Sissy Husband - 4

 As I was about to turn off the television, I saw Deepak come out of their bedroom wearing a pink saree with a backless blouse. He had tied his hair in a bun and his white as milk back was clearly visible along with a gold mangalsutra in his neck. A pair of long earrings and dark red lipstick completed his appearance along with some mascara and three bangles in each of his hands.

“Hey, my sunshine. Damn, you look so hot after coming from the gym. Listen, you are getting late for office. Get fresh and I will get the breakfast ready by then.” Deepak said and sent Bhavika to take a bath.

Deepak looked really hot in that saree. I had always admired dressing like a girl in my childhood and seeing him like this today, I got my memories back. He went towards the kitchen and I was amazed to hear the voice of payals, which he might be wearing on his legs. The kitchen was almost connected to the living room with no partition walls, and I saw him cooking some pancakes and upma.

About twenty minutes later, I heard Bhavika coming out of the room.

She was dressed in a dark grey three piece business suit and had waxed and combed her short black hair flat like gentlemen. She saw Deepak busy in the kitchen and went towards him. I tried to convince her that I was reading the newspaper and not at all noticing them.

Deepak was stirring spatula in the upma, when she went and stood behind him. She took a rose from her pocket and stuck it in his hair bun. Deepak blushed in reaction. His whistle white little teeth's shined between his red lallic lips as he laughed in a girly way. She bent her face to smell the rose in his hair bun. Soon she was moving her face through his hair bun and then kissed on his back.

I was astonished to notice something getting large and taking shape under bhavika’s crotch. Oh, was it what I thought? No that is not possible, I thought but then I saw her rubbing it in his ass. He gave an instant reaction to that penetration in his ass with a very silent,“Aaaahhh.”

She tried to pull the lace of his backless blouse, but he held her hand and made her sit on the dining table. I started reading the newspaper before they looked towards me again.

Deepak took off Bhavika’s Blazer and hung it on a espresso brown wooden tripod coat stand. He served her breakfast like an obedient wife.

After she had breakfast, she was on a call with some other executive of the company in the California office. She went to the rooftop terrace to take the call. The rooftop terrace was as large as the home itself with a private swimming pool on one side.

She sat on the aesthetically designed posh chair kept there and was on her call when Deepak went there with her shoes. He took off her Men's Givenchy slider and put on socks and shoes while she was attending the call.

She got in the home, once the call got over. Deepak assisted her to put on the blazer. She looked Dapper. Deepak gave her office bag and Porsche keys. She kissed Deepak and left for the office. Deepak waved her goodbye as she went to work.

That's all for episode 1. See you soon in a week with the next episode of this story. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

Sissy Husband - 3

 She came towards me as she noticed me.

"Ronak, what are you doing here?" She asked, it was almost the same as my brother's voice but with some feminine essence.

"Who are you and how do you know me?" I asked in a confused way.

"Come with me. He is with me." She said to the guard.

I took my bag and went in the elevator with her. I tried to ask her but she didn't say anything.

She pressed the P button in the elevator. The elevator stopped at the top floor of the apartment. It was the forty second floor of the high rise apartment building.

As we got in the house, I was totally amazed to see an extremely neat, modernist, and luxurious home. It was definitely handled by a good housewife. as I got in, she said,

"Hey Ronak, do you know who I am?"

"My sister-in-law?" I guessed.

"I am your brother Deepak."

"What? You are a girl? How can you be my brother?"

“Deepu.” I heard a manly voice coming from a room.

“Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat.” She said pointing towards the couch and went into the room. It was the master bedroom certainly. I got seated on the luxurious sofa.

I saw a photo frame hung over one of the walls in the drawing room. It was a picture from my brother's wedding, I knew it as I had seen this photo on Facebook. But something was different in this picture. In the groom's dress was my sister-in-law and my brother was wearing a bridal lehenga. There was another picture frame beside it, it was sort of a collage of pictures of them. I was surprised to see that in every picture my brother was wearing ladies dress and my sister-in-law seemed to be the real man in the house.

I had been thinking the lady who escorted me to this luxurious house was my sister-in-law, Bhavika but I was wrong about it. It was my brother for sure. I am astonished to see my brother being the lady of the house and serving my sister-in-law.

As I was sitting there, bhabhi came out of the bedroom with my brother.

Bhavika was indeed dressed in a grey men’s hoodie and track pants, probably of superdry. She had a brawny body and was about four inches taller than my brother. She had a short blown out Pompadour haircut but no beard over her face. Actually how could she have a beard, afterall she was a girl.

Along with her stood my brother, melting in her arms, with a slim superb figure and most beautiful blonde straight hairs reaching almost till half of his back. They looked really nice together.

Bhavika came and sat beside me, taking the newspaper from the center table. My brother went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

“Hey Ronak right. Good morning boy.”

“Good Morning bhabhi. Yes I am Roank, How did you identify me? We haven’t met a single time yet?”

“Yeah, I had seen your profile on instagram when you followed me before my and your brother’s marriage, and deepu talked about you and his teenage memories many times.”

“I have also heard a lot about you. About your highly valued job with google and your studying in IIT-Bombay. It might have been an amazing journey.”

“Yeah, for sure. But the best thing happening to me was your brother. Since the day I met him, my life has completely changed. A string of good luck has attached to my life since I met him.”

“Yeah, I’m really surprised to see you in this way. I’m a bit confused and not able to understand what’s going on here.”

Deepak came into the drawing room with Bhavika’s gym bag and protein shake.

“Hey Darling, you are getting late for the gym, It's already 7 a.m. , why don’t you leave Ronak and his question with me.” He said and handed Bhavika her gym bag or his gym bag. I am really confused about what to say. But I was sure for one thing, no one could identify her as a woman now, seeing her appearance or voice tone.

Deepak brought her UnderArmour running shoes and helped her get in it. They kissed on the lips and Bhavika left to go to the gym taking her Harley Davidson motorcycle’s keys but Deepak stopped her to clean the lipstick that got stuck around her lips due to the wildness of the kiss.

“You might want to get fresh or take a bath. Come, allow me to show you the guest bedroom.” He said and took my bag.

“I have already freshened up and taken a bath. I am okay, please relax. I am okay.”

“Ronak, I’ll tell you everything about my life once Bhavik leaves for office. I have to prepare breakfast for him and get his office dress ready. Please sit here and keep your mouth shut until he leaves for office.” Deepak said and sprinted into the kitchen.

I turned on the television and zapped through channels confused about what to watch. Ki and Ka was being broadcasted on Sony Max. I thought of watching it, as I had not seen it before.

It had been an hour and Bhavika came back from the gym. She looked damn handsome in the black vest, with her hard chest almost visible, and her six pack abs taking shape on her almost wet from sweat vest. She had tied the hoodie around her waist and seeing her body, I couldn’t say she was a girl.

Sissy Husband - 2

 Then I thought my sister-in-law, Bhavika Vyas, was an employee at Alphabet Inc. and I might find out about her there. I surfed her name over the internet. I found a profile over linked in and some other social platforms. Finally, I found her address on an old form of google employees. It had a photo of her, a contact number and an address. Though it’s not right for me to say this, my sister-in-law Bhavika Vyas looked damn hot and handsome, yes handsome and not beautiful. Though she had long hair, she had combed her hair in a way that she looked like a gorgeous gentleman wearing a three piece suit in that photo. I had seen her in other photos before, so I could identify her as a girl but it might have been really difficult if I had been seeing her for the first time.

I tried the mobile number but the number had been called off by the telecom company. The address was of an apartment in Bandra East.

Next morning I talked to my mom about that and told her that I was thinking of going to Mumbai to try for some interviews and meet my brother and sister-in-law as I had not seen them since ages. I booked a flight to Mumbai for the next week. The whole week I tried to find a way to contact my brother but I didn't get anything.

Mumbai 2017

I got down at Mumbai domestic airport late at night. The vibe of this city was totally different at night. Almost the whole city was awake at midnight. I was stuck in traffic at 12:30 a.m. at night. This thing was only possible in a metropolitan city like Mumbai. It was the City of Dreams and I was there with a dream.

I thought of going to meet my brother the next morning and so I took a room at a hotel near the airport. I had my dinner and slept early.

I woke up early, the next morning. I couldn't believe it, I had woken up at 6 a.m in the morning. I got refreshed and checked out of the hotel. I took a cab and went to the apartment. As I got past the gate it read, 'Moonrise Apartments'. The construction of the apartment was maybe thirty to forty years old and it seemed like it was going to fall anytime.

The guard stopped my cab at the entrance gate.

"Whom do you want to meet sahib?"

'Rajiv Sharma.' I said.

"There is no Rajiv Sharma living in this apartment. What's the flat number?"

I checked the address in my cell phone.

"202-A block, Moonrise apartment."

"Sir flat number 202 has been vacant for the last five years."

"Please check it properly? The address says they stay here."

"I am really sorry sir but you are stopping the traffic to get in. Please take your car aside."

The driver took the cab aside and I went to the security guard. I showed him a picture from their wedding album. The guard identified them, just seeing it at once.

"Yes sir, they lived in 202 A five years ago."

"Five years ago means, where do they live now."

"They had shifted to Sea springs apartments. Yes, I remember that because I helped them in shifting their luggage."

"Okay, thanks." I said and got in the cab.

I went to sea springs apartments. They were along the sea shore. It seemed like it was the most posh apartment I had seen in my life and it shined with the sunrise. I had certainly come there in the early morning. I thought my brother would be earning a really good amount of money to afford a house there. I got in and the security asked me about whom I was looking for.

As I was there, I saw a lady jogging on the tracks in the outskirts of the apartment. She looked like a doppelganger of my brother. She was slim and beautiful. Any seeing her would get a crush on her. She was wearing a body fit sports bra and skin tight Nike tracksuit over. She noticed me as she was jogging through the park.

Sissy Husband - 1

 Credit to Ramya from Rajibalan

I am Ramya, Ronak Shinde's alter ego. I am going to post a new story on this site. I will post one episode of the story every week. I promise you, the story would be more than what you can fantasize of and it would fill you sissy's panties with loads of your cum.

I advise you to get a Chasity cage to save yourself.

The title of the story is,

I'm the wife and she is the husband.

Please note that it's a private domain and all publishing right are reserved by Ronak Shinde. Legal actions might be taken on piracy.

I know you are all eagerly waiting. Here come's its first episode.

I'm the wife and she is the husband : Episode 1

Hey, My name is Ronak and my age is 21 years. I have just completed my degree of B.Tech in Computer science. I was an average student during my degree and barely passed in it and I couldn't get out of the loop of struggles after that even.

I am waiting outside a new tech startup company for an interview. This is my thirty fourth interview in the last two months. I didn't get hired at any place before.

As they called upon my name, I went into the conference room for the interview. After a small conversation of just fifteen minutes, they told me to leave. I knew they weren't going to hire me. Sometimes I thought, how would it be if I were a girl. I would have easily got hired then.

That evening my mom and dad were worried about me and scolded me about not worrying about my future. My mom told me to talk to Deepak, a cousin from my mom's side of the family. I had only talked to him when I was a child, maybe ten years ago. I hadn't even seen him since then. Due to my twelfth board exams I couldn't attend his marriage as well. Deepak's mom and dad had passed away in a car accident a month after their marriage and so he didn't come to Chandigarh after that.

After his marriage he had shifted to Mumbai with his wife Bhavika. I hadn't seen Bhavika bhabhi(sister in law) in real life. I had only seen her in their marriage snaps on social media. Though I had heard that my bhabhi was well qualified and has done her Bachelor's degree from IIT Bombay and had got placement at a high post in Alphabet Inc.'s Mumbai office.

She had met my brother at a Inter college fest, and they both fell in love since that day. They got married after completing college and shifted to Mumbai as my bhabhi had got a job there and my brother Deepak was still applying for jobs then. Since then I had never heard from him or seen him. Nor did my family have any conversation about them. They hadn't even updated their social media since their marriage and so no one knew about them.

My mom asked me to contact him and talk with my bhabhi for a job, but we didn't even have his contact number. That evening I surfed my brother's name over the internet but didn't find anything.

Sissy Maid - 2

 The following morning I lightly knock on her bedroom door, fully dressed and made-up of course, to take their breakfast-in-bed order. The delicious eggs

benedict and fruits meal that I serve has rendered my Mistress quite horny and her boyfriend also seems aroused.

I am instructed to bring in a pad and pen so I can write down my chores for the day. As I prepare to receive my orders, she sits up and straddles her lover, guiding his now raging hard-on into her wet pussy.

She then erotically gives me my instructions; vacuum the entire house, hand-wash her bras and panties, detail the car as they will be going out tonight,

press her boyfriend’s shirt and shine his shoes.

Mistress begins to softly moan as she is telling me to wake them both at noon after making love followed by a short nap. She can now no longer talk so just snaps her fingers as a signal for me to leave so I can begin my work…. while she plays.

I wake them up on cue and my mistress is horny again. Her boyfriend doesn’t seem to be responding in like fashion so her chastity maid (me) is instructed to ‘fluff’ him up to size. I’m am then forced to stand there and watch them make love as a painful reminder of my inability to please a woman with my shrunken and caged-up dick.

The sight of her chastised, feminized and frustrated maid standing there, sexually denied, while she is free to make love with abandon is just too much for

her. It soon sends her tumbling over the edge, screaming in delight. Her lover follows suit shortly.

I used to be required to clean my Mistress’s my pussy after intercourse but I’ve since been cut off from all sexual intimacy and contact. I am made to perform ‘clean-up duty’ on her boyfriend however. I have learned to do this without flinching as the memory of one of her brutal ‘cock caning’ sessions is forever entrenched in my mind.

After showering, she has her boyfriend go out and inspect the car to make sure it is detailed to her satisfaction. When he returns, she calls her chastity maid in as she has a little surprise for me.

It seems that her lover is having concerns over the security of my chastity. She has assured him that it is very secure and I’m rarely let out except for quarterly supervised orgasms of the most humiliating variety.

Never-the-less, he has insisted that I get a male chastity piercing for my dick as added security. She wholeheartedly agrees and instructs

me to make an appointment that afternoon to get a PA piercing for the end of my dick. I’m told to request a young female technician to perform the piercing. She and her boyfriend plan to accompany me and watch the entire procedure.

She then informs me that, from this point forward, her lover will be taking sole possession of the key to my chastity cage. I immediately turn pale and begin to visibly shake but I eventually calm down enough to re-assess my predicament.

I will now be performing sissy maid duties for two. I am instructed to go fetch my lipstick. When I return I am told to fall to my knees, crawl over to where her boyfriend is sitting and re-do my lips.

She then removes the key to my chastity cage from around her neck, hands it to her lover and orders me to unzip his pants and gently pull his growing dick out. “He now has the key to your cage”, she says to me. “If you want to cum again anytime soon, kiss it softly and sweetly, as if it’s the most important thing in the world to you.”

And I do.

I’m a perfect example that a sissy maid can only be at her best when her dick is kept locked up. Being kept in a constant state of arousal helps me to focus my attention where it should be, on my chores.

Sissy Maid - 1

 Credit to Priyasri from Rajibalan

You may have your own idea of what a day in the life of a chastity maid is like…. and since I happen to be one, I have mine.

A chastity maid no longer qualifies as a husband or even a boyfriend for that matter. She’s now merely a sissy maid.

A chastised sissy maid serves only to make the life of her Mistress (and her friends) easier…. A LOT EASIER.

My day begins early in the morning, long before my Mistress wakes up. I start off my daily routine with shaving, showering and applying full make-up.

I then put on a bra, panties and nylons under my petticoat and saree. My maid’s uniform is completed with 4 inch patent leather pumps, sindoor in my maang, mangalsootra, 12 bangles in each hand and a big bindi.

It’s now time for me to wake my Mistress up without any touching. As a sissy maid, I’ve learned my place.

I proceed to serve her chai and fruit for breakfast and then scurry off to run her shower. While Mistress is in the bathroom getting ready for work,

I lay out her clothes for the day, as per instructions from the night before.

I now run off to my bathroom, as fast as my high heels will allow me, so I can get ready to go to work. Yes, I’m still legally married to Mistress and although I’m no longer needed to play the part of her husband, I’m still required to pay it.

The income from my job serves to keep my Mistress’s dresser drawer full of fine lingerie and her shoe closet packed with expensive high heels.

Then there are the costs associated with her hairdresser, manicurist, tanning salon, health club membership, massage therapist and yoga classes to take care of.

I am also required to put away a good portion of my pay check in a vacation fund…..for Mistress and her boyfriend. Once, every so often, they take me along to serve as their personal maid, dressed as such. I’m not quite passable, so it’s an overall humiliating experience for me.

Once my make-up is off, I jump into the shower and attempt to clean around and under my CB-6000. It hasn’t been removed for three straight months now as Mistress’s new boyfriend isn’t yet completely sold on my role as a chastity maid and feels a bit insecure with another ‘man’ living under the same roof as his girlfriend.

As a good chastity sissy maid should, I always wear a pair of panties, and mangalsootra under my ‘male’ work clothes.

Once I get to work, I can expect a daily text from my Mistress telling me to run an errand or two during my lunch hour. I usually forgo eating any lunch as I’m expected to keep my girlish figure in tip-top shape.

I rush home after work to re-apply my make-up, put on a nice saree and began preparing dinner. Mistress’s boyfriend is coming over for the evening and everything must be perfect. If it isn’t, she has a penchant for the riding crop and has proven that she’s not shy about using it on me when necessary.

My Mistress arrives home and I must greet her at the door, kneel down and kiss the tips of the toes of her high heels. I then take her coat and purse and bring her a glass of water, and cup of chai before continuing with dinner preparations.

When her boyfriend arrives a bit later, I must greet him at the door, kneel and kiss his shoes. I absolutely HATE doing this this but Mistress claims that

this submissive behavior of her chastity maid produces a warm glow inside of her pussy.

Her boyfriend and her drink chai and make-out on the couch while I work on dinner. After eating, she calls me in to inform me that while she’s feeling exhausted and not up to any lovemaking for the evening, her lover is quite horny and will require some ‘feminine attention’.

I am instructed to clear the table, clean up the kitchen and then head upstairs to get all dolled up. I am told to freshen my make-up, apply extra long false eyelashes, then put on my sexiest saree and highest heels. I am admonished not to keep them waiting long.

My Mistress always like to have her boyfriends set the proper tone early on in their relationship in order to show her chastity maid who the real man of the house is. Tonight is that night.

She has me swallow a muscle relaxant, gives her boyfriend a Viagra, sits back with a glass of wine, and watches the mayhem begin. It’s quite an erotic and

enjoyable show for her as I’m forced to show off my improving oral skills and then eventually I get the shit thoroughly fucked out of me.

Her and her lover then head off to the bedroom while her chastity maid is left to clean up the mess.