Thanksgiving for Women

Traditionally, women have cooked and prepared Thanksgiving dinner, served it to the whole family, and then have been faced with the arduous task of cleaning, storing food, and getting the kitchen and home back to spotless condition. Many times these tasks are done while the men sit in the living room, watching football, being waited on hand and foot by the generous women who prepared the meal.

Men love this holiday, as it is a time to relax and reflect on the "hard work" they have achieved to make this feast possible. This sounds like an 18th century version of home life in America. Women graciously do all these things, while simultaneously caring for the children's needs. Men sit, relax, and enjoy the holiday before going back to "work."

Not in my home. My wife has changed the roles genders play in this and every other holiday through her sexual power and domination of me through feminine superiority, wisdom, cleverness, and male chastity.

When Thanksgiving approaches, I'm am usually in my third week of sexual confinement without release, which sets up the holiday tone and reassures my Obedience for what is to occur.

Preparing me for my role, I am shaved from face to toe, pedicured with a nice holiday red on each toe, and manicured with clear, medium-long false nails. My hair is permed to make it curly and bouncy, and I am restricted to strictly feminine garments for the duration of the celebration. Female hormones are started in me in August to ensure a proper feminine demeanor.

We are quite wealthy, and we have the acceptance of many friends and family for the stage that is set for all holidays, insofar as roles are concerned. My wife has made it clear to all that this is the way we want to live this aspect of our lives, and all family and friends support and encourage it.

I get to wear the most beautiful silver jewelry, from head to toe, and the perfumes that make women so sexy are now part of my attire.

Since I am on a strict 500 calorie a day diet with extensive exercise and no alcohol, I have the shape of a petite little woman, and my wife has paid for breast implants and facial surgery to make me more acceptable as a woman.

When Thanksgiving day arrives, I am dressed in a pretty red sweater, black skirt, black hoses, and pretty matching red 4 inch pumps. My jewelry is wonderful, and my hair and makeup are great. This is the time for me to be the model hostess at our Thanksgiving party we host, the model female hostess in every way.

I am made to greet each guest with a limp-wristed handshake, a demure curtsey and very feminine mannerisms. A big smile showing teeth is always a constant must at this gathering. I take everyone's coats and purses, show them to the great room, and prepare and serve drinks and appetizers before the dinner. I must do this alone, as my wife leisurely sits and visits with family and friends.

I am made to cook and prepare all of the food, set the table, bring out the food, and serve family and friends, and my wife, while standing by to serve as a waitress would. Sometimes this means as many as 8 hours in my heels, without a break. Of course, I am not allowed to eat any of this food, including the wonderful desserts I bring out and serve.

When everyone is finished, it is my sole job to clear the table, vacuum, and wash and put away all silver and china service, as my wife kicks off her holiday heels and visits with family and friends. If anyone needs a drink from the bar, I must cheerfully bring the drinks, without delay.

At the end of the evening, when all the guests are gone and the house is spotless, I'm allowed to shower and change into my night gown, after taking off my makeup and putting up my hair. Then I wait for my mate to come to bed. I can read Ladies' Home Journal of any similarly approved magazine while I wait.

If my performance was acceptable, my wife might let me sleep without being chained, head to toe. Of course, she is too tired from the day's festivities to have sex with me.

Perhaps next week..Perhaps after Christmas..who knows? Certainly not me. I must be the smiling, happy, obedient wife as she gets ready for another day of holiday activities. I am not allowed to ask, and asking will bring a year delay in release.

I must be submissive and subservient... the supportive wife that most women never have. Without chastity, this would not be possible. It is amazing what one will do when sexual release is in another's control.

I now look forward to the holiday shopping and gift wrapping scene, the endless Christmas parties, and then Christmas and New Year celebrations, all as the supportive chaste wife.

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