I tried to be a good maid for Her, serving Her, doing all She asked, never complaining

I hurried to clean the mirror before my Wife returned home. I had my list of chores, and I was running late because of the rust stains in the sink. If everything wasn't done perfectly, She would be upset at me. And I didn't want to be punished again! I tried to be a good maid for Her, serving Her, doing all She asked, never complaining.

I didn't even protest anymore when She injected the female hormones into me, even though by now my breast growth was too much to hide. In fact, the latest uniform She bought for me was designed to show off my new "assets" as She called them. Tonight She'll have a man coming over for dinner. I will serve them both, then watch as She takes him up to the bedroom to have sex, while I clean the dishes.

I'm technically still Her husband, but it has been years since we made love. I'm Her feminized maid now, and between the hormones, the hypnosis and the female domination sessions, I no longer resist. I no longer protest. I merely serve Her. I am not worthy of Her. I am just a male. I must act like a woman in order to show Her my love. I must serve Her as Her maid, in order to show how I worship Her.

I am Her slave now, as I deserve to be. I must complete my work before She comes home!

Tonight She'll have a man coming over for dinner