For about the first month after the party, Joan would occasionally suggest that I change into my 'party clothes' when I got home from work.  I was very happy to do so, and on those nights I cooked the supper and cleaned up the kitchen, while Joan relaxed.  I also knew that she would be in charge of our love making, and that would be terrific.

The first time I put on feminine clothes without Joan’s suggestion and assistance was the real beginning of our new way of life.  She had called me on a Friday afternoon and said she had a lot to do at her office, and couldn’t possibly get home until about an hour after I would.  When I got home, I decided to surprise her, so I changed into my feminine clothes, put on one of her aprons, and started to prepare supper.  I had the table set, salad made, and meat and vegetables ready to cook when she came in.  Joan took one look at me and said, 'If you want to be the maid that’s fine with me.  I’ll have my drink in the den'.
 
That evening we discussed what my duties and responsibilities would be as a maid and we both decided to give it a try.  After breakfast the next morning, Joan said that while I cleaned the house, she would do some shopping for me, as I would have to have more than one pair of panties and stockings if I was going to be wearing them so much.  When she got home it was like an extra birthday.  She had gotten me several pairs of panties and stockings, two bras and slips, a high waisted panty girdle, and a nightgown.  I wasn’t too thrilled when she showed me the girdle, but she said she got it for two reasons: first, it would definitely smooth out my 'pot', and, second, since I don’t have the right hip contours, a garter belt slips down occasionally.

Since that weekend there have been very few times when I haven’t had on some feminine clothing.  On Monday morning, Joan insisted that I wear stockings, panties and the girdle when I went to work.  Though I was a little nervous about wearing lingerie to work, the only comment I got (after about two weeks) was 'have you lost some weight?'  I also very quickly learned how to manipulate the split crotch on the girdle so I could still stand up to take a pee, unless it is a 'suffer day, as Joan calls them.

As Joan became more dominant, she began to impose occasional penalties on me for real or imagined misdeeds.  The penalties are always directly connected with my cross-dressing, and many have been quite ingenious.  The first penalty (which has been repeated a number of times), was to make me do a thorough housecleaning on a weekend, wearing full feminine attire, including a long bra, high heels, and a wig.  Scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen floors is no joy when dressed like that, and neither is wearing four inch heels for 12 to 14 hours.

Though our mistress-maid relationship is a private one, and unknown to any of our friends and associates, Joan has occasionally completely humiliated me in front of strangers.  Once when buying me some new stockings, and the sales girl had shown her several colours, she turned to me and said, 'Why should I make this decision?  You are the one who is going to wear the stockings.  What colour would you prefer?'  The salesgirl thought it was a lot funnier than I did, especially when Joan insisted I pull up my pants leg so that the new stockings could be matched in colour.  She has also made me select my own panties and slips in much the same way at various times.

On 'suffer days', Joan makes some slight change in my attire that serves to keep me reminded that she is in charge.  I have had to wear support stockings during the hottest summer weather, and she has made me wear pantihose under the girdle so that I can’t stand up and use a urinal.  The latest thing is an all-in-one panty style, foundation garment that I have had to wear several times this past winter.  She sewed up the split crotch on that so that I have to practically completely undress if I need to go to the toilet.  The first time I had to wear that to work was really rough, but now I know not to drink any coffee at breakfast, and I manage to get through the day.

I haven’t had a suffer day yet this week but I still have about three more days to go on Joan’s latest punishment. Since September, I have had to wear a belt and sanitary pad each time she has had her period, and this time she decided I should also wear  tampon.  
Hope you will keep publishing letters on cross dressing.  They are very enjoyable.

Mr K. B. (Massachusetts)

Well, it sounds like Joan was being very crafty, and now has an excellent housemaid to do all the household chores. And despite his protests, I am sure that Mr K. B. is enjoying being his beloved wife's servant too. They are obviously a very happy couple.

This letter was contributed by dear Marcia, who types out letters very efficiently, and says that she is very happy to be a typist for 'petticoated.com'. She has some more contributions to send when she has the time to spare, and I am certain that all readers will look forward to them with keen interest.
Susan