March 31, 2014

Random Thought

Whenever Miss Emily changes our relationship in some big way I am always left wondering why I go along with it, even crave it. I guess I wonder why I am a sissy. The funny thing is I can't imagine being manly. I used to think about being with a woman as a man, but I guess it's obvious that won't happen. No one was ever interested in me that way.

I know I need her control, but I wish I knew why.

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Back to Cleaning

After the crazy, intense weekend I am back to the routine. I was reminded of my place in this household when I spilled coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor this morning. Ugh. Without thinking I scrubbed the entire floor. I know Miss Emily expects perfection. I need to be more careful!

One interesting thing today is that usually I wear a black work uniform. Today Miss Emily told me to wear pink. I rarely wear this uniform. It's same as the black ones except for the color and my lingerieswith it.

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More Cuckold Thoughts

I still can't believe I actually sucked a real cock. I still feel like it is in my mouth. I wonder if that feeling will ever go away?

I have begun to remember what happened when Miss Emily and her date came home on Saturday night. He treated me like a servant. That's not surprising. I was wearing a French maid's uniform. He made me feel so small.

They didn't pay much attention to me after I took their coats. He was kissing her and their hands were all over each other. They headed to her bedroom and Miss Emily told me to follow. I could barely walk. My legs were shaking and my stomach was churning.

Once in her room she ordered me to take off my petticoats. She got the key to my chastity device and unlocked me. Jack laughed when he saw how tiny my clit is. He said he couldn't believe it. I wanted to crawl in a hole or run away.

She told me to stand in the corner and keep my hands away from my clit and just watch. Then they were all over each other. They were soon naked. I couldn't believe how big his cock was. I had only seen other cocks in the locker room at school.

He was so forceful and she was on her back when his cock entered her. My clit was so hard. I felt shame. But I couldn't stop staring. She was moaning and then she locked eyes with me. I swear she mouthed "I love you" to me. It is so confusing to me.

When he finally came she called me over. I ended up between her thighs cleaning her pussy. There was so much cum. My face was covered with it. I could smell her and him mixed together.

Then she had me clean his cock. He was laughing and calling me names. I even sucked his balls. That felt so weird in my mouth. They were huge. When he was hard again I was sent back to the corner and watched her ride his cock.

After I cleaned her a second time I was sent off to bed. It was late and I didn't sleep much. My mind was racing.

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March 30, 2014

A Bet

I said earlier that I don't like sports. Maybe that's why Miss Emily insisted we bet on the Michigan game against Kentucky. She made me pick a team. I picked Michigan because I liked the gold color of their uniforms.

Miss Emily said if Michigan wins I can lick her pussy tonight. If they lose I get a spanking with the paddle of her choice.

Michigan is winning so far. I think she wins either way.

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Cuckold Thoughts

Miss Emily has been watching basketball today. I don't have a clue about sports. She has allowed me to lie with my head in her lap while she watches. I am even dressed in capris and a peach pullover. She's in her old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She is so relaxed today.

She has been questioning me about last night. She told me to post here. It's still mixed up but I can't stop thinking about that cock or the taste of his cum in Miss Emily's pussy.

She says it proves I am a sissy. She says I make her proud. I never have taken compliments well. I feel humiliated. Being excited by being called names embarrasses me.

And then there was the look on her face while he fucked her. I never saw that before. She locked eyes with me and I wanted to look away but couldn't.

I know this will take time to understand and cope with. I know I adore Miss Emily.

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I am a Cuckold

I am a cuckold.

There I said it. It almost doesn't seem real. It's hard to think right now. I am kind of floating. But it seems so permanent. I mean wearing girl's clothes seems less of a big thing.

Miss Emily is so pleased. That feels good. But last night was intense. Maybe I knew it would happen someday, but now it did. I sucked a man's cock for the first time. Not a rubber one. A real one. It throbbed in my mouth and it grew.

I was scared. But it seemed right once I started.

And it was difficult too. I heard him calling me names. And I heard Miss Emily laughing when he did. It seemed different than when she used those names, This was a man calling me them. Someone I really don't know. It hurt but made my little clit hard. And Miss Emily noticed that.

And I tasted a man's cum for the first time. It was in Miss Emily's pussy.

I don't know what else to say. The memories of last night are kind of mixed up right now.

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March 29, 2014

Miss Emily's Date Starts

Waiting all day was horrible but seeing Miss Emily with her date was even worse. Now they are gone and I am left waiting again.

Miss Emily ordered me to post about the day.

I was back in uniform doing laundry, changing her bed. That made me think about what was going to happen. I had changed the linens yesterday.

Miss Emily rested and after she got up she had me help her get ready for her date. I ran her bath, dried her off and painted her toes while she did her makeup. She doesn't wear much. She doesn't need to. She is so lovely.

Then I helped her dress. She wore black lace panties, garter belt and black stockings with a half bra that pushed her breasts up. A strapless black dress was over it. When she stepped into her panties I couldn't help but kiss her pussy. I was lucky she was not angry.

When she stepped into her three-inch pumps she looked like a goddess. Even more than usual. She added diamond studs and a diamond necklace. I was in awe.

Then she had me change into a black French maid's uniform with petticoats.I always wear a coset that has stays in int and ruffled panties with that uniform. Miss Emily laced the corset. It makes breathing difficult but she likes the way it gives me a figure.

Then the doorbell rang. I was told to answer it. I thought I was going to be sick. I was reminded again to treat her date with the same respect I treat her and to call him "sir."

I could barely make it to the door. I felt wobbly and I was shaking. I could barely breathe. I opened the door and stammered out "welcome, sir. please come in." He was just as tall as I remembered. I couldn't help feeling silly wearing a maid's uniform in front of him.

I couldn't look in his face but I heard him laugh when I curtsied. He walked in and I took his coat and hung it up. I told him Miss Emily would be a minute and showed him to the den and offered him a drink.

H e wanted wine. After I brought it to him he asked me to turn around. I was so embarrassed. I felt so weak. I felt worse when Miss Emily entered the room. Her date, Jack, stood up and they embraced. he kissed her on the lips. It made me wonder if they had done that before.

I got Miss Emily a glass of wine and they sat together on the couch. I thought about how I was sitting there last night.

They ignored me as they chatted. I noticed his hand on top of hers. I felt jealous and humiliated.

I heard him say he was impressed at how she had trained me and it was obvious I was better off as a maid.

She just laughed. I thought my cheeks were burning with shame.

Their glasses were almost empty and I offered them more wine. They both declined. He said they had a dinner reservation and had to leave. When I curtsied he laughed.

I got their coats and helped them put them on. Miss Emily told me to be a good girl and post about this. She said to stay in uniform until they returned. She kissed me on the cheek. I could feel myself blushing.

When they left I felt empty. I just started sobbing. I felt so alone. After I stopped crying I redid my makeup and washed and put away the wine glasses.

Now I am just waiting and trying not to think about what Miss Emily has planned for later.

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The Cuckold Path

I actually don't want to write about this but Miss Emily has ordered me to.

I was afraid Miss Emily had something big in mind when she texted me yesterday and told me she needed to have a talk with me when she got home. That doesn't happen much and neither does her telling me she wanted to see her wife. I am almost always in a maid's uniform at home.

Deciding what to wear is always hard for me. I have a few outfits but I always worry she won't approve. I had trouble but Misty helped me choose a pink linen dress while we chatted. It's sleeveless and comes just above the knee. It shows off the necklace Miss Emily gave me.

I have to wear a corset to fit into it. It's uncomfortable but it makes feel pretty and more feminine. I added a little more makeup than usual and put my hair up. I usually wear studs but for some reason I decided to wear the drop earrings. They felt heavy.

Then I waited for Miss Emily to come home. I was fidgeting and tired. I had tried to take a nap but I was too nervous to sleep.

When she got home I she had a big smile on her face. She kissed me and told me I was pretty. I felt so good hearing that. She whispered in my ear and I could feel her hand rubbing my butt through the dress. She told me we needed to talk and that if I was a good little sissy wife she might fuck me with her strap-on later.

I moaned. I wished I hadn't. It makes me feel silly. She laughed a little and gave me her coat. She told me to get us each a glass of wine and meet her in the den. She rarely allows me to drink and this made my stomach churn more. I was truly worried.

I could barely carry the wine into the den. My hands were shaking. She actually told me to sit next to her on the couch. That doesn't happen much. I usually am sitting at her feet.

I was surprised that she seemed nervous. She is always so confident. I wondered if she wanted me to leave or something. I felt sick. She stroked my cheek. That felt good. But I thought I might cry.

She told me she loved me but that she has needs a sissy could never fulfill. I knew what was coming and the tears started to flow. She stroked my cheek again and held my hands in hers. I felt awful thinking about what she was saying.

She said she was going on a date tonight. I think I closed my eyes and tried not to think. I felt so bad. She told she was going with her partner at work. I'd met him a long time ago when I worked at the office. I didn't remember much but I know he was tall and looked athletic. Not a sissy.

After she told me Miss Emily put her arms around me. I started sobbing. I felt like a child. She tried to comfort me. Had me blow my nose and drink some more wine.

The rest of the evening is hard to remember. She talked about how she wanted me to help her get ready for her date. I know she told me she expected me to be an obedient sissy.

We ate dinner. I was allowed to eat pizza and have more wine. After that Miss Emily took me to her bedroom and kissed me softly.

Then she used her cock on me. She was gentle and fucked me slowly. I was locked up but I could feel my clit dripping.

And then she allowed me to stay in her bed all night. I didn't sleep much. My mind was racing.

Now Miss Emily is getting her hair done.

I know I don't have a choice but this is a scary day.

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March 28, 2014

A Mystery

I am feeling very nervous now and jittery. Miss Emily texted me and told me she wants to talk to me tonight. This is unusual and leaves me wondering what she has planned.

My anxiety is worse because she told she wanted to see her wife when got home. That means I have to decide what to wear. It's so much easier to be her maid.

I think I will wear a new skirt and jacket she bought me in San Francisco. It has a camisole top. I hope she approves.

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Answering Questions

A reader of my At the Salon post asked a few questions.

I was allowed to penetrate Miss Emily once, although she says it doesn't count because she didn't feel anything and she did not allow me to cum. She says I am a virgin. I'll let you decide.

As for Miss Emily, she has been with men before she met me and I think one day she will want to do that again. She has not mentioned it in quite a while, so I am not sure what she is thinking about cuckolding me.

I try not to think about it. I always want her to be happy but the idea makes my stomach churn and I think it would make me jealous. That probably sounds crazy considering I know she'll never allow me to penetrate her again.

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Working Day

I often have no clue why Miss Emily gives me the orders she does. I spend most of my weekdays cleaning the house. She always expects things to be done perfectly.

This morning she told me she wanted the whole house scrubbed and dusted today. I'm not sure if she is disappointed in my work this week. She usually would let me know if she was. I spent the morning vacuuming, dusting and cleaning bathrooms. I only have the kitchen left.

It's a lot of work especially after a short night's sleep.

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March 27, 2014

At the Salon

Yesterday I went to the salon. It was time to have my hair done. Miss Emily has been having me grow it out. It looked feminine before yesterday but now it is even more so.

I got a perm. My first one. I didn't know I was getting it. Miss Emily had talked to the woman who does my hair. I guess it wasn't any of my business. A lot of things aren't.

I thought it smelled awful although that is mostly gone now. I have darker highlights on my blonde hair and light curls. And now my earrings show more. I have two in each ear.

At the grocery story yesterday I definitely got some looks and one man hit on me. He was older and it made my stomach churn a little. He called me me sweetie and had his hand on my arm. I stammered that I had to go. He let me do that.

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Answering Questions

Sissy Dede asked me to comment about when Miss Emily first started to feminize me and what made her start. I have written a little bit about how she had me in a pinafore apron on our first date.

I didn't know it then but she had been looking for a sissy to train as her wife and maid. She has said from the first time I came to work as a temp in her office that she knew I was the sissy she wanted to own.

She did not feminize me quickly, but took her time. I never wore a maid's uniform until after our wedding. She did have me in panties before that and for our wedding I wore a white linen suit with satin corset, panties and stockings underneath. All were white.

Over the last nine months she has increased my feminization. My body is waxed and smooth and yesterday my hair was permed for the first time.

Everything she does makes me look and feel less male.

I hope this answers your questions.

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Punished

This morning I was punished for not answering the question put here by Sissy Dede. Miss Emily had me bend over a chair and used her leather covered paddle on my butt. 25 smacks later I was sobbing. For some reason yesterday I just didn't feel like writing here. But as with everything what I feel like doesn't matter.

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March 25, 2014

Sex and the Sissy

It's been almost week since I was allowed to cum and Miss Emily has not even allowed me to lick her. That seems strange, doesn't it?

But there have been long periods before where sex has not been part of my life serving her. My chastity cage reminds me of sex all the time but there's not much I can do about it.

Not that what I want matters anymore.

Why do I love her so much? It's a mystery.

March 24, 2014

Family Influences

Sometimes I wonder why I am a sissy and why Miss Emily is a dominant. Were we born this way or did we learn it? Maybe both. I don't really know.

I do know that I am small for a male. And my penis is mall, too. No wonder it's called a clit now. Girls were never interested in me as anything more than a friend. I never knew my father and was raised by my mom. I have a sister who is three years older than me.

I was always expected to do housework and help with cooking. There was never anything kinky about it. It's just the way it was. Mom and my sister fully support how Miss Emily is training me. When I am in uniform they seem to have no trouble treating me as a servant. At other times I am another daughter or sister. I think they like me more this way.

Miss Emily was raised in a female dominant home. Her father obeys her mother. As I have said earlier here he is not a sissy but he is obedient. He and Miss Emily's brother did all the housework and served.

I have only met her brother a couple of times. He is away at school. He pretends he is not submissive but when any of the women of the family give him a hard look he obeys instantly.

Of course Miss Emily's mother and sister support her training me. It seems like everyone in my world does now.

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Just a Maid

After the weekend of housework and humiliation everything is back to normal. If this can be called normal.

My alarm went off at 5:15 and I had Miss Emily's breakfast ready by 6:30. I helped her dress and after she left I got to work cleaning her bathroom, changing her bed and washing her sheets. It's really the first time in two weeks that I am back to my routine.

Growing up I never would have imagined being a maid. But here I am.

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March 23, 2014

Serving & Humiliation

Miss Emily made sure I knew my place this weekend just in case being sent to my room early on Friday wasn't enough.

Once a week I clean the apartment of Miss Emily's friend, Miss Amy. Because we were away I missed a week. I spent yesterday cleaning her apartment and doing her laundry. Two weeks worth of laundry. I spent eight hours there while Miss Emily and Miss Amy went out to play tennis and enjoy the day.

While they ate dinner, which I cooked for them, I hand washed Miss Amy's laundry. That took two hours to complete. When we got home I was sent to bed at 8 p.m. But the humiliation for the day wasn't over. Miss Emily dressed me in pajama's that looked like some a little girl would wear.

It was embarrassing, but I didn't think much about it. I was tired from the housework and feel asleep holding the pink bear she put in my arms when she tucked me in.

When I awoke there was a note in the bathroom telling me to dress in the clothes in the box on the counter. Inside was a complete outfit like a little girl would wear, a pink lacy dress, white tights, ruffled panties and pink shoes.

I felt my stomach turn as  I dressed after I took a shower. Miss Emily came in and said how adorable I looked. She handed me the bear and told me to follow her. She had me sit on the kitchen floor while she started to cook.

I felt ignored as she started cooking. I knew it was too much food for her and on my diet I wasn't likely to get any pancakes, eggs or bacon. Then the doorbell rang. I wanted to crawl in a hole.

Miss Emily came back and I could hear her talking. She was with her parents. Her mother had seen me dressed like a child before but I still felt humiliated. She was smirking as she looked at me. I felt like crying.

Then Miss Emily's sister showed up. While they ate I sat on the floor near Miss Emily playing with a plastic tea set. Miss Emily's father served the meal but he was allowed to sit at the table. While he did the dishes the worst part of the day came.

Sunday is always punishment day and Miss Emily decided her mother and sister would be a part of it. I was made to stand before her and lower my panties and tights. They had a good laugh at my new pink chastity cage. Miss Sara, her sister, is usually mean to me and she loved seeing it.

I ended up over the knee of each while I was paddled. After a half hour in the corner I thanked them for punishing me.

After they left it was back to my maid's uniform.

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March 22, 2014

Sent to My Room

Last night Miss Emily sent me to my room right after I had served her dinner. Usually she allows me to sit at her feet for a time but sometimes she just wants to be alone. I admit it hurts to be sent to my room like a child. But I don't have much choice.

Miss Emily says sissies are like children and she treats me like one. Such is my life now.

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March 21, 2014

The Power of Words

I wish I knew why just a few words from Miss Emily can make me feel so good. All she has to say is "good girl" and I find myself almost floating.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not respond that way, but I can't help myself. And if she says I was "naughty" or was a "bad girl" I feel the opposite. The worst is if I disappoint her.

Do other sissies feel the same way? I wonder about that sometimes.

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Answering Questions

Phred asked a few questions after my last post and I thought I'd answer them here.

I do wear makeup, but usually not much, just a very light rose lip gloss, eye liner and foundation. Miss Emily likes me to look like a sissy, but when I am in my French maid's uniform I wear full makeup. She prefers a natural look.

My hair style has changed, It started as a pixie cut, but now I wear it pulled back and tied with a pink ribbon or scrucnhie. It's now halfway down my neck. I am a natural blonde.

I don't know about children. That would be up to Miss Emily. In any case, I am sure I will stay at home.

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March 20, 2014

Back to a Maid's Life

I have been working through the laundry today and Miss Emily has put me back on a strict diet. I have to weigh myself every morning and when I stepped on the scale today I found I was up to 137 pounds. That's two pounds more than before the honeymoon.

Miss Emily wants me to get down to 130. So it's back to yogurt for breakfast, fruit for lunch and salad for dinner. Sometimes I am allowed scraps from Miss Emily's plate.

I know it's been that way since the wedding, but after the trip it is taking some getting used to.

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Romance and Humiliation

I am back from California and it was quite a trip. Miss Emily treated me like her bride. We had some candlelight dinners and she even allowed me to drink wine, which I am usually not allowed to do. The first glass was on the plane. I had never flown before and I was pretty nervous.

I had six orgasms while we were gone. Each time I licked up my sissy cream. Miss Emily loves to see me do that. She used her strap-on on every day we were gone and also had me lick her till she had two or three orgasms.

Being in San Francisco was different. Stores we went into didn't have any problem waiting on me. Miss Emily purchased several outfits for me. My favorite I think is a pink linen suit. It has pants and a skirt.

Besides the romance, which included a trip to Carmel for two days, Miss Emily found ways to humiliate me. One afternoon she took me to a store that sells fetish clothing. The women there dressed me in different outfits. One was a plaid schoolgirl dress with knee socks and mary jane shoes. Hearing them tell Miss Emily how men would just love a sissy dressed like that had me nearly in tears.

I also got a new chastity cage. It's pink. One of the women at the store suggested it. She laughed when she saw me unlocked and that I needed an extra small cage.

The most humiliating thing that happened was in a bar one evening. I don't know if Miss Emily planned it or not. A man came over and told Miss Emily what a cute sissy I was. They started talking and he bought us drinks. He was older. I think maybe 60 or so. He started asking me questions. I was so embarrassed when he asked me if I had ever sucked a man's cock. I told him I had never touched one.

He told me how special I was and took my hand placed it on his crotch. He rubbed my hand across it and I could feel his cock jump. It felt so big. A lot bigger than mine. I didn't realize it even but he took his hand off mine. Then he said to Miss Emily that I must like touching his cock because I kept rubbing it. They both laughed. I felt so ashamed.

 I was glad it didn't go any farther.

One other thing that happened is I got my first tattoo. It's a chain of pink daisies around my left ankle.

I think I am still thinking about everything that happened on the honeymoon. I will write more later.

Today it's back to housework and lots of laundry.

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March 14, 2014

A Quick Update

Miss Emily wanted me to post something about our trip. It was a big surprise. I had no idea where we were going until we got to the airport. She took me to San Francisco. It's been amazing.

It's kind a of a delayed honeymoon. Miss Emily has made good use of her strap-on and even allowed me to cum all three times she has fucked me. She practically raped my throat and my pussy the first night. She loves hearing me gagging on her cock.

Last night we went to a bar. It was like I fit right in. There were other sissies and women and a few men. A couple of the men made me feel like I was being checked out. I was pretty embarrassed. And some of the women told Miss Emily she had done a good job of training me. That made me blush.

I don't know what else Miss Emily has planned. I adore  her so much.

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March 11, 2014

Taking a Break

I just wanted to let everyone know I will be away for a week or so starting tomorrow. Miss Emily is taking me on a little trip. It's quite a treat to be allowed to travel with her. And I will love having time alone with her.

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The Wedding Night

Miss Emily has asked me to post about the first time she used her strap-on on me. It was our wedding night. And yes I was a virgin. I had never penetrated a woman or been penetrated other than by Miss Emily's fingers.

At our hotel she had me go in the bathroom to get ready. She told me to wear what I found there. What I found was a white box tied with a big pink bow. Inside was a white lace nightie. It was short. It had a matching garter belt, panties and white stockings.

I was shaking as I put the clothes on. My penis was hard inside the lace panties, although there was only a small bump there. I decided to slip on the white shoes I had been wearing. They had a two inch heel. There was a tube of pink lip gloss on the counter. I used it. Looking in the mirror I felt embarrassed and excited.

When I walked out to the bedroom I saw Miss Emily with her back to me. As I approached her she turned. I looked from her face down toward her feet. I was shocked by the lifelike dildo she was wearing. It was long and thick. She later told me it 8 inches.

She stepped toward me and pulled me to here in her arms. She kissed me hard on the mouth. I felt so weak. I could feel her dildo against my stomach as her hands squeezed my butt. She broke the kiss and told me how pretty I was. How perfect my mouth would look on "her cock."

Her hands pushed on my shoulders and I found myself on my knees. She told me to kiss the head of her cock. I did. I was so scared and nervous. Then she told me to worship it. As I did she told me what a good little bitch I was and that I was made to suck a cock.

I knew she was going to fuck me but I tried not to think about that. At one point she grabbed my hair and rammed the cock in an out of my mouth. I could her moaning. I felt violated. But I wanted her to keep doing it. Strange to feel that way.

Finally she pulled away and said it's time to consummate our marriage. She took my hand and led me to the bed. She slipped my panties off and had me get on my back. She used pillows to prop up my hips and lubed me. I could feel the coldness of the lube as her fingers worked inside me.

Finally I watched as she lubed her cock. I was shaking and ready to cry. She stroked my face and told me I was going to love being fucked.

She bent my knees and pushed my legs back. I felt the head of her cock at my hole. I begged her not to to do this. She said "hush." She locked her eyes on mine. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. Without warning she shoved her cock inside me. I cried out and the tears flowed down my cheeks.

That made her smile even more as she started to push deeper in side me. Then she started fucking me. She was rough and relentless. She stroked my little cock (my clit, now) and told me not to dare cum till she gave permission.

Despite my tears I started to meet her thrusts. She pulled mostly out and stopped. I wanted to feel her penetrate me again. She just waited. Staring at me. Daring me in a way. Finally, I begged her to fuck me.

I kept begging until she started again. Finally, she told me to cum. She moved her hand off my clit and then I came all over my stomach. She fed me my cum. And then she pulled out of me.

I was sobbing. I was scared, humiliated and excited all at once. I fell asleep as she held me. She fucked me in the middle of the night and I came again.

In the morning I received my wedding present from her. A cb-6000 chastity belt. That was a shock.

But i was different now. I was more broken by her in a way that I hadn't been before. I felt humiliated and yet I adored her even more.

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March 10, 2014

Who Are You?

I'm just curious about who is reading about my journey to becoming a sissy maid/wife. I have posted a poll at the top of my page on the right side to try to find out.

Please let me know what brought you here. If you'd like, you can leave a comment.

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A Little Detail

This is something Miss Emily taught me to do the first time she dressed me in a maid's uniform: curtsy. Whenever I am in uniform, I am required to do that when entering or leaving a room she is in. I also must back out of the room facing her at all times. I had to practice doing a curtsy for hours until I did it the way she wanted every single time.

It's a sign of respect and it reminds me who is in charge. For a sissy wife/maid nearly everyone is superior. I think that's just the way of the world.

Since meeting Miss Emily I have slowly begun to accept my status. I never imagined I'd be a maid or that I'd crave any attention from her, even humiliation.

But here I am. I don't think there's any going back.

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A Sissy Routine

I thought some of you might be interested in how I spend my days. As Miss Emily's wife and maid I naturally take care of all the housework, much of the cooking and making sure the groceries are bought and house is in good order.

Miss Emily is strict and demanding about my chores. She expects everything to be completed on time and to perfection. Mistakes usually cause me to have to do a chore over. Sometimes I am spanked or paddled. I have even had to write sentences in a notebook like "a sissy maid must complete her chores on time."

I don't mind doing housework. I did it growing up. But until I became Miss Emily's wife I never was much of an early riser. Now my day starts at 5:30. I must be bathed and dressed in my uniform by 6 so I can have her breakfast ready by 6:30. My uniform is one meant for work and I have them in different colors, black, pink and yellow. I always wear a waist cincher, bra, panties and stockings along with tow-inch heels.

This is my favorite part of the day. I serve her in her bedroom. Most days she is awake when I knock on her door. After she eats I get to help her dress. I get to see her naked and feel the warmth of her skin. It's an intimate moment for me. It makes me feel needed.

Once she is dressed and off to work, I begin my chores. On different days I concentrate on different tasks. Monday and Fridays I always wash her bed linens. I clean her bathroom everyday and put out fresh towels.

I have her dinner ready so she can eat at 7. I eat in the kitchen when she is finished.

The only day during the week that's different is Thursday. Every week I clean the home of Miss Emily's best friend. It's not too hard, but Miss Amy leaves a week's worth of laundry so it takes all day.

Weekends are more relaxed and often I am more a wife than maid. I am even allowed at times to sit at the dinner table with her. On Sunday I am punished for any mistakes I made during the week, although I can be spanked at any time she sees fit.

I'd love to hear from other sissies and Dommes/Doms about their lives.

March 9, 2014

About Humiliation

The questions that Florida Dom asked regarding my last post made me start thinking about a big aspect of my life as a sissy wife/maid. That's humiliation. Miss Emily loves to see me blush, stammer and even cry.

And for some reason, while I dislike the feeling at first, I crave the feeling of being humiliated, too.

Once Miss Emily began feminizing me there was no way to hide my status from the world. Since our wedding last July, I have not worn any male clothes. I do have ladies slacks and blouses that aren't obviously feminine at a glance, but that's about as close to male clothes as I get.

Because of that friends and family know all about my status in our marriage. Miss Emily does little to hide it. I thought meeting her parents was humiliating. I was dressed in peach colored capris, a white sheer blouse with cap sleeves and sandals that showed my peach nails. Her mother loved Miss Emily's choice of a sissy.

After some questioning about my family and life I was put to work serving coffee. I was shaking like a leaf. I also found out that Miss Emily's father was submissive to his wife. He is not a sissy, but it's clear who is in charge.

As punishment for acting like a child, I was dressed as a 3 year old and had to act that way for a weekend. I wanted to crawl into a hole when her mother came to babysit. She talked to me about how naughty girls needed to learn their place. It was a long evening.

And then there's my mother and sister. They both adore Miss Emily and compliment her on the control she has taken and the way she is training me.

That's just a little bit of the humiliation I endure.

Needing Control

It might sound strange to most people, but for me the control I get from Miss Emily is what attracts me to serving her. I have read other sissies who sign contracts that spell out the rules and the expectations. Miss Emily, even though she is a lawyer, has not done that.

There is only one rule I need to remember. That's obedience. Disobeying her has consequences. The first time she had me lower my pants and undershorts for an over the knee spanking was humiliating. She had me crying just by using her bare hand. And then I spent an hour in the corner with my pants around my ankles. Apologizing to her while on my knees and telling her what I had learned made me shrink even more before her power.

That was our fourth date and I had refused to put on the apron. Sometimes I wonder why I so easily obeyed her order to to get over her knee. She says I am a natural submissive and that without guidance and control I will spend all day masturbating. It's all part of being a sissy I guess.

I do know that in the two years I have known Miss Emily, I have learned that my greatest satisfaction comes when she is pleased. Just hearing her say "good girl" or feeling her kiss on my forehead thrills me.

March 8, 2014

First Steps

When I met my wife I never imagined I would marry her or anyone for that matter. I was 20 years old and working for a temp agency doing office work. In high school I had a few dates, but girls always treated me more like a friend. I was a virgin.

The woman I now call Miss Emily was lovely and smart. She was 28 and a lawyer at a small firm. I worked at her firm for three months. I didn't realize it till later but she took control of me almost from my first day. She would correct my work and ask me to explain how I could do better. Praise would come in the form of hearing her say, "good boy."

On days I had no contact with her I felt like something was missing. I found I craved her correction as much as her praise. Looking back now it seems obvious she knew it, too. At the time I just wanted her attention.

On my last day she took me to lunch. She was very nice and I was blushing and could barely speak. She told me I was avery special boy and that she wanted me to come to her house for dinner on Saturday night.

There was no way I could have said no. She laughed when I blurted out my yes to her invitation.

That first date was when my training began. Miss Emily cooked but I did the dishes while she waited in her den. She even had me wear an apron I later found out was called a pinafore.

My life had changed and I didn't even know what was happening. I felt lucky that she would spend her time on me.

First Thoughts

Hello, world.

My Mistress/wife, Miss Emily, has allowed me to start a blog where I can discuss the journey I have been on learning to be her sissy maid/wife.

Miss Emily says the moment she met me she knew I was the sissy she had been looking for. I thought she was beautiful and I could barely speak to her even as I worked as a temp in her office. I guess that proves her point.

For the record, I am short and at 5'5 an inch shorter than Miss Emily and I am quite slender at 136 pounds.. I was always teased growing up for my lack of masculinity. Maybe growing up in a household with my mom and an older sister prepared me to serve women. Maybe I am a born sissy. I don't think I'll ever know for sure.

I want to share my experiences and hear from others about theirs.