When my Lady took control of my life there were many changes and adjustments i had to make. Of course there was the ritual of clothes disposal: all my male underwear (except to one pair my Lady kept locked away “for emergencies”) was given away. A lock was installed on my closet door, so that i could only get to my male outer ware when Lady deemed it appropriate. My credit cards were surrendered and my paycheck was mailed to a PO Box She controlled.

Since i was taking over all of the domestic duties, there was no need for my once a week housekeeper, Linda, to continuing coming to the house. So i had to terminate Linda after nearly ten years of loyal service.

Adjusting to being the wage earner as well as the maid was difficult. There were many days when i returned from my management job with no energy to make dinner, clean the house and service any other needs Lady might have.Needless to say, after a few months i began to fall behind in my cleaning. The range hood, under the cabinets and other hard to reach places began to accumulate dust and grime. My mopping, dusting and vacuuming all became rather haphazard.

“I don’t know why you cannot do a better job” Lady exclaimed. Corporal punishment had little impact as She soon realized how much i looked forward to having my backside struck with a crop or paddle. Lady bought me a variety of uniforms. i had a few conservative maids' dresses that you might see being worn in a formal hotel, i had some pastel pants suits that might be worn by staff in a cheap motel, and of course i had some very sissy French and English maid’s dresses.

Each day, Lady would indicate what uniform i was to wear. One day She told me to select the sluttiest French uniform i owned. This was a sissy pink dress with matching crotchless rumba pants. Then She filled me with a butt plug with a string of sleigh bells hanging off the end. A pink ribbon leash was tied to my cock and pulled up my asscrack and out the waistband of my bloomers; this too had sleigh bells fastened. All of my aprons had a pair of grommets in the ties so that once a padlock was locked in place, i could not remove the apron, and of course, the dress underneath. Finally pair of thigh-high “go-go” boots with 6 inch heels was zippered on my legs. The shoes also had grommets that were locked to the top of the zipper pulls.

Now, i had been dressed like this before, but it was a uniform usually saved for serving at one of Lady’s many cocktail parties. i thought it a bit odd that i was dressed for formally so early on a weekday.

“I have had enough of your sloppy housecleaning. Nothing I do seems to have any effect on your lazy habits. I have you dressed in your finest outfit, because today, I have a special guest coming to teach you how to do your job.”

i had no idea what Lady meant, but i did hate housework.

The doorbell rang and Lady ordered me to answer it. When i opened the door i was so shocked to see Linda, my former house cleaner standing there. i blushed so many shades of red and purple. Since my surrender as a sissy i had been seen by many of Lady’s friends, but never had anyone from my past ever seen me like this.

“I asked Linda if She could help Me teach you the proper way to keep this house in order. So for the rest of the day you will report to Her.” i was still dumbfounded at seeing someone who had once worked for me, now assigned to be my teacher. i could barely utter a “Yes, my Lady.”

“Linda was so kind; She is not to going to charge us for your education.” Now, i had known Linda for many years, and working for free was not in her nature. “you will pay back Linda for Her assistance by helping Her with some of Her jobs. Linda is going to give you some invaluable on the job training at Her client's homes" "Hurry along, you need to help Linda finish her rounds so you can get back here and show Me what you've learned."

i followed Linda to Her car, my bells ringing as i sashayed along in my 6 inch heels with mt facial cheeks still glowing crimson.

So that was it. i was now reduced to being the assistant to my old housekeeper. This is my greatest humiliation: scrubbing toilets while Linda sits watching television.

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