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feel of nylon
against my skin. Truth of the matter is, this is something that I had been doing for many, many years, even before we were
married!
Cathy seemed to understand and even approve of my cross-dressing tendencies, and she began to buy me women’s clothes on occasion.
She got me several things for my birthday, including the skirt, blouse, and high heels that I am wearing right now. That night,
I did a real sexy fashion show for her and was too excited to even think of the possible uses she might make of the video
she took of me strutting around in my brand-new feminine garments.
A few months later, I found out that she had really set me up. One Friday night, she announced that my wearing panties and
all other things feminine was no longer going to be fun and games—it was going to be a way of life for me. I told her that
was not what I had in mind, but then she reminded me that she still had the video and could easily copy it and send it to
my clients if I didn’t do exactly as she said. But, to be honest, even though I put up an argument, secretly I was thrilled.
I loved the thought of being “made” to wear women’s clothes all of the time!
That was also the weekend I lost all of my body hair. And now my wife only calls me by my given name when we are out with
our friends. The rest of the time I am “Heather,” not only at home, but also when we are out in public alone. Just the other
day we were out shopping in a large drugstore and Cathy had a basket full of various things. When we got to the checkout,
she took out a couple of items and then turned to the cashier and said, “Since the rest is for Heather, I will let her pay
for it.” I turned bright red as the woman, with a big smile on her face, rang up lipstick, nail polish, polish remover, and
a large bottle of Nair. But Cathy was right; it was all for me.
Now I do my nails every Friday night, but if we go out, I can remove the polish. My toenails are bright red all the time,
however. Because of my painted toes and my hairless legs, I no longer go to the beach. But that’s okay—I’m just as happy staying
inside and doing things for Cathy.
It was right after the trip to the drugstore that she began requiring that I do all the chores. While I am busy around the
house, she’ll relax in a hot bubble bath or do the Sunday crossword puzzle. Then, when I am done, it’s time to take care of
her. She’s usually in bed at that time, flushed from her bath or frustrated from a particularly grueling puzzle. Still dressed
in my feminine attire, I kneel at her feet and give them a thorough massage. I make sure to pay sufficient attention to her
toes, rubbing and then kissing each one.
Cathy’s signal that she is ready for more attention is to rub the foot that isn’t in my hands over my crotch, which is throbbing
by that point. Taking care of her like this, especially while wearing women’s clothes, really turns me on. Luckily, there
is no unsightly bulge in my skirt because of the tightness of my panties and hose. I place her feet gently on the bed and
then slowly kiss my way up her legs, leaving red lipstick traces as I go.
When I get close to Cathy’s pussy, she wraps her legs around my torso and holds me tightly for what she knows is going to
be a very thorough session of cunnilingus. I lick and suck at her pink petals as she moans and groans, and when my tongue
finds her sensitive little button she really starts to writhe. She mashes her cunt against my mouth, urging me to eat her
harder, which I do. Then she comes, sending a torrent of juices into my mouth. I swallow them all and then lick her clean.
Before I became Cathy’s sissy maid, she would usually go down on me or we’d have sex after I’d brought her to orgasm with
my mouth. But no longer. Most days I’m lucky if she’ll give my cock a second glance. And after an entire day of being encased
in silky panties and tight
against my skin. Truth of the matter is, this is something that I had been doing for many, many years, even before we were
married!
Cathy seemed to understand and even approve of my cross-dressing tendencies, and she began to buy me women’s clothes on occasion.
She got me several things for my birthday, including the skirt, blouse, and high heels that I am wearing right now. That night,
I did a real sexy fashion show for her and was too excited to even think of the possible uses she might make of the video
she took of me strutting around in my brand-new feminine garments.
A few months later, I found out that she had really set me up. One Friday night, she announced that my wearing panties and
all other things feminine was no longer going to be fun and games—it was going to be a way of life for me. I told her that
was not what I had in mind, but then she reminded me that she still had the video and could easily copy it and send it to
my clients if I didn’t do exactly as she said. But, to be honest, even though I put up an argument, secretly I was thrilled.
I loved the thought of being “made” to wear women’s clothes all of the time!
That was also the weekend I lost all of my body hair. And now my wife only calls me by my given name when we are out with
our friends. The rest of the time I am “Heather,” not only at home, but also when we are out in public alone. Just the other
day we were out shopping in a large drugstore and Cathy had a basket full of various things. When we got to the checkout,
she took out a couple of items and then turned to the cashier and said, “Since the rest is for Heather, I will let her pay
for it.” I turned bright red as the woman, with a big smile on her face, rang up lipstick, nail polish, polish remover, and
a large bottle of Nair. But Cathy was right; it was all for me.
Now I do my nails every Friday night, but if we go out, I can remove the polish. My toenails are bright red all the time,
however. Because of my painted toes and my hairless legs, I no longer go to the beach. But that’s okay—I’m just as happy staying
inside and doing things for Cathy.
It was right after the trip to the drugstore that she began requiring that I do all the chores. While I am busy around the
house, she’ll relax in a hot bubble bath or do the Sunday crossword puzzle. Then, when I am done, it’s time to take care of
her. She’s usually in bed at that time, flushed from her bath or frustrated from a particularly grueling puzzle. Still dressed
in my feminine attire, I kneel at her feet and give them a thorough massage. I make sure to pay sufficient attention to her
toes, rubbing and then kissing each one.
Cathy’s signal that she is ready for more attention is to rub the foot that isn’t in my hands over my crotch, which is throbbing
by that point. Taking care of her like this, especially while wearing women’s clothes, really turns me on. Luckily, there
is no unsightly bulge in my skirt because of the tightness of my panties and hose. I place her feet gently on the bed and
then slowly kiss my way up her legs, leaving red lipstick traces as I go.
When I get close to Cathy’s pussy, she wraps her legs around my torso and holds me tightly for what she knows is going to
be a very thorough session of cunnilingus. I lick and suck at her pink petals as she moans and groans, and when my tongue
finds her sensitive little button she really starts to writhe. She mashes her cunt against my mouth, urging me to eat her
harder, which I do. Then she comes, sending a torrent of juices into my mouth. I swallow them all and then lick her clean.
Before I became Cathy’s sissy maid, she would usually go down on me or we’d have sex after I’d brought her to orgasm with
my mouth. But no longer. Most days I’m lucky if she’ll give my cock a second glance. And after an entire day of being encased
in silky panties and tight
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