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

sometimes fun and sometimes just hard work pleasing the lady of the house

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Wednesday this week my wife decided it was time for me to wash my complete underwear collection and she would review it when the job was completed. It was a warm sunny day so good for drying. I laid everything out on the sunroom table ready for inspection when the front doorbell rang. I then heard voices and my wife was accompanied by her friend Kryss who was taking her out to lunch but first I had to make them both tea whilst the lingerie inspection took place. Kryss was very polite as ever but remarked at how old fashioned my underwear is to which my wife responded with that I’m getting to be an old maid and my clothing suits the age I aspire to and it is quite obvious that the clothing is mine as no real woman would be seen dead wearing long legged pants and lots of frills the way I do. Kryss laughed and then the two ladies finished their tea and went out to lunch leaving me to put away my vintage collection and continue to clean the house.

Such is the life of a sissy maid.

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A day of maid service to my wife with a great deal of cleaning completed. Then at 6:00 pm after cooking dinner I was released into male mode to go to a football match. Now back home and my wife’s favourite uniform together with a red gingham apron has been laid out ready for the morning. Switching from maid to male and quickly back again kind of messes with your head!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“Maid Monday” is a regular event in our household but it is rare for me to be in uniform two days running. however, my wife’s mother invited the two of us for lunch yesterday and apparently needed some assistance and so my wife told me to “pack my bag” which could only mean one thing. When we arrived, my mother in law gave my wife a shopping list for groceries (well at least she didn’t send me) and then showed me to the guest room to get changed. Once ready it was clear that she had been doing a lot of washing of sheets and towels and my job was to peg them on the clothes line and later gather them in. It is still pretty warm here so drying time was less than an hour. during the drying time I was asked to prepare lunch and I duly obliged with a mushroom and spinach risotto as they both love many types of mushrooms. As the sheets dried, I took them off the washing line and was helped to fold them before I spent most of the afternoon ironing bed linen; not something we do often these days as we have fitted sheets but Ms Margaret has the older style and being cotton they get very creased and needed a good hot iron. That took most of the afternoon but she seemed pretty happy with my work and remarked to my wife that she is lucky to have a good housekeeper before dismissing me and I was allowed to return home in male mode. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

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it was a rainy day yesterday and my wife was going to an afternoon function not far from her mother’s house. I was told that Margaret, my mother- in -law required some help that suited my talents and to “pack my uniform”. I have become familiar with this routine over the past few months so quickly packed a fairly conservative uniform and a simple headpiece before getting in the car. At least I wasn’t travelling in uniform and on show to the world at large. My wife quickly left whilst I was getting changed and then I was summoned to a less used room in the house and my mother in law told me she would very much appreciate all her brass ornaments being polished. I haven’t seen stuff like this for years and had forgotten how hard it was to keep brass shiny and clean without dust. Three hours later and I was still cleaning a pair of brass candle holders when my wife returned and she was in a hurry so I had to quickly finish polishing and then get in the car still in uniform. Upon returning home, she thanked me for helping her mother so well and ordered a foot bath and massage which made late afternoon so much more enjoyable for both of us. Such is the life of a sissy maid.

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Before we had a more modern rotary clothes line, we had three posts in our garden with a line running between them used as a washing line. This week (when in male mode) my wife asked me to rig up a new line as we were going to use it. I duly complied. Yesterday she messaged me whilst visiting her mother letting me know she required maid service upon return. I was ready and prepared her a Spanish omelette for lunch. Afterwards she told me that it was time to use the line and she helped me carry one of many rugs outside and together we hung it over the old style line . She then produced one of those old fashioned rug beaters that presumably came from her mother’s house and told me my job was to give the rug a good beating to get the dust out as it has been causing her to sneeze. I set to work, just happy that the weather has finally turned cooler but after about 10 minutes I was interrupted by the lady next door who must have recognised me and came and said hello and complimented me on my uniform. She asked if I’d like to hang her washing out when I was finished with the rug and when I politely declined saying that I had lots of jobs to do, she laughed and suggested that maybe my wife was going to show me that the rug beater could have more than one use and then she went off and hung her washing out to dry. Acutely embarrassing but at least my wife was happy with my work .

Such is the life of a sissy maid.

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My wife appears to be branching out, no doubt encouraged by her mother. She arrived home at lunchtime with three new plastic bowls the same as the one we have in the laundry. This afternoon she invited good friend Kryss, her mother and Mrs Machon for a card school and afternoon tea. They decided on a break from playing cards and my wife announced that her maid would be bathing everyone’s feet for them and massaging some fairly plain cream into them to help prevent heel cracking and similar. Naturally I obliged and spent about 15 minutes on each guest. My wife insisted I remain wearing gloves so that there was a much softer touch on everyone’s feet. Meanwhile, they just drank sparkling wine, talked and giggled a lot.

Such is the life of a sissy maid.