Are there any other girls out there who serve their wife as a maid?
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A (work) day in the life of Ms. Jessica:
1. My Wife (Mistress) sends me a cryptic message via text or e-mail at work requesting immediate cleaning service.
2. I Arrive home.
3. My Transformation into my alter ego begins: I begin by shedding my drab men's clothes and slip on my black chiffon dressing gown and a wig cap. I Meticulously apply my make-up and my wig. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror when all is complete. My wife (mistress) comes to help me slip on my black Rago-all-in-one girdle. I slowly pull my sheer stockings up my legs and mistress fastens my garters in front and back. Next, she fastens a lace choker around my neck and pulls a petticoat up around my waist. Next, I put on my maid's uniform, my custom-made apron, and slowly slide my black opera length gloves w/lace trim up my arms. Finally, to signal my utter surrender, I fasten my pretty lace-trimmed name tag (which she made for me) to my apron. I have become Ms. Jessica!!!
4. In my most feminine voice and with wrists limp, I curtsey to mistress and begin my list of cleaning duties. If I clean well, she even allows me to step outside for an occasional smoke break. (Yes, I know its unhealthy) but how can I resist when she buys me Virginia Slim 120s. She even gave me an adorable little cigarette case and holder.
5. Eventually, the work day ends and I must return to my mundane male life. Ms. Jessica goes back in the closet (literally) and mistress becomes my wife once again...sigh...But alas, the house gets dirty quickly...