Life and times of a part-time sissy maid to my wife

Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Another dancing night for my wife, leaving behind a long list of duties for the maid. It is winter time now but quite mild and I was allowed to select which uniform I wore for the evening. However, my wife always insists on tights and knickerbocker type of panties as she insists her maid needs to be modest. I chose a short black skirt with a nice flouncy petticoat but should have known it would not fully meet with her approval and after inspecting my cleaning, receiving a 30 minute foot treatment and supper my wife told me to prepare for a bottom warming session for (as she put it) “since you like flashing your knickers so much, you can flash them to my brush” and so the evening ended with 12 hard strokes across my ruffled behind. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Sunday was a busy day in our household. I thought it was just going to be mistress and maid day but then my wife told me to get in the car as we were going to her mum’s place. It turned out she was having an afternoon gathering and it was to be some kind of pizza party and guess who had to make the pizzas? To be fair, I was helped in no small way by my wife’s friend Kryss who laid them out for my wife to inspect. Fortunately for me, after I completed the cooking and cleaned up the kitchen, I was driven home which isn’t far and I was left to get on with an afternoon of housework whilst the ladies enjoyed the fruits of my labour back at Ms Margaret’s place. Still, at least I wasn’t made to stay behind and serve her guests and suffer further embarrassment. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Wednesday this week was quite a slog. It became mistress and maid day late afternoon as my wife wanted dinner prepared before she went to her dance classes. Before she left I was handed my work sheet listing all the jobs to be completed whilst she was out. There was the bathroom to clean, the kitchen, and the floor to scrub, vacuuming, dusting the ornamnets and tidying up the computer room which was made messy by myself when in male mode. Finally there were instructions for her arrival home which is not unusual. The usual foot bath and massage after serving her with a cup of tea and a snack. I didn’t manage all of the cleaning though and although she was very happy with the attention to her tired feet and the tea and crumpet, when she inspected my work she found fault with quite a few things and ordered me to fetch the cane. I was somewhat surprised as she always speaks out against the use of a cane. As it turned out, when I had “assumed the position” with dress and petticoats raised, she declared that she just wanted me to understand my shortcomings; and that although another mistress might administer a good caning she would still be using the old trusted clothes brush and she proceeded to warm my bottom with 12 hard whacks that kept me warm for the next few hours. She was upset with me as the job I had neglected was to light the fire. I had totally forgotten as I was very warm whilst working away at my duties. My pink uniform is quite heavy and a layered petticoat, corselette and tights as well as gloves for most chores is plenty of clothing to stay warm even on a cool night like we are now experiencing. Consequently, lighting the fire was totally forgotten and so I paid the price. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Mother’s Day last Sunday. My wife invited her friend Kryss together with her mother and Mrs Machon for afternoon tea. However, the four ladies went for an afternoon walk along the local river whilst I prepared sandwiches and tea cakes. They were out quite a bit longer than they planned and were quite tired upon returning and my wife’s mother thought it would be a good idea for me to demonstrate my massage skills that I have acquired from attending a couple of remedial massage courses. Whilst Ms Margaret and Mrs Machon opted for a warm soapy foot bath, I duly massaged my wife’s legs (nothing more). Kryss decided she would have a turn after and thanked me for my efforts which were as professional as possible. After giving my mother in law and Mrs Machon a foot rub and drying their feet I served afternoon tea to the four ladies who all appeared to enjoy the attention they received in our household this year for Mother’s Day. Such os the life of a sissy maid.

This weekend is Mother’s Day here in Australia and my wife and her mother thought we should donate to the Mother’s Day cake stall being run at our local school. When I say “we” , my mother in law decided it would be the maid making the cakes and her and my wife would deliver them as they would not want to have primary school children having to face a cross dressed maid (she is kind of thoughtful in that respect) Anyway, Ms Margaret supervised my cake making on Friday morning whilst my wife and friend Kryss were out together. When they came home I was required to serve them tea and show them the fruits of my labour for what was a long morning. One chocolate mud cake, two sponge cakes and a carrot cake that I was particularly pleased about. I had to change into a new apron and gloves to serve as there were chocolate stains over the original ones. They are in soak and will be washed on Sunday I imagine when mum’s here get the day off but I will be a busy maid serving wife and mother in law so I’m told. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Yesterday my wife spent the morning with her friend Kryss whilst her mother spent the morning supervising my chores. Ms Margaret commented that my uniform looked a bit tardy and when I had finished vacuuming she told me to get all of my uniforms and accompaniments and she inspected them one by one and told me to put one pink dress and quite a few aprons in the washing machine along with gloves, socks and a few other bits and pieces. Naturally, the final job was to hang them on the clothesline and it was just my luck that our neighbour was in the garden collecting her washing at the same time. she was most amused at the range of aprons I was hanging and she came over for a bit of a chat or maybe to take a closer look. My mother in law was observing the whole time and captured the moment. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

It was Mistress and Maid Monday again this week and I was busy cleaning the floor in the hallway when the doorbell rang. My wife was in the shower and called out “that will be my passport arriving, please answer the door and sign for it”. I really didn’t have much choice with it being an important document but the nerves really started to jangle. She came out of the bathroom in her robe to watch me squirm as I opened the door to our regular postman who broke into a broad grin when he saw me. I have received parcels in maid mode from Amazon in the past but they use different people each time. This time was to receive from someone who I have spoken to many times when in male mode. He told me I had a lovely apron and the gloves looked good although it wasn’t cold enough really for gloves. I just signed , felt so embarrassed and got the door shut as fast as possible but my wife thought nothing of it when I handed her the small packet. She said that if I was going to be her maid, it just formed part of the normal duties. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

It is Wednesday evening here and my wife has gone to her usual dancing classes for the evening but has kindly left me an evening’s worth of chores to do. It seems she has really got the hang of being the mistress of the house now and I need to knuckle down and get on with the jobs or the evening will no doubt not end well although she has put down for a foot massage upon return. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Last week I used my wife’s car whilst mine was being serviced and unfortunately took it through a couple of very dusty areas and it came back looking slightly the “worse for wear”. My wife said not to worry as we would clean it on Sunday the same as many around the neighbourhood who are either busy in the garden or out walking with their children or their dogs. Sunday morning arrived and so did my wife’s mother who interrupted our mistress and maid morning. She also commented on the state of my wife’s car that was parked on the driveway and suggested that the maid should be the one to clean it whilst my wife enjoyed a day of rest. Mistress thought that was a great idea and so ordered a pot of tea and took it to the front yard and sat and supervised whilst I removed all the grime from her vehicle. I wasn’t even permitted to change my gloves as she said I would look better in full uniform. There were a few strange looks and smirks from passers by but nobody actually commented on our domestic scene. After I had finished it was time to make lunch for wife and mother in law. A very tiring and stressful morning. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

The days are getting cooler now so it’s on with a full uniform and today my wife was going out for the day and so she left me under the watchful eye of her mother. My job was cleaning the glass panels on our sunroom both inside and out. I was on display to our neighbour too but she just waved and shouted “hi there sissy maid” She has seen me a few times now and I don’t believe there will be much in the way of consequences. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

It isn’t all about getting into uniform, fluffing your petticoats and admiring yourself in the mirror. sometimes it is just sheer hard work. This evening after I served dinner my wife went to her usual Wednesday night dance and my job for the evening was scrubbing floors starting in the hallway and working my way through the house. That’s an awful lot of tiles although the master bedroom is carpeted. I’m just thankful we have a single storey house or I’d have been working all night. Still the evening was broken up when she returned and I made and served supper and then bathed and massaged her tired post dancing feet the way a good maid should do and she has gone to bed a happy mistress. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

My weekend was spent in male mode working at my wife’s mother’s house constructing a raised garden bed and filling it with a mixture of compost and soil. In our house we have mistress and maid Monday quite regularly but yesterday was a bit different as after I served my wife breakfast and had washed and dried the dishes etc I was told we were heading over to Margaret’s house (her mother) . When we arrived I was handed several punnets of seedlings of winter vegetables and told they needed planting. Naturally I set to work whilst my wife and mother in law sat and drank tea. I’m glad to say it was one of the easier tasks I’ve been given lately and there were no neighbours peering over the fence. My mother in law and my wife were satisfied with my work and my wife has promised a reward later in the week but will not tell me what she has in mind. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

Well I’m happy that Easter is over and I am now back home with my wife. A Long weekend at her mother’s house was really hard work. She had me cleaning inside and outside of the house for most of the weekend and on Easter Sunday I found out why she bought me four different coloured pairs of gloves. Ms Margaret was entertaining a couple of friends and a different pair of gloves had to be worn each time I served any different dish or drink as one of her friends had a severe case of OCD I think and didn’t want dirty fingers or gloves handling her food and drink. Today I washed all the bed linen and towels and hung them all out to dry. My mother in law did not appear too happy with my efforts today and told me to pack my suitcase but to stay in uniform and I was a little bit surprised when my wife’s friend Kryss turned up in my wife’s car to collect me. I had to travel home in the passenger seat in uniform and Kryss decided to tease me pretty much all the journey home, mainly in relation to my uniform although it appears she knew what I had on under my dress and petticoats. The lady next door to Ms Margaret was out in the garden and came to wave goodbye and called out to me as the car pulled out of the driveway. So, it is good to be back home and tomorrow I will be back in male mode (I hope) but you can never be sure around these parts.

An Easter surprise. My wife announced yesterday she is going to spend Easter with her friend Kryss and and some other workmates at a holiday home along the south coast and that it is a girls weekend and (no that doesn’t include crossdressing maids). I am also getting a holiday spending time with her mother and yesterday afternoon, Margaret came around and surprised me with a gift of four pairs of shiny opera style gloves which she insisted I include in my suitcase to take back to her house. She then insisted on watching me pack my suitcase for the break and told me I would not be needing any male clothes for the duration except for the ones I would arrive and leave in. So, my case is all ready for later this week and plenty of aprons and all these gloves are packed. I have no idea what she has in store that requires the gloves but I guess I’ll find out in due course. I’m both excited at the prospect of being her maid for 4 days and also full of trepidation as I really don’t know what I’m in for.