Sissy-Maid for the day

On the lighter side of femdom, yesterday I decided to do something we do not do enough of, in my opinion. Lately I have had hubby doing lots of yard work and outdoor chores, taking advantage of the nicer weather. He still kept up with his indoor chores, like laundry, vacuuming and dusting. However, the house was in need of a thorough cleaning. The kitchen and bathroom floors needed mopped, tubs needed cleaned, counter-tops and sinks scrubbed, etc. So yesterday I decided he was going to be my maid for the entire day.  

We rarely engage in forced feminization, as that is just not James’ thing. But we had a very exciting forced feminization session back in January, although it was more gender role reversal than plan feminization. I felt the need to spice up James’ housework some so yesterday I decided to feminize him and make him into my sissy-maid for the day.

You may or may not recall that I once had a phone client who was into sissification and he sent me one of his sissy dresses and wigs for me to try on James. It was a cute pink dress with a blonde wig. We played with it a little but in recent years I rarely use this outfit, in fact I had it dry-cleaned and it was hanging in an upstairs closet. I broke it out yesterday and called James into my bedroom. When he walked in, he saw the pink sissy dress and blonde wig lying on the bed. I ordered him to undress and I dressed him in white panties, white stockings, and garter belt and then I assisted him as he put on the pink dress. James’ balls were noticeably full as his erection swelled inside the CB6000. He will not admit it without a little coercion but he likes to be feminized more than he wants to let on. After he was dressed, he sat in my vanity chair and I applied just a small amount of make-up to his face. Then I put on his wig and handed him his list of household chores for the day.

James was a good sport and didn’t complain too much, other than commenting a few times on how hot the dress made him and how he was sweating in it while doing his chores. I cranked up the AC to help him out but I was not about to allow him to take off the dress until all of his chores were done.

While he was doing his chores like a good little maid, I sat on the deck and talked with friends on the phone and I was on the computer some, including writing my blog entry yesterday on my thoughts about the fine line between domination and abuse. Every now and then I summoned James using the remote of the DL 2000 (we still use this device although not as much and we still can’t get it working using the internet or the iphone). The DL2000 gives off intense “love pulses” (an electric slap) to his genitals at the push of a button on the DL2000 remote.

When I summoned my sissy, he had to refill my drink or make me a snack. It was a lovely day. All was going well when a most unexpected event occurred. One of my girlfriends stopped by, unannounced. It was around 5:00pm and James made a beeline to the upstairs so she wouldn’t see him in his pretty pink dress and blonde wig. I called for her to come around back and sit on the deck with me. We visited for a while and then I excused myself briefly to check in on James.

To his credit, he did not take off the dress because I had not given him permission. He was dusting and straightening up upstairs, staying out of sight. I told James that he could take off the dress and wig and wash the make-up off his face. However, I wanted him to keep the panties, stockings and garter-on (they were sticking to his sweaty body) but he was to cover them up with tee-shirt, jeans and shoes. And he was to cook dinner for me and my friend and serve us out on our deck.

I kept the remote to the DL2000 in my pocket and used it a few times, without my friend knowing it. It kept James on his toes as he finished his chores and prepared us dinner, consisting of broiled steak, carrots, corn on the cob and wild rice. He served us dinner and I made him eat with us and visit with my friend over dinner. James was man of few words and I could tell he was a little uneasy, afraid that somehow my friend would figure out what he was wearing under his clothes. She didn’t have a clue and she left shortly after dinner, while James was doing the dishes. She marveled at what a good hubby I have and told me so several times during her visit.

To top the night off right, I had my sissy-maid give me a massage on the massage table, still dressed in lingerie although I had him remove the street clothes, he was in panties, stockings and garter only, still wearing his chastity device and the DL2000 as he gave me a great massage. The poor dear was completely exhausted. I wanted to play with him, perhaps give him a spanking or take with my strap-on, but after the massage I simply wanted to relax on the couch and watch a little television. James hit the shower and retired to bed. A job well done by my sissy maid for the day.

Finding like-minded FemDom couples

Between 2001 and 2007, I advertised looking for like-minded FemDom couples. Elise had a section on her site where like-minded couples could communicate with each other. I began this search prior to starting my chapter of ClubFEM and I probably received three or four dozen replies from FemDom couples looking for like-minded people in the Mid-Atlantic area of the United States. The problem was none of the couples were close to where I lived. It seemed that everyone was spread out and it took a four, five, six hour drive (and sometimes even longer) to meet.

I guess it makes sense if you think about it. If you live in a large metropolitan area there are already avenues you can take to meet like-minded couples because most cities have BDSM and D/s groups. And there are sites like collarme.com and alt.com that provide personal ads for the D&S lifestyle.

The couples who lived in more rural and secluded areas were the most likely to contact me because they were not looking for hardcore BDSM players but were seeking a discreet FemDom couple to share ideas with and perhaps “play” with from time to time. That’s what I was looking for.

We probably met two dozen couples in a seven year period. Sometimes we drove to meet them, sometimes they traveled to meet us, and there were a few instances where we met a couple halfway. The initial meeting was always at a restaurant or a nice bar. About half the time we never saw the couple again after that initial meeting. This was due to a variety of reasons. Either the distance was just too darn far or there just wasn’t enough chemistry to pursue future relations. Sometimes a couple kept in touch through e-mail to share ideas and ask questions but they had no interested in “playing” with us.

Then there were the couples that we did “play” with. They were definitely a mixed bag. Not every experience was fulfilling and some were downright frustrating. My husband and I met people from all economic, political and social backgrounds.

One of the lessons I learned through these experiences was that very often it was the submissive husband who made the initial contact with me, pretending to be his wife. There were men who couldn’t wait to meet another FemDom couple but their wives were not as enthused. I picked up on this almost immediately when I talked to the wife over the phone. Some of these women were literally dragged kicking and screaming by their husbands into this lifestyle.

One of the more pleasant surprises I had was when I met Lady Jane and her husband, Steve. They were from North Carolina. I suspected Steve was the one who initially corresponded with me, pretending to be his wife. And when I talked with Jane over the phone, she was a woman of few words. I figured this was going to be another situation where the wife’s heart was not into meeting another FemDom couple but she was going along to appease her husband. 

Jane and Steve drove five hours to meet us at a local restaurant. They originally said they were going to be passing through our town and wanted to know if we could meet them. We agreed but they later admitted (after dinner) they had driven the five hours for the sole purpose of meeting us. It’s astonishing what some people will do to meet like-minded FemDom couples.

What became apparent during dinner was that Jane was indeed dominant and in charge of her marriage. Jane and Steve were about ten to fifteen years older than James and I. Jane was a school teacher and Steve ran his own business (or at least that is what they told us). Jane was a full-figured lady with a very pretty and youthful face for a woman in her early fifties. Steve was tall with a slender albeit athletic build. Jane was the opposite than she was over the phone. She was very talkative at the restaurant and she conveyed a serious and strict demeanor toward Steve.

After dinner, we went to the parking lot and sat in their SUV so we could all talk more freely. That is when Jane told us that Steve was a sissy and she referred to him as Stephanie. I felt very comfortable around this couple but my husband was a little uneasy as the conversation was almost entirely about Steve’s life as Jane’s sissy. I have always enjoyed the occasional forced feminization session with James because I could tell he felt humiliated by the process.

James has never been comfortable around men dressed as sissies, for whatever reason, but I have always loved being around sissies. The first time I attended a BDSM event I thought the sissies were adorable. I wanted one. I didn’t necessarily want my husband to be one but I have always wanted a sissy to serve me domestically. It isn’t feasible right now with the location of our house, our family situation and our overall lifestyle but in the future I still wouldn’t mind adding a sissy to my household, even if it’s on a part-time basis.

A few days after our dinner with Jane and Steve, Jane wrote me and invited James and I down to spend a weekend at their place. James was against it but I overruled him. I wanted to witness this couple in the comfort of their own home setting.

We eventually made the drive down south. Jane and Steve had a lovely home in the country and they put us up in a beautifully decorated guest room. We arrived late Friday night so all we did that night was talk, and not about FemDom. We talked about their house and the place they lived and their plans to retire within the next few years. It was all very pleasant. We were weary from the drive so we went to bed a couple hours after our arrival. But the next day was a different story.

I got up first and I found out that Steve was no more.  He was Stephanie and he was wearing a sissy maid outfit and a blonde wig as he prepared our breakfast. Stephanie was adorable with smooth, shaven legs, wearing white stockings and a black and white PVC maid outfit. Stephanie was actually a prettier woman than Steve was a handsome man. I never would have thought that night at the restaurant that such a tall, athletic looking man could be so cute as a woman. But he was.

Stephanie waited on and pampered me and Jane all weekend long. He was a real Susie homemaker. We had a tea party where he served me and Jane cookies and tea. He cooked all three meals each day and they were fantastic. He gave us foot rubs, foot baths and foot massages.

The biggest challenge I had was James. What was I going to do with my husband? Jane wanted me to feminize him so he could join Stephanie in serving us. She even showed me Stephanie’s sissy wardrobe and said I could pick out an outfit for my hubby. I was tempted but I knew James would embarrass himself because he was nowhere close to being the homemaker that Stephanie was. James is a great submissive, very loyal and obedient, and I’ve domesticated him but I’ve never trained him to be on par with a sissy like Stephanie. That’s why I want my own sissy. They are different than a submissive husband. Sissies thrive at serving their Mistress in a domestic setting. A submissive husband can be trained to be a good cook, to do chores and to be a wonderful obedient servant around the house. But there is something special in a genuine sissy’s sexual DNA when it comes to domestic servitude. 

Instead of feminizing my husband that afternoon at Jane’s house, I ordered him to strip naked and I had him wear a pair of my panties. I brought along a slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs so I made him put those on and I attached a leash to his collar. I made James knell on the floor beside me and watch as I was pampered by Stephanie. I also did some objectification by using James as my footstool or drink holder. When Stephanie gave me a foot massage, my feet were resting comfortably on my husband’s back.

Saturday night Jane showed me how she disciplines her sissy. Jane and I changed into leather. We both put on leather pants and Jane added a leather halter top and leather gloves to her outfit. I had brought a leather corset but I didn’t feel like going through the ordeal of having James lace it up. Besides, it was humid, even with the AC on. So I settled on wearing a leather bra with no top.

Jane took us down to a room in their basement which had some discipline and bondage furniture such as a spanking bench and a sling. Jane had a nice collection of whips, paddles and canes. Stephanie changed into a pink sissy outfit with a frilly skirt.

Jane strapped him across the bench and began to cane her sissy while we watched. She had him crying and screaming in no time, and he did it in his most feminine sissy voice, a voice that Jane had trained him to use during his discipline sessions. I swear he sounded like a little girl with the way he squealed with each stroke of Jane’s cane. Jane handed me the cane and she watched as I continued his discipline.

Jane’s husband was the main focus of our discipline but we had a great time dominating both men and we broke out the strap-ons and did some double Domming on both husbands. After we were done dominating our husbands, Jane and I retired to the living room where our men served us snacks and drinks. It was a lovely evening.

Stephanie pampered me and Jane all day on Sunday afternoon. We left Sunday evening and James admitted to me on the ride home that he had enjoyed himself. Not that it mattered because I really had a great time with this couple. Jane and her sissy husband were wonderful hosts and I thought that weekend would be the beginning of many future trips to visit our new friends.

Unfortunately, we never made it back. We kept in touch and we were scheduled to visit them again the following summer but the plans fell through. Jane really wanted to meet another couple where the husband was also a sissy. They eventually met another couple where the husband was a sissy and they began to play with them. Jane and I stopped communicating but I will never forget that memorable weekend we spent at their place.

Maybe I will share some of my other favorite adventures with FemDom couples in future posts.