His alarm goes off at 6 AM that Saturday. On any other Saturday he would ignore the alarm and sleep in until 10 or 11, but not today.

Today is Service Day, and he couldn't be happier about it.

He gets out of bed quietly, careful not to wake his wife as he does so, and tiptoes out of the room and down the hall to the empty guest room. His outfit for the day, chosen by his wife the night before, is laid out for him on the guest bed.

He is almost giddy to find what she chose for him, but he has no idea what she will pick. Last time it was the full French Maid uniform for the day, but the time before that it was a skirt and bralette, no panties, and the Service Day before that was JUST panties. Before that it was nothing but tights and a buttplug; he really doesn't know what to expect, but he can't wait to find out.

He savors the anticipation, going first into the hallway bathroom instead of the guest room. He likes to shower here instead of the master bathroom, because his wife sleeps in until 8 on Service Days and he would not like to wake her.

He did wake her up once, in one of the earlier Service Days. He showered in the master bathroom and the noise and light woke her up. She was sitting up in bed when he came out of the shower, looking absolutely adorable with her hair messed up a little, wearing the glasses she claimed made her look dorky but really just made her cuter. She had a funny little smile on her face.

"Good morning, sissy," she said.

He returned the smile, and could feel his cock stirring. "Good morning, mistress. Did I wake you?"

She nodded, and her smile got a little bigger. "You did. But that's okay." She leaned in and gave him a kiss; then she added "But you will get a spanking for every minute of sleep I lost, sissy. To help you learn, of course."

His heart skipped a beat. It was 6:25, and he was meant to wake her at 8:00...

95 spankings! His cock hardened immediately, tenting his towel and drawing a giggle from his wife.

"Yes mistress," he said compliantly. He could do 95 spankings. His ass was going to be red and sore, but he was going to be hard the entire time, and his mistress often let him hump her leg as he was over her knee.

Then she said something that he would forever mark as one of the best things she has ever said: "Maybe, if you're good until then, I'll let you take breaks while you eat my pussy."

That was a few dozen Service Days ago, and they've only become better since.

He uses a lavender bodywash instead of his usual men's wash in the shower, mostly because it helps him get in the right mood for the day. He plays with himself in the shower for maybe too long, rubbing his hard cock and fingering himself with soapy fingers. He pictures both hands are his mistress's and has to stop or else he'll cum; and nothing ruins Service Day like cumming.

He shaves his face and trims his fingernails, and brushes his teeth and cleans his ears (she always notices when he doesn't, and he's been given a few spankings because of it), and 20 minutes later he's admiring the outfit she picked for him.

His first thought is that it's VERY sissy.

His second thought is that he can't wait to bend over near his wife while doing chores.

His third thought is that his second thought was VERY sissy, and he MUST be VERY SISSY, and he giggles.

First is the dress, pink with lace, on which everything else is laid. He's worn it before, and it sits well on his chest but has a skirt not designed for someone his height; because of that, any movement at all lets onlookers peek at whatever he has on underneath. He pictures being instructed by his mistress to do chores around her all day, and imagines getting pinched and fondled and spanked and pulled to the ground to eat pussy, and if he wasn't hard before he is now.

The rest of the ensemble is laid out on the dress in the places closest to where they'll be on the body. A pink headband and pink lipstick sit at the neck of the dress, as well as a pretty gold necklace he's never seen before. The lipstick makes him especially nervous; Mistress has never seen him in lipstick before, and it does make him look very sissy.

But that seems to be today's theme, because the bralette Mistress chose is also pink, and padded and lacy and adorable. Below that: more pink. Double pink, in fact; two pairs of ruffled panties, one a thong and the other fullback. Then, finally, a pair of white tights with cute little bows at the top.

He is in sissy heaven. In his wildest dreams he never thought this outfit would have been possible; back during the second service day his Mistress had him walk around naked. He loved doing that; being naked around a clothed woman added a lot to the submission aspect.

But the night of the third Service Day, he felt a little let down when she told him she'd left him no panties once more.

"I just don't get why you need to wear panties." she'd asked.

He stammered. "I - I don't know, baby. It has something to do with my masculinity, I think. It's kinda freeing; I've always really liked feminine things, you know? Like how I always love it when you wear dresses?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I like them on you because you're really pretty, but I also just really like femininity. Just like I love when your nails are painted, but also tried to be okay painting my nails in college. I've loved feminity ever since I stole a dress from a clothing drive I had access to; I wanted to experience feminine things, but it wasn't safe to do it in the open. I think the fact that it's forbidden, not to mention emasculating, makes it sexy to me."

"You like being emasculated?" she was hesitant. "You want me to tease you?"

He blushed. "Yeah, but only a little! Just call me sissy, or slut, and kind of mock me a little bit. Like, tell me you like my girly panties and make me bend over."

She stared. "You want me to be mean to you?"

"I mean..." he shrugged. "Sorta? Like you don't have to tell me I'm human garbage but..." he paused for a second and really thought about how to explain a thing as strange as a kink.

"Just," he began, "say things that remind me that you are in control and I am not. Like..."

He paused again.

"The being mean isn't the fun; the lack of control is. When you tell me I'm a bad boy and I need to be punished I don't get off on being a bad boy, I get off on being so helpless, in a position where I might be punished. A women as sexy and...voluptuous as you"- he blushes here -"being in a position to punish me is what's so exciting. Like... " he struggles for words again, but charges through, "it just feels so nice to not be in control."

"But," he clarified, "not just "not being in control," but not being in control with someone who cares about me and loves me. You punishing me, and then kissing me and holding me and calling me your good girl, makes me feel powerless but protected and sexy and desired, which is nice."

"And hard?"

"And hard?"

"Yeah," she said with a grin. "It makes you feel powerless and protected and sexy and desired, and hard."

He smiled back. "Yeah, and hard."

She thought about this for a moment. Then; "and you like spankings?"

He grinned. "Definitely. Spanking is the ultimate power move, the perfect way to show you're in charge and I need to obey. Put me in panties, spank me 'til I'm red, then tell me I'm your good boy as I eat your pussy, and I'll be yours forever."

She snorted. "It's that easy, huh?"

He grinned."It really is!" Then his grin faded and he took on a more serious tone. "I know you don't think the panties are sexy, but it just really adds to it. And I promise I eat pussy better in panties!"

She giggled. "I did notice that!"

"Maybe..." he hesitated "...maybe focus more on the oral and servitude and less on the lingerie? Please?"

She smiled; she was charmed by his forthrightness. "Okay; I'll pick your panties, and you'll eat me out."

Since then it's been panties, sometimes panties and a bralette, but rarely ever a full outfit and NEVER such a feminine one as the one in front of him. He reaches for the ruffled thong on top and a little pink object that had blended in with the ruffles falls off, onto the dress.

A chastity cage, with a lock attached and open but no key in sight. In spite of itself his dick throbs at the sight, and he experiences a torrent of sexual and affectionate feelings, each one directed at his Mistress Wife who knows that she is a bad sissy who can't be trusted with her own dick.

He suspects this kink's about the power exchange, too; the emasculation of his "tool" being forbidden from him, as well as the fact that his wife holds the key, makes him feel powerless but in good, incredibly sexy hands.

He takes the cage back to the bathroom and douses his dick in cold water until it is quiet and small again. Then, before it has time to get hard again, he lubes the cage, slips it on and closes the lock.

The thought that his mistress might not have the key never even crosses his mind. See? There's some trust involved here!

He goes back into the guest room and pulls the thong up his legs and over his locked cock, which is already attempting to grow again and straining at the cage to do so. It hurts slightly, but it's such a good pain he can't even think to complain.

First the thong, then the fullback ruffled panties, which he adjusts so you can just see the thong just over the top of the second pair.

Then comes the white tights, which he is careful not to ruin as he pulls them up; then he puts on the pink bralette (he pauses to admire himself in the mirror and his cock can't take much more) before he puts on the headband and the collar. Finally he pulls the little pink dress over his head and zips it up, and walks into the bathroom to apply his pink lipstick.

She is the very picture of sissy; all pink and locked up tight. She adjusts her headband in the mirror and blows a kiss, then tries to smile the type of shy smile suited for a sissy. Then, because it's 7:00 and mistress does not like to eat late, she heads to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

Breakfast today, by special request, is chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. It won't take the full hour, but sissy gets started immediately. She makes coffee in the French press and puts the bacon in the oven, and she mixes up the batter with the chocolate chips, and by 7:30 all that's left to do is actually cook the pancakes, which she'll start at 7:50 so they're warm for mistress. With that extra twenty minutes she cleans her mess and tries to leave the kitchen in a better shape than she left it. She wishes she had time to run to the farmer's market and buy fresh flowers, and tries to remember to ask Mistress to allow her to wake up earlier on Service Days.

Then, at 7:57, she puts pancakes and bacon and coffee and a little vase of flowers on a special breakfast-in-bed tray, stands outside Mistress's bedroom door, and waits for her phone to say 8:00.

7:58; she shifts on her feet, and is quietly thankful she is not in heels today. Mistress has made her wear heels a few times, and each time she is so horny she can hardly stand it, and each time her feet ache by the end of the day.

7:59; her cock bulges inside its little pink prison, just barely out of sight in the sissy pink dress.

8:00. She knocks softly three times on the door. Immediately a sound comes from the room, but it's not Mistress inviting her sissy into her room.

It's Mistress's vibrator. Sissy stands still in front of the door and listens to the noises inside; first the quiet hum of the vibrator, then her mistress's moans of pleasure, getting louder and louder as the seconds pass. Sissy's cock strains and tries to grow, and it hurts but feels so good.

Sissy just stands at the door, listening to Mistress pleasure herself and feeling the strain of her cage. After a few minutes she hears her mistress's moans cut off along with the vibrator, and then-

"Come in!" comes her Mistress's cheerful voice. Breakfast tray in one hand, she pulls down the hem of the dress with the other and walks in.

"Good morning, sissy!" Mistress is stunning, like every time sissy or her male counterpart see her. She is sitting up in bed, wearing her "Mrs. Always Right" pajama shirt and a white blanket over her legs. Her hair, black and shoulder length, comes down a little bedraggled, but in such a way that it adds to her charms. Her breasts press up against the loose shirt; they are big and gorgeous and soft and lovely, and there is nothing she likes more than sucking on Mistress's nipples.

To sissy, Mistress couldn't look more perfect.

"Good morning, Mistress!" says sissy in a cheerful voice, one that is, perhaps, a teensy bit higher pitched than her natural male voice. She puts the tray down next to Mistress and pulls the shades open to let the light in. "Did you sleep well?"

She smiles and nods, and grabs a piece of bacon. "I did! I also woke up well." She winks and gestures to the pink vibrator next to her, and sissy feels her cock strain.

"I heard!" replies sissy. "Thank you for letting me listen in," she adds with a smile.

"I was hoping..." begins Mistress, as she slowly moves the blanket off to the side until it is no longer covering her. Now sissy can see the pink floral panties she's wearing, and sissy remembers all the times her face has been pressed into that sweet softness, and the cage nearly pops free on its own.

"...that you..." Mistress continues. She brings a finger down to her gorgeous pussy, still covered by pretty little panties, and pushes it and her panties in. She lets out a very sexual, feminine moan that makes sissy's knees week, then Mistress pushes even further, and sissy can see that her panties are soaked; She must have used the vibrator on top of the panties.

"...would be able to clean me up?" she finishes, with puppy dog eyes and a devilish, adorable grin. Then she puts another finger inside herself and her grin melts away as she finds pleasure. She moans again and closes her eyes, and pushes her fingers back and forth several more times as sissy stands and watches, her little dick begging to be released.

When Mistress stops she holds out her glistening wet fingers for sissy, who leans forward and licks them clean while Mistress pushes them in and out like sissy's mouth is her pussy. Then-

"Your lipstick!" she says, like she's suddenly realized it's there. She takes her fingers out of sissy's mouth and runs them alony sissy's mouth, who puckers them a little for show. Then she looks sissy up and down with a warm smile.

"You look very cute! Very feminine and sissy."

Sissy feels herself blush. She curtseys the way Mistress taught her, and says "thank you, Mistress." And she means it; the teases play to her love of power dynamics, but the compliments play to her love of femininity. However Mistress treats her, she's happy.

"Well?" says Mistress, "Let me see!"

Sissy spins around very slowly so Mistress can admire her outfit. When she's turned around Mistress giggles. "Stop," she says. Sissy stops.

"Such pretty panties!" says Mistress. "Take a step backwards."

Sissy takes a step backwards and immediately feels Mistresses warm hands through the ruffles of her fullback panties. She squeezes and slaps it hard, and then she pulls one side of the panty down and slaps her bare ass four more time, giggling as she does so.

"Mmm," she says, and she reaches out and pulls the full panties down to his ankles. "I think we'll do just your thong today, sissy boy. Bend over."

Her heart pounding and cock painfully hard she bends down at the waist. Mistress rubs her hands gently along her smooth ass, carefully avoiding his asshole but sweeping awfully close as she passes by. Sissy can't help but shiver at the teasing and, without even meaning to, she finds herself pushing back into her Mistress's hand.

Mistress notices, and slaps sissy's ass with a laugh. "You slut!"

"Mmm," says sissy, turning her head back to watch Mistress. She wiggles her ass as seductively as possible. "Maybe a little."

Mistress smiles seductively and begins sucking on a little black butt plug she pulled from her bedside table. Her other hand still rubs, and occasionally slaps, sissy's ass.. "Did you clean yourself, sissy?"

"Yes mistress."

Sissy had given herself an enema the night before, in the hopes of Mistress penetrating her somehow. The enema was a bit of a pain in the ass, pun absolutely intended, but she loved anytime her Mistress played with her ass; not only was it emasculating and feminizing, which played to his love of power exchange and panties, but it was also an incredibly intimate experience that he adored sharing with his wife and Mistress; the first time she put a plug in him he felt a connection with her that hadn't been topped since.

Today the connection happily happens quickly, as Sissy all of a sudden finds herself filled by the plug. She can feel that it's her bigger plug, and she thrusts her ass back instinctively. Mistress pushes forward, and then back and forth and back and forth, and sissy moans loudly and Mistress giggles, but then she moans too and sissy sees she is furiously rubbing her clit through her little pink panties, and the panties are dripping wet.

"Uugh!" Mistress says. She pulls her finger out of sissy's ass, then slaps it again. "Stop distracting me, you slut!"

Sissy stands up straight and turns around. "Sorry mistress. Do you have chores for me today?" Sissy can't help but stare at Mistress's hand, which is still fiddling with her clit.

"Of course, sissy," she says in a mischievous voice; she is watching sissy as sissy watches her play with herself. "I'd like the living room clean by the time I'm done with my shower. Then I want you to clean my bathroom, then my room."

"Yes ma'am." Mistress is now pushing her panties in and out of her wet pussy, and sissy can think of nothing else, she's practically salivating.

"And you need to get all the laundry done and sorted. Panties hung to dry, work things ironed."

"Yes ma'am." Mistress starts going faster; sissy's cock must be red in its pink cage.

"I want you done by noon. If you get done early you can reorganize my drawers for me."

"Yes ma'am." Mistress pushes past the soaked panties and fingerfucks herself,

"But first," she moans, and pulls her dripping wet fingers out of her pussy. She holds it out for sissy, who rushes to it and sucks it with fervor, and she whispers "clean me up, slut."

With her free hand she pushes sissy's head down to her crotch, and for a moment she thrusts her fingers into his mouth like they're her cock and sissy's her hungry slut.

But then she pulls her fingers out of sissy's mouth and uses both hands to push sissy's head a little further down. Sissy takes the cue and presses her face eagerly into her Mistress's delightfully soaked panties, breathing in the delectable aroma of her Mistress's deliciously perfect pussy. Sissy is in heaven, in perfect subspace; between the thighs of the woman she loves, serving her and making her thrust and squeeze her thighs around sissy's head in pleasure.

Sissy loves not being in control: sissy loves making Mistress feel good: sissy is happy.

"Oooooh," Mistress moans. "Good sissy!" She pulls sissy's hair and reaches out to slap sissy's ass with a little black paddle she grabbed from her bedside table. She misses, and says, firmly, "ass up, siss-oooh."

The instructions are interrupted by sissy's nose finding a delightful spot to rub against, but sissy obediently pushes her ass into the air, and is rewarded by several swats. She wiggles it seductively, then uses her fingers to pull mistress's cute panties to the side.

Eager does not describe her lust for Mistress's pussy. It is not about the pussy itself, of course; it's all about power and pleasure. As she presses her tongue into Mistress's perfect pussy and laps at it like she's never tasted anything so sweet in her life, she feels owned.
Sissy knows that feeling owned is uncomfortable to many, but being owned by sissy's wife means protection and freedom from roles and expectations he's never been free from before. Submitting to Mistress, especially with her tongue, is the most at peace sissy ever feels.

"Ooooooooh" Sissy's idle romantic thoughts are interrupted by Mistress squeezing her thighs against sissy's head as hard as she can, as sissy extends her tongue as far out as she can.

"Ooooooooh!" moans her Mistress, "Oooh, it feels just like a real man's cock!"

Sissy tries to get hard at this but just feels the glorious pain of the cage. She keeps her tongue extended and with one hand rubs Mistress's clitty. Mistress begins to writhe in pleasure, and she slaps sissy's ass and says "play with yourself!"

Sissy can't play with her locked clitty, but she knows what Mistress means. Mistress watches, lust in her eyes, as sissy lubes her finger with Mistress's wetness and then presses it into her own hole.

She tries not to slow down as the laps at Mistress's pussy, but she can feel herself getting distracted by the pleasant feeling in her ass.

Mistress is appreciative regardless. "Mmmm," she moans, as sissy now eagerly sucks on her clit. "Good girl!" She slaps sissy's ass and sissy moans in pleasure and speeds up her sucking, and then Mistress is moaning and saying "don't stop, sissy, don't stop!" and she presses her thighs hard around sissy's ears.

And then she releases her grip, and pants heavily as sissy comes up for air.

"Good girl," Mistress says. "You made Mistress very happy."

Sissy gives one more affectionate lick along Mistress's pussy, which makes Mistress shudder. "Thank you for letting me, Mistress. When do you think..." She gestures towards her chastity cage.

Mistress giggles. "Don't ask questions, sissy. I'll let you out when I decide; now go get started on your chores. Remember, the living room is clean by the time I've eaten and showered."

She pulls the breakfast tray closer to her as sissy stands up and straightens her dress. She curtseys and begins to leave the room, but Mistress stops her.

"Sissy?" she asks, lightly. "Isn't there anything you want to say."

And sissy remembers what she must say every service day, and is shocked that she almost forgot it. She immediately turns and kneels at the foot of the bed, and recites what she's recited since the very first Service Day.

"Thank you for being my Mistress today." That's the first part, the part that she says every time. The next part she has to improvise.

"Thank you for picking such a feminine outfit for me, and-"

"Wait." says Mistress. She pulls her panties off of herself places them on sissy's head, with the soaking-wet gusset right at sissy's nose. Sissy can only smell Mistress's delightful smell, and she is so thankful and horny for it.

"Keep those on until noon, Sissy." Mistress says. "Continue."

Sissy breathes Mistress's scent in deeply, and her cock strains furiously. "Thank you for letting me eat you out for so long. Thank you for picking out chores for me to do, and for being mean and nice to me, and for letting me smell your perfect pussy as I do my chores, and thank you for being such a kind and firm Mistress."

He means every part of that, and Mistress knows it. She smiles at her little sissy, the sissy that she loves play with and cuddle with, and she says "you're welcome, sweetie."

Then she adds, with a wink, "now get to work, slut."

It was a weekday when he'd first presented the idea of Service Day to her. He'd been so nervous about explaining all of his kinks, but he knew that he really wanted to explore them and he wanted to explore them with her.

He opted to write a story, post it online, and ask her to read it; it was the least direct approach, but he felt he expressed himself best through writing. Then he would hand her a note explaining all of the benefits of playing his kinky game every now and then.

It read:

"Service Day

On the Saturdays of your choosing

Pros:

*Will take care of your every need, be it:

*Dietary

*Will make you every meal

*Will serve you snacks and wine throughout the day

*Will drive to pick up fast-food

*Sexual

*Will eagerly, with 100% desire, eat pussy and ass

*Will suck nipples

*Will finger and keep fingernails clean

*Will fuck as hard as Mistress desires

*Body care :)

*Will learn how to give you manicures

*Will learn how to give you pedicures

*Massages

*Foot massages

*Shopping

*Will run errands (wine, pads, chocolate, fast food) and fetch anything

*Will take Mistress to the mall with a $50 budget

*Will hold bags and wait patiently while Mistress shops

*Will pay for nail appointments and wait quietly

*Chores

*Will fold and iron Mistress's clothes

*Will clean anything: kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms,

*Will organize disorganized drawers and art supplies

*Will eagerly and happily do any task Mistress asks

*I really really really want to take care of you, and you should feel zero guilt taking advantage of me, because there is nothing I would like to do more

Cons:

*Will have to see significant other femme'd up a bit, but he promises you that he is a man who just wants to play with gender expectations and power roles like they're toys.

Pros:

*Maybe your husband is actually, like, really pretty, and maybe it'll be fun to have him around in a femme mask, and maybe having such a pretty husband between your legs, doing all your chores and serving you all day wouldn't be such a bad thing ;)