Since the alarm went off at five o’clock this morning, I have showered and shaved, gotten dressed, thoroughly scrubbed the bathroom and done the kitchen floor on my hands and knees.

I have also cooked, served and cleaned up breakfast. Then I dusted and vacuumed both upstairs and downstairs. After changing the beds, I started the washing machine with the sheets and towels, and I have just finished ironing five blouses for Cathy. Writing this letter to you is my last assignment before lunch, but so far it has been a fairly typical Saturday.

As I sit here typing, I am wearing nylon panties and sheer pantyhose, a snug, high-waisted girdle, a long bra, a matching nylon camisole and half slip, a skirt, blouse and black pumps with three-inch heels. This is my usual attire for the weekend, unless Cathy decides that we are going out. Then I can swap the skirt and blouse for my own pants and shirt — more “normal” men’s clothes — but I still have to wear my feminine undergarments. I am allowed to put on regular socks over the pantyhose, as well as wear my own shoes. Oh, Cathy just reminded me to tell you that shaving on Saturday involves not just my face, but the rest of my body, from the neck down. Even my cock!

For the last six months, I have worn panties, hose and a panty girdle every day, with the additions on the weekend as noted previously. I have also had to wear very frilly baby-doll pajamas at night. How did I get into this fix? Cathy caught me wearing her panties and pantyhose one night when her business meeting was canceled and she came home about three hours earlier than expected. Given no other choice, I admitted that I had often tried on her things and got really aroused by the 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 just 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. 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 pantyhose, and especially after licking my wife to orgasm, my dick is aching with need. I know better than to touch it, though, because if I come without Cathy’s permission, she punishes me by ignoring my erection even longer, or taking away my pretty panties for a couple of days.

Last weekend, however, she decided to reward me for being her obedient little sissy. After she came down from her climax, she pulled me up onto the bed so that I was lying on my back. Then she eased down my panties and hose so that they banded around my thighs, the elastic that bit into my flesh a constant reminder that even though she was bringing me pleasure, I was still in my wife’s thrall.

I lay there, prone, as Cathy straddled my body so that my rigid cock was just an inch from the opening of her dripping-wet cunt. Then she eased down over my aching pole until I was buried deep inside her. It felt so good that I had to hold back from coming right away, because I knew it wouldn’t do to enjoy my orgasm before she had reached hers.

Cathy let out a long sigh when she hit bottom, and then she raised herself up so that only my cockhead was still enveloped by her cunt. Then she slid back down until her asscheeks once again rested on my thighs. Then it was once again back up, and she repeated this series of movements over and over, picking up speed as she went.

Grabbing my hand, she brought it to her pussy and moved it in a circular motion, indicating that she wanted me to rub her clitoris. I lay my hand flat against her mound and drew small circles over her tiny bud with my thumb as she continued to ride my cock. I could feel her clit pulsing beneath my thumb as she came again with a small cry, her pussy contracting around my shaft. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm, and Cathy must have seen the look of frustration on my face because between gasping breaths she barked out the word, “Now!”

My balls tensed and then exploded at her command, sending at least a week’s worth of pent-up come deep inside my wife’s cunt. She continued to fuck me throughout my eruption, and the warm cream dripped back down my spurting cock to coat my hairless balls. Cathy didn’t let up until I was done and her pussy had milked me completely dry. Then she got up off me and headed into the bathroom to straighten up.

Returning with a wet washcloth, she tossed it to me so that I could clean myself off. I wiped off my now-limp dick and pulled my panties and stockings back up. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare a little snack for Cathy as my weekend of being her very own panty slave resumed.