The rest of my weekend was quite intense. Jack stayed over again on Saturday. When I think back to Friday and Saturday I can't quite believe how much cum I swallowed. It's enough to make a sissy turn beet red.
It seems like he is always able to get hard and she seemed to never get fucked by him often enough. And then something new happened. After I had cleaned her I started to lick his cock clean.
I'll never get over how big he is or how he starts to get hard again so soon after he has an orgasm. This time Miss Emily instructed me to start on his balls. They seem huge to me. Much bigger than mine. I was told to suck them. That really felt strange.
Then I licked his cock and took it in my mouth. I could still taste her on. That excites me so much. I could feel my clit dripping in my panties. I could feel him getting harder.
I was going to stop as I had in the past but as I started to pull my mouth up I felt his hands on the back of my head. I ket sucking as he let go.
My jaw was getting sore. I could feel him getting harder. Then I felt his hands on my head again. I felt so small as he started to move his cock in an out of my mouth. And then I felt him tense. I knew he was about to cum. In my mouth. I'd never swallowed it like that before.
And then he came. It wasn't a huge load but it was hot and sticky. I swallowed to keep from gagging.
The he pushed me away. His cock slapped my nose. A drop of cum landed on my cheek.
I heard her laugh and say "you are such a little cum slut."
I know I blushed.
I find it amazing that when I am in the moment doing these things it feels natural. Later it embarrasses me.
Sunday was completely different, filled with a family visit and a night in which I was more wife than cuckold. I'll write about that later today.
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June 16, 2014
June 14, 2014
More Cuckolding Thoughts
Last night was both difficult and exciting. As I mentioned in my last post, Miss Emily invited Jack over to watch the hockey game. I had little doubt he would spend the night. I'm still not used to being a cuckold. I wonder if I ever will be.
I can't deny how happy she is when they have sex. And I can't deny the mix of emotions her having sex with Jack causes me to feel. This time there was something new. He acted liked he belonged here. He's just so comfortable being with her just watching TV and talking.
All the while I know my places is as a maid. Maybe I should be used to all that by now. But I guess I'm not. Despite wondering if I really am destined to be a maid I can't help obeying Miss Emily and Jack.
I felt like I was in a daze as I brought them drinks and snacks. I felt like my mind was trying not to notice how close they were sitting and how often he kissed her. Then when there was a break in the game I was summoned to kneel before them.
I can't quite understand what was happening. Jack was giving the orders. That had happened a few times before. But I looked over at Miss Emily. She was so intense as she watched. I knew whatever was going to happen was important to her.
I was conflicted. I became very nervous and wanted to crawl in a hold. Hide. But I didn't want to disappoint her. I'll never understand how I can feel those things at the same time.
My task was simple. Strip him so he could, as put it, "satisfy your mistress sin ways you never could."
That made me feel so small. Mistress isn't a word Miss Emily ever used but I guess it fits. And I know what he said is true, but t still hurts for some reason.
I undressed him, starting with his shoes as I was told in earlier times he was here. I didn't forget to kiss each shoe before removing it. I was blushing the whole time. When I removed his pants I could see the outline of his hard cock against his boxers.
When I pulled them down the tip slapped my cheek. Miss Emily helped him take his shirt off. I sucked his cock to get him ready for her, planting a kiss on the tip first as she had taught me with her strapon.
I felt like I was a robot. But was excited. I felt a hand on my head and then a whisper in my ear. It was Miss Emily telling me I was being a good sissy.
I was pushed aside and Jack sat on the couch with Miss Emily mounting him. I watched as they fucked. It was hard and it was fast. She was cumming quickly. She must have been so ready for him.
Sone he was cumming. She sat there kissing him hard on the mouth. She was still wearing a T-shirt and nothing else.
As seems to be "normal" now I cleaned them both. She was so wet with his cum and her own juices. His cock was slick. I love the way it feels in my mouth. So hard and so soft at the same time. There's something I never expected to think about.
She slipped her panties on and he dressed with my help. She put her head on his shoulder as they watched the rest of the game.
They had sex twice more. Once before they slept and once this morning.
I admit to being confused now. Is he replacing me? She says she loves and adores me. But I have never seen her look like she does when he is fucking her hard.
Today they went to play tennis. I changed the sheets and cleaned her bathroom.
Something seems different but what it means I really don't know.
That seems to be the way things are for me in Miss Emily's world.
<curtsy>
I can't deny how happy she is when they have sex. And I can't deny the mix of emotions her having sex with Jack causes me to feel. This time there was something new. He acted liked he belonged here. He's just so comfortable being with her just watching TV and talking.
All the while I know my places is as a maid. Maybe I should be used to all that by now. But I guess I'm not. Despite wondering if I really am destined to be a maid I can't help obeying Miss Emily and Jack.
I felt like I was in a daze as I brought them drinks and snacks. I felt like my mind was trying not to notice how close they were sitting and how often he kissed her. Then when there was a break in the game I was summoned to kneel before them.
I can't quite understand what was happening. Jack was giving the orders. That had happened a few times before. But I looked over at Miss Emily. She was so intense as she watched. I knew whatever was going to happen was important to her.
I was conflicted. I became very nervous and wanted to crawl in a hold. Hide. But I didn't want to disappoint her. I'll never understand how I can feel those things at the same time.
My task was simple. Strip him so he could, as put it, "satisfy your mistress sin ways you never could."
That made me feel so small. Mistress isn't a word Miss Emily ever used but I guess it fits. And I know what he said is true, but t still hurts for some reason.
I undressed him, starting with his shoes as I was told in earlier times he was here. I didn't forget to kiss each shoe before removing it. I was blushing the whole time. When I removed his pants I could see the outline of his hard cock against his boxers.
When I pulled them down the tip slapped my cheek. Miss Emily helped him take his shirt off. I sucked his cock to get him ready for her, planting a kiss on the tip first as she had taught me with her strapon.
I felt like I was a robot. But was excited. I felt a hand on my head and then a whisper in my ear. It was Miss Emily telling me I was being a good sissy.
I was pushed aside and Jack sat on the couch with Miss Emily mounting him. I watched as they fucked. It was hard and it was fast. She was cumming quickly. She must have been so ready for him.
Sone he was cumming. She sat there kissing him hard on the mouth. She was still wearing a T-shirt and nothing else.
As seems to be "normal" now I cleaned them both. She was so wet with his cum and her own juices. His cock was slick. I love the way it feels in my mouth. So hard and so soft at the same time. There's something I never expected to think about.
She slipped her panties on and he dressed with my help. She put her head on his shoulder as they watched the rest of the game.
They had sex twice more. Once before they slept and once this morning.
I admit to being confused now. Is he replacing me? She says she loves and adores me. But I have never seen her look like she does when he is fucking her hard.
Today they went to play tennis. I changed the sheets and cleaned her bathroom.
Something seems different but what it means I really don't know.
That seems to be the way things are for me in Miss Emily's world.
<curtsy>
June 13, 2014
Cuckolding and Jealousy
Maybe I'll never really get used to the idea of Miss Emily dating Jack. I can't deny that seeing her with him gets me excited. I know deep down I could never satisfy her the way he does. His cock is so much bigger,
The look on her face when he fucks her is something I'd never seen before. That made me jealous. But now something else has me feeling that way.
Tonight Jack is coming over to watch hockey. I don't know why but the idea of just watching TV with her makes me feel blue. I guess I am not even adequate for that. Of course, I know he'll probably do more than watch sports with her.
It's hard to express exactly what I feel about all this. I think years of keeping everything inside have made me reluctant to share those kinds of things.
And then there's the fact that since I found out about tonight's guest I haven't been able to stop thinking about his cock. It's so big and thick.
Am I so easy to manipulate that she has me thinking like a slut? I guess I am.
<curtsy.
The look on her face when he fucks her is something I'd never seen before. That made me jealous. But now something else has me feeling that way.
Tonight Jack is coming over to watch hockey. I don't know why but the idea of just watching TV with her makes me feel blue. I guess I am not even adequate for that. Of course, I know he'll probably do more than watch sports with her.
It's hard to express exactly what I feel about all this. I think years of keeping everything inside have made me reluctant to share those kinds of things.
And then there's the fact that since I found out about tonight's guest I haven't been able to stop thinking about his cock. It's so big and thick.
Am I so easy to manipulate that she has me thinking like a slut? I guess I am.
<curtsy.
June 12, 2014
Serving Others
Last night Miss Emily was home and that meant I was back to being a maid. This time, we weren't alone. She invited her sister over for dinner and to watch the hockey game. Her sister is every bit the dominant that Miss Emily is. She finds it amusing to out me on the spot.
Last night was no exception. Miss Emily had ordered me to dress in my French maid's uniform. That isn't unusual when company is over. When I answered the door i curtsied as I have been taught. I have spent hours practicing the correct way to show respect. But my curtsy wasn't good enough for Miss Amanda.
"is it the best you can do?" were her first words to me. She made me do it over ten times until she said "I suppose that will have to do." I can't explain how humiliating this was and how near to tears to I was. I was sure Miss Emily would be disappointed in me. But Miss Amanda didn't say anything, at least that I heard.
I served them dinner. I had prepared steak, asparagus and baked potatoes (which must be cooked in the oven not the microwave). Other than pouring wine and clearing dishes I was ignored as they talked the way sisters who are close do.
As always, my dinner, a salad and small slice of steak, waited until after they had finished. While they watched the game they continued to drink wine. Miss Amanda enjoys making me uncomfortable. At one point, she asked me how I felt about being a cuckold.
That was the first I knew that Miss Emily had shared that with her. I was kind of in shock I think. I couldn't think what to say. I looked to Miss Emily hoping she'd rescue me from having to answer. All I saw was the look she can give me that I know means I'd better obey.
I told her I was happy for Miss Emily and her desires were all that mattered. Miss Amanda said "You are fucking sissy." They both laughed.
I wanted to crawl in a hole. Yet I could fell a wet spot on my panties. I felt so pathetic.
The rest of the night they watched the game and I filled their wine glasses. Miss Amanda was a little drunk and Miss Emily insisted she stay in the guest room.
This morning I washed her clothes before she awoke and served her breakfast before she left for work. Miss Emily had left earlier.
I'll never understand why being treated like a servant excites me, but it does. sigh.
<curtsy>
Last night was no exception. Miss Emily had ordered me to dress in my French maid's uniform. That isn't unusual when company is over. When I answered the door i curtsied as I have been taught. I have spent hours practicing the correct way to show respect. But my curtsy wasn't good enough for Miss Amanda.
"is it the best you can do?" were her first words to me. She made me do it over ten times until she said "I suppose that will have to do." I can't explain how humiliating this was and how near to tears to I was. I was sure Miss Emily would be disappointed in me. But Miss Amanda didn't say anything, at least that I heard.
I served them dinner. I had prepared steak, asparagus and baked potatoes (which must be cooked in the oven not the microwave). Other than pouring wine and clearing dishes I was ignored as they talked the way sisters who are close do.
As always, my dinner, a salad and small slice of steak, waited until after they had finished. While they watched the game they continued to drink wine. Miss Amanda enjoys making me uncomfortable. At one point, she asked me how I felt about being a cuckold.
That was the first I knew that Miss Emily had shared that with her. I was kind of in shock I think. I couldn't think what to say. I looked to Miss Emily hoping she'd rescue me from having to answer. All I saw was the look she can give me that I know means I'd better obey.
I told her I was happy for Miss Emily and her desires were all that mattered. Miss Amanda said "You are fucking sissy." They both laughed.
I wanted to crawl in a hole. Yet I could fell a wet spot on my panties. I felt so pathetic.
The rest of the night they watched the game and I filled their wine glasses. Miss Amanda was a little drunk and Miss Emily insisted she stay in the guest room.
This morning I washed her clothes before she awoke and served her breakfast before she left for work. Miss Emily had left earlier.
I'll never understand why being treated like a servant excites me, but it does. sigh.
<curtsy>
May 27, 2014
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.
<curtsy>
May 23, 2014
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.
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.
May 21, 2014
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.
March 31, 2014
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
March 30, 2014
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
March 28, 2014
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.
<curtsy>
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.
<curtsy>
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