Sissy Maid to Serve

By Lana Ellis

When Harry loses his job, his strict wife decides it’s time for a career change. Cleaning houses in fishnets and frills isn’t his first choice, but Estelle makes it clear that she’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer! She’s going to put him to work servicing the neighborhood. Harry’s humiliation reaches new levels when the house he’s forced to clean belongs to the domineering ex-boss, Wilma. Will he be a good sissy husband and submit? Not before enduring as much erotic punishment as he can handle!

This story contains scenes of sissification, ruined orgasms, tease and denial, crossdressing, forced feminization, spanking and humiliation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Ellis
• Release date: Aug 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005104849

Lana Ellis

I'm Lana Ellis. I love sexy stories about cheating, hotwives, cuckolds, and dominant women who bring out the feminine sides of the men in their lives. I write whatever strikes my fancy, and I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them!

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Sissy Maid to Serve

Lana Ellis

Sissy Maid to Serve

Harry, are you listening to me?

Estelle snaps her fingers. The red varnish her nails are painted with gleams in the morning sun. I nod, but it’s too late. She’s rolling her eyes, pouting slightly. Estelle’s lips are naturally pouty, curvaceous just like the rest of her.

I said make sure you don’t just accept the promotion. Negotiate a higher salary. You’ve worked for Vale Global for five years now… I zone out again as she talks. She’s wearing the same shade on her lips as on her nails. I don’t own anything in that bold shade of red. It’s Tuesday, so I’m wearing my brown suit and striped tie. On Fridays, I can dress down as far as a polo shirt. Estelle is wearing an emerald blouse that’s sheer enough to tease at the black bra she’s wearing underneath. I’m already too hot in my starchy cotton shirt. How good it must feel to have pure silk gliding against soft skin all day long.

For heaven’s sake, Estelle sighs, her hands resting primly on her hips. Her lips are turned down at the corners, and she’s looking at me with a cross between exasperation and genuine dismay.

I’ll get the raise, hon, I say nonchalantly. I have taken enough crap from Wilma Vale over the last five years, it’s about time I get what I deserve. At thirty, I’m the oldest in my department. I’ve been passed over for promotion twice in the past year, but Wilma set up