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.