Dear Ms. Flick,
I just read your post. I am most happy for you and your Wife. I agree with you, that performing the household chores can be most enjoyable and, since your Wife reaps the benefits and lauds your work, you have a happy home-life.
My Mistress/Wife is so addicted to Her television programs, it gives me more, "free time," in the computer-room. It used to be one of the kids's bedrooms.
It must also be nice, that your Wife not only does not mind that you like to be girl-dressed but also encourages it. I would also, "love," to be permitted to wear the 1950's Housedresses, but my Mistress/Wife keeps me in my Housemaid's Uniform Dress. It came from a company called, "Work America." It's a, "White Swan," Dress. She had my name, "Missy Susan," embroidered on it.
It, too, would like to be a, "stay-at-home," Housewife but I need to work for the medical benefits. (sigh).
A few years ago, we had a, "difference of opinion," on the proper way to make the beds. Well, not really, as my opinion doesn't matter to Her. I was taught by my Mom; She was taught be Her's. I, "cringe," each time I make the beds as I know it's being done wrong. It came to, "a head," one day, when I came home from work. The bedding was all over the floor. I had put on clean sheets and pillow cases, too. She actually had followed me up the stairs and stood in our bedroom as I changed from my work-clothes into my Housemaid's Uniform. She, then gave me a cold, icy stare. "Raise your skirt, lower your panties, and lie down on the bed." I did so. Then, She tied my wrists to each of the front bed-posts and tied my knees together. "I hope I don't need to gag you but I shall, if you start to, "mouth-off." She removed the belt from my work-pants and She well-placed Her shots, as She started to lash me. I had no idea, at the time, as to why I was being punished. Then She took one of the pillow cases, dried my tears, and told me to blow my nose.
"Missy, I hope you will remember this." She untied me and told me to stand in the corner and watch Her make the bed. I did so. I started to say, "but ..." but I caught myself. I'm not permitted to talk at home. The top sheet was put on incorrectly (by my standards). One more icy-glare from Her and I remained silent.
"Did you observe how I made this bed?" I curtsied and replied, "Yes, Mistress."
"THAT'S how I want the beds made. Un-do it, and remake the bed, NOW." I did as She requsted. "If we had the money, YOU would have a Maid's Room. If we had a walk-in closet, that would be your room. You could sleep with all your clothes and shoes. YOU have to know your place. Believe me, it's for the kids' sake, that I keep you. Now, get this bed made and get on with your other chores. You're more bother than you're worth." I curtsied and offered my, "Thank you, Mistress."
"I've got a, 'closet,' full of your useless, 'Thank You's.' Just do your work properly."
I guess my, "memories," over-came me again. Very often, a post in our School, "floods," my mind with thoughts of bye-gone days.
You and your Wife, have a great, "thing," going. I wish you happiness, always.
I've been cross-dressing almost forever. The past few years finds me more interested in serving and being humilated by others. I'm a 100% Submissive Housemaid/husband. I, "love," my high heels and my Maids Uniforms.