The good thing about working from home is that I get to stay home all day, unsupervised, while my wife has to go to the office. By the time my wife leaves for the office at 9, the maid has already come and gone. I had the entire house to myself for at least 9 hours and I took full advantage of that fact.
I'm Karthik, a 25 year old software engineer who has the luxury of being at home all day. The work paid well but was also surprisingly less taxing, which meant I could take full advantage of that privacy. What did I do with such privacy?
Well, every day as soon as my wife leaves for work, I dive into her wardrobe to find a dress for me. Sometimes, I even dug into the laundry basket to pick out the dress she wore to the office the previous day. See, I had a cross-dressing kink and a submissive streak that my wife didn't encourage. I had attempted to tell her early on in our marriage but she clearly put a stop to it even before I got to the confession part. She bared her mind on how she viewed all unnatural sex acts and that was the end of that discussion.
From then on, For the past six months, I have been dressing up in her clothes every work day. I was a sissy every day and the manly husband she wanted me to be every night. It was much better than what could have been and so I was happy with it.
I spent my day working in a sweet salwar, or a cute top and a skirt, or sometimes even a saree. With no one at home, I had managed to learn sarees quite well and I had become quite proficient at wearing sarees.
This morning, my wife was getting ready much earlier than usual. There was a client visit at her work and she had to be there very early. As luck would have it, this was the day that our maid also had to go on a leave. Some family function was the reason and she had told this to us more than a month back. That was the reason my wife was scampering around the house, trying to get all chores done and still leave early.
"Anu, it's alright," I said, walking behind her and hugging her from the back. "Leave all the chores to me. I will make sure the house is swept, cleaned thoroughly, do the laundry, and make sure everything's in order. You just worry about getting to your office on time."
The relief in her was apparent. The kiss that followed this statement showed that. She was intent on getting ready for the office when I did a mental dance in triumph. The more I crossdressed, the more depraved my fantasies got. I wanted to be treated like nothing more than a cheap, sissy maid. I wanted to imagine how it would be to be owned by a domme who made me dress in cheap sarees, and do all the work around the house.
So far, I wasn't able to do this. How could you clean a house that was already taken care of? Now, the house was in disarray and I could live out my fantasy. All it took was a little bit of my imagination to think my wife was the one who is forcing me to do all this.
My mind was running through all the various scenarios that I could get up to. Before long, my wife was kissing me goodbye with a promise of more later that night. Lucky again. How lucky can a man get in a single day?
As soon as I saw her race away in her car, I quickly went to her room, and picked out the cheapest looking saree she had. I also took down my sissy kit bag, as I affectionately called it, from the loft. I draped the saree around myself and picked out a wig from the kit bag to complete the look.
Satisfied with my appearance, I picked out a 7 inch dildo from the bag and attached it to the wall. I started to blow it, imagining my wife was wearing it. After having sucked the dildo for a few minutes and being happy with how I was able to swallow the silicone cock completely, I started out with the work. I started with the kitchen, washing all the utensils. I then proceeded to clear the counter tops. The work was much harder than I had imagined it to be but it only made my experience better. By the time I had swept the house entirely, I was sweating like hell.
The saree had started to sling to my body and I put my wig in a nice braid like I had seen my do on occasions. The braid work was quite sloppy since I wasn't very accustomed to it, but it was passable.
When I started to mop the house entirely, I reached our bedroom. The silicone cock was still protruding from the wall, enticing me to be the cock sucker I was born to be. I dropped the mop and got near the dildo. I got on my knees and started to suck it like a hungry whore. I forced the entire length into my mouth, feeling the thick cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly when I finally heard the gasp.
"Sir, what are you doing? What is this nonsense? I thought it was madam who was cleaning the house but it's you?"
I turned around sharply to see our maid, Nithya, standing there with her hands over her mouth. She was standing there in utter shock at what should have been a sight she never expected to see in her life. Her employer, who was much richer than her, had a lovely wife and family, with seemingly all things in order, was in such a position.
I panicked and stood up, covering the dildo from her view with my body. I ripped the wig off my head and looked at her in shock and fear.
"It's nothing, I promise," I lied. "I thought you were on leave. Why did you come?"
"Sir, the function got over early and I thought I'll come and do my work. The door was open and so I came in. I didn't know you would be like this. I thought it was madam."
Hearing her talk about my wife made me panic even more. This was my guilty pleasure and it wouldn't do for her to learn this is how I spent all my time.
"Please don't tell Anu what you saw here today. I'll do anything for you to keep quiet about this. I know, I will even give you one month's worth of salary now. Just please don't tell her about it," I pleaded to her. If this were to reach Anu's ears, a divorce was the most likely outcome.
"One month salary? Really? That would be so helpful for me," she replied in shock. But then, her reaction changed. "Why would you do something like this sir? You look like a pervert now and if someone else saw you, they would have slapped you and hit you so badly."
The mere thought of someone like Nithya slapping me while I was dressed like a slut turned me on more than I liked to think about. I had never once thought about my maid in that sense. She was always demure but right now, I was imagining the 5 foot, dusky girl who was dressed in a cheap cotton saree to stand over my kneeling form, slapping me silly. My cock regained the hardness which it had lost when she walked in and I instinctively moved my hands over my crotch to hide my hardon.
She didn't miss that movement. "Did you just get hard, sir?" she asked again with shock but that soon turned to anger. "I can't believe you would be such a perv. I should tell Anu madam about this sick behavior."
Panic now fully set in as I quickly got down to my knees again, this time to represent how I was under my maids whims. "Nithya, please don't tell this to Anu. I will even give you two months' worth of salary if you will not tell her about it," I begged. I almost crawled towards her on my knees but stopped when I thought about how it might look from her perspective.
This time. Nithya stopped talking and she was mute for a minute. It was easy enough to know what would make her listen to me. Her drunkard of a husband always managed to get all the money she had just to fuel his alcohol addiction.
"2 months salary, sir? Really?" she asked with a calculating look.
"Of course," I replied back strongly. "If you don't tell her about it, I will give it to you in cash right away."
"Ok, I accept," she said finally. "But you have to tell me why you are behaving like a pervert. Why do you want to do this when you have such a good life?"
I did not expect this curiosity from her and just stared at her. Was she really interested in this?
"Well," I started after a moment's hesitation. "I have always wanted to be treated like a slave. Or to make it more relatable to you, I always wanted to be treated like how your husband treats you. Like how you are his property and how he always beats or humiliates you wherever he wants without any worries." I thought it would be simpler for her to grasp if she were able to relate to this. She wasn't the brightest or the most educated and this seemed like a good way to let her know what exactly I liked about this.
What I didn't expect was for this to trigger her anger. She took a couple of steps forward and before I could adjust to that, she slapped me hard across my left cheek. The sound of the slap echoed across the room and I stumbled to the side at the force of the slap.
