and to pull his underwear down to his knees. She then pulled one of the stockings over his erection. Then used another stocking to tie around his genitals to secure the first stocking in place. He was told this was to stop any sticky mess or leakage from his perpetual erection.

She patted her lap. ‘Come over here for a spanking from Miss’. He was very excited and as he bent over her lap his big hard erection began to throb. She could feel it as it pressed against her lap. ‘I think you should receive some extra spanks for getting so excited’ she told him as he positioned himself. ‘I am very excited Miss’ said the boy. Of course Miss could feel his throbbing erection pressing hard against her lap, so he didn’t really need to give her a commentary on how excited he felt as she could feel everything.

Miss began to spank his bottom over his pants. After a time she pulled them over his buttocks and began to spank him harder. ‘Its for your own good’ she told the boy. ‘The bigger the boy the harder my spanks’ she told him. As his cheeks began to warm he began to fidget. ‘Be still’ she told him and carried on spanking his sore red bottom.

Eventually the spanking stopped and he was told to stand up. She stood up too and placed the chair back by her desk. She then turned and noticed the boy looking at her bottom. ‘I saw you looking’ she told the him. ‘Go to my desk and open the top right draw’. The boy did as instructed. Inside the draw was a lone belt apart from that the draw was empty. ‘Bring the belt to me’ she told him. The boy reached inside and grasped the belt. He slowly closed the draw before turning and walking towards her.

‘Please Miss, here is the belt you asked for’. Miss held out her hand in order to take the belt from him. As he passed her the belt he said ‘Matron spanked me earlier but she told me that I had better come to see you for more punishment because I’ve been a naughty boy’. ‘Matron did the right thing’ she answered. ‘After a spanking from Miss you will receive more punishment until I am satisfied you have learned your lesson’.

He was told to ‘Hold out his hand for a hand warming’. Thwack, ‘Other hand’ she said and he swapped hands. Thwack ‘Other hand’ she said. Again thwack. ‘Swap’ Thwack. Until he had received 12 belts, six to each hand. He rubbed his hands together to relive the pain. ‘I can see you are still very excited’ said Miss. ‘Ooh yes Miss, I’ve been looking at your lovely bottom and imagining how many suspender straps are holding up your stockings’.

Upon hearing this she asked him to follow her upstairs immediately. He knew that Miss kept her canes upstairs and also knew that he was now in for a caning. As he followed behind her he watched he bottom wiggle. ‘I know you’re looking at my bottom’ she told him as he entered the room at the top of the stairs. ‘You are a very naughty boy and because of this you will be caned over your pants to begin with’ she told him. ‘If you remain excited you will be caned repeatedly on the bare bottom’. ”Yes Miss’ he replied calmly.

She stood to the center of the room before asking him to pass her her cane. The cane was hung on the back of the door. It was a typical school cane with a crook end. He unhooked it from the door and passed it to her. ‘Please Miss, I’ve been a naughty boy and after Matron punished me she told me to come and see you for a spanking from Miss’ he paused before carrying on. ‘I’ve been looking at your bottom Miss and watched it as you climbed the stairs’.

She stood to his left side swooshing her cane through the air before telling him to ‘Bend forward and push your bottom out!’. She gave him six beauties over his pants before pulling them down to bear his buttocks. ‘These you can count young man’ she told him. Swoosh….’One beauty on the bare bottom Miss’ he said. Swooshhh…’Two Miss’…..swooooossshhh…’Three beauties on the bare bottom Miss’. He counted twelve in all and still he showed excitement. ‘I reserve the cane for the big boys’ she told him. ‘The bigger the boy the more strokes he’ll receive’ she carried on ‘The more excited he becomes the more punishment he will get and so on’.

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His bottom was beginning to smart but he saw no let-up. He was delivered five batches of twelve strokes on the bare bottom. Miss did this until his erection subsided then excused him but not before he was made to apologize for being a naughty boy.