Sissy Maid Husband Stories

Sissy Maid Husband Stories
Even if you enjoy having one, you should hold him in some contempt.
(When I have my sissy all dressed up I like to just look at him and shake my head. I like to let him know he is less than a man.)
I never have sex with him when he is as sissy.
I never allow him complete masculine attire.
Once a sissy has worn panties he will always wear panties.
A sissy should get his nails professionally done every two weeks.
A sissy, when allowed to wear pants must wear ladies pants.
A sissy must only wear pretty shoes.
A sissy need's some make up at all times.
A sissy should be shown to other women
(Your power over him should be demonstrated in public.)
A sissy should wear a bra at all times.
A sissy must accept the fact that, as a healthy woman you will need sex from a man.
A sissy must be gracious to your men friends.
If the sissy is humiliated around your friends he will just have to tough it out.
(A little humiliation from your friends builds character in a sissy)
A sissy should be dressed as a child from time to time to reinforce your control over him.
If a man spends the night, he should expect to have pressed slacks, ironed shirt and polished shoes presented to him by the sissy.
A sissy must learn to give a good foot rub. Your men friends might enjoy one too after a hard day.
A sissy must learn to control erections and ejaculations, even if that means the wearing of a chastity device.
A sissy never questions your orders.
A sissy must look down in your presence.
When wearing a dress it is up to you whether the sissy passes as a woman or not.
(I often enjoy my sissy’s discomfort when I don’t allow passing)
(I cook sometimes because I like to)
A punishment should be painful and be humiliating at the same time.
Any opening in the sissy’s body is for your pleasure.
These are just some random thoughts I wrote down while watching my husband clean the house. He will be taking his bath soon and will be wearing "men’s " clothing when he finishes. I put men’s in quotation marks because nothing that he wears is really men’s. Today he will wear white nylon panties and a sanitary pad, a white bra with B cup forms in the cups, women’s faded blue jeans over stockings, Bass burgundy penny loafers, a white silk tee tucked in to the jeans and a brown and silver belt, in his pierced ears diamond studs, a silver chain and pendant, rings and bracelets and a women’s watch, his nails are done his hair will be worn up, and he will be without make up today and he will of course carry his purse. He knows this look is very sissy and the humiliation is somewhat intense for him. He also knows from past experience that any protest will only make things worse for him. The last time he complained about the penny loafers being too feminine I made him wear black patent Mary Janes. When he said the jeans were too short and showed too much shoe I put him in Capri’s. So now he has learned to just wear what he has been given and be thankful. His life really isn’t all bad, he has other sissy friends and he is taking a adult dance class with some ladies. He says he hates that because they all tease him about his clothes and shoes, but I think he secretly likes it. I have promised him that I would find a male for him to have sex with. Oh he gets all panicked about that and flutters around saying NO NO Mistress not that!! But I know that’s just an act. Besides he needs to learn what men like sexually. I would love to see him on his knees for the right man. Despite his protesting I think it would be good for him. He protested about having my mother see him all dressed up but he lived through it. She does have a mean streak though and when she takes him for a weekend he can be sure of spending some time in one of his little girl party dresses. She likes to dress him all up and take him to meet her friends then go to lunch. I almost feel sorry for the big silly thing but hey, if mom likes it why the hell not? Well I have rambled on long enough I have a date tonight and when the sissy is out of the bathroom I need to get dressed.

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« on: April 10, 2007, 07:56:29 PM »
I was married to Michelle for 5 years. I have to admit that our time together was, for her, unpleasant. You see, to begin with, I am very un-endowed (is that a real word?) with a p_nis that is about 2 inches when soft, and only about 4 inches when erect. I was, therefore, unable to provide her with adequate sexual satisfaction. That does not mean that we never had sex. We actually had two children together, but she got no enjoyment out of it. And yes, we did do oral and we did use toys, but pleasure from real intercourse was also important to her, and in this department, I was unable to deliver. Michelle probably could have lived with this deficiency if I wasn't also into being so submissive. I really liked it when she would make fun of me for my size and treat me like her little boy instead of her husband. I wanted her to scold me and spank me when I was naughty - even to put me into diapers as a punishment from time to time. Being the caring wife she was, she tried to do all of this, but she derived nothing from it and besides, she didn't like it either. In short, everything that turned me on was a turn-off for her. And so, I guess it was inevitable that she would decide, after nearly six years, to divorce me and find a real man. That was the start of my real problems. The divorce petition demanded that I not only pay generous child support (I would certainly have paid, but she demanded much more than any court would have ordered) but that I also give her a large alimony. The demands were, in my opinion, quite unreasonable, and I would have fought them if she hadn't put into her petition all of the sordid details about our sex life. Not only did her affidavit go into excruciating detail about my sexual inadequacies, she also spared no detail about my desire to be treated like a little boy. She revealed how she would keep me hairless, how she would make me wear little boy clothes, and how she would take me over her knee and spank me when I misbehaved. All this, she argued, was at my insistence, and it was her primary reason for wanting out of the marriage. Needless to say I was mortified. Not only did her lawyer know all about me now, so did my own lawyer as would the judge who would have to read the petition and authorize the divorce. The last thing I wanted was for us to have a trial which would be public and during which I would have to submit to a very embarrassing cross examination. And so, I agreed to all of her demands. Within six months, Michelle had found another man. John could not have been more opposite than I. He is tall, 6' 3" and well built. I assume that he is also well endowed. He is also a take charge, no nonsense kind of guy, even dominant. They married and she and our two children moved in with him. In the meantime, I had great difficulty keeping up the financial end of our divorce "agreement", falling behind in my payments. The stress of the divorce and everything else finally began to catch up with me and the quality of my work suffered to the point that I was let go from my job at the bank. Now I couldn't even make child support payments. I suppose that I could have asked a judge to order a lower amount, but this seemed unfair to my kids and would have necessitated hearings where all of the other issues were sure to arise. And so, I decided to visit Michelle and John to discuss matters with them. Our meeting was a disaster. Don't get me wrong, they were both polite, but they were also absolutely inflexible. No amount of pleading on my part made a difference. They were determined to not change the terms of our divorce agreement on iota and they made it clear that they would be taking me to court to enforce them. I left their home devastated, not knowing where to turn. And then, out of the blue, Michelle called me the next day and said that she and John had had a long talk about my predicament and were prepared to offer me a way out. She told me to be at their house a 7 pm that evening and they would outline their proposal. When I arrived, John answered the door and told me to wait for him and Michelle in the living room. I was a little surprised that he was instructing me rather than inviting me, but let it pass. After about 10 minutes, the two entered and sat opposite me on the couch. Michelle began the conversation by revealing that she and John had devised a plan that would be beneficial to everyone if I agreed. She wanted to return to school to finish her degree, she explained, but was unable to do so because it would mean hiring a nanny/housekeeper - something that they could not afford to do right now. If I agreed to take on that role, she and John would be prepared to let me live in their home and would forego any further child support payments or alimony. I would get room and board and a small stipend and the children would be able to see me more regularly. I was dumbstruck. I had never considered such a situation and had to admit that all things considered, it made a lot of sense and I told them so. "Not so fast sonny boy," John interjected. Sonny boy? I looked at John and then back to Michelle. "Yes, well there is more to it than that," she said. Michelle then went on to explain that she had been completely open with John about the reasons for our divorce. He had read all of the doc-uments and the two had spoken at great length about me and my proclivities. To say that I was instantly embarrassed would be a huge understatement. Of course, I shouldn't have been surprised. Naturally they would have discussed all of this before marrying. But to have it all out in the open like this, suddenly, with no indication of what was coming, was quite something else. My mouth went dry, my pulse quickened and I started to sense a butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. Where was this going I asked myself? I didn't have to wait to find out. It was John's turn to talk. "Steve, this arrangement we are discussing is not a zero-sum gain for us. If you or your work is inadequate, we cannot simply fire you because you will then have no job to pay Michelle what you owe her and we will have no money to afford a replacement." "I don't understand," I lied, knowing full well what was coming next. "So rather than firing you when you slip up, we have decided that you will be disciplined," John explained. "Disciplined??" I stammered. "Spanked," Michelle cut in. "That's right," said John. “In fact, this job should be a dream come true for you because for it to work, you must agree to be treated just like the little boy you have clearly always wanted to be. You will be expected to discharge all of your duties like an adult, but you will be under our complete control like a child." For a moment I was tongue tied. I didn't know what to say. Then, just like when Michelle and I were married, my adrenaline and hormones began to get the better of me. Like a moth attracted to a flame, I couldn't resist delving more and more into the details of what they were proposing, all the while knowing that the more I did, the more I would become ensnared. "What do you mean when you say 'under your control like a child'?" I asked. "It's really quite simple," Michelle explained. "We will decide what clothes you wear, who your friends are, what you eat, what time you go to bed... everything that parents decide for little children. And when you disobey, you will be punished accordingly." "And that means all the time, everywhere," said John. "Don't worry; we won't go out of our way to humiliate you. For example, no loving parent would ever spank their children in the mall..." "Except maybe for a smack on the bottom," Michelle interjected. "Well, yes, maybe a swat or two if deserved. But my point is that Steve, if he agrees to this, will not need to worry that this will turn into a public humiliation fest. That's not the point. The point is for him to accept our authority over him at all times - even if that WERE to mean having his pants taken down in a crowded mall." I gulped. "What about the children?" I asked. "You mean would you be punished in front of the children? Not gratuitously," said John. "But we are not about to promise that it will never happen. Besides, all of this is really in your hands, isn't it? If you do as your told, and act as you should, you will never discover what we are prepared to subject you to in terms of discipline, will you?" He had a point. All the same, something was telling me to run away from this deal as fast as possible. But how could I? It real was the perfect arrangement. I got a job, Michelle would be able to go back to school, and I would no longer have to pay support or alimony and would have a roof over my head to boot. And so what if I had to endure a little teasing and play from time to time at the hands of Michelle and her new husband. To be sure, it was embarrassing to be in this position, but it was what I liked. I agreed. "OK. We are going to write a contract that each of us will sign," said John. "Be here Saturday morning at 9 am and we'll finalize everything." I stood up and thanked them both for their time, saying that I hoped this would all work out. I then left to go home and start making plans for my new life. End of part one. Continue?

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« Reply #1 on: April 20, 2007, 03:20:58 PM »
Part 2 was posted as a new story in a new thread instead of here where it belongs so I moved it. MOVED POST Under the control of my ex wife and her new husband StevieR. Joined: 10 Apr 2007 Saturday morning arrived as it always did. I woke up, showered, shaved and dressed and headed over to John and Michelle’s on the bus. As I arrived at their house 10 minutes early I noticed another car in the driveway that I didn’t recognize. I climbed the front step and rang the door bell. “Well, well, well,” Michelle commented upon opening the door. “I really wasn’t sure that you would go for this. Well, come in then, the others are in the dining room.” Others? I entered the front hall and started toward the dining room. “Stop right there!” Michelle ordered. “Take your shoes off and place them neatly at the door!” Her manner was sweet, but firm. Sheepishly, I bent over to untie my shoes and quickly removed them and placed them where I was told. I then proceeded to where the “others” were and was taken aback to find a woman sitting with John. Sue Rodriguez! Ten years my junior and Michelle’s crack lawyer. What was she doing here? “Steve, you’re a little early,” observed John. “I suppose you’re anxious to get started,” he added with a smile. “You remember my lawyer Sue Rodriguez?” Michelle piped as she followed behind me. “Umm – Yes, of course I do,” I answered. Michelle sat with the others at the table. The three stared at me expectantly. “Well?” Michelle demanded. “Well what?” I was genuinely confused. “Well, is that the way you greet a guest in our house? Where are your manners?” Oh brother, I thought. Being a generally polite person, I would certainly have greeted Sue, if not warmly, then at least respectfully. She was largely the author of my legal downfall, after all, so I could hardly have been expected to give her a hug and a kiss. Now that Michelle had made an issue out of it, however, there was no way that I could say anything friendly without seeming that I was doing so because I had been scolded. I short, just being civil would be embarrassing. Nevertheless, I was determined to make this work. “Ahh, of course,” I spoke up. “Where are my manners? Good morning Sue, it’s so nice to see you again.” The three looked at one another before John spoke up. “Steve, that’s a fib if I ever heard one, but it’s a small one and quite understandable in the circ-umstances, so we’ll let it pass…this time.” “However,” he continued, “We don’t think that it’s appropriate for you to address adults so informally unless they say you can. In short, it’s not ‘Sue’ to you, but ‘Mrs. Rodriguez’. Is that clear?” Ouch! I suppose I had to expect this rule, but I really didn’t expect to be taken down a few pegs so quickly, especially in front of someone else – someone that John and Michelle must have known I had very little regard for. They really mean business, I thought to myself. Did I? I quickly surmised that this was a test – my last chance to back out of our verbal agreement before it became a formal matter of record. I hesitated for half a moment. “Well?” Michelle asked, her eyebrow raised. I made my decision. “Your right,” I answered turning to Sue. “I’m sorry for being impolite Mrs. Rodriguez. Please forgive me.” There are many people out there who don’t understand how powerful a stimulant humiliation can be. A delicious wave of embarrassment, combined with growing anxiety over what the future held. I was definitely trapped. “Good,” said John. “Now sit down, we’ve had Mrs. Rodriguez draw up some doc-uments that you will need to go over and sign. She will witness your signature and sign them as well.” I sat at the table and began to read the contract that had been prepared for me: Agreement between Steven Richardson, hereinafter referred to as SR and John and Michelle Leclair, hereinafter referred to as JML. Where as SR is in default of his separation and divorce agreements with my former wife, Michelle Leclair, and whereas lacks the resources to fulfill his obligations under the terms of said agreements, SR and JML agree as follows: 1. Effective immediately, SR will be employed by JML in the position of domestic servant and caregiver to the children. Duties in this capacity will be determined and assigned as needed by either one of JML or their duly appointed representative. 2. In consideration of these services, JML agree to provide SR full room and board including all necessities such as clothing, toiletries, etc, it being clearly understood that the nature of all such items will be determined exclusively by JML or their duly appointed representative. 3. Subject to the rules of discipline (see below) JML agree to provide SR with a weekly allowance consistent with his relationship with them. 4. SR understands and acknowledges that, pursuant to this agreement, he will submit to ALL decisions of JML or their duly appointed representative. For the purpose of clarification, the relationship between SR and JML is to be similar to the relation
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