I had been planning my downfall for weeks. Putting together the right outfit, working out the best place to be in the house, practicing my lines to appear convincingly surprised, everything was lined up perfectly.
For a few months the relationship between me and my fiancé, Janice, had been just a little kinky. She had cottoned on to my submissive tendencies and we had played a few games where she took the lead, and she certainly seemed to enjoy my attentions. She had even made me wear her panties one evening, during foreplay, and had extracted a confession from me that I used to borrow my mother’s panties and hosiery out of the laundry when I was a teenager. It was that evening when Janice had teased me and called me her little sissy, that had convinced me that I could let her in on my cross-dressing habit, but whenever I tried to broach the subject my mouth would go dry and I would wimp out.
But I envisaged a fool proof way of letting her know, I would let her catch me dressed and then confess my desires. Indeed, I would go the whole way, and wear my favourite outfit, I planned to wear my cute French Maid’s outfit and my chastity cage. That way my all of my fantasies would be out in the open. I was taking a risk, but given that she seemed to enjoy our little games I figured that even if she took things the wrong way I would be able to get her to understand. I wasn’t angling for a 24/7 kinky lifestyle, just the odd weekend of playing mistress and maid.