Becoming my Ex-Wife's Maid and Servant Part 2

By: Dani

In the first installment, I provided a quick synopsis of becoming my ex-
wife's maid and servant.  Keep in mind that our divorce had been
amicable.  As humiliating as this situations seems; it solved both of
our problems at the time.  I needed a job and a place to live.  She
needed an obedient housekeeper.  I guess it made perfect sense...

But I had little knowledge of what was in store.  Mistress Jen had a
hidden agenda.  She wanted to mold me into total submission—becoming
completely reliant to her for everything.  This was her way of making
this a permanent living arrangement.  Jen always had the upper hand when
we had been married.  Looking back, she wore the pants in our
relationship.  As you will see—that is definitely still the case!

I agreed to turn myself over to my ex-wife because I really had no
choice.  I was about to be evicted from my apartment and I had no job
prospects.  Jen offered me a chance to start over with a beautiful place
to live without having to worry about making a living.  She would take
care of everything---just like she did when we were married.  She was
the breadwinner back then.  I was like her 'wife' taking care of the
cooking and cleaning.  I also cared for my former step-daughter,
Courtney, who is now a junior in college.

Our marriage ended because as Jen's career blossomed, she started to see
me not as her husband, but as her housekeeper.  I was no longer
masculine enough to satisfy her needs—so we eventually went our separate
ways.  I never dreamed that one day I would become her permanent maid.

I had always been slightly built.  At 5'6" tall, and 135 pounds, I was
never good at sports.  I hung out with the guys, but secretly would
rather talk about fashion than football.  My mother had taught me about
housekeeping and cooking.  I kept those things a secret during my
college days when peer pressure pushed me to act macho.  Now, working
for Mistress Jen gives me the opportunity to explore my feminine side.
She has just taken it way too far...

Oops!  That is Mistress Jen calling me to come upstairs.  "Mia!  Get up
here right now!  I just did my lipstick and makeup and I need you to
give Brad a blowjob before we go out tonight!"

She added, "Brad is so insatiable!  I think he will just adore your new
tongue piercing."  I scurried upstairs in my 5 inch stilettos.  Brad was
Jen's latest 'boy-toy.'  She met him at the health club where he is a
personal trainer.  When I got to the master bedroom, Brad was sitting
naked on the end of the bed.  I got down on my knees and grabbed his
cock with my hand, rubbing the end with my ¾ inch fingernails.  I had
him hard in two minutes.  I sucked his cock until he came like a
racehorse down my throat.  As I had been instructed by Mistress Jen, I
drank every last drop of his warm semen.  Then, I kissed his cock and
thanked him for the opportunity.  Maybe I someone crave this
humiliation?

Off they went out for the evening.  Courtney would be home in about an
hour.  I had to finish her laundry in the meantime.  It is hard getting
around in 5 inch heels.  But Courtney is making me wear them for another
3 months (6 months total) as punishment.  I was hand washing her
lingerie and I accidentally put a run in her favorite pair of stockings.
They were $150 Wolford hose—so I deserved my punishment.  Still, it will
be nice to wear lower heels eventually.

Courtney had a lot to do with my feminization.  The first thing she did
when I moved in was take away all of my pants.  She said a sissy like me
should only wear dresses and skirts.  Mistress Jen thought it was a good
idea too.
At first, it was embarrassing to wear women's clothes.  But somehow, you
get used to them.  Maybe it is the female hormones they put me on?  Or
maybe, I really have no choice in the matter?  Keep in mind that I have
no money or a place to go.  I am virtually Jen and Courtney's property.
I didn't want it to be this way—but remember that contract I signed.

A typical day for me starts at about 7:00 a.m.  I no longer have to
shave because of the hormones and electrolysis.  It takes me twenty
minutes to do my hair.  I currently have a cute 'up do.'  Then, I put on
my makeup.  Because I have permanent eye liner and lip liner, doing my
makeup is a breeze.  Mistress Jen buys my makeup at the dollar store.
She expects me to be perfectly made up at all times.  Both Mistress Jen
and Courtney like to wear MAC.

My lingerie is all hand-me-downs from Jen and Courtney.  We all wear the
same size (6).  Since my recent boob job, I need a bigger bra—but I have
to make do with what they give me.  I think Courtney is jealous of my
'twins.'  I must always call them 'twins' or I will be punished.
Mistress Jen was very generous to pay for my 'twins'—but it is
embarrassing because she always makes me show them off.  Just the other
day, there were some high school boys doing yard work around the condo.
Mistress Jen had me get them lemonade.  Then, she made me do a little
strip show.  One of the boys asked to touch them and I had to oblige.

Usually, I wear a flirty dress—similar to what Taylor Swift wears.  With
my 5 inch heels, it makes me feel sexy.  I always wear an apron.  Most
of the time I am alone in the condo, so it is easy to do my cleaning.
Once in a while, Mistress lends me out to one of her friends or business
associates.  On those occasions, I wear a cute little French maid's
outfit.

Last week, Mistress Jen came home with a bunch of papers for me to sign.
I do as I am told—signing without having any idea what they are about.
Well, this time it was from my former college.  She made me sign papers
agreeing that I cheated on my final exams—and now I was to denounce my
graduation.  Basically, she arranged for me to lose my college degree.
So, I am no longer college educated.  I just have a high school degree.
Hopefully, she will let me keep that.

All these things add to the permanency of my situation.  Mistress keeps
me away from harmful news and information.  Courtney makes fun of me
sometimes because I do not know about current events.  She thought it
was funny that I have never heard of Lady GaGa.  I guess she is some
famous singer.  I used read the Wall Street Journal and watch 60
Minutes.  Now, a 21 college girl thinks I am a dumb bimbo.  Oh, well...

I have a date tonight with Courtney's hairdresser.  She thought I would
be perfect for him.  He is gay and knows about my situation.  Hopefully,
we will hit it off.  I am going to wear a sexy purple leather mini.  I
have this adorable white silk top to go with it.