Serve

I climbed the stairs to my towards my attic bedroom, anxious to take off maid's uniform, especially my four inch heels which, while doing wonderful things to my legs, were torture by the end of a long Saturday of chores.

"Mrs...Mrs. Benson," I gasped when I entered my room and saw my mother-in-law sitting on the bed.

"Sissy," she glared at me.

"What...what are you doing here?" I demanded as my wife didn't tell me she was visiting.

"I stopped by to have a little chat," she said.

"C...chat?" I asked, keeping my eyes downward, knowing there would be hell to pay if I looked like I was staring at her lingerie.

"Miranda tells me you've been obstinate."

"Ob...obstinate, Ma'am," I asked.

"There's apparently some business about her boyfriend," she said.

"She...she told you?" I asked, shocked.

"Of course she told me, you foolish sissy, she keeps no secrets from me."

"I...he...she...they...they're being...being unreasonable," I said.

"Unreasonable? She's mentioned nothing unreasonable," she said.

I relaxed, maybe Miranda hadn't been fully truthful with her mother. "They...they want me to..."

"Service him," she said, "yes, yes, I said she's told me."

"But he...he wants me to..."

"Of course," she said, "and to be honest, I'm surprised it's taken him this long; I told Miranda you should service her lovers as soon as possible. She's been with him for almost three months now, it's high time you submit."

"But Mrs. Benson, that's...he's..."

"An alpha man who should be treated like one," she said. "Fluffed, cleaned, catered to. My goodness, look at your face, you think you should man in her life."

"I...I didn't say that," I said.

"Imagine a sissy thinking such a thing. Now you listen to me," she said, "you're her servant, that means you serve her and her lover."

"I just don't...don't like to..."

She snorted. "Like has nothing to do with it," she said, "sissies serve their wives and if that means serving their lover, too that's what a sissy does."