Poked, Prodded and Measured

Talk about total embarrassment! Today I went to the doctor for a physical, my first since starting my life as Mis Emily's sissy wife.

The office was professional and there were no other patients when we arrived. The receptionist checked us in and we waited only a couple minutes before the nurse called my name. She was in her 30s I'd guess and paid no attention to fact that I was a male dressed in capri slacks, a blouse a and wore makeup.

I followed to an examination room where I was instructed to strip to my panties and wait. Sitting there I realized I was still wearing my chastity cage. I felt embarrassed just thinking about the doctor seeing it.

The nurse cam back and weighed and measured me. I was relieved that I was down to 130 pounds. I knew Miss Emily would be pleased. Then I was left alone again.

Finally the door opened and the doctor walked in followed by Miss Emily. I hadn't expected that but maybe I should have. She did set up the appointment.

The doctor was a woman, in her mid to late 30s. She introduced herself and got down to business. She proceeded to poke prod and measure me. Miss Emily gave her the key to my chastity cage. My clit was measured. It was 2 5/8 inches soft.

All the communication was between the doctor and Mis sEmily. They talked about me like I wasn't even there. That made me feel small and insignificant, like a child. I should be used to that by now, but sometimes it still surprises me.

Then the real humiliation started. I was directed to lie on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. I'd never knew about this kind of exam. I learned. Wearing a rubber glove and using some lube the doctor put her index finger inside me. I was squirming as she moved it around.

All the while she was talking to Miss Emily in a professional manner about how often I am allowed to cum and how feminine I am. I thought I was turning deep red. I closed my eyes and wished I was somewhere else.

I heard Miss Emily laugh. I brought my attention back to the doctor's voice. I heard her talikng about how I was already dribbling cum from my clit. She asked if this was as hard as I could get. Miss Emily said that was "all there was." I could hear the laugh in her voice. I felt so ashamed.

Next thing I knew the doctor had removed her finger and was measuring my hard clit. It was 3 7/8 inches. I heard the doctor tell Miss Emily it was smallest of all her sissy patients. Could my cheeks feel any hotter?

The rest of the exam was routine except for a question the doctor asked Miss Emily. She told her I was good candidate for hormones and wondered if Miss Emily was planning to to that. The answer I heard through my foggy brain was that she wasn't sure.

I felt my stomach do flip flops and I really thought I might faint. I was wobbly as I dressed and they talked. I know i am Miss Emily's sissy wife and maid, but hormones are so, I don't know, permanent. The idea scares me.

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An Appointment

Miss Emily dropped what seems like a bombshell this morning. I don't know why it feels that way but it does. Tomorrow I am going to have a physical. I haven't seen a doctor since she started feminizing me.

Miss Emily assured me that the doctor has other sissy patients. That doesn't comfort me much. I wonder what the doctor and anyone else in the office will think of me. Maybe that's silly. Other have seen me but this seems like another big step.

Miss Emily is taking me to the doctor and that makes me feel like a child. But it's better than going alone. The appointment is early. That's when the doctor sees her sissy patients.

My stomach is already in knots. I doubt I'll sleep much tonight.

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A Long Day

Things were back to normal yesterday. Until the washer broke. Water was everywhere leaking from the bottom. It took me two hours to clean up the mess. Ugh.

I was so tired last night. At least Miss Emily allowed me to sit at her feet while she watched baseball. I fell asleep on the floor and didn't wake till she told me it was time for bed. It was 11, much later than usual for me to be sent to my room.

I wonder if she let me sleep there because the tough day.

The alarm cam to early. Now it's back to the routine, except of course the laundry. That will have to wait until a new machine is delivered. Miss Emily instructed me to go out shopping for one this afternoon. She said you might as well buy it, you're the one who uses it.

That's hard to deny.

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Emily's 2nd Date Continued

As time has passed since Miss Emily's 2nd date with Jack the details of it seem less important than what I felt and still feel.

Yes she spent the night. Yes I watched her have sex with him. She had that look I'd never seen before. She locked my eyes while I watched them. I was embarrassed and jealous and my penis was dripping in its cage.

Cleaning them both after he came added to my humiliation. It was clear I was a servant, there to amuse them both. Being dismissed to wash his clothes so they'd be ready in the morning added to the feeling I had of being small and insignificant.

Passing her bedroom door later I could hear them having sex again. I'm not sure if it was worse watching or being excluded. Isn't that strange?

I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking about that look on Miss Emily's face. And I thought of the taste of the cum as I cleaned her pussy and his cock.

The next morning I awoke late and found them eating breakfast in the kitchen. They were both relaxed and smiling. I felt like an outsider. They mostly ignored me as they chatted, ate and kissed at times.

It was after 11 when they said their goodbyes. A passionate kiss at the door made me jealous all over again. Hearing her called "darling" added to the feeling.

After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, Miss Emily called me into her bedroom. She told me she was proud of me. Why does hearing that make all this seem worth it? 

Then she surprised me by unlocking my chastity cage. She told she wanted me to play with my "tiny cockette." I was allowed to cum when she gave me the word. She handed me the small plastic plate that she has trained me to cum on.

While I masturbated she talked about how good it felt to be fucked by Jack. She told me to remember how his cock felt in my mouth. I was almost crying and still I was hard. Finally she gave me the word. I spurted my "sissy juice" as she calls it onto the plate. I knew to lick it all up.

She looked so pleased. I cried.

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Miss Emily's Second Date

I mentioned in my last post that Miss Emily had gone on another date with her lover, Jack, who I must now always address as Sir. There had been a lot going on the last month and I had been able to put Miss Emily's first night with him far from my mind.

When she told me she needed a night with him my heart sank. To be honest, he scares me and I remembered how jealous I was the last time. There wasn't much point i  telling Miss Emily how I felt. She does as she pleases.

So I found myself late on Saturday afternoon drawing her bubble bath. Seeing her naked always takes my breath away. My little clit stirred in its cage. I haven't been allowed to cum since our California trip. Drying her after her bath was thrilling and difficult. I couldn't help planting a kiss on her slit. It was moist and smelled musky. I heard her chuckle as she patted my head. I felt so small.

Helping her dress and watching her do her makeup made me feel jealous again. When she was almost done I was told to put on my French maid's uniform. That's how I answered the door. I felt so embarrassed. I took his coat, offered him a drink and went to get Miss Emily.

I was almost in tears. Miss Emily told me to pull myself together. She said there was no reason to be jealous. I guess she's right. But I couldn't help it.

Watching him kiss her was humiliating.

And then they left. He has his arm around her waist. I was ordered to stay in uniform and be ready to serve when they returned.

The next two hours passed slowly.

I have housework to do so I'll have to continue this later.

It's Been Awhile

Miss Emily wanted me to post a quick update. We have been dealing with some family illnesses and other problems that have kept me offline. I hope to be posting again soon about my life as Miss Emily's sissy wife. There have not been many changes there, although she did have a second date with her man. I will give the details later. I'll just say it was humiliating.