Day in the life 2

How exciting can a housewife’s life be? Just because the housekeeper happens to be a male, it doesn’t make it more thrilling than removing stains, vacuuming, dusting, sweeping, preparing the meals and so forth. Or maybe I should rather tell you about some recent sewing project, but for the majority of you out there that is probably not the most exhilarating subject in the world either. So, besides relating the story of my complete transformation over the years, which can be worthy of note, what can I post here when it comes to my daily life that could be appealing enough for you to keep on reading? Just wait and you’ll see…

I do find my life very gratifying, fulfilling, and yes… exciting too. I live through moving and even breathtaking experiences almost daily (that doesn't mean that they are always pleasant, I should admit). They range from a plain reaction to my attire, be it a compliment or a grunt of disapproval (the latter response, believe it or not, is much less frequent that the first), to what for me are spine-tingling adventures Sandy decides to embark me on.

I do get reactions to what some people perceive as “cross-dressing”, but not as often as you might expect. So, if any male out there is interested in wearing a flowered-skirt or high-heels in public, my suggestion would be: go right ahead, most people are too occupied minding their own business to care less about what you wear.

As for me, I’m simply wearing what housewives feel comfortable with and at the same time shows some sense of style. Now, I should admit that those garments are indeed feminine by conventional standards. Well, I guess it indicates that I’m playing a gender-role that has traditionally been assigned to females. On the other hand, of those not many comments, most are compliments (and most by ladies: on my nail-polish, or a particular garment). Off-putting remarks are rare: nasty teenager gangs can be enervating.




Apart from that, as I told you, Sandy loves to get me into exciting activities. For instance, she has had me temporarily hired as a secretary, waitress, or maid. Don’t get me wrong: those are hard work (I can tell!) and secretaries, waitresses or maids deserve all our respect. But there is something particularly appealing in those occupations to a submissive male like me: maybe the fact that you have to let go your assertiveness, or that you have to be under somebody else’s authority and control. And if your boss happens to be a woman… for some reason you feel so much more passive and compliant!



On a regular basis, though, if such thing exists, what I’m engaged into as soon as Sandy leaves for her studio, are the customary chores you expect from a housewife. I tidy up the kitchen after breakfast, I work past the “daily’s” (things you have to do every day, such as sweeping the floor, and cleaning the yard), and start with a “weekly”: each day of the week is devoted to the more detailed clean-up of a single room: on Mondays I clean the kitchen, on Tuesdays the living room, on Wednesdays my mistress’ room, and so forth. Meanwhile, I start cooking whatever has to be ready in advance: when Sandy gets back home, her dinner has to be served.

On week-days, Sandy grabs something to eat at a place close to her studio, so I usually have lunch by myself (and sometimes I even have time to take a nap) before embarking into my own activities: I’m always taking lessons of some kind. At first, my education had to do with my basic training: I took lessons on modeling, cooking, etiquette. Later on I could be taught on the new interests I had acquired: at first it was drawing, now it’s sewing. I’m looking forward to getting my dress-makers diploma some day. I have to practice, though, so I meet with my sewing circle or I simply stay home and work there. I have a small sewing room, close to the kitchen. The room serves several purposes: I have to sleep there during some weekends, when Sandy chooses to have me as her personal full-time French maid for a couple of days. Have you ever heard of any maid sleeping in her mistress’ room? (of course not!) I love it when she is throwing a party, something like twice a month. For those occasions, I wear one of my maid uniforms and, yes, I do so in public in front of all her guests. All of them know about our unusual relationship, and in fact, as part of those afore mentioned adventures, I’ve even been “borrowed” as a maid for periods of a week by some of her friends.

That room has also served as my “prison cell”, whenever I’ve been punished, bound and locked up inside. An unusual life, it’s true… but never boring! So… keep up with my postings!