Seasonal Volunteer by Chastity

My wife always enjoys and exhibits a playful mood during the holiday season. She is extremely cheerful and charismatic, as well as playful and unpredictable. Last year, she decided that our regular Christmas tree was too boring. So, she decided that I would become a human Christmas tree to entertain her and her guests during the holidays -see story referenced above.

This year will somewhat different, although it involves the same type of service theme. My wife, Christina, and I were on the couch, watching Oxygen-television for women, as I'm not allowed to watch or read anything that doesn't have a feminine and/or feminist orientation.

We watched a feature on ways women can give in the holiday season. These ways include volunteer work at homeless shelters, ringing a bell for the Salvation Army, and other type programs. She began it sweetly smile in a seductive and ominous way, and, at that point, I knew that she was mentally laying plans for me this holiday season.

Locked in my chastity belt since Labor Day, I was horny and ready to do her bidding, and she planned it that way. With my breast implants and female hormones working overtime against my raging testosterone levels from no release, my wife had me exactly were she wanted me: Shaved, manicured with false painted fingernails, toenails polished to perfection in Christmas red, make-up and hair perfect, I knew these preparations would precipitate a long, service-oriented holiday season.

"I see your smile, so what do you have planned now, my dear"? I asked. With the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, she said, "you are going to be the perfect suburban wife volunteer." She laughed, as she outlined her plans. "Be sure to get plenty of good rest tonight, dear, for tomorrow morning, at 6:00 A.M., you will arise, prepare yourself in a short black skirt, seasonally-decorative sweater, black tap hose, and four inch locking strap high heels." "This will be your outfit to wear to Wal-Mart to begin ringing the Salvation Army bell, smiling and collecting money for the poor."

The next morning, I awoke at 6:00 A.M., showered, shaved my legs, and began dressing for my day of service bell-ringing at Wal-Mart. This would be the schedule for three weeks. Each day will consist of 12-hour days, standing in heels, ringing a bell, and smiling while I took collections. How embarrassing it will be to cheerfully deal with men's comments about my looks.

Each night, I will take off my makeup, shower, wash my long hair, and do all the things women must do each night to prepare for the next day. Mud packs on my face, applying astringent afterwards, combing out my long hair, and retouching my nail polish.

Then, I will begin working in a soup kitchen for the homeless. Dressed in a short, black dress with three inch black mules, ankle bracklet, toe rings, and plenty of feminine perfume, I will serve 15 hours a day for three more weeks graciously and cheerfully serving the homeless meals. Of course, the homeless men will hit on me, and I will have to cheerfully deal with them, as well. What a chore this will be-one women deal with every day in one circle or another.

As a young man, I always dreamed of deer hunting and fishing during the holiday seasons, with long sessions of watching football on television when home. Christina destroyed those allusions of macho nonsense and has me serving humanity as a pretty, demure lady.

With no orgasm since August and with female hormones flowing through my body, I am so emotionally irrational and eager to serve my wife in any capacity she chooses.

At the end of service, I will begin my role as human Christmas tree again about 15 days before Christmas. If I'm good, I might get a New Year's reward, but there is no guarantee, and I must continue to be the chaste, spirited, cheerful female that my wife requires me to be.

Marriage is for women, in all regards, and men are to serve in the relationship.

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