I told you all about my decision to try some sissy maid humiliation with my husband Eric. I did my research online, placed some orders, and acquired all the necessary sissy finery, all without his knowledge. All that was left was to introduce him to the idea.
I waited until a Friday evening to spring this new form of sissy humiliation on him. I wanted him to have the whole weekend to get used to the idea of being my sissy maid. So once everything was ready, I brought him to the bedroom and presented him with the packages–a full French maid‘s outfit in pink.
“Is this for me?” he asked, his cheeks burning bright red.
“Yes,” I answered, handing him a pair of white stockings and a pair of white heels to match. “Now put your outfit on for me.”
He took the stockings and heels from me, his face turning an even more unbelievable shade of red. He gasped and even whimpered a bit as he dressed himself. I couldn’t help but tease him though, when I saw how his cock was tenting his frilly sissy panties. Despite his obvious embarrassment, his cock told the truth about how much he was aroused by it.
Once he was fully dressed, I led him to my lighted vanity mirror and sat him down in front of it so that I could apply his makeup. I explained to him what I was doing and why and let him do some of the blending and such because I expect him to be able do it by himself after a few more practice runs.
Then, finally, after his outfit was on and his makeup was done, I presented him with the Pièce de résistance: a blonde sissy bimbo wig. I thought he might keel over from shame as I helped him put it on, but even that was nothing compared to the mortified look on his face once I led him over to my full-length mirror so that he could he could see himself in all his humiliated sissy maid glory!