The Sissy's Plight

God! My feet are killing me! But these are the heels my wife insisted I wear today. I had to have the house ship-shape as she was bringing her boss home for dinner, and who knew what else. I was quite certain that I would eventually play a role in that part of the evening as well, since she expected me to fluff all of her lovers, and to later clean their manly deposits out of her well-fucked pussy. It’s been this way ever since I failed to perform adequately in that department on our wedding night.