Dear School-mates, and my special e-Sisters,
This report could have been under several Topic Groupings but this one, to me, seemed to be the best.
A week ago, today, July 1st 2012, My Mistress/Wife called for me to be present for a, "Kitchen Table Talk." Usually, I'm the one who requests these, "Talks," so I was very surprised, when She told me about Her demand. A few years ago, this, "Talk," would have been almost as a, "Safe Word," that members of a B.D.S.M. group use. A, "Safe Word," is used when one member, either the, "Top," or the, "bottom," needs for an activity to stop, at once! No questions asked.
Well, first of all, I don't get to talk unless Mistress asks a question. Normally, Sundays are the, [my] Maid's Day Off, so-to-speak. There are still the Daily Chores to be done and Mistress' Meals to be prepared and properly served but the highlight of the weekend is my Sunday Afternoon Nap. I need it, so I can work the other six days.
My heart does, indeed, "go out," to my Sissy School Class-mates in the Mid-Atlantic States and the South East area of our Country. We have relatives in both the Greater Washington D.C. area and the Atlantic, Georgia area. I have friends and, former, co-workers in Colorado. My simple, "wants," or difficulties pale in comparison to those, who lose their homes or parts of their family to these horrid Wildfires, tornado-winds, and hurricane rain. I do offer my simple prayers to my School-mates.
NOW, last Sunday, after Mass and Brunch, Mistress told me, that She wanted this, "Kitchen Table Talk." I have to be in, "Full Uniform," i.e.: My French Maid Uniform. That requires a clean and pressed uniform, apron, both nude pantyhose and fishnet pantyhose. I wish I would be permitted to wear garter-belts and regular stockings but ....[sigh] I'm not. For some reason, Mistress wanted me in full make-up and wig. I still don't know why.
At these, "Talks," I am standing in Full Attention. I have to wear my locked anklets with their twin, mini-padlocks, and the little silver bells. Mistress does NOT wants to hear these little bells ringing. Once, "at Attention," I cannot move my high-heel, clad feet. She also has me wear my, "Christmas Earrings." They have tiny jingle-bells. She doesn't NOT want to hear them, "sound," either. My little house-purse must be properly held and supplied. She ALWAYS puts on one or two, un-blotted, extra coats of lipstick on me. (Mac's Russian Red)
I have to bring out Her Dinning-room to the kitchen for this, "Talk." There are no chairs in the kitchen. That why I need to stand in my little corner of the Kitchen, at the triangle, breast-high, shelf, where my Little Girl bowl and spoon are kept. I'm not permitted to use either a fork or a knife, when I'm permitted to eat.
Mistress talks; I listen.
At least, my gag, which I had, "wear," and keep in the car for the last several weeks, is not included in my, "Uniform." I had to be gagged at home. I could take it off, once in the car, as I travelled to and from work. My cook's job is, "non-Susan," and my day-job is, "semi-Susan." However, if I see my daughter's car in the driveway, I enter the house in a non-Susan mode.
Mistress seems to be a very, "moody," person in recent weeks. Sometimes, She treats me as Her very own Little Girl, other times, (normally) as the, "hired help," i.e.: Housemaid, errand-girl, cook, waitress, and an object of ridicule for Her Girlfriends.
This is getting somewhat long, so I'll close now and continue this with a, "reply post."
Submissively and Sisterly yours,
"Missy," Susan Pauline
I've been cross-dressing almost forever. The past few years finds me more interested in serving and being humilated by others. I'm a 100% Submissive Housemaid/husband. I, "love," my high heels and my Maids Uniforms.