Kate's Sissy Maid (Letters to the Editor)

His conversion starts here…

Kate thought she knew everything about her husband – at least, until she found a stack of porn magazines he kept hidden away, every single one of them filled with pictures of men dressed as women. It isn’t long before she decides to make his fantasies come true and turn him into a sissy maid for her own entertainment, but with her vanilla relationship long in the past, who can she turn to for advice?

When she decides to reach out to the letters page of the magazines her husband so lovingly collected, she soon finds the red-hot sexual fantasy becoming a more regular occurrence both in and outside the bedroom. When an opportunity arises for them to take it to the next level, will they decide to play it safe… or will they risk everything to live their kinkiest dreams to the fullest?

This story contains themes of BDSM, female domination, humiliation, crossdressing and feminisation ..

Extract

I couldn’t sleep, though. I spent hours tossing and turning, thinking about everything he’d told me, but then I couldn’t take it anymore: I went to the lockbox where he kept the back issues of your magazine, and read as many as I could find. The pictures and stories were shocking at first – I had a very strict religious upbringing, and even though I wasn’t quite so puritan in my beliefs anymore I found it hard to believe that real people actually did those kinds of things – but the more I read the more I realised how hot it was. By the time the sun came up and I realised I hadn’t slept, I had made my mind up.
I wanted a sissy maid of my very own.
I called David up from downstairs, and he looked more bashful than I’d ever seen him. I’m sure he thought I was going to tell him to pack his bags and leave, but he seemed confused when I told him to go to the bathroom and not to come out until he was completely hairless.
‘Why?’ he said.
‘Because if you’re going to dress up for me, you’re going to do it properly,’ I replied. ‘That means no stray hairs poking through your stockings, and none creeping around the sides of your little panties. I want every last hair gone from the neck down, plus you’re going to get rid of all your stubble from last night too – or I’m going to take a pair of tweezers and do it for you. Understood?’