When I had confessed how much crossdressing excited me my wife was very understanding. She started by giving me several pairs of her old panties to wear under my pants at work. She took me shopping to buy my own feminine wardrobe. The shopping was a little humiliating when she made it clear we were shopping for me not her. We both learned that humiliation excited me. That was very clear in one shop, where the sales woman showed no distaste at all, but openly chatted with my wife on what would look good on me, freely offering suggestions and advice. My wife took full advantage of that, allowing the woman to choose six or seven outfits from the lingerie and intimate apparel section that she thought would be good for me. Looking directly at me and smiling, my wife said, "I think I would like some very short skirts for him. I am going to look in the Juniors for short feminine skirts. Would you be so kind as to take him into the changing room and have him try on all of those outfits for you and choose a few that you think are best for him?" The woman smiled, and assured my wife she would be happy to help.
I couldn't believe it. My wife was sending me in to try on lingerie in front of a strange woman. "Come with me" she said as she led me off to the dressing rooms. My cock had fully hardened in my panties by the time we got there. She carefully hung up the things she had brought in, then turned and frowned a little when she saw me still in my clothes. Nodding at my clothes she briskly told me to strip. It was humiliating to have her watch me so closely as I removed my clothes, but very arousing. She chuckled when she saw the outline of my cock in the clingy sheer pink panties I was wearing. Those too, she smiled as she watched my cock pop out as I lowered my panties and stepped out of them. "I will have to speak with your wife about that" she mused, looking at my hard cock. "Small as it is, it still makes an unsightly bulge in your panties. There are things she can do to eliminate that." I blushed furiously and my cock throbbed at her comment and a small, fleeting smile crossed her face at my reaction.
For the next 45 minutes I was fully exposed to this woman. Trying on outfit after outfit, stripping naked between each one. Her hands running over my body, adjusting things here and there. Always seeming to brush across my hard cock and cup or stroke my ass. Finally we returned to the sales floor to find my wife with several short skirts and skimpy tops that she thought would look darling on me. The woman suggested three outfits for me, a bustier with garter straps, stockings and matching panties, a baby doll with matching panties and a teddy with very large breast cups.
On the drive home my wife smiled and asked if I had enjoyed that. I admitted that I had. It was incredibly humiliating I told her, but I have never been so aroused in my life. Laughing she told me that was just what she wanted to hear. She wouldn't tell me why, or explain at all. She just smirked when I asked.
As soon as we were home she laid all of my new clothes out on the bed and told me to go take a shower. "Take your time" she smiled. "I want you to shave your entire body smooth. Everywhere. Chest, arms, legs, underarms, even your cock and your ass. I want you smooth and feminine when you model all your new clothes for me. Now go."
It took quite awhile to get all of my hair shaved, but eventually I was smooth and hairless. Returning to the bed room I saw that she had folded and stacked an outfit on the bed and put a note on top, "This one first, then come into the living room for me to see." It was one of the outfits she had found in the Juniors section. A matching bra and panty set, a skimpy, lacy crop top and a very short skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, even holding my my skirt to see my panties. I frowned a little, the woman in the store was right. Even small as it was my cock did make a bulge in my panties when it was hard. Dropping my skirt I walked out into the living room to show my wife.
As soon as I stepped into the living room the smile dropped off my face and I stopped dead. "Oh, don't you look sweet" my wife gushed. "Don't be shy, come on in and let us see you." While I was in the shower she had been calling her friends. Four of them were sitting around and staring at me and laughing. I was frozen in place and my wife frowned. "Sissy" she snapped, "Get in here now so we can see you. If I have to tell you again you will find yourself over my knee, your skirt pulled up and your pretty panties pulled down as your smooth bare sissy ass gets spanked bright red. Now move!" That sent her friends into gales of laughter as I took a hesitant step after step until I was in the middle of the floor. "Good girl" my wife smiled, enjoying my reaction to her calling me a girl in front of her friends. "Now turn slowly so everyone can see your pretty outfit". Once I had done that she made me raise my skirt up over my waist and do it again so they could all see my pretty panties. I spent the entire afternoon modeling every single outfit we had bought for my wife and her friends. After they had seen them all I remained feminized and served them drinks or whatever they wanted as they chatted and laughed.
That was how I wound up like this, dressed in a French Maid outfit, well not an outfit really. Just a Halloween costume my wife had me buy, but it was skimpy, feminine and very embarrassing, which was all she cared about. She had been sending me over to her friend's houses to clean in that outfit for weeks. Today I was supposed to go over to her best friends house. She was the worst of all my wife's friends. She constantly thought of things to make me do to humiliate me as much as possible. She invited her boyfriend over once when I was cleaning. Made me serve him, bring him beers, call him "Sir", whatever he wanted. The next time she made me stand in front of him, reach up under the tiny costume skirt and pull off the ruffled panties and hand them to her. She then had me dust and vacuum the living room as he sat on the couch, knowing that every time I bent over he would see my shaved cock and smoothly shaven ass, see me hard, see the size of my fully hard cock. The most humiliating thing was that she was dating one of my friends. Last time she had taken him into her bedroom, leaving the door open so I could hear, they had fucked for hours while I cleaned the house. Once he left she called me into the bedroom, told me to strip the bed and wash all the sheets then make up the bed again. She laughed as she watched me carefully trying to avoid touching the huge wet spot they had left as I pulled the sheets off. Reaching out she pushed the soaked sheet to my face and rubbed it all over laughing. Pressing the wet spot to my face she commanded me to inhale deeply. She held it there as she made me take five or six deep breaths before letting me go to do the washing. My wife knew all that, and didn't care. Actually she enjoyed it and every time I returned from one of her girlfriends I had to described what had been done to me for her. "You told me crossdressing turned you on" she admonished. "You told me you had never been as aroused as you were when I humiliated you at the shop. I don't want to hear any complaints when I send you out as a sissy maid to clean my friend's houses."
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When I had confessed how much crossdressing excited me my wife was very understanding. She started by giving me several pairs of her old panties to wear under my pants at work. She took me shopping to buy my own feminine wardrobe. The shopping was a little humiliating when she made it clear we were shopping for me not her. We both learned that humiliation excited me. That was very clear in one shop, where the sales woman showed no distaste at all, but openly chatted with my wife on what would look good on me, freely offering suggestions and advice. My wife took full advantage of that, allowing the woman to choose six or seven outfits from the lingerie and intimate apparel section that she thought would be good for me. Looking directly at me and smiling, my wife said, "I think I would like some very short skirts for him. I am going to look in the Juniors for short feminine skirts. Would you be so kind as to take him into the changing room and have him try on all of those outfits for you and choose a few that you think are best for him?" The woman smiled, and assured my wife she would be happy to help.
I couldn't believe it. My wife was sending me in to try on lingerie in front of a strange woman. "Come with me" she said as she led me off to the dressing rooms. My cock had fully hardened in my panties by the time we got there. She carefully hung up the things she had brought in, then turned and frowned a little when she saw me still in my clothes. Nodding at my clothes she briskly told me to strip. It was humiliating to have her watch me so closely as I removed my clothes, but very arousing. She chuckled when she saw the outline of my cock in the clingy sheer pink panties I was wearing. Those too, she smiled as she watched my cock pop out as I lowered my panties and stepped out of them. "I will have to speak with your wife about that" she mused, looking at my hard cock. "Small as it is, it still makes an unsightly bulge in your panties. There are things she can do to eliminate that." I blushed furiously and my cock throbbed at her comment and a small, fleeting smile crossed her face at my reaction.
For the next 45 minutes I was fully exposed to this woman. Trying on outfit after outfit, stripping naked between each one. Her hands running over my body, adjusting things here and there. Always seeming to brush across my hard cock and cup or stroke my ass. Finally we returned to the sales floor to find my wife with several short skirts and skimpy tops that she thought would look darling on me. The woman suggested three outfits for me, a bustier with garter straps, stockings and matching panties, a baby doll with matching panties and a teddy with very large breast cups.
On the drive home my wife smiled and asked if I had enjoyed that. I admitted that I had. It was incredibly humiliating I told her, but I have never been so aroused in my life. Laughing she told me that was just what she wanted to hear. She wouldn't tell me why, or explain at all. She just smirked when I asked.
As soon as we were home she laid all of my new clothes out on the bed and told me to go take a shower. "Take your time" she smiled. "I want you to shave your entire body smooth. Everywhere. Chest, arms, legs, underarms, even your cock and your ass. I want you smooth and feminine when you model all your new clothes for me. Now go."
It took quite awhile to get all of my hair shaved, but eventually I was smooth and hairless. Returning to the bed room I saw that she had folded and stacked an outfit on the bed and put a note on top, "This one first, then come into the living room for me to see." It was one of the outfits she had found in the Juniors section. A matching bra and panty set, a skimpy, lacy crop top and a very short skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, even holding my my skirt to see my panties. I frowned a little, the woman in the store was right. Even small as it was my cock did make a bulge in my panties when it was hard. Dropping my skirt I walked out into the living room to show my wife.
As soon as I stepped into the living room the smile dropped off my face and I stopped dead. "Oh, don't you look sweet" my wife gushed. "Don't be shy, come on in and let us see you." While I was in the shower she had been calling her friends. Four of them were sitting around and staring at me and laughing. I was frozen in place and my wife frowned. "Sissy" she snapped, "Get in here now so we can see you. If I have to tell you again you will find yourself over my knee, your skirt pulled up and your pretty panties pulled down as your smooth bare sissy ass gets spanked bright red. Now move!" That sent her friends into gales of laughter as I took a hesitant step after step until I was in the middle of the floor. "Good girl" my wife smiled, enjoying my reaction to her calling me a girl in front of her friends. "Now turn slowly so everyone can see your pretty outfit". Once I had done that she made me raise my skirt up over my waist and do it again so they could all see my pretty panties. I spent the entire afternoon modeling every single outfit we had bought for my wife and her friends. After they had seen them all I remained feminized and served them drinks or whatever they wanted as they chatted and laughed.
That was how I wound up like this, dressed in a French Maid outfit, well not an outfit really. Just a Halloween costume my wife had me buy, but it was skimpy, feminine and very embarrassing, which was all she cared about. She had been sending me over to her friend's houses to clean in that outfit for weeks. Today I was supposed to go over to her best friends house. She was the worst of all my wife's friends. She constantly thought of things to make me do to humiliate me as much as possible. She invited her boyfriend over once when I was cleaning. Made me serve him, bring him beers, call him "Sir", whatever he wanted. The next time she made me stand in front of him, reach up under the tiny costume skirt and pull off the ruffled panties and hand them to her. She then had me dust and vacuum the living room as he sat on the couch, knowing that every time I bent over he would see my shaved cock and smoothly shaven ass, see me hard, see the size of my fully hard cock. The most humiliating thing was that she was dating one of my friends. Last time she had taken him into her bedroom, leaving the door open so I could hear, they had fucked for hours while I cleaned the house. Once he left she called me into the bedroom, told me to strip the bed and wash all the sheets then make up the bed again. She laughed as she watched me carefully trying to avoid touching the huge wet spot they had left as I pulled the sheets off. Reaching out she pushed the soaked sheet to my face and rubbed it all over laughing. Pressing the wet spot to my face she commanded me to inhale deeply. She held it there as she made me take five or six deep breaths before letting me go to do the washing. My wife knew all that, and didn't care. Actually she enjoyed it and every time I returned from one of her girlfriends I had to described what had been done to me for her. "You told me crossdressing turned you on" she admonished. "You told me you had never been as aroused as you were when I humiliated you at the shop. I don't want to hear any complaints when I send you out as a sissy maid to clean my friend's houses."