Sisgal's Sissy Place

"Well?" my wife asked after giving me a moment to look at her in the lingerie she was wearing.

"I..." I stammered, trying to find the right words. "The color suits you, and I like the way you have the panties over the garter belt." I lowered my eyes, conscious of my gaze, afraid to stare at her.

She smiled, obviously pleased. "What about the color do you like?" she asked.

"It brings out the blue in your eyes," I said.

"And why panties over my garter belt?"

I bit my lip. "Men...men don't know how a garter belt works," I said, "they...they need to be able to remove a woman's panties without any instructions."

"Remember the first time you wore a garter belt?" she asked. "You were confounded by it, weren't you? Trying to figure out how to place it, how to attach the stockings."

"Yes," I said.

"And now, you're better at putting on a garter belt and stockings than I am," she said.

"Monica..."

"Help me with my bra," she said, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, approaching her, carefully taking the band of her bra and fastening the clasp for her.

"The cups need adjusting," she said.

She turned, and hands shaking, I reached for the lace cups of her bra and carefully arranged her breasts in them. I didn't let my fingers linger, knowing that gawking at her, touching her, was forbidden.

"You're shaking," she said.

"No," I said, though it was obvious I was.

She looked down to my mid-section, smiled, looked back up. "You know that's staying locked until you've learned that a woman's body is not for you, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, my voice cracking slightly.

She reached out to me, her hand found the hem of my satin maid's uniform. "I know it's been a long time since you've been unlocked, but you admit it's better this way, don't you?"