I learned to dance as a woman at the balls. That was the easypart.Then the hard part came. Jeanette sat down with me about six monthslater and said, "...ou have been doing very well, Isabella. I haven't hadto whip you in months. Your training is preciding quicker than wethought. Now we have to do the harder training in being a wife andserving your husband. "I screamed, "My husband? Who said I was married, I cant have a husband."She laughed, "Isabella you will learn when you leave you will not. After about 30 minutes I looked over at Linda and saw her talking to a tall black bald man. He was a very good looking and he was very intensly looking at my wife as they spoke. His eyes were glued to her big clevage and he had a good view from being so tall. Linda was all smiles and looked very happy talking with him. I could see that she had yet another drink in her hand and I knew that she was going to get very horny shortly. I was wondering what was going through her mind while I was. I started very slowly,just making him do the dishes after dinner and vacuuming. I then began towrite up to do lists for him. Do laundry, scrub bathroom, do dishes,ETC.ETC whenever his chores were not done correctly, I would spank himwith a wooden hair brush, not too hard just enough to let him know I wasin control, I could tell by his constant erections he was enjoying this islittle too much. I could see it was time to take the next step. So I ordered him a sissymaid outfit, It was pink with. That’s what made her agree to marry him, having spent too much of her childhood trailing around with a rather irresponsible single mom and two other siblings whose fathers, like hers, couldn’t even be guessed at. Security was paramount, even if it meant sacrificing other fulfillments. She’d faked virginity on their wedding night after having enough premarital experience to know what good sex was.As usual, she instigated the encounter by coming to bed unclothed. He had his boxers on, so she.