They think that it is great that I stay at home while my wife works. If only they knew that I had a bra, stockings and suspenders under my male clothe.... My mistress has threatened to take me down there dressed in my maid's uniform if I ever misbehave. The thought of such embarrassment terrifies me, so naturally, I am very obedient.Once I am back home, I do all the prep for dinner. My mistress always expects a great meal every day. I chop all the vegetables and prepare the table. Then, it is. Recently she was more often forgetting the fact that she was my personal slut and was behaving more like a mom. I normally didn’t like these discussions and did what men have been doing over the past 2000 years, I avoided these conversation altogether. But suddenly I snapped.You are nothing but my cock tease, bitch.” I retorted, “You do what I tell you, and when I tell you.Don’t forget I am still your mother.” Said she, trying to pick up whatever dignity she had left. If you want to be a. I want to find a good man to take care of her, just like I did for her mother. *** “I wonder…” I was thinking as I rode Wolfie through the country side not far from the lands of the ranch and the hay fields. There was a small brook nearby with a tall tree that shaded me from the baking sunlight. I often would bring a book and ride Wolfie to this very spot of seclusion just to be alone. It was a beautiful spot. The only other person who knew about it was my father. He knows all of my hiding. I then used a foot pedal to pneumatically raise the chair to a suitable height. I couldn't help but notice that she still wore a pair of silk stockings - I found it surprising considering that she had been wearing skin tight trousers. It was good to know that in a world that was becoming increasingly androgynous that women still enjoyed their femininity.I wheeled my own chair over between the Contessa's feet, and wheeled the equipment trolley over next to the seat. I turned one of the dials up.