So Close

Only a few more hours till I go on my first date with a man. There's a lot to do before including an appointment at the salon at 2. I never quite know what Miss Emily has set up for me there but I am sure I will get a new hairstyle and maybe some pampering.

I remember the first trip to to the salon. I was so nervous. The women there were nice and I guess a couple of them have become friends. One of them Alex, whose only a little older than me, says we have so much in common. That still surprises me.

But as I sit here with bra filled out and thinking about going on a date it's harder to deny.

Maybe I will be able to put this out of my mind while I do the laundry and then get ready for tonight. I sure hope so.

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About Those Heels

A couple of readers commented about my new shoes. I know a lot of sissies and their owners have a fetish about high heels. They don't do much for in that regard and that doesn't seem to be something Miss Emily cares much about either.

It seems to me that she is training me to be her wife and maid and hasn't adopted many of the things common on the internet regarding the dressing of a sissy, except of course the maid's uniforms. lol.

I might be totally wrong. Maybe someday I will be wearing five inch heels. But it doesn't seem that way.

Not that what I think will matter much. What she wants is all that matters.

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What is Family?

I was thinking about how my whole world really revolves around Miss Emily. It made me think about mom and my sister.

I haven't written much about them or my childhood. I was never very happy. I wasn't abused or anything like that, but I never fit anywhere. Not at school or really at home. Mom raised us but she was always busty with work or whatever and I was left alone a lot.

Now she is moving away with her boyfriend. I feel like I should be sad or upset. But it doesn't seem to matter much to me. I haven't seen her much over the last few months. She's been busy and I have my own duties here.

It seemed like whenever I did see her Miss Emily protected me from her. Mom can be tough and she and her boyfriend treat me like a servant when they see me. That isn't unusual for me but there's a nastiness that hurts me.

I know it may be hard for people to understand but I am truly thankful to Miss Emily for stepping in when things get too harsh. It's strange that can I accept whatever she does to me but need her to protect me at other times.

I guess this is my family now. It seems natural and where I belong.

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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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More Change

I thought I was going back to Miss Emily's mother's tonight, but that has changed. I will staying home tonight and then I will be going to Miss Emily's sister's home. I've never stayed there before, but I was told to pack my uniforms. So it looks like I will be performing maid service.

I have never been at Miss Katherine's home overnight so I don't know what to expect. She is dominant like Miss Emily but she never pays much attention to me. I don't think she thinks much of sissies.

I am not sure how long I'll be there, but Miss Emily told me she expects me to be a good girl and that if she gets a good report about my behavior she might allow me to cum. It's been since our honeymoon. I am going to try to be good.

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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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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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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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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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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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