### **From Ex-Husband to French Maid**
I’m sitting at my desk in my home office doing some work when I hear the sound of your high heels approaching. I look up and see you in my bedroom doorway. You curtesy.
“I’m ready for inspection of my chores, ma’am.”
I look over my glasses at you in your french maid attire with hosiery and tall heels. Your face is made up according to my instructions. No wig today, your hair is getting longer and I placed a cute hair band in it. You look adorable.
“Excellent, sissy,” I say.
I take my glasses off and follow you down the hall to the laundry nook where all my laundry has been folded into three baskets. I inspect that it’s all been handled appropriately. I nod and give a pat on your tush to keep us moving.
Next is the bathroom, followed by the living room and your sissy quarters. Everything looks great.
“I’m impressed, sissy. So far so good. Just think, when you first got here you could barely run a vacuum.”
“Thank you, my Queen,” you say humbly.
We head into the kitchen and I carefully inspect everything. I make sure the floor has been waxed. I run a finger over the counter tops… and stop.
“Sissy, what is this?”
You teeter in the heels. Take a hard swallow.
“What’s what, Miss Amber??”
I motion you to come over. You stare blankly and I have to bend you over the counter. I grab your head and slowly lower your face to the surface.
“Look at all these crumbs, sissy. This counter is disgusting!”
“Miss Amber, I’m sorry, I must have forgot to wipe it down.”
You try to struggle, but I keep you pinned there.
“Sissy, we’ve been over this a thousand times, you do *not* ask me for an inspection unless you’ve gone over everything on your list of chores with a fine tooth comb.”
“I know, Miss Amber… I’m so sorry.”
I straddle you in the position that I normally peg you in as I keep you pinned against the counter. I lean over you, I inhale your perfume and get right up into your ear.
“Listen carefully, sissy,” I whisper. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today otherwise I’d be making you lick those crumbs up with your tongue.”
“Th — thank you, Mistress,” you mutter. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
“Don’t worry, sissy. You’re going to make it up to me.”
I let you up, you’re breathing heavy you’re so nervous. I motion for you to follow me back toward my bedroom. I tell you to wait in the center of my room, but just as I’m about to step away, I notice something…
“What the *hell* is that, sissy?!”
You follow my eyes… down… toward your crotch and your face goes white. There’s a medium sized stain here. You start to tremble.
“Miss Amber I — I”
“Stop talking,” I say. Your mouth snaps shut.
I walk over and lift your dress up and feel the stain. It’s dry.
“Sissy, when did this little accident happen?”
“Miss Amber, I’m so sorry I –”
“Answer the question!”
“Uh, well I –”
I push you down onto your knees. “If you can’t answer me properly, sissy you’ll take the slave position. Now try again.”
“Earlier, my Queen. It happened earlier.”
“And you just weren’t going to tell me?”
“I was so embarrassed, Miss Amber. I’m truly sorry.”
“You’re making me regret being lenient earlier. Get up and lay over the bed. Take those filthy panties off.”
You lay down on your back on the bed and slowly slide the panties off. I tell you to hold onto them. I lift your dress up and your little clit is exposed. I can see you blushing. It’s always so hard when it’s exposed to me like that now that it’s all hairless.
I step over to my night table drawer and pull out your chastity cage. I see the disappointment in your eyes.
“You have disappointed me greatly today, sissy.”
“I know, Miss Amber.”
“I let you go free of chastity because you promised me no more accidents.”
“I know, Miss Amber.”
I slide the cage onto your tiny clit and lock you in. I take the key and attach it to the necklace hanging off my neck.
“I have to punish you.”
“I know,” you sigh. “Miss Amber.”
“Good, now get up, and bend over the bed.”
You do so and I flip your dress up over your back. I disappear to my closet and return with my riding crop. You can’t see it, but you start to feel it as I run it between your inner thighs and take the padded end and massage your chastised cock. You moan, start to sway a bit.
“Tell me, sissy. What caused this accident today?”
“I don’t understand, Mistress.”
“Don’t be such a ditz, sissy. What were you thinking about that caused you to spurt like you did?”
You’re breathing hard as I continue to poke at your balls.
“You, my Queen. I — I was thinking about you.”
I stop. “Explain, sissy.”
“I — I was watching you put on your makeup this morning and… I couldn’t help myself. I just lost control.”
I rub my hand over your back. I can feel you trembling. I lean over you.
“Pick a number sissy between five and ten.”
“Uh … five,” you mumble.
“Perfect,” I say as I lean back over you. I take the panties in your hand and ball them up and place them into your mouth to gag you. I nuzzle your face for a second, then kiss your cheek. “Five it is.”
I push your legs apart. I wind back and — *whack!* — goes the riding crop against your balls.
You moan into the gag in your mouth as your face turns purple.
**Whack!**
**Whack!**
**Whack!**
You’ve broken out in a sweat and are in tears against the gag.
**Whack!**
Your knees almost buckle, but you stay standing. I walk over and remove the gag as you exhale, panting for air. I lean into you and get close.
“Beg me for one more, sissy.”
“No,” you start to almost sob. “I can’t take –”
“I wasn’t asking, you sissy bitch. Beg me for one more.”
You sigh, take a deep inhale, then say. “Please… Miss Amber… one more.”
“Gladly, sissy. So nice of you to ask. Make sure to thank me after this, ok?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
**WHACK!**
You scream, but not before yelling. “Thank you, Miss Amber!”
I smile and return the riding crop to my closet. You’re trembling on the bed, face still beat red.
“Now, that makes up for the accident. I do still need to punish you for the mess in the kitchen since apparently you don’t appreciate how lenient I’ve been with you.”
“Miss Amber, I do — I do appreciate it — I just –”
“This isn’t negotiable, sissy. Go fetch my large hairbrush from my vanity.”
You stumble across the room. I take a seat. You return meekly holding a hairbrush with a pink handle and a wide back. I pat my lap. You hesitate, this is one of the more humiliating things I ask you to do.Then, slowly, you lay across my lap as I gently fold your dress back. I rub your exposed bum.
“Look at us, sissy.”
I motion to the mirror on the other side of the room that shows you laying across my lap. “Look at how weak and obedient you are. Some strong man you turned out to be, huh? Look at you laying over a woman’s lap dressed like you are.”
You hang your head in shame.
“I know this has been tough on you, sissy. Every day I take a little more of your manhood. But, you’re becoming a better person for it, wouldn’t you agree? So much more respectful of women.”
“Yes, Miss Amber. You are right.”
I feel you shifting on my lap.
“Now, I’m going to give you ten little spankings with my brush. I want you to thank me for each one, understood, sissy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s a good girl.”
**WHACK!**
“Ugh, thank you, Miss Amber!”
**WHACK!**
You moan and start to sob again.
“I can’t hear you, sissy.”
“Thank you, Miss Amber,” you say through tears.
“I honestly can’t believe you’re crying. What would your old male friends say about this?”
**WHACK!**
“*Uggghh!* Thank you Miss Amber.”
I continue the punishment until your bum cheeks are a bright red. Once I’m done I push you down onto the floor and get off the chair. I stand above your head as you’re sobbing and breathing heavy.
“Now, kiss my heels and thank me for making you a better sissy.”
You lift your head slowly and give gentle kisses to my feet.
“Thank you … my Queen … for making me a better sissy.”
“You’re welcome. I need to run some errands. You’ll wait right there for my return.”
“Yes, Miss Amber.”
***
I return a short time later and you’re still laying there on the floor. I tell you to get up and to lay on the bed on your back. You oblige. I instruct you to lift your legs up and you do as I slide a fresh pair of panties up over you. I make sure they fit snuggly around your chastised clit. You stare up at me, mascara streaks dried on your face. I return with a damp tissue and clean your face up.
“I’m sorry I made –”
“Shhh,” I say. “Listen carefully. I’m going out tonight. I want you to select three dresses from my closet to choose from. You have fifteen minutes while I grab a shower.”
“Yes, Miss Amber.”
I depart and take exactly fifteen minutes in my shower and return with my towel around my body. You have laid three dresses out on the bed like I asked. I inspect them, pleased with the choices and select the black long sleeve dress.
“Excellent choice, my Queen.”
I nod and remove the towel so I stand nude before you. You almost shudder. I know you’ll be straining against your chastity cage.
“Now help me dress, sissy.”
You murmur something then begin helping me dress. I have you help smooth the patterned tights up my legs and you zip the dress up for me in the back. Next, I have you hold my heels out for me to step into then I instruct you to kneel next to me at my vanity while I apply my makeup so you can learn. Out of the corner of my eye I can see you shifting uncomfortably.
“How long will you be gone, Miss Amber?”
“How is that any importance to you?”
“I — well, I just wanted to know if you needed anything done or…”
“No, I’ll be tucking you into your sissy bed after this and we’ll see each other in the morning.”
“Oh…”
“You don’t like when I go out, do you sissy?”
You say nothing.
“Sissy…?”
“No, I don’t Miss Amber.”
I pat your head as I spritz some perfume on. I motion for you to follow me as we go into your sissy room with the twin bed. I have you undress out of your maid uniform and get into your nighty.
“Lay back now, sissy. One more thing before lights out.”
I open your night table drawer and remove a large pink butt plug and start to coat it with lube. I have you hold your legs up as I pull your panties aside and slowly start to work the plug into you. You groan, shift around, but finally accept all of the plug into you like a good girl. I pull the covers up around you.
“You never complimented me on my dress tonight, sissy.”
“I’m sorry,” you say. “You look beautiful, my Queen.”
“Thank you, sissy,” I say as I lean down and kiss your lips. “Night, night now.”
“Night, Miss Amber.”
I turn off the lights.
***
It’s just past three in the morning when you hear me stumble into your room. I’m buzzed and you wake with squinty eyes.
“Miss Amber, everything ok?”
“Yes, I just wanted to see my darling sissy.”
You sit, obediently awaiting orders.
“Grab me my strap-on, sissy.”
You scramble out of bed, grab my strap from my room and return hastily. I don’t even have to order you, you politely lift up my dress so you can start to fasten it around my waist.
“Oh someone is eager, isn’t she?” I ask.
“…yes,” you whisper.
I pull my panties down making sure the bulb end of my strap goes in me. You watch this happen and know that you’re in for it. I take my ‘cock’ and smack your little lips with it as you kiss it and look up at me.
“Now, my love, bend over that bed and get that sissy ass in the air.”
“Right away, my Queen.”
I saunter over to you. I grab your hips and pull them towards me as you arch your back. I pull at your hair and smack your sore ass.
“Tell me, sissy,” I say as I tease the butt plug in your hole. “Why do you hate that I go out.”
“I … I don’t know, I get nervous.”
“About what, sissy?”
“That … well, that you’ll find a real man. I can’t possibly satisfy you like … ugh god mistress that feels good … like this.”
I pull your plug out and slowly tease your hole with my strap.
“I don’t need a real man, sissy. You know this.”
I slide my ‘cock’ into you and you moan and I begin to thrust gently as you rock back into me.
“Why would I give this up with for some man and his macho bullshit?”
You can’t answer as I’m starting to really push into you hard. I grab your hair and yank your head back as I kiss you.
“I just need you, sissy. Now thank your queen for fucking you like the sissy you are.”
“*Ughh, yes, thank you my Queen! Oh god!*”
I push you down on the bed as I start to pound you good as your cries of ecstasy fill the room.
**END**
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