EPISODE FIVE: Sissified Husband --- Contrition on her mind

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EPISODE FIVE: Sissified Husband --- Contrition on her mind

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As the maid, Mimi was constantly busy from Monday through Friday evening. Every day she went to the mailbox to collect deliveries. Mimi had developed a sense for the Post Office delivery patterns and became pretty good at knowing when their vehicle dropped-off mail. Mimi was also watchfully estimating when random cars drove past and she was especially attentive when the school bus let out from the high school. She really wanted to avoid teenagers seeing her in any feminine outfits. She managed to keep herself out of view most every day. Thankfully, UPS and FedEx deliveries typically involved a driver ringing the doorbell, but leaving their deliveries by the door as he or she drove off to urgently make deliveries elsewhere. Mimi always remained hidden until they left, then she retrieved the packages with minimal dispatch in public view.

She hand-washed clothing from the household, especially all her own frilly wear, but her outdoors clothes lines needing sunlight and a gentle breeze for proper drying. They were usually flagging bras, panties, petticoats and other female attire to passing cars with some drivers perhaps thinking theirs was a house offering prostitute services for hire. To disguise the laundry, Mimi started hanging bed sheets, especially the few dark green ones they had which blended with the trees and bushes. In this way Mimi blocked the laundry view from the roadside. The hope was it attracted less attention. The bed sheets were also a way for Mimi to hide behind when she ventured outside in her French Maid outfits that Mistresses Kim and Cindy demanded she wear every day. The Maid’s closet was becoming quite replete with costumes of all kinds. The daily laundry chores also mandated Mimi’s attention to weather forecasts to avoid rainy days which precluded the use of a clothes line for drying. Usually several minutes on the computer told her all she needed for a few days in advance.

Mimi recognized that Friday night was very demanding for just about any sissy maid. The mistresses wanted beverages when they come home, meals, service, and of course a maid to clear and tidy everything before retiring to bed. The house always needed upkeep, especially the bathrooms which required scrubbing. Mimi usually wanted to remove her sexy flared petticoats because they were such a nuisance when working around the house. But often Mistress Kim called and demanded an immediate photo of Mimi’s appearance and petticoats had to be worn and be photo-ready.

Eventually came the dreaded weekends, Saturday and Sunday. Already these proved to become “outing” days. Mimi’s anxiety always rose in fear of demands that she display herself in public. She was always “properly” dressed, but typically in costumes which no real woman would be caught wearing. She could be embarrassed and humiliated at the drop of a hat. Tomorrow was Saturday!

Mimi arose early on this Saturday. She silently grabbed a tiny morsel to eat from the refrigerator, then she scurry off for hygiene matters and dressing for the day as directed. Mimi had been following instructions to trim her diet, drink water, and lose weight and, of course, trim excess inches off her figure. That was working wonders. Her cheek bones were peaked and it was already so much easier to notice as her face had thinned so much. Her waist was also remarkably tighter. The Black French Maid’s dress assigned for today already had the “decorative” strings around the midsection tightened and the dress was ready for her to wear.

Mimi was soon standing before the mirror admiring her girly figure. Her naturally long Brunette hair was still sporting the sissy curls as Mistress Kim had fashioned earlier in the week. Her eyes visually measured the tiny skirt barely covering the upper half of her brilliantly white petticoat, and the froth of frills around her shortened hem looks delicious enough to consume. The Mary Jane shoes slipped easily over her knee-high white sissy socks, and with her maid’s cap in place Mimi was ready to obey her Mistresses.

The dining table was set and breakfast ready when Kim yawned her way in. She told Mimi that Cindy would arrive shortly and later in the morning they were planning on going out. Mimi had no clue where. Mimi avoided asking if she would be going with them, fearful of instilling an idea they might not have thought themselves. Shortly, Mimi was at the door performing a curtsy and welcoming Mistress Cindy. In quick succession there was coffee, eggs, bacon, toast, napkins, and a smiling, folded-hands sissy maid standing in the background awaiting their next beckoning.

Before long, the women moved themselves to the living room as Mimi cleared everything away. She wore a large apron intended to keep her sparkling outfit spotless and the clean dishes were just about dried for storage. She was interrupted, being summoned to see Mistress Kim. “We’re all going out in about 20 minutes,” Kim announced. Please be ready. “Yes, Mam,” she replied.

Mimi sighed, but quickly readied for a trip, just as Mistress Kim had instructed.

By the time Mimi’s brain finally became calm as she settled in the back seat of the vehicle, she realized her hands were fondling the froth of frills around her thighs. Then she sat staring at the passing landscape outside her car door window. Kim and Cindy we chattering back and forth about topics Mimi was too distracted to follow. But suddenly she focused intently when Kim, the driver, pulled into a very busy gas station and advised that Mimi would fill the gas tank. She graciously accepted Kim’s Credit Card, opened her car door, and exited to perform her assignment. As she attended to operate the pump, Mimi was very aware her appearance was attracting every male eye. She pretended to ignore them all. A few times she scanned her view discretely around, and each patron just as quickly glanced away feigning a total lack of interest. Inside, Mimi felt was being mentally consumed by untold erotic males just loving her fantasy wear and each was wishing she would just walk into his car, with him as her chosen suitor.

Oxygen deprived, Mimi finally breathed once she re-entered Kim’s car. Mimi was still straightening her frills as Kim drove away and at last Mimi’s seat belt buckle made the familiar security “snap.” She could see Kim and Cindy were both grinning profusely, keenly aware of the humiliation which just transpired.

Mimi could only pretend to be thrilled when Kim pulled into a bowling alley parking lot. She followed Kim and Cindy several steps behind until they went inside; she was certain she was red in the face as the bright sunlight outside suddenly disappeared and the doors behind them closed. The sound of bowling balls and ravaged pins predominated. Business was brisk and the lanes were about 80% occupied. On the wall opposite the lanes were rows of mirrors. As they walked towards the center to reserve a lane and obtain bowling shoes, Mimi could see in the corner of her eyes through the reflections in the mirrors that heads were turning behind them to look at her as she wiggled her fanny at their amusement of her bouncing skirts. Presenting herself as an attractive female, her French Maid costume and especially her outrageously exposed petticoat was a fantasy in the brains of nearly every hot-blooded male in the building. Hormones oozed into their blood streams.

Shoes were provided to Kim and Cindy. The cashier asked Mimi her size, and in the most feminine voice she could muster she replied, “No, thank you.” Kim advised the cashier that I was their maid and would be fetching refreshments while they played. The cashier pretended to be indifferent and went on to his next task.

Mistress Kim pressed $20 into Mimi’s hand, ordering two beers and whatever salty snacks were available. Now alone, Mimi barely above a whisper verbalized the order for the bar tender. She made every effort to not bend over the bar fearful of expose her panties to salivating males eyeballing what they believed was a sexually intoxicating girl. With a little cardboard tray carrying the refreshments Mimi returned to her Mistresses trying her best to walk with measured steps placing one foot in front of the other, trying her best to not look like a Neanderthal sissy male is a dress. Her ass struck the cold seat as the back of her naked legs tended to stick to the plastic surface. Mimi pretended everything was perfectly ordinary while her insides screamed from the emasculation. At least for the moment, everyone seemed to just go on with their games, and pretended to simply ignore her.

Things seemed to settle down afterwards. Mimi just sat, estimating the time to bowl a game and when they might soon leave. Even Kim and Cindy seemed to ignore her. But wouldn’t you know it, only minutes passed and suddenly 4 young men streamed into the bowling lane and table adjoining theirs. They seemed like college aged. All 4 sets of eyes bulged as they spotted Mimi. They were playful, animated, and friendly, and unabashedly they immediately acknowledged Mimi’s costume asking if she was dressed for a costume party or something similar. Kim and Cindy said nothing but instead simply grinned. It was delightful to Kim, knowing Mimi was on the spot, totally humiliated. He couldn’t admit to being a feminized sissy maid male. This was magnitudes better than taping him squirming in the dark, trying to avoid headlights from passing cars.

Mimi finally spoke up, explained she was working as a house maid for Miss Kim and Miss Cindy. Then there was silence. Everyone anticipated a continuing casual conversation but nothing was forthcoming. Kim stood up and holding the attention of all 4, she blurted out the truth. Mimi is actually my husband. He is just currently in servitude as my sissy maid. Two of the boys immediately burst out in laughter; the other two gawked. One of them, briefly silenced, finally said, “Well, she looks perfectly lovely.”

Mimi’s hands tentatively gripped the edge of her petticoat like a handrail on an amusement park ride. She dared not look into anyone’s eyes, all of which were focused on her, the sissy maid.

The college lads prepared to begin bowling. Mimi was holding her breath in deep humiliation. Kim told her to relax and turned to sit at the scoring table and drink some beer.

Mimi’s eyes were still downcast but she could hear the lad which has spoken a comment as he was whispering to the other three. They seemed to have agreed to some suggestion made by the first. He turned to Kim and asked if they could have a private word together.

Out of hearing of anyone else, Bobby introduced himself to Kim as the President of a Fraternity at the local college. He advised they were scheduled to have a campus party next Friday night, which might last into early morning on Saturday. Kim listened intently. Bobby asked if he could hire Mimi as a bartender for the event, or perhaps as a maid, or even servant to clean up after the party. Kim’s first thoughts were emphatically, yes. However, shrewdly she answered, “Possibly.” “What did you have in mind?”

For about 20 minutes everyone puzzled what in the world was their private conversation about. Cindy even surrendered her bottle of beer to Mimi, feeling her embarrassment at having been “outed” to the college boys the way it happened. Without stopping for a breath, the bottle was emptied and Cindy simply gave Mimi the rest of Kim’s. Likewise the beverage disappeared without hesitation.

With alcohol swimming inside Mimi her anxiety eased. She turned her head and saw Bobby and Kim laughing with each other behind a glass partition. Moments later, Kim whispered into Cindy’s ear and they had decided they had enough of bowling for the time being and it was time to leave. You didn’t have to say that twice. Mimi was on her feet and moving. They paid their bill and were soon in their car heading home.

Surrounded by the familiarity of the house, Kim told Mimi she was very pleased with Mimi’s behavior that day and as a reward, Mimi could do as she pleased for the rest of the day. She added that her chastity device must remain in place. Kim verbalized a suggestion to Cindy that they should go to a favorite tavern to enjoy themselves until the night was over. Mimi watched as they departed. For the first time in many weeks, what she chose to do was entirely up to her. She was puzzled, but then pondered… …what did she want to do?

EPISODE SIX: Plans for Sissy Sunday… …and the Following Weekend
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Hmmm- a sissy maid at a frat party. What could possibly go wrong! :rofl: :gag:
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Thanks for the quick follow-up story. :D
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