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This is my contribution to the glory that is Fictionmania. Hope everyone likes it! A Maid's Diary, Part I By Connietgrrrl Friday, September... Dear Diary, I am on needles and pins, and butterflies in my stomach and...! Oh well, I am just nervous and excited all at once by my plan for tonight. I've spent all week getting ready. Good thing I had quit my job 2 months ago, because I needed the whole time to work up my nerve. I've wanted to tell my wife about my cross-dressing desires for years, but, afraid, have been such a complete sissy about doing it in front of her. That changes tonight, diary. I have my makeup ready to go, clothes, foundation garments, and my wig. I've washed my lingerie and wig, and have shaved my body. I couldn't be more ready. I hope it goes well... Sunday evening, September... Dear Diary, What a weekend! I'll just start from Friday night. After I served my wife her dinner and rubbed her shoulders, I suggested manicures and pedicures. As you know, diary, that's one of the fun things we do together. She agreed and we fixed our feet and painted our toes, then fingernails. As our nails were drying, I casually said, "On to makeup!" She looked over at me and asked, "Do you want me to show you how?" "How about I show you?" I said, trying to sound cool and excited at the same time. She looked at me quizzically, and it just all came out. "Yes, dear, I know lots and lots about makeup and bras and nylons and polish because I've been a crossdresser all my life." "Oh, really, and just why am I now learning this?" an angry look flashed on her face. "Because I thought you'd get mad, and I though I would be able to go through life not telling you, but, you see, I can't control it, and I have to tell you." I blurted it out, hoping to quell her temper. "Well, then, you better show me what you look like." She got up and walked upstairs to our bedroom. I took this as my cue to get dressed up. I got my makeup, shoes, lingerie, clothes and wig together in the spare room. I showered and shaved again, and got dressed in my gaff, bustier, breast forms, panties, nylons, a cute burgundy stretch velvet A-line dress, and some fun ankle boots with zippers up the side and 5" heels. I went with my favorite wig, a long blond, and after a good half hour in front of the makeup mirror, I was ready. I took a deep breath, one last admiring look in the mirror (hey, I look good!), and walked out to the living room. Candles were going everywhere, and my wife was on the couch wearing nothing but a black lace gown. 'Hi, honey, my name is Susan.' 'A Suzy, eh? Come over and model for me, Suzy.' I turned around for her, posed, and walked across the room a couple times. 'I see you've put some thought and money and practice into your getup.' 'Yes, I have, over the years.' 'Meanwhile, the house isn't cleaned and I have to cook my own breakfast!' I didn't know what to say, I just tried to avoid her eyes, and waited. 'Jesus, what a sissy! Go make me a gin and tonic, I need to think.' I did as she ordered. When I came back with her drink, she took a sip, nodded, and said, 'Yummy, very tasty. How about you eat my pussy.' She parted her gown and slid back on the couch a bit, her hairy pussy waiting for me. I was in heaven as my fondest fantasies seemed to be coming true. I knelt down and kissed and licked and sucked away until she came a few times and she pushed my head away. "Good job, Suzy, go and fix your face." That took a little while and when it was all back in place, I went out to the living room. She had gone into the spare room and had found all my clothes and wigs and shoes and a couple toys, as well. Glancing at my face, she said, 'Take off your dress.' I did and she removed the bra inserts from my bustier cups and attached my nipple clamps to my nipples. "Now take off this bustier, I want to see you in this corset, it should really help your figure. I don't understand why you didn't wear it first anyway." I got it on, and she really pulled the back laces tight, more than I've ever been able to do. She left the room and came back in a couple minutes with some old nylons while I was at the mirror staring at my new figure, front, back and side, very nice! With the old hose she tied me, spread-eagled to the guest bed, she blindfolded me with more nylons. I heard her rummaging in one of my boxes, then say, "Yes!" I then felt her pinch my nose together with two finger, when I opened my mouth to breath, I felt my pink ball gag shoved into my mouth and secured rather tightly behind my head, then nothing. I heard her walk away and the door shut. No sexual relief or even any extra teasing. I eventually fell asleep, but every time I tried to shift my position, I would be reminded of my spread-eagled predicament. It was very exciting, and I was actually looking forward to the next day, despite the somewhat negative tone in her voice. My plan had worked, to some extent, but now it seemed kind of out of my control... On Saturday morning, I heard her moving about the house, then I heard her leave! With me still tied to the bed, Diary! I kind of had to pee! When she did come home, after what seemed like ages, I heard her open the door to the guest room. She undid my gag. But before I could say a thing like, "Please untie me, I need to pee", she gave me this huge French kiss and started rubbing her hands on my corseted body, between my legs, over my gaffed genitals, rubbing my pubic area. Then pressing until I was so turned on that my bladder released and I peed in my gaff and panties despite trying so hard to hold it. 'Oh, did Suzy cum? with her dickie all tucked away like a girl? Let me see.. Wait, this isn't cum, its piss! Jesus, you are such a sissy! Here I am trying to give you a little pleasure, and you go and pee all over the bed. Some thanks!' I was squirming in my warm pee spot, trying to think of something to say, but all I could think of was." Sorry, Kate, I had to pee so..." "Shut up, Suzy, I hate excuses!!" She untied me and ordered me to get cleaned up, as she was hungry and wanted some lunch. I got up and took some quick steps getting out of there. "Suzy! When I give an order, I want you to acknowledge me with a 'Yes, Ma'am' in a nice soft, feminine voice. 'Yes, Ma'am,' I croaked. "You will have to work on your feminine voice." "Yes, Ma'am" "That's a little better", Then she untied me and I cleaned up and brushed my hair and fixed my makeup. When I was putting the final touches on my lipstick, she opened the door and handed me a pink satin maids uniform, complete with white hose, frilly white apron and cap, petticoats, and pink 4" heels. One last check (boy, was this getting to be fun, despite the "accident" in the morning), and I was ready to present myself. She inspected me, then sent me to the kitchen to make her scrambled eggs and bacon. I brought out our plates. "Who told you to make yourself bacon and eggs, maid?" She snapped. "I, I thought we'd eat together, ma'am." "Well, you thought wrong. Go get those prissy sheets in the laundry and clean that kitchen up," she said, taking two of my eggs and all my bacon. "This egg is for you." 'Thank you, ma'am' I said, taking one of the forks I had brought and stabbing at the lone egg. 'After those prissy sheets are in the laundry and the kitchen is clean you may eat you lunch, put it in the fridge until then.' "Yes, Ma'am!" I quickly pulled the sheets off the bed and ran them down to the laundry. After they were in the machine, I cleaned the kitchen, then opened the fridge door to have my lunch. She appeared in the doorway, "Eat it cold, maid, you don't have time to waste, then have yourself an apple for dessert." "Yes, Ma'am!" Though hungry, I picked at my cold egg, ate my apple, and wondered if she'd ever stop being mad at me. After I put my plate in the dishwasher, she called to the living room and started to lecture me. "Look what I found, Suzy." She held out my box of herbal hormones, about a dozen pill bottles and a page of instructions from an online sight. "This must be a hundred dollars in pills! Then you take some 3, 4 times a day? How long did you expect this to go on without me finding? Don't bother Explaining. I see it all now, no wonder its been taking you so long to get it up lately, and if you ask me, I think you're starting to shrink as well!" Actually, I had been thinking the same things lately, and was starting to back off a little on them, though I liked what they had seemed to be doing to my chest, and especially my skin and my ass. She continued, "Well, I hope you really enjoy being a woman, because things are going to change around here. From now on, you will arise at Four AM to dress and take care of the dogs and make my breakfast. After that, I will give you a list of chores I want done before I get home that evening. When I come home, you will be dressed and waiting by the door for me. Take my coat, serve me a cocktail, and I want to be sitting down for dinner one half hour after I walk in. If the chores list isn't done perfectly, or my supper isn't ready and hot, or my drink isn't the way I like it, or the house is messy or there is laundry not washed, ironed and folded, you will be punished. Got it? If I ever see you not in makeup and dressed to my liking, you will be punished. Also, it seems I need to control your sex a little as well. I don't want you wasting your time trying to jack off with your useless little dick, so no more masturbating! I have ways of checking my little sissy maid. If you don't like it, move out, but understand that I have boxed and bagged every piece of male clothing in this house and given it to Goodwill. It will make for a little tax write-off, help to offset all the money you've spent.' I was stunned, what could I do? In shock I just nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am,' in a little voice. I spent the rest of the day tidying up, dusting, vacuuming, mopping, cleaning the kitchen and our bedroom, while Kate went shopping. Including cooking dinner, I finished at about 9pm that evening. I must admit diary, I ended up rather enjoying myself, thrilled every time I felt my petticoats or my satin covered breast rubbed against something our I passed by a mirror and spied my sissy maid self. Finally, I presented myself it Kate. "Ma'am?" "Yes, Maid..." "The bedroom is clean and the bed made up, ma'am." "I'll be the judge of that!" she promised, then went around the house, inspecting my work. She found it wanting everywhere, vacuuming, mopping and especially my dusting and bed making! "OK, tomorrow, you will repair all these shortcomings in your work, plus do the laundry. I will tell you in the morning what I wish for dinner. For breakfast I will have a 3 egg, ham and cheese omelet, plus coffee and cream. I'm going to bed now, you can get ready when I am done. There is a nightie hanging in the bathroom for you. Dismissed." "Yes, Ma'am" When she went up, I washed up, removing all my makeup, uniform, corset, everything. I put on my nightie and went up to our bedroom. The TV was on. "What the hell are you doing in here!" "I'm coming to bed." "Like hell you are! You sleep in the maid's room, maid. This is my bedroom now! Plus I told you I never wanted to see your sissy face without makeup on it! Leave now!" Again I was to shocked for any words but a soft, sissy, "Yes, Ma'am." "And put on some of that cold cream when you sleep... and put some panties on, maid, I can see your useless cock," she shouted after me. I applied the cream, slipped into some satin panties. Kate came in to my new room. "You don't plan on sleeping on that wet mattress, do you?" "I tried to blot it out as best I could, Ma'am" "Well, it's not good enough. Here takes those sheets off, you can put some clean ones on after you put on this vinyl mattress cover, it will help protect it from any of your sissy accidents." Humiliated, I made the bed over again as she watched. "Good, now I want you to lay on your back." She tied my down with the nylons, explaining, "Until you learn your place in this house, I'll have to tie my sissy up at night. Training is such a chore, you better be worth it." Then she gagged me again, but didn't blindfold me. She went to the closet and emerged with a box of Depends and proceeded to fasten them on me. Then she stood up, thought a minute, said, "Better make sure," and went to the closet and got out a pair of vinyl baby pants that go over the diapers. She untied my feet, slid them on, re-tied my feet, and said, "There we go, maid during the day, baby doll at night, it's almost a dream come true." I had no idea; she sounded like she was into this! A total shock, I had no idea she was into diaper stuff, I had never considered anything this weird, I thought my sissy stuff was weird enough! Finally, I drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by my wife giving me a super sexy French kiss! I was instantly awake a tried to hug her, forgetting I was tied up. Then she started pinching my nipples. I started to moan, as I felt my dick stir. Then she stopped! "Good Morning, Maid! Time to start your day! Now, do what you do to get dressed and ready, It's 5:30, so you don't have time to shower, I want you to leave those diapers on, I need my breakfast at 6:30." Without a shower, I just shaved, makeup, uniform, struggle a little to get my nylons over my diapers, but once on, they seemed to stay very well. I made breakfast quickly and brought her omelet and coffee and the Sunday paper on a tray to her bedroom. After I set it up, she said," Why, you look a little tired, Suzy, why don't you go pour yourself a cup of coffee, and bring it up and drink it with me, I'd like a little company." I went to get my cup, I was actually tired, so, not thinking, I poured myself a mug. Kate smiled when she saw me walk in with a big mug. "You sure are tired, aren't you Suzy? Here, sit down on the end of the bed while you relax with your joe." "Yes, Ma'am". "But before you do that, come here." She motioned me over to her side and reached her hand up and down into my diaper. "Still dry! very good! We'll see how you do after that huge mug of caffeine!" She waved me to the foot of the bed. I went and sat, a little gingerly now, as my bladder started to fill a little. When she finally finished, she had me take her tray away. I returned to the bedroom, she inspected my diaper, lightly pressed her fingers into my groin. She smiled at my uncomfortable reaction. "Go ahead, sissy, wet your diaper, that's what it is there for, or are you working on a dump, too?" she laughed. "Well, you'll be wetting it soon enough, why don't you lick my pussy as we wait?" She spread her legs and I carefully got down between them. My dick was hard, but not with cum... After a while, she inspected my diaper again. "Hmmmmm, its hard! but is it cum? or pee-pee? Let's see, you are a sissy, so it can't be this hard from your sissy cum. It must be pee-pee, so that means it's still useless to me. Keep licking, Suzy!" Finally, I came, I mean peed. I think she could tell because my pussy licking suddenly became freer and she wouldn't inspect me every few minutes while I knelt there with a wet diaper. Finally she had me stand up. This time she didn't have to feel to check, the pee was through the diaper and just sitting there, held in by my tight vinyl diaper pant. She laughed uproariously, "Now you're a true sissy in every way! Congratulations, I am so excited about your future. Now go, clean up, and change into your regular panties and things." Red-faced and humiliated by having my true state exposed, I mumbled, "Yes, Ma'am" and did exactly as I was told. I spent the rest of the Sunday cleaning, cooking and doing laundry. After Supper, I ate her pussy again, right on the couch. Then I was dismissed with a breakfast order and, "Your dog-walking clothes will be on the table in the morning." I made sure to say, "Yes, Ma'am, Good Night, Ma'am." Well, what a turn of events! I'd say my wishes have more or less come true, at least more than I could have imagined! Getting to live as a woman. I didn't really care about the separate bedrooms, or the total lack of control. However, it would be unfair to Kate to be waking up so early while she tries to get some extra rest before her long day, and besides, jacking off was taking up a lot of my time before... Now, this part about the diapers... I just hope I don't have to be punished like that ever again. I promise to be the best sissy maid that I can be for Kate. I suppose I should refer to her as Madam or Mistress in the future... Monday, September... Dear Diary, I couldn't wait to sit down to write tonight! Are my feet ever sore! I woke up at 4 am, rubbed my eyes and shuffled into the dining room. On the table Madam had lain out some pink tights, short, purple, satiny jogging shorts with white trim, a sports bra, a pink French cut T-shirt and a pair of white Reeboks. After a shower, shave and makeup and wig, I got dressed, put my long blond wig into a ponytail, and took our dogs for a walk. I must have made quite a sight, diary, if anyone was out at 5am! Actually, the paperboy was around, gawking at me. But all in all, it went well, and I don't think any neighbors saw me enough to put it all together. I was back by 5:40. I changed into a regular bra, corset and maids uniform, and barely had breakfast on by 6:30, but thankfully, it was ready. Except for the newspaper. 'Where's my paper, maid!' she demanded. 'Outside, Ma'am, I'll get it immediately, ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am," I blurted out, quickly mincing my way to the front door. I did not want her to be mad at me and leave me tied up all day! As I handed it to her, she said, "Now I am going to have to punish you for not serving my paper with my breakfast. Today you will do you chores in those stiletto heels you have." "Yes, Ma'am." My feet were going to be sore today!! "I mean NOW, maid, strap those stilettos on NOW! "Yes, Ma'am," I went to my room, reminding myself of her morning temper before her coffee. Before she left, she gave me a list of things to do. Big laundry day, dye my Reeboks pink, dinner, clean the bathroom, clean her bedroom... I wobbled, staggered, clunked and clattered my way around the house that day, desperately trying to finish everything, until I just said, "What the hell," and took of the heels from hell, put on some old slippers that Madam had not found yet, and really hit the chore list hard. Chores finished and dinner prepped, I hid those nice old slippers and screwed those cruel stilettos back on. The evening went well; Madam was in a good mood and enjoyed her dinner. After placing her breakfast order, she dismissed me to my room, where I fell into my chair and practically tore those shoes off... Good night, Diary, I must rub my feet, now. Tuesday, September... Dear Diary, Another tough day, I can't believe I didn't wake up in time! I was awakened by "What the hell are you doing still in bed maid!! It's 6:15!! Put on you dog walking clothes, fry me some eggs and sausages. I can't believe you didn't set your clock radio!! Christ, do I have to hold your hand every step of the way" "Ma'am, I'm so sorry ma'am, I must have forgotten to flip the switch, it won't hap..." "Oh, do shut up, maid. Not only do I have a sissy baby, she's also a ditz. A brainless, dizzy sissy baby. You had better shape up, Suzy, or things could change a lot more around here." "Yes, Ma'am, I want to improve so much, Ma'am" I implored, praying for her to believe me, thinking about those stilettos, and the diapers, and the nylons... I threw on my dog walking clothes, quickly made her breakfast (she had already started the coffee, oh, the shame!), and did a quick shave and slapped on some makeup and my (dizzy) blond wig. I went out to Mistress and asked if there was anything else she desired of me. "Just walk those dogs! Now, girl!" All during my walk I endured the stares of people leaving for work at 7am, some kids leaving early for school. I resolved to do my best feminine walk, with correct posture, shorter steps, a little sway in my hips, but I couldn't really tell how I looked. I felt small. I saw Madam waiting for me when I got back. "You looked so cute, walking the dogs and swinging your booty. I think I am going to change your morning schedule, and have you walk the dogs at 7 every morning, so I and everyone else can enjoy your cute wiggle." I'm sure I blushed through my makeup. Now the neighbors will see me for sure, eventually! Oh, the price of womanhood, will it ever end? Then I realized that I had done this to myself by not setting my alarm like a responsible sissy maid. "And this way, maid, you won't have to arise until 5:30 to dress in your dog clothes and makeup and make breakfast. Now, go get ready for your day." I quickly showered, shaved again, and as I was putting on makeup, she came into the bathroom with my chores list. Then she helped me put on my corset, tightly! "Now I need to punish you for oversleeping." She held up a butt plug. My eyes widened as she said, "Grab the tube of KY, would you Suzy?" She took it from me, told me to open my mouth and squirted the goo into it, "Don't swallow, Suzy, at least not today!" she laughed, then stuck the plug in my mouth. "Get the plug nice and lubed Suzy, it's for your own comfort, you'll see, I imagine." She laughed, and I really put a lot of effort into getting it nice and slippery. "Good girl, a real natural, looks like. Might have to get you a natural shaft one of these times," still laughing, really enjoying her teasing as I sucked and licked at the plug for all it was worth. "That's enough, girl. Time to pay for your sins." She took it out and bent me over the sink as she shoved it home. "There, now you are set, this should remind you to set your alarm." Finally, she left for work. I hope I didn't make her too late. I pulled up my gaff and panties, finished up my makeup. The plug was uncomfortable. I tried walking, my legs felt weak. I tried sitting down, but that only pushed it in further. I went to my room and tried laying down. That felt a little better. I tried wiggling my butt. Immediately I felt a wave of pleasure in my butt and groin. This was not what I expected; it was feeling good! I stood up, walked around; it really was not feeling that bad, anymore, or too uncomfortable. I started my chores list. Well, diary, the plug certainly added a new dimension to my day. I'd forget about it for awhile, then some move would send a spasm of pleasure through my body. All in all, a pleasant day, and not very punishing, until the very last hours, when it seemed to be getting a little dry back there. I'm sure if Madam saw me wiggling my butt in pleasure on a dining room chair, she'd have second thoughts about her 'punishment'! At any rate, she didn't let me take it out until she had been served dinner and the kitchen was clean. Ouch! 12 hours of anal stimulation. Now, diary, my booty hurts to sit on. Good night. Wednesday, Mid-October... Dear Diary, I've settled into a routine at last. Up at 5am, shower, shave, makeup, make coffee, maid's uniform and heels. Make and serve breakfast, change into dog clothes, walk the dogs. Now that the weather has started to get cooler, Madam has provided me with some pink ear muffs, pink leggings to wear under my shorts and a pink down quilted ski jacket. Its short, and I would describe the look as sort of 'Suzy Chapstick, dog walker.' Oh, well, at least I stay warm. Anyway, the school kids seem to be getting used to my daily stroll as they wait for the bus, though I do try to avoid them when possible. Back to the house by 7:30, received my list, changed back into my uniform and heels, and on with the day. I feel so sexy all the time; once in awhile I've even 'punished' myself with the stilettos and plug. But I didn't dare masturbate, she did subject me to random dickie checks, and if I took too long to get hard, she'd punish me. Tie me to my bed, with a gag, blindfolded and nipple clamps while she teases me into a huge (for me, anyway) hard-on. Then, right on the verge, she'll stop, stand up and leave me tied until it finally dies down. Then she'll untie me and give my a chore to do. If I get hard right away (she seems to give me anywhere from 10 seconds to 1 minute), she'll make me cum right into my panties, standing in front of her. But that's only if I can do it within her time frame, which seems to be a minute or two at the most. If I don't get it off then, I have to stand with my hands behind my back while I wait for it to die down. After that, she usually has me eat her pussy, which she has me do for her regularly, its become my most satisfying experience, bringing her pleasure in that way. She wants nothing to do with my dickie inside her though, but I can't really blame her, these herbals are really starting to slow things up down there. Late October, Tuesday evening... Dear Diary, I have something to confess... Today was uneventful until after dinner. Mistress was watching a talk show on TV as I was cleaning away her plates. She called me to the couch. I though it was a dickie check or pussy eating, but she pointed at the TV and said, "What do you think of him?" I looked, it was the actor Kurt Russell, and seeing him I involuntarily flushed, sat up straighter. "Oh, he's a pretty good actor, I guess." She leaned over to me, "I mean, what do you think of him as a specimen of manhood...?" This was getting uncomfortable, so I sat up even straighter, slammed my knees together, "I, I'm not really sure what you mean..." "Oh, but I think you do know exactly what you mean. Look at yourself, all flushed, sitting with your chest sticking out towards him, your back arched, showing off the roundness of your booty, your stammering... It's so cute, I could die, you have the hots for Kurt Russell!" "No, I don't! I only love to serve you!" "I know dear, but I know you love your plug, too. Your think I haven't noticed all the KY is just about gone. What do you think is the original way to get pleasure in your booty?" I said nothing, just sat staring at the manly face of Mr. Russell. "I don't mind, Suzy, I think its just darling how far you've come. I don't quite get the Kurt Russell attraction, but, then I'm more of a Jeff Goldblum woman. What does it for you, Suzy, are you really attracted to those big lantern jawed jock types?" I can't believe I actually nodded my head in agreement, diary! The thought of being in his arms was making me feel all giddy and goofy inside, my head swam in confusion and desire. "Well, Suzy, I'll have pancakes and OJ with my coffee tomorrow. Remember to heat up the syrup! Sweet Dreams, Suzy!" What do you think, diary? Am I really attracted to men? Especially big strong men?... Mid-November, Monday... Dear Diary, Another red letter weekend has passed, diary. Not sure what to think again. Just as I get things figured out, Madam challenges my perspective yet again. On Friday, she had me make a pan of lasagna and a big Caesar salad, with some cookies for dessert, for the evening meal. The day went well, and after I mixed her a cocktail when she got home, she told me to make sure to set out two place settings, and dinner was to be served at 7 o'clock. Not sure what this all meant, I just nervously did as I was told. With the extra half hour, I was able to set an extra pretty table for Mistress, and whoever else, hopefully me. Of course, it wasn't for me. At 5 minutes before 7, the bell rang. I looked up, a little panicked. Mistress said, "Answer the door, Maid, we don't want to keep our guest waiting! Remember to say, "Welcome to Miss Katherine's home.'!" I opened the door to find a man with a bouquet in his hand. He was tall, slender, with dark hair, certainly handsome, with an amused smile on his face. "Welcome to Miss Katherine's home, please come in." "Thank you, Suzy" He followed me in to the living room. "Hello Kate! So good to finally see your home and your sweet sissy maid, she really has helped you turn around your career and your life. It's so cool!" "Yes, its remarkable what I have time to do now that I don't have to worry about meals or laundry or cleaning. I'm so much more relaxed, but that has partly to do with you, Bob." I looked at her, wide-eyed. "What are you staring at, Suzy, go fetch us each a glass of Zinfandel." Stunned, I turned to serve. Back with the wine, they were in each other's arms kissing, diary! I immediately started thinking, well, I deserve this, can't expect her to be my weird lesbian bi-mistress, women have needs to, I thought, remembering my butt plug and Kurt all at once. I tried to ignore them the best I could, but Madam had me stand in the corner of the dining room, behind them, as they ate, so I could refill glasses and plates while they ate and flirted and occasionally teased me. Afterwards, as I cleaned up, they moved to the couch and flirted and necked some more. I could tell they were getting hot, and as I finished up in the kitchen, they came in. "Suzy, we are on our way up, when you get done in here, grab a bath towel and a pitcher of ice water and a couple of glasses and wait outside my room until we call for you. Thanks, dear." It was like moving in slow motion, Diary. I was almost done tidying the kitchen, so I had the ice water readied quickly and with the bath towel over my shoulder, went up stairs and waited. I could here them, Madam especially. I must have heard her come a dozen times. Then I heard her say," Again, wow, what an impressive man you are! Can you believe I was trying to get satisfaction from that maid just 3 months ago? What a waste of time that was." "Really Kate, I'm sure you realize that this is the most efficient way to organize your and Suzie's time." He laughed at the (little) joke. Then I heard them having sex again! After what seemed like ages, I heard Kate summon me, Maid!" I opened the door and walked in to find them laying side by side, no blankets or sheets covering their naked bodies. "OK, first pour us some ice water, dear, then you can towel this sweat off my body so I don't catch a chill, then do the same for Bob. Oh, and I want you to clean his cock with you mouth, you heard me, just pretend it's your plug." When I bent my head over his groin, I hesitated, my nose assaulted by the musky scent. "Smells different than me, eh Suzy? Breathe deeply, get used to it, we girls just love man smell, Suzy." I breathed in deeply, working the scent over in my brain, then something just clicked, and I was on his dick, licking it, holding it in my lips, my mouth, my nose pushed into his pubic hair, savoring the manly taste and smell. "I think she enjoys it, Kate." "Yes, why look at her go at it, she's even nodding her head in agreement!" I felt his cock swell, I let go. "What the hell are you doing, Suzy, if you make a cock rise, its your responsibility to deal with the consequences." I looked at her dumbly, not understanding. "Give him a blow job, no man is leaving my bed unsatisfied!" Except for me, I thought as I once again devoted my attentions to Bob's massive cock. It took him a good 20 minutes to come this time, and my whole neck, shoulders and mouth was sore from the constant effort. My makeup was melting, and my wig was a mess and my uniform was totally wrinkled. "OK, Suzy, this is the big time, make sure you swallow! Sucking cum from pubic hair really bites!" For once, I was able to fully comply. The semen wasn't too bad tasting, though I did need a drink of water when they finally sent me away. Bob stayed the whole weekend, with me as their maid, in the same capacities every time. I think the only think I ingested besides water and a little salad was Bob's cum! I hope he comes to stay the weekend again. Early December, Monday... Dear Diary, This evening Mistress summoned me to the living room after dinner. The television was off, and she had me sit down on the couch. "Suzy Sissy Maid, you have been doing such good work around here that I have decided to further reward and challenge you in your development. First, sign these paper." Beaming from her praise, I took her pen and signed a handful of papers on the lines she pointed to. "Very good Suzy. That was smart. This is our divorce papers." I gasped, but she went on," Don't worry, I am not kicking you out. These ones signed over all the possessions to my care and this one is a contract for service between you and I. It stipulates that you will be my live-in maid for not less than 5 years, perhaps more. In exchange for room and board, you will continue in my service as have been doing the last 3 months. In addition, you will become even more feminine. I have already made appointments with a therapist and an electrolysis clinic and a beauty salon." I blinked, gulped, thought it over for 3 seconds and blurted, "Oh, Thank you, Madam, thank you so much!" I can't believe it diary, one of my fondest dreams, coming true!!! "In five years you should be a full-fledged female and be ready to make your way in the world, unless you would prefer to stay with me." "Thank you so much, Ma'am," I whispered, in awe at my fantastic Mistress. "Oh, I almost forgot, I am going to start giving you from noon Friday to noon Saturday off from now on, so you can get out and do some proper socializing. However, I also want you to start going to the grocery store, drycleaners, post office and drug store for me as well as any other little errands. As an added bonus, I've already purchased some day clothes for you, so you can be the suburban soccer mom during the day, when you have to run errands. Otherwise, I still want you in one of your maid's uniforms for housework. You will also be shopping for your own makeup, clothes and shoes, I'll give you a $200/month stipend, spend it well, Suzy." This was too much! "Oh, thank you, Madam, Thank you!" I squealed with delight. I'm a little nervous about shopping in broad daylight, but I had been secretly hoping to get out of the house sooner later. "Your first therapy is tomorrow morning, 9am. Here's the address and the doctor's name. Electrolysis is a 4pm. Good Luck! Oh, and I've arranged an escort for you on Friday night, so I'll know you'll want to look your hottest for that!" "An escort?" "Yes, a real date! Isn't it exciting? He's going to take you to a drag show, you'll have lots of fun." "What about you?" "Me? I'll be on my own date. I'm meeting him at Giorgio's for dinner." "Very well, Ma'am." "You're dismissed, Suzy." I can't believe all that's happened, and is going to happen to me, diary, and what a huge amount of information to digest. I was unsure about the date, but I did want to look my best. As for the divorce, I guess she wants to marry a real man this time, some time. Maybe I'll get to know a real man, someday, too... I can imagine a tall, muscular man, towering over me, his nice dick erect and my legs up in the air, held by the ankles as he eases his nicely lubed cock into my sissy pussy... Oh, I'm tired, diary, tomorrow's a busy day. December, Tuesday... Dear Diary, The therapy session went great, I showed up 15 minutes early completely dressed in pumps, stirrup pants and a sweater set. How well did it go? The therapist/ endocrinologist wrote me a prescription within the hour! I picked it up afterwards, bought some groceries and went home to clean up before my first electrolysis appointment. Sincerely, Your name goes here