I would like to tell you about my life and position with my dear owner, Mistress Marion. We have been married for close to 30 years and from the start she has known of my transvestite tendencies. When I was young, cross-dressing was not a phrase in common use. Our children, now adult, know of this, so security at home is not a problem, plus the fact that they do not live at home anymore. We sleep in different rooms for no other reason than I snore badly. I had for some years been a very submissive housemaid to Mistress on the weekends when circumstances permitted. It is a role that she particularly enjoys, as do I. I did not dress in front of the children while they were small, and they were introduced to it gently. They also know that Mistress Marion is in charge.

The status quo changed three years ago when my job disappeared. Mistress retains her job in education. She is on a good salary, and we have small outgoings since our mortgage is long paid off. We discussed my unemployment and the likelihood that at my age a meaningful job would be hard, if not impossible, to get.  Mistress suggested to me that I should be her full time housekeeper. I jumped at the chance, but Mistress said that being full time was a lot different from just weekends, and that there should be a two month trial to see if I could take it. She pointed out that the rules of the game would change and that absolute obedience would be required at all times not just on weekends, that I would rarely wear male attire.

I readily agreed, and apart from the occasional hiccup the probationary period went well. I knelt and told Mistress that I would be her slave, and we made an agreement where I formally  bound myself to her wishes for a year. Although not legally binding, it is morally binding, as I have now stated and signed to the fact that I am her servant for the agreed time. The agreement is conducted once a year on the same date. I now live to serve my gorgeous Mistress, and I have a set routine. I rise at 6.30 am, today at 6 am since I wanted to begin this letter. I get out of my nightie and quickly shower. I then put on panties, hold-up stockings, and a pinny to serve a light breakfast to Mistress at 7 o'clock.

While Mistress is showering I lay out her clothes for the day and then assist her to dress. Mistress will then allow me to don an overall for the day's housework. After housework I can change into what I wish if I like, but I must be in uniform when she comes home.  She leaves for work at 8 o'clock; I kiss her feet prior to her departure. I perform the household tasks, which to be honest with only two of us are not onerous, and sort out the washing. Lingerie is to be done by hand. Pegging out is no problem as our house is isolated. If I am to leave the house I may put on male outer clothing.

Mistress usually arrives home at 6pm, when I will be in uniform and have her evening meal ready. My uniform will be short black skirt, white blouse, white underwear, black stockings, low heels and a pinny, in fact a waitress look. I have respectfully asked if I might have a French Maid uniform and have been told that it will be considered. If Mistress is coming home early I will be informed.  My duties end at 8pm, unless something sexual is on the menu but normally Mistress is too tired, at which time I may change into whatever I wish, which is usually just a nightie and knickers at that time. I will at that time give Mistress a back or foot massage. I get Saturday off, because I like to watch sport on the TV, and Mistress goes shopping with our daughter. We eat out on Saturdays, and if we are on holiday then so am I.

My beloved mistress does not cane me - ours is not that sort of relationship, I do not like pain and she does not like to give it.  I rarely disobey orders, but on the odd occasion that it has happened I am changed into a pair of school knickers, and placed standing face into a corner with my hands tied behind me, I am then gagged with a pair of very flimsy panties and left to stand at Mistress's pleasure. She might also do this if she is simply feeling in the mood. I do not particularly enjoy this, as it is a bit boring, but then if I enjoyed it then it would not be a punishment. I was thus confined on one occasion when the electricity meter reader came. Mistress could have taken him to the utility room through the hall and kitchen if she wished, but she detoured him through the lounge where I was. He pretended not to notice me in the corner and Mistress carried on as if I was not there. I felt acute humiliation and embarrassment, but I also became quite excited.

Mistress has taken me out dressed but I must dress my age, which is not a bad thing as no-one looks twice at a middle aged lady in the company of another lady. Mistress always dresses more glamorously than I, so noone is looking at me anyway. My one regret is that I am no longer allowed to wear the darling little mini skirts that I could get away with twenty years ago.  I love my Mistress, I love wearing my knickers, and it gives me a charge to sell myself into slavery every year. I will do anything that Mistress wants. I submit absolutely.

I have now risen early for three days compiling this letter so I am going to close it now as I must get out of my nightie and get myself ready for Mistress. Tomorrow it will be back to 6.30, ah, a lie in!
I am respectfully yours,

David C.

Thank you for that very sweet letter David, and it is very gratifying to hear of yet another household in which petticoat government is the rule. I can see that you appreciate what a wonderful  thing it is, and how it can cement an ardent and lasting love.

In the cold weather  - remember this for later in the year - you should consider warming your mistress's pyjamas or nightdress in the oven for a few minutes before she goes to bed. It can be done, certainly you don't want the temperature too high, and it is by little things such as this that a devoted submissive huband demonstrates his enduring love for his wife.
Susan