This Thanksgiving was my first with my new wife. She has had me in a chastity belt for 8 months now, 2 in which we have been married. It is now time for our first Thanksgiving. Halloween was wild, but that's another story. My wife and mother-in-law made all the plans and arrangements without even consulting me. Of course, why would they? I am a total slave in this marriage and relationship with my wife and mother-in-law.
Barring any demerits for disrespect or misbehavior, my next release from the chastity belt for orgasm is New Years 2000-another story to come.
Thanksgiving is a time where women usually prepare a lot of great food, neat desserts, and try to make the home a family environment of feminine fellowship and fun. Guys usually spend Thanksgiving pigging out, drinking beer, and watching professional football with their friends before departing to the deer camp for a weekend of drinking and hunting, away from the women. Well, not in my household-or should I say my wife's household. Roles are reversed. Duties are reversed. No alcohol and no football.
My wife plans to have me do ALL of the meal preparation, in my full French-Maids uniform, while waiting on all the women invited to the luncheon and dinner. While the women relax, I must prepare the food, cheerfully answer the door and phones, and cater to each woman's needs. The women will gossip and do crafts, paint each other's nails, and play women's "shower" type games. They also all will enjoy back and foot massages and excellent service from me, a chaste, very feminine, cheerful French Maid.
I remember when I used to overeat and then snack as I lay on the sofa, watching football, as the women in the family cleaned the dishes and then left me and my buddies to watch football. No football is allowed in our house, and, as for eating a lot, one cannot eat much on a 500 calorie a day diet that is strictly enforced through supervision and daily weighing.
On Thanksgiving Day, I awoke at 5:00 A.M. to shave my legs, fix my hair, do my nails and toes, put on my makeup, and then start preparing the meal. I brought my wife breakfast in bed at 8:00 A.M. and then continued food preparation for lunch. My mother-in-law was the first to arrive. As ordered, I cheerfully greeted her at the door with a big smile. Talk about tough to do. I took her coat and made her a drink. Then, I continued cooking and similarly answered the door as each female guest arrived.
A Bridge game began around 11:00 A.M., and I attended to drinks for the ladies as requested. By noon, I had been on my 4-inch heels for 6 solid hours without a break. My feet were killing me. Because I was forced to wear heels that have locking straps and because I'm not allowed to sit on any furniture while in service, I knew that the remainder of the day was going to be tough and tiring. The only breaks I got were when I went to the restroom, which was restricted to 4 times on Thanksgiving.
The chastity belt was very, very tight, and I knew that the diet would help, but I sure did want some of the food I prepared. It smelled so good. Ugggggh. What am I doing here? My wife let me eat a light salad for lunch, with diet pepsi. No turkey, dressing, deserts, or bread, yet I had to serve this wonderful food to all the ladies. Of course, I ate while standing, in between attending to the meal and the ladies' drink requests.
After I served lunch, the ladies retired to the parlor for more bridge and other women's games. I retired to the kitchen to do dishes and scrub the kitchen floor. I had to make the kitchen spotless, in between serving drinks and snacks to the ladies.
After I completed cleaning the kitchen, I was summoned to the parlor for direct service. I had to stand, in waiting, with snack trays and drink trays in hand, to be ready for any snack or drink request made. I was maid to stand at attention this way until about 5:00 P.M. Some of the ladies departed, and I cheerfully got their coats for them and thanked them for coming.
I was then put into service doing pedicures and manicures for my wife, mother-in-law, and her friend. After that, I had to give foot massages while kneeling with good posture for a couple hours. When everyone had gone, My wife thanked me for my good behavior and excellent service. She allowed me out of the high-heels-thank goodness, my poor feet-and out of my uniform. I was stripped down to nothing but my chastity belt and chains, hand and foot.
She made me service her to countless orgasms. After she was fully satisfied, she had me bring her a light snack, let me eat another light salad, and then chained my hands behind my back in bed. She teased me, fondled me through the chastity shield, kissed my ears and got me really hot before turning off the light and sweetly saying "sweet dreams."
I could hardly sleep in the condition, bound and horny. The next morning I learned that I would be in the service of her maid of honor for the long weekend. While most men are on the way to the deer lease, I'm on my way to more servitude and submission to another beautiful female.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Feminized Husband/Servant/Slave
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