Miss Emily is way on business this week. She won't be back until late Sunday. Usually when she's away she makes sure others are watching me. Her friend Amy or her mom or sisters. This time I am on my own.
I did have my hair done yesterday. It's no longer permed and the color is a lighter blonde now. It's strange being alone. I can stay up later and there's less housework to do. Certainly the laundry is done. And that's a relief after the washing machine broke. Besides the flood I had to clean up the dirty clothes piled up until a new one was delivered.
So here I am on my own. Except Miss Emily is always with me. If I am ever tempted to break some rule or another I can feel her disapproval. For some reason that comforts me. Isn't that strange.
<curtsy>
June 6, 2014
June 5, 2014
Commitment and Consequences
I was thinking about my post from yesterday and I realized that my second thoughts about being a sissy wife/servant brought a change to my relationship with Miss Emily.
I don';t think I even realized it for a long time, but after she called and forgave me her power over me was much greater. She exerted her control in new ways. I guess she knew I wouldn't dare disobey her.
Until that time I only wore panties when I was at her home. The day after I came back she gave me a gift. It was ten pairs of panties. She told me she wanted me to wear them at all times. I admit I swallowed hard. Maybe I should have know it would happen one day, but it seemed like such a big step.
As instructed I tossed all my male underwear in the garbage when I went home that night. I didn't have second thoughts. I was starting to really trust her. Or maybe I was afraid she'd leave me. I often wonder why she'd want me at all.
Looking back I can see that Miss Emily really took charge from that day. I wasn't expecting to wear a maid's uniform or live the life I am leading now. But since the wedding there's been no turning back.
I just have to keep trusting that she knows best.
<curtsy>
I don';t think I even realized it for a long time, but after she called and forgave me her power over me was much greater. She exerted her control in new ways. I guess she knew I wouldn't dare disobey her.
Until that time I only wore panties when I was at her home. The day after I came back she gave me a gift. It was ten pairs of panties. She told me she wanted me to wear them at all times. I admit I swallowed hard. Maybe I should have know it would happen one day, but it seemed like such a big step.
As instructed I tossed all my male underwear in the garbage when I went home that night. I didn't have second thoughts. I was starting to really trust her. Or maybe I was afraid she'd leave me. I often wonder why she'd want me at all.
Looking back I can see that Miss Emily really took charge from that day. I wasn't expecting to wear a maid's uniform or live the life I am leading now. But since the wedding there's been no turning back.
I just have to keep trusting that she knows best.
<curtsy>
June 4, 2014
Committing to the Sissy Life
It might sounds strange but there was a time when I wasn't so sure I could be a sissy wife and maid. I had dreamed of being a man with a job and a wife and kids. And even after Miss Emily started me on this path I was reluctant.
I even had second thoughts about spending my life as a servant after Miss Emily prosed to me. Of course I said yes when she asked me. I was in total shock. I had never thought she would want me. The proposal was romantic. She took me to dinner at a fancy restaurant. The kind of place I never went before I met her.
After dessert she asked me if I would be her sissy wife and maid. She gave me a box that contained a diamond anklet. I couldn't even think. I said yes. I spent that night in her bed pleasing her with my tongue. She even used her hand to stroke me to an orgasm.
But over the next couple of weeks I began to doubt that I wanted to be a sissy.She'd later said I was silly and in denial. I guess looking back it's true. I was wearing and the panties she had bought for me when I told her my doubts.
She was calm. She told me she wanted me to go home and think hard about it. Her calmness scared me even more I think. She told me not to contact her. She would call me.
Maybe I hadn't thought it through at all. After a week I knew I had made a mistake. Then I was sure she would never call me. I cried a lot and beat myself up. I endured another week before she called.
I wanted to be cool about it but instead I was begging her to forgive me. Her voice was light when she told me to get over to her home.
I did, wearing pink boy shorts, the anklet. I wore khakis and a white shirt. She never liked me in jeans. I wanted to please her so much at that moment.
I was barely in the door when I found myself on my knees begging her to take me back.
She did, obviously.
She told me all I needed to do was has trust that she new what was best for me. That's not always easy even though I know she's right. She always is.
<curtsy>
I even had second thoughts about spending my life as a servant after Miss Emily prosed to me. Of course I said yes when she asked me. I was in total shock. I had never thought she would want me. The proposal was romantic. She took me to dinner at a fancy restaurant. The kind of place I never went before I met her.
After dessert she asked me if I would be her sissy wife and maid. She gave me a box that contained a diamond anklet. I couldn't even think. I said yes. I spent that night in her bed pleasing her with my tongue. She even used her hand to stroke me to an orgasm.
But over the next couple of weeks I began to doubt that I wanted to be a sissy.She'd later said I was silly and in denial. I guess looking back it's true. I was wearing and the panties she had bought for me when I told her my doubts.
She was calm. She told me she wanted me to go home and think hard about it. Her calmness scared me even more I think. She told me not to contact her. She would call me.
Maybe I hadn't thought it through at all. After a week I knew I had made a mistake. Then I was sure she would never call me. I cried a lot and beat myself up. I endured another week before she called.
I wanted to be cool about it but instead I was begging her to forgive me. Her voice was light when she told me to get over to her home.
I did, wearing pink boy shorts, the anklet. I wore khakis and a white shirt. She never liked me in jeans. I wanted to please her so much at that moment.
I was barely in the door when I found myself on my knees begging her to take me back.
She did, obviously.
She told me all I needed to do was has trust that she new what was best for me. That's not always easy even though I know she's right. She always is.
<curtsy>
June 2, 2014
Life as a Servant
Sometimes I can't believe how my life has changed since i met Miss Emily. I had never imagined living as a servant, let alone a maid.
This weekend was typical. Except I had a lot of laundry to do. More than usual because the washer broke last week and it took a few days to get a new one delivered.
And then yesterday was Miss Emily's birthday. I am not allowed to but her presents but I did get her a dozen yellow roses, her favorite flowers. I spent a lot of time with my tongue buried in her pussy. Her favorite position is sitting on my face. It makes me feel like there is nothing else in the world but her dripping pussy.
The rest of the day included lunch with her family and then back home where Miss Emily relaxed and allowed me to sit at her feet while she watched baseball. Sports bore me but I always feel good when I am around her.
I guess that's what the life of a sissy maid/wife is about. Maybe someday I'll understand why I can't help wanting to please her.
<curtsy>
This weekend was typical. Except I had a lot of laundry to do. More than usual because the washer broke last week and it took a few days to get a new one delivered.
And then yesterday was Miss Emily's birthday. I am not allowed to but her presents but I did get her a dozen yellow roses, her favorite flowers. I spent a lot of time with my tongue buried in her pussy. Her favorite position is sitting on my face. It makes me feel like there is nothing else in the world but her dripping pussy.
The rest of the day included lunch with her family and then back home where Miss Emily relaxed and allowed me to sit at her feet while she watched baseball. Sports bore me but I always feel good when I am around her.
I guess that's what the life of a sissy maid/wife is about. Maybe someday I'll understand why I can't help wanting to please her.
<curtsy>
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