MAID SERVICE

By Femdom Fred

Copyright © 2021 by Femdom Fred

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 Index
Chapter1: The Night Watchman
Chapter2: Moving On and Moving In
Chapter 3: A Guarantee of Service
Chapter 4: An Introduction to The Belt
Chapter 5: The Maid’s Quarters
Chapter 6: Soap Punishment
Chapter 7: Pleasure Schedule
Chapter 8: Birthday Maid
Chapter 9: Mother-In-Law’s Visit
Chapter 10: Watching Football
Chapter 11: Sisters
Chapter 12: Michelle’s Bondage Fantasies
Chapter 13: Last Chance to Make Love
Chapter 14: Serving the Neighbours
Chapter 15: New Spiked Cage
Chapter 16: Silver Bells and Shocking Moments
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 Chapter 1: The Night Watchman
The cascades of rain running down the windscreen made it impossible to
discern anything clearly as I waited impatiently for my beautiful wife to
finish cuckolding me. After an interminable fifteen minutes or so the door
of the caravan I was parked beside opened and a security light blinked on
revealing my sexy wife accompanied by a large black man who was holding
his jacket over the two of them to keep them dry as they made their way
around my car to the passenger side.
The car’s curtesy lights came on as the door was opened and Michelle, my
wife dropped into the passenger seat, swinging her legs in after her. Her
lover leaned in to kiss her goodbye and I watched mesmerised as his hand
rested on her thigh before moving upwards to slide her leather skirt up
revealing the tops of her stockings. Their blatant disregard for my presence
as they kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues sent
waves of jealousy and humiliation to my cock causing it to push valiantly
against the walls of its plastic prison.

It had been my suggestion that I should wear a chastity cage when my wife
visited her lover to stop me masturbating while I waited anxiously for her
return. But it was she who, realising how attentive and desperate to please
her I became when locked, pushed for the cage to be worn for longer. At
first it was just for a few days leading up to one of her dates, to build my
excitement she said. Eventually though it had become constant 24/7
chastity, relieved only when Michelle returned from her date and I was
allowed to empty my swollen blue balls.
I remember so well watching her get ready for her dates with her carefully
chosen lover. The lengths she went to make herself especially beautiful
caused huge waves of jealousy and cuckold angst to wash over me but I
revelled in it. I was so attentive to her, fetching her drinks, helping with her
hair, laying out on the bed her sexiest underwear and so on; she joked that I
would have made an excellent lady’s maid.
That’s what gave us the idea to get me a sissy French maid’s outfit to wear
while I helped her prepare for her nights of unbridled passion with her
lover. My reward for wearing it and helping her would come when she
ordered me to lie on my back under her dressing table stool so she could
rest her sexy little feet on my face while she did her makeup and sexted with
her boyfriend. I was in a heaven of submissive love and devotion during
those moments which I expressed by remaining still and silent like a good
maid should.

The first time Michelle had sex with Jamal, a black guy she had met on a
dating site, the plan had been for us to go straight to bed afterwards where I
would be released from the cage and allowed to reclaim her as my wife.
Unfortunately, owing to the size of Jamal’s cock, she was very sore, so
instead I laid beside her and she jerked me off into a condom while telling
me all the details of her date. Her chosen mate was from South Africa and
working as a night time security guard on a large building site. The small
caravan was thrown in as part of his wages so he was living in it until he
got enough money together to rent somewhere. I thought it was pretty low
class and well beneath the standard my gorgeous sophisticated wife could
have commanded, but she loved the idea of having rough dirty sex with a
huge black guy in a scruffy little caravan.
At first, she was seeing him once every couple of weeks but, at my urging
initially, that increased to once then twice a week. I had found that
remaining chaste tor two weeks, or even just one, was incredibly difficult
but, since Michelle was finding an unexpected thrill in refusing to allow me
to cum unless her boyfriend had done so first, my orgasms were inextricably
linked to his. The difference was that his were inside my wife’s sexy body
while mine were between the delicate fingers of her hand. Even when her
pussy became more accustomed to the length and girth of his monster penis,
my requests for intercourse were denied. She made the excuse that her lover
wore her out and she was too tired after one of her dates to put up with my
inferior fumbling. I tried to explain that it would not take long, that I would
wear a condom so there would be no mess, that I desperately needed to re-
establish our connection as man and wife but she would just smile and say,
‘No sweetheart’.
Finally, one night, she gave in to my begging and allowed me inside her and
it was mind bogglingly wonderful for me. To pull my submissive strings she
made a show of total disinterest, interrupting me twice and sending me,
firstly to get her a drink, then to find and bring her phone, which she
proceeded to play with for the thirty seconds or so it took me to finish. I
wasn’t completely ignored though as she took the time to tell me to hurry up
and get it over with, that she wished it was Jamal fucking her instead of me
and that she couldn’t even feel my tiny cock; all of which just added to the
cuckold angst that resulted in the most powerful orgasm of my life up to that
point.
Sadly, if I expected such treats to become the norm, I was to be
disappointed. From then on, I was officially banned from fucking my own
wife. I was not even allowed to lie beside her while she jerked me off into a
condom. Instead, I had to stand over the toilet while, from behind me she
would unlock and remove my chastity cage before donning a pair of yellow
rubber washing up gloves. Then, after rolling a condom onto my straining
dick she would quickly and coldly jerk me off. I was allowed a strict two
minutes to cum, after which the condom was removed and dropped into the
toilet and an ice bag was applied until my cock had shrunk small enough to
get the cage back on and locked.
You might expect such treatment from my wife to anger me but it didn’t, it
just made me love and worship her more than ever. I could not do enough
for her. I bought her gifts, did most of the housework and transported her to
and from her dates with Jamal without complaint.

We drove home in silence, me anticipating release from the damned chastity

cage and her, no doubt, reliving the wonderful fulfilling sex she had just
enjoyed. Once home we went straight to our bedroom where Michelle got
into bed fully dressed and bade me strip off and join her. It had become a
regular thing for me to use my tongue to sooth my wife’s aching well
fucked pussy after one of her dates. Despite the rubbery smell and taste of
condoms, I loved pleasing her like that, so I was soon naked and in bed,
reaching under her leather skirt to pull down her panties which, I noticed
were especially damp tonight.
‘I have a surprise for you,’ she smiled cheekily as she pushed my head
down between her stockinged legs.
I could not figure out why there was no smell or taste of rubber or why her
pussy was so much wetter and more sticky than usual until I heard her
exclaim, ‘We didn’t use a condom honey, he fucked me bare!’
I was annoyed. Why had she done that? Surely, we should have discussed it
first. As I paused my licking and lifted my head to look my wife in the face,
she burst out laughing.
‘Oh sweety, you have Jamal’s cum running down your chin! I’m sorry babe,
I know I should have spoken to you about it but I didn’t know it was going
to happen. He was kissing me and his fingers were…I just got so excited, I
needed him inside me so much…but he wouldn’t…he said he refused to use
condoms any more, that he wanted me bare, that we were lovers and we
should be able to enjoy each other’s bodies with nothing in the way. I’m
sorry baby, I tried to tell him no but he…he…he got a bit annoyed and…
well…he spanked me…with his hand…across his knee. I’ve never been
spanked before, not even when I was little girl but I’ve always…I mean
fantasised about it you know? Not with you but with a…you know a more
aggressive…a more dominant man. And it made me so hot for him, I’d
have agreed to anything, anything at all, I couldn’t help myself.’
‘What did it feel like, when he came inside you?’ Was all I could think of as
a response to my unfaithful wife’s double admission.
‘Incredible, wonderful, amazing!’ she replied.
‘I love you,’ I declared, not sure why I said it but knowing it was true.
‘I love you too honey,’ she smiled as a single tear rolled down her beautiful
cheek. ‘Now get your head back down there and clean up after my
boyfriend. That’s what you are now, my little clean up boy. My little
cuckold clean-up boy.’
We experienced a new and breath-taking closeness that night to the extent
that, when Michelle informed me, after having two powerful orgasms on
my eager devoted tongue, that I would not be cumming then or for the next
couple of weeks, I accepted without complaint. I even agreed with her when
she told me that she did not want me to sleep in bed beside her. She wanted
the bed to herself to lie dreaming of her wonderful new man, the black stud
who would now have exclusive rights to fuck and cum in her married pussy.
I slept on the floor at the side of the bed, cuddling and kissing the expensive
leather court shoes she had worn for her lover that night.

After that it became common for me to have to wait until Michelle had been
with her lover four or five times before she would finally take pity on me
and, as quickly as possible with minimum fuss, jerk me over the toilet. I had
to tell her I loved her as she did it and beg her to see Jamal whenever she
felt like it. It was humiliating in the extreme but always resulted in me
thrusting my hips and gasping for air as, after only a minute or so, she
would leave go and I would spurt helplessly and shamelessly into the
condom.

On one particular occasion I had been waiting for over half an hour outside
the caravan. I always waited at home until I got a text from Michelle that
she was ready, then after a fifteen-minute journey I might have to wait five
or ten minutes for her to emerge. I was feeling especially jealous that night
and aggrieved at being disregarded and kept waiting for so long so I hit the
horn…twice. It made no difference; it was still another ten minutes before
she came out. I could tell from her demeanour on the journey home that she
was not happy.
She undressed in the bathroom while I was waiting in the bedroom.
Thinking I might have to apologise I opened the bathroom door and caught
sight of her beautiful bottom, crossed with fresh red welts. My wife had
been whipped!
‘What are you staring at?’ she demanded. ‘If you weren’t such a wimp these
marks might have been made by you. But you were never man enough to
take me in hand, were you? Well now someone else is doing your job for
you. Jamal wasn’t happy about you blowing your horn tonight. I got
punished for that. I was late because he decided he wanted a blow job
before I left. Unlike you he’s very highly sexed and struggles with the wait
between our dates. So, he wanted something to tide him over which you
interrupted with your appalling bad manners. Now go and wait for me in the
bedroom.’
When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing her fluffy dressing
gown an slippers. I noticed her wince slightly as she sat down on her
dressing table stool.
‘Right, get across my knee, you have a long overdue spanking coming,’ she
said as she removed one of her Ugg slippers, slapping the heavy rubber sole
against the palm of her hand.
I’d never been slippered by my wife before and her strength surprised me.
So much so that, after just three whacks I was trying to get up.
‘Stay still!’ she ordered. ‘If you move again or do anything to protect
yourself, I’ll cancel your next three releases!’
That got my attention. She sounded serious so, with great difficulty I held
my submissive position over her knee as she delivered another nine blows
to my stinging backside.
‘Right, go and stand in the corner,’ she instructed. ‘Face the wall, hands on
your head.’
In a submissive haze I did as I was ordered to and positioned myself like a
naughty school boy in the corner. The sound of her camera phone clicking
behind me made me turn my head.
‘Are you…’ I began.
‘Yes, I am,’ Michelle interrupted. ‘I promised Jamal, I’d send him a picture
to prove I’d punished you for your lack of respect,’ she continued as she
pressed send.
‘Now get in the bathroom quickly, before I change my mind!’
It was with a new level of submissive shame and erotic excitement that I
stood over the toilet, eyes screwed shut as my darling wife proceeded to
jerk my rock-hard cock with the rubber covered thumb and index finger of
her left hand whilst spanking again my already blazing red backside with
her slipper. I set a new record that night. Thirty seconds. After two whole
weeks of total abstinence, unable to even get an erection, all I got was a few
measly seconds of intense pleasure mixed with pain and humiliation. My
heartfelt cries of love and devotion as I spurted and dribbled were answered
by my wife as she spat full in my face.
She apologised afterwards as she clicked the lock closed on my chastity
cage, ‘I’m sorry honey, I got carried away,’ she explained. ‘I wanted to
make it special for you and I know how much it excites you when I act like
a complete bitch toward you, but that was too much, I shouldn’t have spit at
you.’
‘Don’t apologise,’ I answered her. ‘You’re right I do love it when you’re a
bitch toward me. I don’t know why, I just do and the nastier you are to me
while being nice and loving toward your boyfriend…well…I don’t know, it
just blows my mind!’
‘Really?’ she smiled. ‘You really enjoyed it?’
‘Couldn’t you tell?’ I laughed. ‘It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you
do!’
‘Well, in that case,’ she said, her voice suddenly bereft of warmth. ‘Get out
of my bedroom. You sleep in the spare room from now on.’ ‘And if you
ever disrespect me or my boyfriend again, if you ever interrupt me when
I’m pleasuring my lover, I will use a cane instead of a slipper! Now get
out!’
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 Chapter 2: Moving On and Moving In
My wife is a beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated woman and, despite the
sexiness of her ‘slumming it’ with some guy in a scruffy caravan, it really
made me uncomfortable that she was lowering herself to those conditions in
order to fulfil both our fantasies. When I told her my feelings one night
after picking her up at the building site, she surprised me by agreeing.
‘You’re right honey, it was kind of fun to begin with but I think it’s time to
make some changes. Jamal and I were just talking about it tonight and we
had a great idea. I’ll tell you about it when we get home.’
As I’ve already said, Michelle is a very intelligent woman and she knew
exactly how to go about getting my agreement to any idea she had, no
matter how devilish her plan. That’s why she deliberately timed our
discussion to happen with me standing over the toilet in the bathroom,
shaking with pent up lust as she removed my chastity cage and started using
her rubber gloved fingers to toy with my overfilled balls.
‘Sweety, Jamal and I think he should move in here with us…just until he
gets his own place.’
Fuck! Why did she have to spring that on me now? I couldn’t think straight!
‘It would get him out of that nasty caravan and put your mind at ease. Your
sexy wife wouldn’t be slumming it anymore. And no more inconvenience
for you, dropping me off and picking me up.’
‘But…but…oh shit, that feels good!’
‘No buts darling. This was your idea really.’ She stated as her fingers lightly
scraped the front of my thighs making me shudder.
‘You…you mean he could have the spare room and I could come back in
with you?’
‘Ha!’ she laughed. ‘Silly boy, why would we do that? No, I want Jamal in
my bed. I want to make love to a real man in my own bed. Just think, I can
go to sleep cuddled up to him and wake up in his arms. How sexy is that?’
She teased as her fingers began to slowly and ever so lightly slide up and
down my straining cock. This was ridiculous, how was I supposed to
discuss this rationally?
‘It would solve another problem too baby,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘Jamal
isn’t like you, he’s very highly sexed, very demanding, so it’s difficult for
him just seeing me twice a week. For a man like him that’s not enough.’
Fuck, that hurt. My wife was ridiculing me for not needing sex very often
when actually I was fucking desperate for sex, every minute of every day. I
could hardly think about anything else! My problem wasn’t lack of sex
drive, it was lack of opportunity and she controlled that.
‘I want him to stay faithful to me but the reality is that’s only going to
happen if I’m available to him every day. You understand don’t you baby?’
Fuck yea, I understood alright, I understood I was being manipulated like a
fucking puppet.
‘You’ll still get your little dribble sessions, don’t worry. Maybe not as often
because Jamal comes first, ha! Literally! But you know what I mean. He’ll
be my live-in lover and you’ll just be my…well…my servant I suppose, or
my slave…or, I know… my maid!’
The idea of being cuckolded in my own home, of being reduced to a
servant, of having to watch my beautiful wife kissing, cuddling, even
belonging to another man every day was too much. As I started spurting
into the condom, I agreed… no I begged her to do it, to move her boyfriend
into our house, to have him replace me in her bed. I did all that as I
shuddered and shook through my brief ruined orgasm and my happy wife
stood to one side, a big grin on her face.

The next time I collected my wife from Jamal’s caravan she came out alone
and told me he wanted to see me. I felt like such a wimp as I respectfully
knocked on the door of his caravan, conscious of my wife’s eyes on my
back. The door opened and he waved me inside. As he stood there, his
broad muscled six-foot four frame towering over me, just a small bath towel
around his waist, I avoided his eyes. I could see a messed-up bed behind
him and the room smelt strongly of sex. The thought of my darling wife in
here being fucked by this brute made my cock try especially hard to grow
within the cruel confines of its cage.
‘Your wife tells me you want me to move in with her,’ he stated in a deep
voice.
‘Erm…well…I’
‘We need to get a few things straight before that can happen,’ he smiled at
my nervousness.
‘First, I will be the man of the house. Your wife belongs to me. I want all
her time to be spent on me so you will be doing all the housework as well as
serving us in any way we require.’
‘Well, I don’t think I…’
‘You don’t need to think. This is not a debate; this is me telling you how it’s
going to be. I am the man your wife wants in her bed; you are a pathetic
wimp who can’t please his own wife and gets off on her cuckolding him
and denying him. I’ll be doing the thinking and making the decisions. All
you have to do is obey. Or maybe you want to step outside and tell her it’s
over, that I won’t be seeing her again.’
Did I want that? Shit, no I didn’t. I couldn’t bear to think of the
disappointment I’d see on her face. She loved our new lifestyle so much
and, to be perfectly honest, so did I. I was living a cuckold’s dream. If I
brought it all to a crashing halt, I was pretty sure I’d never be able to
persuade Michelle to do anything like this again.
‘I’m sorry, I just…’
‘Sorry what wimp?’
‘Sorry…erm’
‘You call me Sir when you talk to me.’
‘Yes Sir, sorry Sir.’ I cringed at my own submissiveness.
‘Right, now drop your trousers. I want to make sure your tiny excuse for a
cock is properly secured.’
In a dream-like haze I did as he asked.
‘You wife wasn’t joking man, that thing is tiny. Now get on your knees and
I’ll show you what a real man’s cock looks like.’
As soon as my knees hit the floor, he dropped the towel to reveal the
biggest penis I’d ever seen. Even in its relaxed state it was probably three
times bigger than mine was when fully erect. No wonder my wife could
never wait for her dates with this guy.
‘Now, to show me you are sincere, beg me to take your wife from you, to
own her and take your place in her bed.’
‘Please Sir, please take my wife, she’s already yours, she’s infatuated with
you, you own her. Please take my place in her bed, please move in to our
house and make it yours, so you can be with her every day. I know she
wants that, needs it, and I do too. Please Sir.’
‘Kiss my cock wimp, kiss the cock that will be filling your wife’s unfaithful
pussy every night.’
I’d never dreamed I would ever go near another man’s cock but this just
seemed somehow appropriate. Anyway, what choice did I have?
‘That’s it, and my balls too. The balls that will be making the spunk I’ll be
filling her with at every opportunity. Shit, your slut wife is going to be
dripping spunk twenty-four hours a day!’
When I could summon the courage, I looked up at him to see him smiling at
someone behind me. I turned to see my wife, who had entered unnoticed,
smiling back at him.
I felt thoroughly ashamed of myself as I stood up but Michelle was jubilant
as she planted a kiss on my cheek and whispered, ‘Thank you sweetheart
that was amazing and very, very hot!’ before skipping over to her lover and
throwing both arms around his neck to give him a huge snog.
‘I want you tonight,’ she gasped. ‘In my bed, please, I need it!’ she begged
her lover.
‘I’m supposed to be working,’ he grinned.
‘He can do it,’ she suggested looking at me. ‘Just tell him what he needs to
do. He can ring you if there’s a problem. Please baby, please! I’ll bring you
back and pick him up first thing before anyone arrives on the site.’
‘What do you think hubby,’ he asked me. ‘Think you can handle things here
while I spend the night balls deep in your sexy little wife?’
I looked at Michelle and the excitement on her face made my position clear.
She was my wife, the love of my life, my soulmate. Her happiness was
everything to me.
‘Yes Sir, I’m sure I can manage. I hope you both have fun.’
So that’s how it happened. My gorgeous wife spent her first night with her
lover in her own bed while I sat in a scruffy old caravan wondering what I’d
done and wincing from the pain of my poor deprived cock trying to break
apart the walls of its prison. I was a man no more. A husband no more. I
had a new role now; as my wife had said, I was her maid.
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 Chapter 3: A Guarantee of Service
‘Please Shell,’ I tried to reason with my wife. ‘It’s going too far, there’s no
need.’
‘There’s every need,’ she retorted. ‘And what did you call me?’
‘Alright, sorry Miss…but I just don’t think…’
‘Fortunately, you are not required to think sweetheart,’ she smiled, ‘You are
required only to obey. Jamal already told you that. Thinking is for your
betters, which in your case is everybody.’
‘But you don’t need a guarantee, I would never leave you, never divorce
you, I love you!’
‘I love you too, but our relationship has changed so much. I belong to Jamal
now and I know that’s all part of your fantasy which is why you’ve gone
along with it. But what if something happens, what if I do something or
want you to do something that’s not part of your fantasy? What about if
your jealousy gets the better of you? If you have a change of heart? What if
the things I want are no longer the things you want? I don’t want the threat
hanging over me all the time. I don’t want to be divorced, to be single, I’m
married and it’s for life, for better or for worse. I just want to be absolutely
sure that, when it’s for worse – for you I mean – it doesn’t end badly, or end
at all for that matter.’
‘Sweetheart…Miss Michelle, I promise you that…’
‘I’m not going to discuss it any more, you’re making me angry. We are
doing this and that’s the end of it! Now go and change into that sexy little
uniform I bought for you and wait for us in my bedroom. Go on, hurry up or
I’ll ask Jamal to take his belt to you!’
The sexy little uniform was a hugely embarrassing French Maid’s outfit
together with black stockings, black patent stilettoes with four-inch heels,
apron and maid’s cap. The skirt was so short it revealed the tops of my hold
up stockings and, if I bent over, showed the back of my sissy ruffled
panties. Wearing it, as I had in the past, in front of just my wife was one
thing, having to wear it in front of another man, especially when that man
was my wife’s lover, was devastatingly emasculating. I was tugging at the
skirt trying to pull it further down when Michelle and Jamal walked in. He
wolf-whistled when he saw me and gave my ass a swot as he walked past to
stand by the bed.
‘Right, come on then maid,’ my wife encouraged, ‘you know what to do.
The camera is rolling…now!’
Mincing forward in my heels I dropped to my knees in front of Jamal to
recite the lines my wife had made me practice.
‘Please Mr Jamal Sir, may I see your wonderful big cock Sir?’
‘Do you like my cocks, maid?’ he replied.
‘Please Sir, yes, I do, very much. I like to…’ I stumbled, more embarrassed
than I’d ever been in my life.
‘Yes maid,’ Jamal prompted me. ‘You like to what?’
‘I like to suck cock. I’m a cock sucking little slut maid Sir.’ There I’d said it
but my ordeal wasn’t over yet.
Jamal pulled down his zip and fumbled inside for his cock.
‘Is this what you want sissy?’
‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir.’ I leaned forward to plant little kisses along its
length.
‘Why don’t you suck it properly then maid? Show me how much you love
my cock. Show me what a cock sucking little whore you are.’
So, to my burning shame, I did. The taste was awful but the shame was
worse.
‘That was great honey,’ Michelle praised me. ‘Now I’ll just save that and
send a copy to Steff. That way, even if you somehow managed to get into
my phone and erase the video, there would still be a copy on my darling
sister’s phone. I’m sure she’ll get a laugh out of watching it too. But don’t
worry she won’t show anyone else. Now, if you are ever silly enough to try
to leave me or divorce me, then my lawyer will have all she needs to make
sure you regret it. Thank you for that honey, I feel much more secure now. I
know that can’t have been easy for you and I want you to know you’ve
made me very happy. I’m proud of you.’
‘What about this,’ I heard Jamal demand as he pointed to his now fully
erect cock.
‘Oh dear,’ Michelle laughed. ‘We can’t leave you like that can we? And
since the maid caused the problem, I think the maid should solve it. Lie
across the bed maid, on your back with your head over the edge. That’s it,
hands behind your back, good. Now open wide. There you go darling, your
own little cum dump, enjoy!’
Everything looked upside down to me as Jamal approached cock in hand.
He fed it slowly into my mouth, further and further until I gagged. In the
meantime my wife had climbed onto the bed and straddled my thighs, to
begin twiddling idly with my chastity cage. My mouth was stuffed with
hard black cock and huge black balls were swinging forward to bounce off
my nose but all I could think about were the sensations my beautiful wife
was causing in my groin.
Eventually I felt her pull down my panties and shuffle forward to begin
rubbing her moist pussy against my hard plastic cage, moaning as she did in
a way that made me faint with lust and apparently had the same effect on
her boyfriend who was now thrusting deeper and faster, driving toward his
climax. The only person not about to cum was me and I was acutely aware
of that unfairness as Jamal’s pre cum mixed with my saliva and ran from the
corners of my mouth into my eyes.
When they both leaned forward to kiss passionately, I knew the end was
near. Then, with cries and moans of lust, they came together in harmony.
Spunk filled my mouth until I thought I would choke but it was impossible
for me to move my head. In a panic I pulled my arms from underneath me
and tried desperately to push Jamal away. He just grabbed my wrists and
went on pumping what seemed like a gallon of thick virile cum into my
mouth, down my throat and over my face.
Just as I was about to pass out, he backed away and allowed me to cough
and gasp for breath.
‘That was fun!’ my cheating wife exclaimed.
‘Yea,’ Jamal agreed. ‘It sucks cock almost as good as you do!’
‘Don’t be silly,’ Michelle chided her boyfriend. ‘You know nobody sucks
you as well as I do. Now maid, get this room tidied and get on with your
housework. And wash your face, you’re disgusting. If you want to be my
maid you are going to have to try much harder with your appearance. I
won’t have a messy maid, now chop chop!’
I wasn’t the one making the messes. I had been lucky enough to be able
retire at 40 but I was working harder now than ever before. As well as
housework, laundry and cooking I was constantly running around picking
up after my wife and her lover who deliberately made life difficult for me
by just dropping things when they were finished with them. Clothes,
magazines, books, plates, cups, glasses, shoes, take away boxes, the list was
endless. But woe betide me if either of them entered a room and found it
anything but immaculately tidy.
You can imagine then how appalled I was when Michelle announced
happily that she had persuaded Jamal to resign from his job as security
night watchman.
‘How is he going to afford his own place if he doesn’t have a job?’ I asked
her.
‘Not that it’s any business of yours, maid, but he doesn’t need a job. I’m
taking care of him. I don’t want him going out to work, I want him here
with me. I hope that’s OK with you…maid,’ she finished sarcastically.
‘Or would you like to go and tell him to get a job? You could tell him what
a lazy waste of space he is while you’re at it if you like. No? I didn’t think
so. Now bring me a glass of wine and stop being so silly. Remember what
you are sweetheart, you’re a maid.
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 Chapter 4: An Introduction to the Belt
I want the maid spanked now…for messing up my breakfast.’ Michelle was
not even looking at me, her eyes were fixed on her lover Jamal, hoping for
his approval.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked her. ‘You already gave it an extra two weeks in
chastity.’
‘I don’t care,’ she insisted, ‘you said I need to be stricter with it, so that’s
what I’m doing. It knows I like my scrambled eggs at the side of my toast,
not on top of it. And it shouldn’t be putting the milk in my cup before it
pours the tea. I like tea first then milk. That’s two faults so two extra weeks
in chastity and two lots of six spanks,’ my wife finished, obviously pleased
with her judgement.
‘Well,’ her black lover smiled as he bent to kiss her. ‘I suppose spankings
are never a bad thing for maids…isn’t that right?’ he asked, clearly
directing the question at me. I turned from the cooker to face them both.
‘Yes Sir.’
‘Why are spankings good for you, maid? Explain it to your wife,’ he
grinned, clearly enjoying this show of power in front of his woman.
‘Erm..yes, Sir, I mean erm…please Miss I…I sometimes…or not
sometimes…I mean often I…or fairly often I…um…it helps maids like me
when the Master of the house gives them a spanking. Because we…I
mean…I…because I don’t want to be a lazy or naughty maid and when
Sir…I mean Mr Jamal…when he corrects me by bending me over it helps
me to remember my place and my purpose to serve my betters like a good
maid.’
Jamal had lifted my wife, sat down in her seat and pulled her down to sit on
his knee from where she just stared at me. As she nestled in her lover’s
hugely muscled arms, I stuttered my way through an explanation of why I
needed to be spanked regularly. I was blushing and almost crying, eyes
watery and vision blurred. Why did I always fall apart whenever he spoke
to me?
Jamal smiled as he took my wife’s chin to turn her head towards him, ‘What
do you think? Still want me to give the maid a spanking?’
Michelle beamed and nodded with enthusiasm.
Jamal laughed, ‘Ruthless, I love it! Alright maid, you heard your Mistress.
Go and get the belt, quickly, before I decide to add more strokes for
dawdling!’
I bobbed a quick curtsy, then, consumed with humiliated horror, ran as
quickly as I could in my sissy heels to the basement, wiping my eyes as I
went. The dreaded leather belt hung on the wall in my room, right above my
bed. Apart from a large framed photograph of my wife kissing her lover,
implements of corporal punishment were the only adornments I was
allowed in my dingy room. The three-inch-wide worn black leather belt had
belonged to Jamal and, when it’s buckle broke my wife bought him a new
one. I don’t know if it was his idea or hers that the old one could be used as
a tool for disciplining the maid but I had been told to hang it in my
basement maid quarters as a reminder of what was in store for me if I dared
step out of line. Looking at it every day, I had come to dread its use so it
was with growing fear that I ascended the stairs back to the kitchen.
As I entered Michelle was laughing as she playfully fed strips of bacon to
her handsome boyfriend. ‘The name Jamal means handsome,’ was
something my wife never seemed to tire of reminding me. I was struck by
the huge difference between their lifestyles of leisure and sex and mine of
drudgery, frustration and humiliation.
Eventually Jamal noticed me, ‘What are you staring at maid,’ he bellowed.
‘Haven’t you ever seen a man and woman in love before?’
In love? Where they in love? Had it gone that far? Part of me was shocked
but another part was thinking, ‘Of course they’re in love you idiot!’ But
surely Michelle would have told me…said something…broken it to me
gently or something. I looked at her for confirmation but she just laughed at
my expression.
‘I think it should get another six for staring without permission babe, don’t
you?’ she asked Jamal.
‘Yes, I do,’ he growled as he lifted my wife aside as if she weighed nothing
and stood, holding out his hand for me to pass him the leather strop with an
awkward curtsy.
‘Over here maid, in front of the oven, facing away from it.’
‘Please Sir,’ I tried, ‘I didn’t mean to stare, honestly. It’s just that you make
such a beautiful couple and…’ I immediately cowered as he stepped
towards me, bringing my knees together, bent slightly and lowering my
gaze.
‘You need to realise maid; your wife is with me now. She is a princess in
what is now my castle just as you are a servant in it. Servants do not stare at
their superiors and I think you will agree, we are most definitely your
superiors.’
‘Yes Sir, of course Sir,’ I bobbed a curtsy, eyes still fixed on the floor.
‘Your wife has been far too lenient with you but, with my help she is
changing. She no longer sees you as her husband. In fact, she no longer sees
you as a man. Isn’t that right my little sex kitten?’
‘Yes darling,’ Michelle smiled sweetly, ‘That’s exactly right.’ The proud
happiness on her face cut me like a knife.
‘Personally, I never did see you as a man. But you’re not a woman either
are you? Which is why we refer to you as it,’ Jamal continued as her took
up a position behind me. ‘Now bend over the island.’
There was a kitchen island stationed a few feet from the oven in the centre
of the kitchen. I winced as I bent forward lowering my torso onto the
smooth granite surface and it sunk in that this was really happening. ‘Lift
your head maid,’ he said firmly. ‘You are going to look at your Mistress and
thank her for each lash of the belt.’
‘Yes Sir…’
Gripping the edges of the island I looked at my wife. The humiliation was
unbearable.
‘Now Michelle,’ I heard him say from behind me, ‘I want you to watch
carefully as I put the maid in its place. It is going to cry quite a lot but don’t
worry about that. There is a lesson to be learned here for both of you. You
need to learn not to feel sorry for the maid when it’s beaten. Maids are
supposed to be beaten, they expect it, hell maybe they even need it. So, steel
yourself. Maid, you need to learn that you wife is now your Mistress and, as
such, feels no pity for your pain or your humiliation. No matter what I do to
you, however I punish you or whatever the punishment is for, she will never
interfere. In fact, she will enjoy it…more and more each time, until she
comes to need it, crave it. Then you will be truly serving your purpose as
her maid. Do you both understand?’
‘Yes Sir,’ I trembled.
‘Yes, baby I do,’ Michelle smiled at her lover. ‘Make it cry for me.’
The startling CRACK echoed around the room and, through the wall of pain
I wondered how I could ever have been so stupid as to fantasise about being
spanked, paddled, whipped or caned. I cried out weakly as the breath was
sucked from my lungs. Trying desperately to collect myself I realised the
next blow had not fallen; he was waiting for me to speak.
‘Thank you, Mistress.’
The shame I felt could not be expressed as my wife’s lover punished me. I
tried to be obedient, to hold my position, to keep my eyes open and look at
my Mistress but my vision was blurring with tears. Even so I could clearly
see that there was no pity in her eyes as she leaned forward from her stool
until she was only inches away, whereupon she spat full in my face.
‘Thank you, Mistress,’ I managed as another agonising blow impacted my
fearfully burning ass cheeks and I heard Jamal laughing behind me.

I had to focus a hundred percent of my attention on just managing to get out

‘Thank You Mistress,’ between blows quickly enough to avoid disrupting
Jamal’s rhythm. My vision was blurred from the now constant flow of tears
forming in my eyes and running little trails of mascara down my cheeks but
I could still make out the coy expression on my wife’s face as she oversaw
my discipline.

For so many years I’d tried to persuade her to fulfil my fantasies, to take a
dominant role, to be a bitch to me, to humiliate and frustrate me. We’d had
some small successes in the games we’d played but never had there been
any sign of the tyrant she had become since meeting her dominant lover.
Seeking domination herself, domination I could not give her, she had, with
my encouragement, found him online. Their courtship had been swift and
unexpectedly emotional on many levels for all concerned and the end result
was the allocation of our current roles; Jamal as the dominant Master, my
wife as his submissive slut but also my Mistress and me as their helplessly
devoted and badly mistreated slave.

Despite everything I’d been through though, there still existed within me
some small grain of defiance, some last dreg of masculinity. Clenching my
teeth together and scrunching up my face I decided I would take the rest of
my punishment like a machine; stoically and without emotion. No more
tears. I would show them both.
Jamal must have noticed my change of posture because
THWAAACCCKKK! My defiance was gone in one terrible blow, harder
than any before it. I sobbed, my body wriggling pathetically, thanking my
wife between heartfelt sobs of pain and despair. How many more? I
couldn’t stand this any longer, please!
THWAACCKK! I bounced in helpless agony as my defenceless rear took
yet another terrible shot of the dastardly belt. ‘Thank you, Mistress!’
‘That’s six down and twelve to go,’ she smiled at her lover.
‘Are you sure you want me to give it another dozen?’ he asked her. ‘It
won’t be able to sit down for a week by the time I’m finished.’
‘Why would it need to sit down? It’s a maid and maids should never have
time to sit down. And, as you said darling, it needs to see that I will never
interfere in its punishments, never feel sorry for it or try to help it. It needs
to know it can’t turn to me for help, it can’t turn to anyone. It’s a maid.
Carry on please darling, punish my maid for me.’
The whistle of the belt through the air was the only sound for a split second,
followed by a loud CRACK and my pathetic whimpered, ‘Thank you,
Mistress.’

After the second lot of six whacks my wife stood from her stool and walked
around behind me to inspect her man’s handiwork. ‘Ooh that looks sore,’
she laughed. ‘You’re so strong baby, I love watching you punish it. It gets
me so hot! I want you in my bed! I want to feel those big strong arms
around me, your lips on mine, your huge hardness inside me.’
I could hear the sounds of them kissing behind me as I shook and trembled
trying to control my sobbing and prepare myself as best I could for the final
six slashes of the belt that I knew were coming.
‘I’ve been a bad girl though,’ Michelle teased her lover. ‘Making you work
so hard to discipline my maid. Maybe you should give me a spanking too
before you take what’s yours.’
‘Maybe I will,’ he replied in a deep voice heavy with lust. ‘Go sit down
while I finish up with the maid, then get your sweet little ass upstairs and
wait for me, naked, standing by the bed, hands on your head.’
‘Yes darling,’ she said as she made her way back to her seat. ‘What?’ she
asked as she saw me looking at her with love, adoration and jealousy
written all over my face. ‘Would you like to watch and see how a real man
handles your wife, maid? Well tough, you can’t. It’s none of your business.
Maids need to attend to their work, they don’t have time for sex, not even as
a spectator. Never mind though, at least you’ll know I’m finally being
satisfied, won’t you?’ She smiled as she leaned forward and spat in my
adoring face once more.

THWAACCKKK! Shit! Jamal had switched his aim, finding the tender
parts at the tops of my thighs. I hated how good he was at this but had to
admire his skill even as I sobbed from its effects. ‘Thank you, Mistress.’
THWAACCKKK! Another terrible blow that made me shriek out loud.
‘Ssshh, not so loud maid,’ Michelle soothed me as Jamal laughed.
‘Yes Miss, sorry Miss, thank you, Miss,’ I babbled.
I don’t even remember the final blows; I must have been on the point of
passing out. I just remember the sound of Jamal’s voice telling me to get up,
dry my eyes and get on with my work. I turned to curtsy and thank him for
my punishment but he was gone, as was Michelle, upstairs to slake the lust
my beating had built in them both.
I could not stop trembling, my whole body in a state of shock as I dried my
eyes and tried to get back to tidying the kitchen. Clearly Jamal and Michelle
had suffered no such trauma. The thought of them upstairs; him spanking
her before fucking her gorgeous body, her crying out her lust for him, all
while I cleared the breakfast dishes and continued the washing up, had me
in an emotional submissive haze. I had not rubbed her spit off my face, it
helped me feel I still had some connection with her. I wanted to keep it
there as a sign of her ownership of me and of my status as her love sick
maid.
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 Chapter: 5 The Maid’s Quarters
The previous day I had been thoroughly beaten by my wife’s lover in front
of her parents. Their visit had been sprung on me at the last minute, I
presumed to minimise the time I would have to fret over it.
‘Mummy and Daddy already know about Jamal and about your new role,
I’ve discussed it with them. It’s now high time they saw things for
themselves. I know it won’t be easy for you, but that’s just too bad, this is a
necessary step in our journey. Don’t disappoint me,’ Michelle had informed
me before sending me to stand at the front door to nervously await their
arrival.
The beating had not even been the result of any fault on my part. It was
done simply to demonstrate to all concerned that Jamal was master of the
house and I…well, I was what I was. It had been a painful hand spanking
over his knee after which I had to stand in the corner facing the wall, my
panties still around my ankles and my bottom bright red and throbbing.
After some twenty long minutes of humiliation, I was sent to bed, though
not before having to curtsy to Michelle’s parents and thank them for their
visit.
The experience had been painfully traumatic for me but it had left me in
such a completely submissive frame of mind that I dutifully scurried around
the house all the next day, performing my duties with great diligence,
remembering always to refer to my wife as Miss and her lover as Sir and
even enjoying the feeling of my silky maid’s dress, stockings and heels.
Pangs of jealousy and small pricks of resentment were inevitable as, in
answer to her call, I had to pause in my endless household chores to
scamper as quickly as my heels would allow to present myself to my
beautiful wife and her handsome now live-in lover. With a respectful curtsy
and eyes cast submissively downward I would wait, the chastity cage
painfully nipping in the bud my poor long-deprived and cruelly caged
penis’s futile attempts to grow in response to the sight of the woman I
loved, being kissed and groped by a man I loathed, but was forced to serve
in any way he required.
At those times it helped to cast my mind back to the memory of the shame
and humiliation I’d felt standing nose pressed to the wall, hands on head
and bottom smarting. The thought of that happening again, the sounds of
their laughter and the hungry look of delight on Michelle’s face as I’d
looked to her to save me from the crushing indignity of going over her
boyfriend’s knee as, once more, he thoroughly emasculated me, filled my
belly with ice. I couldn’t let it happen again. This was my role now. I’d
asked for it, now I had to accept it. Fighting it would only make it worse for
me.
By evening time, I was tired but proud, or as proud as any cuckolded,
chastised, husband in a sissy maid’s outfit could be, that I had completed
my duties and performed my new role to the required standard. The house
was clean, the laundry done and ironed, beds made, bathrooms spotless, and
all while attending to the continuous petty demands of my wife and her
man.
As I carefully descended the stairs, I could see Michelle draped over Jamal,
sloppily kissing his face. They were on their second bottle of wine and she
was clearly tipsy but, gorgeous non the less. I lowered my head respectfully
and tried to tiptoe carefully past, at once both appalled and massively
aroused by the guttural sounds of passion they were making. I was heading
to the kitchen then to the basement room that was now the maid’s room,
desperate to sit down on the thin rubber mattress of the old iron-frame
single bed and remove the devilish high heels that were now part of my
daily uniform, when I heard Michelle call me again.
After a respectful curtsy I stood in front of them, staring at Michelle’s
impossibly cute furry slipper as it dangled from her tiny perfect nylon
covered foot. Her leg was draped over Jamal’s, one hand caressing his hair
as the other rubbed the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. Even with
her hair mussed up and lipstick smeared she was the most beautiful woman
I’d ever seen. Her blouse was unbuttoned revealing the tops of her perfectly
formed breasts pushed upwards and together by the expensive basque I’d
bought her for our previous wedding anniversary. I allowed my eyes to rise
slightly to take in the tantalising sight, hoping Jamal wouldn’t notice.
Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke to me and interspersed by
giggles. ‘Ahhh, just look at you…in your little maid’s outfit. You’re so cute.
Isn’t my maid cute baby? We need to get you a wig though I think. Can we
get the maid a wig darling?’ She asked her lover as she turned to him and
gave him a deep snog, darting her little pink tongue between his thick lips
and giggling as he pulled her roughly into him, covering her tiny mouth
with his and returning her passion by forcing his long thick tongue deep
into her mouth.
I stood awkwardly, fidgeting and trying to cope with the biting pain of the
damned chastity cage as it did its cruel work of denying my desperate
cock’s futile attempts at arousal.
‘Come closer maid,’ she gasped when he finally relaxed his grip on her. ‘I
want to check on my little pee pee. I haven’t seen it for such a long time,
we’d better make sure it’s OK’.
Moving her hands from her lover, she lifted the front of my dress and told
me to hold it while she slid her thumbs into the waistband of my panties and
pulled them down to my knees. ‘Ooh look Jamal,’ she giggled, ‘There’s my
little pee pee…all locked up safe and sound. And see, it does have balls
after all…two tiny little itty-bitty balls. I wasn’t sure when I watched it lie
over your knee for a spanking last night and then stand in the corner, hands
on head, sobbing like a naughty little girl. The look on Mommy’s face, she
loved it! She’s never tried to hide the fact she doesn’t think you’re good
enough for me, has she, maid? And now she knows for sure. Daddy was
disgusted with you, he said you’re a spineless little faggot and deserved
everything you got. Oh well, never mind. They don’t need to worry about
me now, do they maid? Not now I have a real man to take care of me and
we’ve found a much more suitable role for you and your tiny little pee pee.
Bye bye pee pee, bye bye tiny little balls. I don’t miss you at all.’
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as she hoisted my panties
up into place. All I wanted to do was rush from the room to seek the relative
safety of my basement bedroom, to throw myself on the little bed and sob
out my frustration and humiliation. But I couldn’t, I had not been dismissed.
So, I had to remain where I was as Michelle unzipped her lover’s pants, slid
her tiny hand through the gap and began using her delicate perfectly
manicured fingers to play with his very uncaged cock.
‘I have this now…a real cock…a real man’s cock and I love it, I fucking
love it!’ Jamal grinned triumphantly up at me as the woman I loved, my
soul mate for over twenty years, turned and leaned in to begin nibbling
adoringly at his face, his lips, his neck. I could only stand there, still holding
up the front of my dress as I had not been ordered to leave go, my tiny
locked penis on display as she demonstrated her lust for her lover and her
power over her husband.
It went on for a long time until finally Jamal grabbed a handful of her long
auburn hair to pull her off him and took her cheek in his other strong hand
to hold her in place. She immediately opened her mouth to start sucking his
finger as he growled at me, ‘Out of the way maid.’
As I jumped backwards, I let go of my dress and it fell back into place. Was
that OK or should I have held on to it? For a moment I panicked, not
knowing if I should leave it down pull it back up. Fortunately, Jamal
ignored me as he stood and turned to pick up Michelle as if she weighed
nothing and carried her giggling out of the room. I jumped again as he
barked over his shoulder, ‘Come sissy.’
I expected to follow them upstairs to the master bedroom and was surprised
when they made for the kitchen. At a nod from Jamal, I stepped forward to
open the door to the basement allowing them to pass through and begin
descending the stairs. ‘Oooh,’ my wife laughed, ‘Are we fucking in the
maid’s room tonight baby?’ I cringed at her casual use of the ‘f’ word. I’d
never heard her use it until she’d started seeing Jamal. But then a lot of
things had changed since then and swearing was a pretty minor thing
compared to the other changes.

One of those changes was my sleeping arrangements. At first, I was sent to

the spare room to sleep, a measure I assumed was just a temporary tease.
But then, when Michelle decided she wanted her lover to move in with us
and had me move my things out of the master bedroom to make space for
her lover’s things, I realised it was going to be permanent, or at least for as
long as he stayed with us.
It was actually hugely exciting to me, being able to lie in the guest bed
listening to the sounds of passionate sex through the wall every night. But
then one day in a fit of jealousy I complained that I was spending most of
my life in the basement laundry room. My darling wife’s response to that
was to demote me further. A toilet and shower were installed down there
and it became my new ‘maid’s quarters’.
Michelle had her two friends, Jan and Julie come over, supposedly to help
me move into my new quarters but actually they made things more difficult
with constant demands for wine, snacks and even, at my wife’s suggestion,
foot rubs. When they eventually did come down into the basement it was
only to mock me about the loss of my manhood, the infidelity of my wife and
the harshness of my new life as my wife’s maid.
‘I don’t understand why any man would give up a beautiful wife and a life
of privilege as master of a gorgeous home for this,’ Jan declared as she
looked around my depressingly sparse basement room.
‘But he’s not, is he?’ Julie answered, ‘a man I mean. He can’t be. What man
would accept another guy moving into his home and fucking his wife?’
‘This one would,’ my wife smiled as she cupped my cheek. ‘Because it’s his
fantasy isn’t it babe?’
‘Yes Miss,’ I curtsied awkwardly.
‘See,’ Jan sneered. ‘He even calls his wife Miss and fucking curtsies every
time he speaks! What a fucking wimp!’
‘Yes, but he’s my wimp, aren’t you dear,’ my wife defended me.
‘Yes Miss,’ I curtsied again.
‘Does he ever get to wear anything except that stupid sissy uniform?’ Julie
asked.
‘He likes his uniform, don’t you sweety. It helps him remember his place,’
Michelle explained.
‘Helps her you mean,’ Jan suggested. ‘You can hardly call a sissy like that a
he, can you?’
‘Well,’ Michelle admitted, ‘Jamal refers to him as ‘it’. He says you’re not a
man but not a woman either doesn’t he my devoted little maid?’ my wife
laughed.
‘Yes Miss,’ another curtsy.
‘And what Jamal says goes in this house now, I guess,’ Julie laughed.
‘Answer her, sweety,’ Michelle instructed me.
‘Yes Miss Julie,’ I turned slightly to curtsy in her direction. ‘Mr Jamal is the
man of the house and what he says goes.’
‘Pathetic,’ Julie sneered at me as I stared at the floor in shame. The fact
that both women were very attractive and had been the subject of many of
my wanking fantasies in the past made my humiliation so much worse.
‘I take it the sex has improved drastically,’ Jan enquired of her friend.
‘What, mine or the maid’s?’ my wife smiled. They all laughed. ‘Yes, my sex
life is unrecognisable from what it was with my rather inadequate husband,’
isn’t it dear?’
‘Yes Miss,’ curtsy.
‘Jamal is incredible, I’ll tell you about it upstairs. Maid, bring some more
wine for my guests.’
‘Yes, Miss,’ I curtsied to their backs as they turned away.

I had to serve wine then give Jan’s feet a thorough tongue bath while I
listened to the woman I love babble on endlessly about the sexual prowess
of her new lover. Then it was Julie’s turn with my slavish tongue while
Michelle explained, in response to a question from her about my sex life or
what was left of it.
‘It wears a chastity cage 24/7,’ Michelle explained. ‘Maid, get up and show
Julie your chastity cage.’
After having to drop my sissy panties and stand there holding up my dress
while three gorgeous women discussed my helpless state of sexual
frustration while pulling and tugging at my cage, I was glad when ordered
to get back to sucking Julie’s sexy little toes. At least I could hide my bright
red face.
‘So how often do you let it…you know…cum?’ Jan asked.
‘Oh we don’t call it cumming. Men do that, and women of course,’ my wife
explained. ‘Maids just dribble, don’t they maid?’
‘Yes Miss,’ I mumbled around a mouth full of Julie’s graceful foot.
‘Jamal says once a month is more than enough. Any more than that would
be silly and pointless really. It’s a maid not a man. It doesn’t really need
sexual relief at all and eventually it may be permanently denied,’ my wife
went on, not just humiliating but scaring me with what she was saying. ‘Of
course, it never ends up being a month because it keeps getting time added
for failure to please one of us. But you’re trying hard to improve aren’t you
dear?’
‘Eh mmsh,’ I gurgled, my tongue licking between Julie’s tiny toes.
‘I could get used to this,’ Julie sighed.
‘Oh, you’re welcome any time Jules,’ Michelle laughed. ‘The maid will be
here, eager to serve you in any way you please. Now maid, make sure both
Jan and Julie’s shoes are licked clean inside and out and don’t forget the
soles. Then you can prepare us some lunch. We’ll have it served on the
patio.’
‘Yes Miss.’
‘I am so jealous of you right now, Chelle,’ Jan admitted.
‘Me too,’ Julie agreed. ‘Me too!’

Jamal dumped her onto the thin rubber mattress of my bed and dropped his
jeans as I stood to the side not knowing if I should be watching or not.
Michelle slid from the bed to the floor and, crawling on hands and knees to
her lover, immediately began to worship his rapidly hardening cock and
huge balls with abandon. I had never experienced what he was enjoying and
my heart sank as I realised I probably never would.
Worried about being punished for watching them without permission, I tore
my gaze away, looking around the bare stone walls, the heating boiler, the
shower stall and toilet that had been installed for my use after it was
decided maids should not use the same facilities as their betters. In the far
corner were a washing machine and dryer and strung on lines from wall to
wall, items of Michelle’s underwear. The washing machine and drier got
plenty of use as laundry duties took up a lot of my time but Michelle had
decided early on that her underwear should receive special treatment from
her maid. Each item, whether panties, stockings, socks or tights, had to be
respectfully pre-washed in my mouth before being hand-washed in the sink,
rinsed and hung up to dry. My dingy room was a shrine to the beauty and
sexiness of the woman I loved and worshipped, the woman who was taking
an unexpected delight in cuckolding me, the woman who had, with my
encouragement, stripped me of the rights of a husband and replaced them
with the duties of a maid.
So, every night, before turning off the light and lying down on the cold
rubber mattress, my last sight was the sexy underwear that enjoyed a
closeness to my Mistress that I no longer had the privilege of. As I rested
my head on an old pair of her training shoes, sweating against the rubber
mattress in summer and shivering under one of her old dressing gowns in
the winter, I would wonder if I’d done the right thing. My head told me I
was a fool but, as it strained futilely against the unyielding walls of its tiny
prison, my cock lusted for more. More humiliation and frustration at the
hands of my cold-hearted wife. More opportunities to serve her with
devotion and prove my love for her. If I could not do that as a man then I
would do it as her servant, her slave, her maid.
‘Alright sissy,’ Jamal said, interrupting my thoughts. ‘You can watch your
wife serve a real man, but only for a minute.’
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I mumbled, curtsying before lowering myself to my knees
where I stared in rapt attention at the woman I loved, my darling wife, my
soul mate sucking another man’s dick with relish, a man I loathed and
detested but was forced to obey in everything.

‘I need to choose a lover I like. It doesn’t matter whether you like him or
not. In fact, it will be sexier if I choose a lover that you don’t like,’ Michelle
had insisted, way back when our journey began.

As his strong fingers wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her
forward as he forced his huge manhood down her delicate throat, I knew
she had been right. I would never have been able to treat her with such
dominant confidence. She needed it, craved it, had done so for years but had
never mentioned it to me. Not until I’d told her of my fantasy of seeing her
with another man. That’s how it began and now here we were, both on our
knees, me in a stupid sissy maid outfit and her looking up adoringly at
another man as she worshipped his cock.
My penis wanted desperately to get some attention, anything, even my own
hand. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now and not for the foreseeable
future. I was a sissy maid and sissy maid’s penises don’t get nice things. So,
with precum dribbling from the end of my chastity cage to soak into my
sissy silk panties, I watched as Jamal lifted my wife and plonked her down
on the bed. Rushing to tear off her own panties she spread her legs,
mewling like a cat, begging her lover to take what was his.
Smiling, Jamal picked up her panties from the floor where they’d landed
and held them out to me, ‘Show’s over maid. Hold your Mistress’s panties
to the wall with your nose, over there next to the drier. Hands on your head.
If the panties drop you don’t get to listen either’.
‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir,’ I mumbled as I scrambled to obey.
I heard the rusty dilapidated bed creak as Jamal mounted his woman. My
knees hurt against the cold stone floor; my penis stained harder still as I
breathed in the heady scent of arousal from my wife’s lust-soaked panties.
The bed started bouncing as Michelle’s cries told me she was in heaven. My
imagination ran wild with images of her stockinged legs spread wide, sexy
toes curling as her man pounded her to her first orgasm.
After a short pause I could hear them changing position and, as Jamal
smacked her ass calling her his bitch, I knew he was going to take her
doggy style now. Her second orgasm was louder even than the first and
accompanied by guttural groans from him as he called her his married slut
and told her she was his property to do with as he pleased. Under his
onslaught all Michelle could do was scream her acceptance of his
ownership and beg him to cum inside his bitch.
With a final scream of ‘Ahhhh darling!’ from Michelle and a groan of ‘Here
it comes, slut!’ from Jamal, the slapping sounds of his hairy muscular thighs
against the backs of her smooth legs and tight bottom slowed as he filled
her unfaithful married pussy with his heavy load of cum.
The ensuing silence was punctuated by the sound of light kisses and
whispered nothings; the sounds of a couple in love. My heart ached even as
my cock threatened to burst apart the walls of its cage. In a rare moment of
bravery, or perhaps desperation, I moved my head slightly to look over at
my wife and her lover. In many ways, seeing the way they acted toward
each other after sex was both more painful and more exciting than being
able to watch the sex acts themselves. The gentle kissing and soft caresses,
the whispered endearments, the quiet laughter and satisfied smiles they
gave each other added up to a couple, not just very much in lust, but very
much in love.
Then, in a sweet but exhausted voice my wife called me, ‘Maid…’
I jumped and quickly turned away feeling like a peeping tom pervert and
almost dropping the panties, ‘Yes Miss.’
‘I want my pussy licked.’
I lowered my hands and stood up, holding her panties in one hand as I
walked stiffly over to the bed where, keeping my eyes respectfully down, I
took my place between her legs.
‘I can’t believe how submissive you’ve become,’ she smiled, wrapping her
stockinged legs around to rest her tiny feet on my back. ‘You just obey me
in everything, don’t you? My boyfriend too,’ she went on. ‘You’re such a
submissive little bitch, aren’t you?’
As I licked her overflowing pussy, I tried not to gag at the taste of Jamal’s
thick cum. I should be used to it by now but I didn’t think I ever would be.
‘You don’t even try to stand up for yourself any more, do you? What kind
of man wears a sissy maid outfit and kneels in the corner while his wife gets
fucked?’
As I revelled in my shame, I felt her grab my hair to pull my face tighter
against her sopping pussy. ‘Lick deeper you slut! Taste it…taste a real
man’s cum! You’ll never cum inside me ever again. You’ll never cum inside
any woman ever again.’
Sticking out my aching tongue as far as I could, I delved into the sweet
folds of my wife’s pussy, the pussy that should have belonged only to me
but which was now overflowing with another man’s jism. I felt it flowing
over my tongue and filling my mouth until I had to swallow with a grimace.
‘Make sure you get it all my little cum drinker,’ she chided me. ‘This is all
you’re good for now. The only time you’ll ever touch my pussy is to lick it
clean of a real man’s cum. Think about that tonight as you lie on this
miserable little bed in this miserable basement looking up at my underwear
hanging on the line. Stupid submissive little bitch. Lick bitch. Lick your
Mistress. Lick your wife’s unfaithful pussy, you fucking little bitch…lick
bitch…lick!’
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 Chapter 6: Soap Punishment
‘Right,’ Jamal began with authority, ‘Are you ready for me to show you
how to deal with the maid?’
‘Yes, I am,’ Michelle replied in a business-like voice that had a shiver
running down my spine.
‘Good,’ he said after lifting my wife’s hand to his lips and giving it a kiss. ‘I
have in mind a few things to make the punishment more erm…memorable
for it. I know you’ve played around with spanking and stuff and I’ve given
it one or two beatings since I moved in, but we need to take it up a few
notches. This is not a game anymore and both you and your maid need to
understand that. I also want to be sure that you can deal with it
appropriately when I’m not here.’
‘Yes darling,’ Michelle smiled at her handsome lover. ‘I’m ready to learn
and I’m so happy to have you as my teacher. You know how much it turns
me on when you take charge with me but it’s even more so when I see you
dominating the maid.’
‘This is not just for your titillation woman,’ Jamal warned her. ‘You need to
be effective and creative in your punishments if you expect to have total
unquestioning obedience and adoration from your slave.’
‘Yes, you’re right as always,’ Michelle stated coldly. ‘Please begin, you
have my full attention.’
Jamal slid into the en-suite bathroom and returned with my wife’s wooden
hairbrush and a bar of soap. ‘Ok, here I have two household items, neither
one anything special but, as you will see, by putting them together we can
create an unforgettable experience for the maid. Here, smack it against your
palm and feel how much more powerful it is than your hand or even your
slipper.’
Michelle gave her hand a little crack that made me wince at the sharp
sound. ‘That is going to hurt like hell,’ she grinned at her lover.
He laughed as he took the brush from her in exchange for the bar of soap.
‘Take this and put it under the tap, give it a good lather then bring it back
nice and sudsy.’
I could hear the tap running as I stood, feet together, bent at the waist, hands
clasping my ankles. My back was aching from the awkward position but I
did not dare to move even an inch. I was in enough trouble already.
As Michelle came out of the en-suite I turned my head slightly to see
droplets of soapy water and bubbles dripping to the floor from the bar of
soap she carried. She handed it to Jamal who stood beside me, his crotch
hovering intimidatingly beside my head. How I wished I could just fast
forward time and get this over with.
‘Maid,’ he announced, making me jump, ‘I am going to give you two dozen
smacks with your Mistress’s hairbrush.’
I felt his hand on the back of my head followed by the bar of soap in his
other hand being presented to my lips. His voice was calm but full of
authority. ‘You will hold this bar of soap between your lips. If it slips out
your spanking will start again from the beginning. If you move out of
position, your spanking will start again from the beginning. If you use your
teeth to hold on to the soap, guess what…yes, your spanking will start again
from the beginning.’
He shoved the slippery bar of soap between my lips until it was just over
half way into my mouth. I pressed my lips down as hard as I could,
determined not to let it slip.
Jamal stepped back, flipped up my maid’s dress and yanked my panties
down to my thighs. The humiliation of being treated like a naughty
Victorian schoolgirl in the headmaster’s office took all of my attention for a
moment and I felt the bar of soap slip about an inch before I could catch it
by pressing my lips down even harder. The clenching of my jaw was
hurting already and the disgusting taste of soap suds was already lathering
my mouth.
There was no warning before the first crack of the polished wooden
hairbrush against my unprotected rear. The shock took my breath away and
it was all I could do not to open my mouth wide and scream. As the blows
continued to fall, the devilish dual purpose of the bar of soap became clear.
As if being soundly whacked was not enough, I had to endure the foul taste
of soap filling my mouth and nose while rendered unable to even cry out for
the mercy I knew I would not get.
As the pain mounted with every impact of hardwood against flesh it just
became too much until, with a squeal of despair, I watched as the bar of
soap shot out of my mouth and slid across the polished wooden floor,
spinning to a rest against one of Michelle’s fluffy white slippers.
I groaned in horror at what it meant as Michelle bent to pick up the soap,
losing control of it immediately as it slipped from her fingers and dropped
back onto the floor. They both laughed as she tried again, this time
managing to feed it back into my mouth. I gagged as my darling wife gave
it a little shove to make sure it was in.
‘Try harder this time,’ she ordered coldly.
My ass was on fire and soap suds were running out of my mouth to form a
pool on the floor beneath me but there was hardly a pause as Jamal widened
his stance to use his powerful frame to full effect. ‘From the beginning
again then maid,’ he grinned as the blows resumed.
I squeaked and squealed around the soap as he demolished my ass and what
was left of my pride with the hairbrush. I had no idea how many strokes I’d
taken or how many more were yet to come. It was taking every fibre of my
being to hold my position and keep the soap from slipping out of my mouth.
When the blows finally stopped, I was trembling from head to toe, letting
out pathetic little sobs and drooling suds onto the floor.
‘Well done maid,’ Jamal said casually as he pulled the bar of soap from my
mouth. My jaw ached terribly and I gasped in relief. But then ice water
filled my belly as I heard him say, ‘Oh dear, do these look like teeth marks
to you Michelle?’
I turned my head to see him showing the bar of soap to my wife. Looking at
the soap then at me with a smirk she agreed, ‘Yip, they sure do. I don’t
think our maid is very bright darling,’ she suggested, ‘Either that or it’s just
not taking you seriously.’
Running my tongue along my front teeth I could feel the little bits of soapy
residue stuck to them. They were right. I started shaking my head,
whimpering, dreading what was coming, sure I could not possibly endure it.
‘Needs lathering up again I think,’ Jamal announced before wandering back
into the en suite to run the soap under the tap again.
Holding my position with every muscle shaking, backside burning as if I’d
been branded and breaths coming in shallow gasps of pain and despair, I
still had awareness enough to take in the wonderful smell of my wife’s
perfume as she crouched down beside me to whisper in my ear, ‘You have
no idea how much this is turning me on! I fucking love how he treats you! I
can’t wait to feel his huge hard cock inside me again!’
I cried as my wife’s lover forced the bar of soap between my lips yet again
so that I could clamp it there, holding on to it for dear life.
‘Want to have a go?’ Jamal offered Michelle as he handed her the hairbrush.
I heard her smacking the back of the brush against her palm again as she
moved into position behind me.
My sobs were lower and more guttural as my bride, my loving wife of
twenty years, took her turn spanking me. Her pace was slower but she used
her whole body to put everything she had into each swing. Coming on top
of all those previous whacks it was beyond agonising and, once again, I felt
the damn soap begin to slip from my mouth. It was a horrible helpless
feeling and I cried desperately as Michelle continued to blister my backside
until I knew I was hanging on by the thinnest possible thread.
Then, suddenly, the spanking stopped leaving me shaking, sobby and crying
pathetically.
‘Just one more to go honey,’ my wife announced in a sweet voice. ‘Would
you like it straight away…or should I wait a little while?’
I squirmed and moaned as I felt the soap slipping. It would be gone any
second, there was nothing I could do.
‘What’s that sweetie?’ Michelle asked in a voice of mock concern. ‘I can’t
make out what you’re saying. Did you say you’d like a few minutes before I
give you the last one?’
Broken and helpless I moaned a weak despairing, ‘no,’ as I shook my head
slightly.
Just when I knew the soap was going, I felt the hardest spank she’d given
me, forcing a surprised yelp from my mouth as the soap bounced to the
floor and lay there still connected to my lips by strings of soapy drool.
‘Twelve,’ Michelle announced happily.
‘I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed that,’ her lover observed smiling.
‘Honestly,’ my wife laughed, ‘I don’t know which I love most, beating the
maid’s ass or watching you do it.’
The disgusting taste and feel of soap were overwhelming as Jamal ordered
me to stand up and face them.
‘Thank you for punishing me Sir and Miss,’ I gasped with tears rolling
down my face, blending with the soap bubbles. The urge to run to the
bathroom to wash out my mouth with lovely clean freshwater was almost
too much to control making me bounce and fidget.
‘You’re welcome maid,’ he said casually. ‘Now run and find me a roll of
duct tape and a cup of rice from the kitchen. Do not stop on the way for
anything else.’
Bobbing an awkward curtsy that made my bottom hurt even more, I
gingerly pulled my panties up over my bruised and battered backside, then
scurried off to do the bidding of my wife’s lover. I desperately wanted to
wash out my mouth but did not dare risk a further spanking.
When I got back Jamal and my wife were kissing. She was stroking his hair
as he fondled her tight little ass through her leather skirt. I looked down at
the floor knowing it was inappropriate for me to interrupt or stare at them.
‘Go and kneel beside the sink in the en suite and wait, maid,’ he said as he
caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye.
It was torture kneeling beside the sink desperately needing to throw water
over my face to rinse off the soap and salty tears but knowing to do so
would just get me into more trouble.
After a while I could hear soft sounds from the bedroom; lip smacking
noises followed by slurping and the gentle brush of skin against skin. There
was a definite rhythm to it and it was getting louder and faster. With a
sinking feeling I realised my wife was giving her lover a blow job. Feeling
the soapy residue coating my mouth, I realised I could be kneeling there for
some time.
Giving blowjobs was one of the things my wife had taken a huge interest in
since meeting Jamal. Before that she had never shown any interest,
declaring in fact, that any woman who would do such a disgusting thing
must be a complete slut. But then, she was that now, having declared it
numerous times to her lover and often in my presence. It was a gut-
wrenching feeling knowing my wife was so eager to do things for another
man she would never have done for me and now definitely never would.
When I’d asked her about it back in the early days of her courtship with
Jamal she’d laughed and said men like her lover expected and demanded
certain things from women, something, she said, I would not understand.
As the sloppy sounds of my wife giving her lover a blow job escalated all I
could do was kneel there crying softly and helplessly, feeling the burn of
my blistered ass as soapy drool oozed continuously from my lips and I tried
to imagine the sensations he was enjoying at that moment. He must be in
heaven! His deep moans soon mixed with the sounds of my wife’s eager
lips and tongue as they worshipped his huge black cock.
Finally, I heard him say, ‘Good girl,’ followed by the sound of his zip being
pulled back up and I tried to brace myself for whatever came next.
He was still adjusting his pants as he entered the en suite. ‘Right maid, time
to finish teaching you to respect your betters. You have been disrespectful
and disobedient towards my woman. I want you to think about the error of
your ways for a while longer.’ I noticed he was holding the bar of soap
again which he dropped to the tiled floor and proceeded to stamp on with
the heel of his boot, pressing down until it squished and broke into little
mashed up pieces.
‘Pick that up and put it in your mouth, maid, all of it, now!’
I groaned with lips trembling, dreading yet more soap in my mouth but
knowing that any protest or even hesitation to obey would only make things
worse. So scouping up the pieces I fed them into my mouth, grimacing at
the disgusting taste and gagging as the mashed-up bits foamed and bubbled
forcing me to drool and swallow which made me gag even more and cough
so that soap went up my nose. I wanted to say I’d had enough, that I’d
learned my lesson that I’d never disrespect Michelle in any way ever again,
but I knew it would be no use.
I hadn’t even disrespected her in the first place, not really. I’d spent all day
ironing her clothes to her exacting standards only to have her throw them on
the floor and tell me to do them again because she’d supposedly found a
crease not perfect on her sexy pleated schoolgirl skirt, the one I’d bought
her years ago but she’d never worn until Jamal came on the scene. In a
moment of anger and frustration I’d tutted…just the tiniest of noises. No
swearing, no complaining, not even a raised voice…just a tut. Michelle had
slapped my face and called me an ungrateful slut, promising she would tell
Jamal about my attitude. So here I was, nursing a very sore backside and
forcing piece after mushy wet soapy piece of disgusting soap into my mouth
and crying like the sissy I had become.
‘Now hand me the tape slut,’ Jamal smiled. Being called a slut by my wife’s
boyfriend made me start crying again which made him laugh. How could I
be a slut when my penis was locked in a tiny chastity cage 24/7?
‘Turning the water works on isn’t going to make any difference,’ he
smirked as he pulled at the tape and held it in front of my face. ‘Close your
mouth so I can seal it up nice and tight. That way you won’t be doing any
tutting will you?’
‘Just a minute darling,’ my wife interrupted as she entered the en suite. My
heart lifted in anticipation of her getting me out of this awful predicament.
‘If you wrap that around its head it will stick to its wig. I don’t want it
spoilt. Let me get a shower cap.’
So, there it was, not a mission of mercy, just a practicality of protecting the
girlish appearance of her sissy maid.
Shower cap in place, the tape was pressed firmly against my lips and
wrapped three times around my head, well and truly sealing my mouth.
Those disgusting lumps of soap weren’t going anywhere. My tongue danced
around in horror with no escape from its torture. I knew that as my mouth
inevitably generated more and more saliva the soapy lather was just going
to go on getting worse.
‘I can see from your expression maid, that you are beginning to understand
the consequences of your attitude problem,’ Jamal stated coldly and I
nodded humbly. ‘While you are gagging on that soap, I suggest you
remember what happens to disrespectful maids.’
I nodded again, tears flowing freely down my cheeks and over the duct tape
covering my mouth.
‘Now where is that rice?’
I had to crawl into the bedroom behind Jamal and my wife to watch him
scatter handfuls of rice all over the floor.
‘You will pick up every grain maid. If you miss just one you get another
hairbrush spanking then then you get to do it all again, is that clear?’
Whimpering pathetically, I nodded and watched as Michelle took a handful
of rice and sent it forcefully under the bed then into the recesses inside the
wardrobes, ‘That should keep you busy and give you plenty of time to think
about your behaviour sweetie,’ she smiled. ‘It’s for your own good. You
wanted to be my maid, didn’t you?’
I nodded as she crouched beside me, pulling a strand of soapy hair away
from my eyes.
‘Well maids should behave with respect and gratitude toward their
superiors. Which, in your case honey, is everyone. Now get this rice picked
up quickly, I want it done before Jamal and I go to bed. Then we’ll consider
taking off the tape and allowing you to wash out your mouth. But woe
betide you if you haven’t learned your lesson from this. I will not tolerate
disobedience or disrespect from my maid. Is that clear? Good. Remember, I
have a real man to protect me now and real men don’t put up with their
women being disrespected, especially by sissies like you. Now off you go!’
Michelle finished with a smile so sweet it broke my heart.
I would do better, I’d work harder, longer, I’d be a more attentive maid, a
more obedient one, a more respectful one. I would make my Mistress proud
to have me as her maid. Those were the promises I made myself as I
crawled around the bedroom floor, a bedroom my wife now shared with her
lover while I slept on an old iron cot in the basement, making sure to get
every grain of rice as soap suds filled my mouth and overflowed down my
throat.
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 Chapter 7: Pleasure Schedule
‘Haven’t we always said sweety, quality is more important than quantity?’
my wife asked me as I stood in front of her, eyes on her cute fluffy white
slippers with little grey teddy bears embroidered on them. Heart breaking
cuteness with cock hardening sexy bitchiness; she had it down to a fine art.
After a great deal of thought and several aborted attempts when her
boyfriend interrupted, I had finally managed to explain to my wife how
impossible I was finding it to deal with the long periods of chastity that
were being forced on me. When she first started seeing Jamal it was just a
day or two before her dates and during the date itself. That stretched to a
week or two when she realised how being locked in chastity unable to get
relief made me extra loving and compliant to her wishes.
After Jamal moved in and took my place in my wife’s bed, they decided
between them, without consulting me at all, that my periods of lock-up
should begin at four weeks with an extra week added after each release. In
that way I would have to face the fact that my orgasms would become
steadily fewer and further between. That was more than bad enough but the
fact was that I never managed to gain release in the appointed time anyway.
There was always some misdemeanour on my part that earned me, not just
beatings but extensions to my chastity periods.
It might be that Michelle was not happy with something of hers that I’d
carefully and lovingly ironed, or a pair of her shoes or boots were not
shined to her satisfaction. Perhaps she had found a hair on the carpet or a
water mark in the bathroom. Her boyfriend was equally demanding and
equally unfair. I was always guilty; it was always my fault. I had no defence
and received no mercy.
‘You have to learn sweetheart,’ Michelle would say when I broke down in
tears at yet another chastity extension. ‘I have high standards and so does
Jamal. We can’t have our maid slacking.’
Slacking? I worked myself to a frazzle sixteen hours a day, every day, with
no days off. And as for Jamal, he was living like a tramp in a fucking dirty
old caravan on a building site until we took him in! But, of course, I
couldn’t say any of that, what would be the point? It would only result in a
longer, even more severe caning or whipping and yet more unbearable
chastity.
The great benefit of my chastity for Michelle was that my utter frustration
made me more and more desperate to please her. I couldn’t help it! I would
do anything for her, suffer any debasement, any humiliation, just for the
chance to serve her as her devoted slave.
The only benefit for me was that the rarity of my releases made them
unbelievably intense, beyond anything I’d ever experienced, shockingly,
faintingly intense! The sensation of pulling off that damned cage, the
freedom to get hard, the sensations of fingers stroking my long-deprived
organ, even when, as had become more and more the case, those fingers
were my own. Unfortunately, I eventually managed to lose that too.

By working extra hard to please my wife and her boyfriend I had, to my

delight, been awarded the rare opportunity to watch them make love.
‘We should let it watch us occasionally darling,’ my unfaithful spouse had
suggested to her massive black stud. ‘Seeing how perfect we are together,
how in love we are, will help it come to terms with its new position in our
household.’
So, there I was, in full sissy maid uniform, standing against the wall, hands
clasped demurely in front of me, watching spell-bound and light headed
with lust, jealousy and cuckold angst as my wife of over twenty years, my
soulmate, the only woman I’d ever loved or ever would love, gave herself
to another man, a man who had done nothing to deserve her, who treated
her like his whore and whom I disliked intensely. After eight weeks and
three days in unrelenting chastity I was completely overcome with
frustrated lust. So much so that, to my surprise and dismay, something
happened that had never happened before; I had an orgasm with the cage
still locked securely in place. I say orgasm, but it was nothing like cumming
with a fully hard cock. It was just a gentle throbbing, a dribble that turned
briefly to a flow before going back to a dribble.
Unfortunately, Michell must have been looking at me when it happened.
She liked to look at me while making love to her boyfriend. She said the
look of submissive frustration and humiliation on my face made her cum
extra hard. Which, in hind sight, was probably the real reason she
occasionally persuaded her lover to let me watch. This time though, she
didn’t like the look on my face at all.
‘Come here right now!’ she demanded. ‘Jamal paused his regular thrusting
into her to ask what was wrong.
‘Uniform inspection,’ she cried. ‘Lift your skirt slut, let me see your
panties.’
Red faced and ashamed I did as she told me to.
‘How dare you?’ she yelled.
‘What did it do now?’ Jamal asked.
‘Oh, the little slut only went and had an unauthorised orgasm.’
‘No way, with the cage on?’
‘Yes, it seems our naughty little whore maid has learned to cum in chastity.’
‘I’m so sorry, Miss,’ I babbled. ‘I didn’t mean to I…’
‘You are a dirty disrespectful little slut,’ Michelle interrupted me. ‘And after
I took pity on you and allowed you to watch us making love! You’ll regret
this I promise you!’
‘Please Miss, I won’t do it again, I promise, please Miss!’
‘On the contrary, it’s all you’ll do. Now that we know you can have your
disgusting little dribble without needing to remove the cage, the cage will
stay on. No more unlocking it, no more removing it. Your days of getting a
little stiffy are over maid! You are now locked in chastity 24/7 and 365 days
a year. Go and clean yourself up and wait in your room. My boyfriend will
be there to teach you some respect just as soon as he finishes making love
to me. Now get out!’
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 Chapter 8: Birthday Maid
It was my birthday and I was kneeling on the thick carpet in the middle of
the lounge. I had already opened several presents from the guests who sat
around me with drinks in their hands watching my reactions to their
generosity. After opening each gift; a riding crop from Jamal’s friend
Hakim, a gag from his other friend Bongani, a wooden spanking paddle
from Michelle’s sister Steffanie, a pink sissy dress from Michelle’s parents,
a box of panty pads to catch the dribbles of precum that now ran constantly
from my trapped penis from Michelle’s friend Julie, makeup from her other
friend Jan and finally pink stilettoes with towering five inch heels from our
next door neighbours Mandy and Ron, I thanked the person who had given
it to me and crawled over to kiss their shoes.
I thought the embarrassing ordeal was over until Michelle jumped up to
announce that she had saved her gift to me until last. ‘It’s from both of us!’
she announced when she returned from the bedroom bearing a small parcel
with a pink ribbon and a card. The words ‘both of us’ were a painful
reminder of the fact that my wife was part of a couple that no longer
included me. As I went to read the card Michelle stopped me, ‘Open the
box first sissy.’
So, I pulled loose the ribbon and opened the lid of the box, revealing its
contents resting inside on a bed of pink satin. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. It
had been so long since I’d had any sort of relief! I’d cautioned myself not to
even consider the possibility that either my wife or her lover might feel
sorry enough for me to grant me a birthday orgasm, but what else could this
mean?
There it was on a bed of silk, the key to my chastity device. As I leaned
back, I held one hand over my mouth, eyes wide and tears of gratitude
beginning to form in their corners.
‘Alright maid…’ Jamal said with a smile. ‘I know it must be a little
overwhelming for you to imagine your chastity cage coming off…’
Everyone laughed but I didn’t care.
‘Read the card sweetie,’ Michelle encouraged me.
Tearing my gaze from her beautiful face I managed a deep breath as I slid
the card from its envelope and began to read it.
‘Out loud maid,’ Jamal grunted.
‘Oh…yes Sir, sorry Sir,’ I gushed, painfully aware that this might be a very
bad time to annoy him.
‘Happy birthday maid,’ I began. ‘For your birthday, maid, we have decided
to give you a very special choice.’ My stomach was filled with butterflies.
Surely, in order to gain my long overdue relief, I was going to be forced to
choose between one painfully embarrassing scenario or another. Then I’d be
forced to act it out in front of everyone here. Could I do that? I needed to
cum so badly!
‘We’re waiting, maid,’ Michelle prompted.
‘Sorry Miss,’ I mumbled. ‘Your first option will be to end this lifestyle and
go back to a completely vanilla relationship, wearing whatever men’s
clothes you like, never being told what to do, no discipline, no enforced
chastity. In short, you get your life back’. I gasped, unable to take it in.
There were murmurs around the room as I looked up into my wife’s
gorgeous eyes.
‘Ridiculous idea,’ I heard Michelle’s mother say.
Michelle nodded to me and smiled, encouraging me to read on. ‘If you
choose that option, you can unlock yourself right now, Jamal and our guests
will leave and you can take me to bed to reclaim what’s yours.’
The tension in the room was palpable. ‘Or you can choose the second
option which is to demonstrate, in front of everyone here, that you
completely accept and embrace your new role in this household, that you
give up all rights as a husband and as a man, you swear to obey your wife in
everything, you accept her lover as your superior in every way and you
relinquish all desires except to serve and please your Mistress as her
maid…. permanently and forever.’
I felt light headed, there was no air in the room. I wasn’t expecting this. It
had started as a game but had gone way beyond that. Did I want it to stop?
Yes, of course I did…well part of me did. I had never intended it to be
permanent, had I? But there was another part, the part that had caused me to
suggest this game to my beautiful wife in the first place, that loved what I’d
become, how the woman I loved treated me, the humiliation, the frustration,
the punishments, everything. Somehow it gave me the chance to prove to
her how much I loved her in a way I was comfortable with. After all we’d
done, the way I’d humiliated myself in so many ways and the fact that she
had found a man to expand her horizons in such new and exciting ways, I
wasn’t at all sure I was up to the job of pleasing her any other way…or that
she would really want me to.
But the key, the precious, horrible, unbelievably important little piece of
metal that was finally right there in my hand. The incredible relief of
unlocking that horrifically cruel device and sliding it off! Then being able to
make decisions again, to do whatever I wanted, no more slaving away
endlessly on housework and laundry, no panicking over uniform
inspections, no more corner time, no more spankings and canings, no more
crying myself to sleep in the basement.
As I looked around the room it looked like everyone was holding their
breath. There was not a sound or a movement. I looked at my wife trying to
see in her eyes what she wanted me to do. I longed to make her happy but
which choice would do that?
Finally swallowing the lump in my throat, I stood and walked over to the
leather lounge chair where Jamal sat with my wife on his knee. As I
curtsied and lowered myself to my knees he turned to smile knowingly at
Michelle. She smiled back and took his face in both her hands to kiss his
lips. I held the key in my open palms as I lifted them up to offer them to my
wife’s dominant lover.
‘Please Sir…please take this,’ I said softly. ‘My choice is to obey and to
serve…in any way my Mistress or you require.’
‘You understand that this is permanent maid,’ Jamal smirked. ‘You will
never be offered this choice again?’
‘Yes Sir, I understand. Thank you for being my wife’s lover. Thank you for
keeping the keys to my chastity cage. I know that any relief I get in future
will be at your discretion and I understand if you decide I should never be
unlocked ever again.’
He took them from my hands and, with a cruel smirk of contempt, slid them
into a pocket of his jeans.
‘I just want to make you happy Mistress,’ I said, turning to my wife.
‘You do make me happy sweetheart,’ she smiled at me. ‘Seeing you
humiliated makes me happy. Seeing you so dreadfully sexually frustrated
makes me happy. Not having to lift a finger in my house and having you at
my beck and call, rubbing your nose in my love life with Jamal, watching
you debase yourself to him, humiliating, teasing and abusing you; all of
those things make me very happy. You are a vital part of my new life. I will
never let you go and I will never tire of finding new ways to make your life
as awful as mine is wonderful. You have made me very happy sweetheart,’
she said as she gave me another heart-breaking smile. ‘And I’m sure you’ll
work very hard to continue to do so.’
‘Yes Miss,’ I promised as I watched her plant loving kisses all over her
lover’s face. She was demonstrating her love and lust for another man and
her rejection of me as a husband or a man and I loved her for it. Instead of
being angry or jealous, all I could think about was how I might debase
myself yet further for her pleasure, her amusement. Such was the depth of
submission I had reached.
The room erupted in applause and, overwhelmed by a heady cocktail of
emotions, I curtsied to my audience before turning to a little pile of plates
on the coffee table and shuffling off with them to the kitchen. I was a maid
and there was work to be done.

Most of the guests had left with just a handful unwinding and chatting
casually as I collected more glasses and plates from the lounge. Returning
to the kitchen I donned my pink rubber gloves to carry on with the washing
up. Feeling eyes on my back I turned my head to see Michelle’s father or
‘daddy’ as she still called him, standing in the doorway, legs astride and a
glass of single malt in one hand. Picking up a dish towel to dry my gloved
hands I turned fully to perform a nervous curtsy.
‘Can I get you anything, Sir?’ I asked nervously. I’d always felt nervous
around this man and now, standing in front of him in a sissy maid’s outfit,
having just sworn myself into abject slavery to his daughter while he
watched, my feelings were magnified a hundred times over.
The smile on his face as he strode casually towards me did nothing to put
me at ease. ‘I’ve been talking to Michell’s new man,’ he began.
‘Yes Sir,’ I replied, ‘Mr Jamal’.
‘Quite a change from you, isn’t he? A much better match for my daughter, I
think. I never did think you made much of a husband for her. Her mother
and I are very pleased to see she’s finally reached the same conclusion…
and done something about it.’
‘Yes Sir,’ I curtsied stupidly.
‘Anyway, we had a very nice little chat, Jamal and I and, among other
things, he explained how getting your dick sucked by a sissy like you
doesn’t make a man gay. No…it’s the sucker who’s gay, not the one being
sucked.’
He was right up close to me now and I could smell the whiskey on his
breath as I stared, red-faced at his shoes. I had a sinking feeling in my
stomach about where this was going as I mumbled, ‘How may I serve you,
Sir?’
‘You can serve me by being a good little slut and doing exactly as I say,’ he
sneered.
‘Yes…yes, Sir,’ I trembled.
‘On your knees then slut, where you belong,’ he said, knocking back the
last of his whiskey and passing me the glass.
After turning to drop the glass into the washing up dish I turned back to him
and dropped to my knees as ordered, hands clasped behind my back as I’d
been trained, watching hypnotised as his fingers fumbled with his fly,
finally pulling it down and pulling out his already semi-hard cock, slapping
my face with it as he clearly enjoyed humiliating me. Then suddenly he
jammed his phallus between my slightly parted thickly lip sticked lips.
I got to work, doing my best, even remembering to look up submissively
into his eyes as I bobbed my head back and forth on his cock. Michelle had
told me men liked that and I presumed, since, in twenty years of marriage,
she had never gone near my cock with her mouth, that she had learned it
from her new lover Jamal.
I focussed on wrapping my lips tightly, keeping my teeth out of the way and
using the tip of my tongue on the sensitive area under the tip of his cock.
‘Please cum,’ I kept thinking, ‘Please just hurry up and cum!’
After several minutes of enjoying sensations, I myself had never felt and
probably never would, my wife’s father put one hand around my throat
while wrapping the other hand around the back of my head. With total
control of his wife’s sissy maid, he forced his bursting cock to the back of
my throat, burying my nose in his pubic hair as his seed spewed forth
coating the inside of my mouth and overflowing from the corners of my lips
to run down my chin.
I gurgled and tried not to gag on the thick warm goo. Looking up at the
ecstasy on his face I wondered if I would ever again feel even a fraction of
what he was feeling right then.
As my head was finally released, I pulled back allowing his softening cock
to slip from my lips. I brought my hands around to wipe my chin only to be
told ‘Don’t forget to lick it clean slut.’ I did as he asked and slipped his
cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip.
‘Where are your manners, maid?’ he smirked down at me.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I replied, eyes on the floor once more.
‘For…’ he prompted.
‘For allowing me the honour of sucking your cock Sir…and for cumming in
my mouth.’
‘Good girl, now kiss my shoes and say it again, like you mean it.’
Having satisfied my tormentor’s desire to fully humiliate me I stood on
shaky legs before him, just wishing my ordeal was over.
‘Now you know what I require I won’t have to tell you next time, will I?’ he
demanded.
‘No Sir,’ I curtsied.
‘It goes without saying that this will remain our secret,’ he stated coldly.
‘As Jamal said, you are the gay one not me, but even so…’
‘Yes Sir, I understand, I won’t…’
Crack! I felt his hand across my face making me stagger on my heels.
‘I have no interest in anything you have to say. I never did have, to be
honest, but now you’re a….well, whatever it is you are, I certainly don’t.
You will do as I say, it’s as simple as that!’
‘Yes Sir, sorry Sir,’ I curtsied pathetically with one hand held against my
burning cheek and tears rolling down my face. It wasn’t the pain of the slap
that had me crying but the pain of humiliation.
‘Get on with your work you worthless little cock sucker! You were never
husband material but you’ll damned well be maid material, Jamal will see
to that!’
And with that he turned and left.
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 Chapter 9: Mother in Law’s Visit
‘Mommy and Steff will be here any minute,’ Michelle informed me from
her seat in the lounge. Steff was Steffanie, my wife’s younger sister and a
real spoilt little bitch in my opinion. Having just completed the extra-long
list of chores I’d been working on for the last three days, I was standing in
front of my wife, dressed in a fresh clean French maid’s uniform. ‘Jamal
and I will be leaving as soon as they arrive. You will have the whole
weekend to prove to them both that you make a far better maid for me than
you ever did a husband.’
‘Yes Miss,’ I curtsied humbly, dreading the next two days. My mother-in-
law was in her fifties but still very attractive if rather stern. I’d always been
a little in awe of her and had a secret crush on her but she’d never treated
me with anything but clear disdain, which of course only added to her alure
for me. Steff was only in her twenties, beautiful and boy did she know it?
Her and I didn’t get on, she was a bitch and a real man-hater.
‘Now you know how strict mommy is, so you will need to be on your very
best behaviour. If I get the tiniest complaint from her, I will make you very
sorry indeed, is that clear?’
‘Yes Miss,’ another curtsy. ‘Thank you, Miss.’
‘I know you’ve never got on with Steff very well but things are different
now, so I expect you to remember your place and show her nothing but total
respect. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Please Miss, I…’
‘Oh, there’s the doorbell. Well, don’t keep them waiting, you silly maid,
go!’

My wife and her lover left after kissing her mother and sister goodbye and
ignoring me completely. I made Mrs Davison and Steff a pot of tea, served
it on a silver tray and stood to attention awaiting further orders trying not to
stare at my mother-in-law’s shapely stockinged legs and expensive patent
leather court shoes.
‘He’s very handsome, my daughter’s new man, isn’t he, maid?’ she asked
me.
‘Yes Mrs Davison,’ I replied meekly.
‘I’m so pleased she finally found herself a real man. Why she put up with
you for so long I’ll never know. Are you pleased she has a real man to take
care of her now, maid?’
‘Yes Mrs Davison.’
Steff giggled and raised a hand to cover her mouth.
‘Why? Why are you pleased?’
‘Well, I mean…she…I’
‘For goodness’ sake girl! What’s wrong with your mouth? I asked you a
simple question. If you can’t answer it, I have leather crop here in my bag
that will help you,’ she threatened as she pulled a black twisted leather
riding crop from the bag by her feet. ‘Now try again you stupid girl. Why
are you pleased that my daughter has found herself a real man?’
‘Please Mrs Davison, Mr Jamal can please Miss Michelle in ways I never
could and he makes her very happy.’
‘What a fucking loser!’ Steff burst out.
‘Language young lady!’ her mother admonished her.
‘Now, that was better, maid. It’s amazing what the threat of a sound
whipping can do to improve a servant’s vocabulary isn’t it?’
‘Yes Mrs Davison.’
‘Now tell me, where is the pink sissy dress we bought for you? Why aren’t
you wearing it?’
‘Please Mrs Davison…’
‘Silence! Go and put it on this instant, the pink shoes too, and freshen your
makeup, it should be applied much more liberally. I may call you a girl
because you’re nowhere near being a man but in actual fact you’re not a
girl, you’re a sissy and its time you looked like one. You have fifteen
minutes to get back here. Steffanie dear go with her and make sure she
really plasters that makeup on.’
I hoped the thicker makeup covered up how red my face was with
embarrassment as I stood in front of my mother-in-law modelling the
ridiculous frilly pink dress she had bought me for my birthday. The
matching pink shoes presented to me by our neighbours Mandy and Ron
were stupidly high and at least a size too small so they hurt like hell.
‘That’s better,’ my mother-in-law smiled as she looked me up and down.
‘You’ve done a lovely job with the makeup Steffanie my love. See that it’s
done like that every day in future maid. Now let’s see if we can get you
moving like a proper sissy. Walk up and down for me. Smaller steps…on
your toes, girl! Wriggle your bottom. Arms bent at the elbow, wrists slack.
Better. Now mince for me. Show me what a little sissy slut you are. Head
up girl. Imagine the room is full of lustful men with their manhoods
stiffening at the sight of such a pathetic little sissy!’
I’d never heard language like this from my prim and proper mother-in-law, I
couldn’t believe it! This was a nightmare! Steff though was clearly enjoying
seeing this side of her mother for the first time and obviously revelling in
the humiliation of her least favourite brother-in-law.
‘Stop. Now let me see you curtsy. Eyes down, that’s right. Left foot further
back. Further down girl and straighten you back for goodness’ sake! It’s a
good thing I anticipated your laziness. Come here.’
Reaching into her large bag once more she brought out a beautifully
wrapped package and handed it to me. ‘Put those on, quickly, we’ll help
you.’
The package contained two items, a silky pink, boned corset and a wide
leather neck brace, also pink. At my wife’s insistence I’d been on a very
controlled diet for weeks and I had not been a big man to start with but even
so the corset looked far too small. When it was eventually in place it took a
lot of pushing and pulling on the laces by both ladies at the back to get it
fastened. Then I had to breathe right in while Steff dug her knee into my
back and pulled the laces even tighter until she had produced the hourglass
figure her mother desired.
‘Please Mrs Davison,’ I complained, ‘I can’t breathe!’
‘Nonsense,’ she dismissed me. ‘Someone in your position should expect a
certain amount of discomfort and that’s all this is. Now hand me the neck
brace, quickly girl or shall I use my crop to show you what real discomfort
feels like?’
‘No. no, please Mrs Davison. I’m so sorry Mrs Davison!’
‘Wimp!’ Steff called me.
The neck brace was shaped at both ends but still dug into my neck as she
buckled it tightly forcing my chin up and making it impossible for me to
turn my head in any direction.
‘Right, let me look at you. Yes, much better,’ she announced. ‘Go and look
in the hallway mirror.’
The tightly wrapped completely sissified creature that looked back at me
from the mirror took my breath away. Was that really me? What had I
become? My dream, that’s what. My fantasy. I was living it. But did I still
want it? My imprisoned penis said yes as it tried and failed to expand but
my head screamed ‘What the fuck are you doing?’
Back in the lounge I walked up and down again a couple of times until my
mother-in-law stopped me again and reached once more into her bag for
what she described as finishing touches. These were a pair of pink leather
ankle cuffs joined by a short silver chain, ‘to help you adjust your stride
dear’, a pair of pink leather wrist cuffs that were fastened above my elbows
with the chain running behind my back, effectively pulling my elbows as far
back as they would go, pushing out my chest and severely restricting my
hands’ range of movement, ‘to help your deportment and remind you of
your status in this household.’ Finally, a pink ball gag was pushed between
my heavily coated red lips and buckled tightly behind my head by a
grinning Steff, ‘servants should be seen and not heard’.
‘There now,’ she smiled as she walked around me. ‘Go and make me a cup
of tea. I have something I want you to watch online. It’s a children’s
entertainer, a lady, performing a charming little song and dance for children.
You will have until I’ve drunk my tea to learn it, words and movements.
Now off you go, chop chop!’
After watching the video of ‘The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round’
on Mrs Davison’s phone several times I thought I had most of the words
memorised but I wasn’t sure about the accompanying movements. After the
gag was removed, I tried really hard to remember the words and actions but
with the struggle to breathe in that horrible corset and the exquisite pain of
Mrs Davison’s crop being liberally applied by her daughter to my hands,
arms and legs every time I hesitated or made a mistake, I couldn’t
concentrate.
By the time I could finally get through it I was a sobbing wreck covered in
bright red lash marks. ‘You are unusually stupid even for a maid aren’t you
sissy?’ my mother-in-law tormented me.
‘Yes Mrs Davison, sorry Mrs Davison.’
‘Right, once more from the beginning,’ she announced.
‘Oh mom,’ Steff cajoled her mother. ‘Can you make her do it in a nice high
pitched feminine voice this time? Male voices are for men and, as I’ve
always suspected, my sister’s husband is a long way from being a man.
Please mommy? Pretty please?’
‘What a lovely idea, my dear. Let’s do just that.’
So off I went again, this time with a pathetic squeaky voice, tears of
humiliation running freely down my bright red face and heart pounding in
fear of yet another vicious cut of the crop from that little bitch.
‘That’s better now, isn’t it?’ Mrs Davison soothed me when I finished with
a deep curtsy. ‘We might actually make a decent maid of you yet.’
‘Please Mrs Davison,’ I gasped, remembering to keep my voice high and
girly, ‘Is this just for your visit or for always?’
‘Silly girl! I’m training you to be a better maid for my daughter. This is not
a game for our amusement…although I must admit I am enjoying myself
very much. No, this is permanent behaviour modification. By the time my
daughter returns from her weekend away with her lover you will look more
like a maid, move more like one and sound more like one. Those changes
will be for keeps. You will never go back to the half-hearted excuse for a
man you were. In fact, by the time I’m finished with you, I doubt you will
even remember that you were ever anything but a pathetic simpering sissy
maid. Does that answer your impertinent question?’
‘Yes Mrs Davison, thank You Mrs Davison. Thank you for making me a
better maid for my wife, I love Miss Michelle so much!’
‘Fucking pathetic!’ Steff sighed.
‘Language young lady! I’ve warned you already,’ Mrs Davison said.
‘Sorry mom,’ she smiled innocently. ‘It is though, isn’t it? Why my
beautiful sister ever married this sad pathetic sissy is beyond me.’
‘That’s as may be dear,’ her mother answered. ‘But we are here to help, not
to criticise.’
‘As for you maid, I should hope you do love your wife. I’m sure, in her own
way, she’s quite fond of you too, as her maid, otherwise she would not
allow you to stay and be a part of her wonderful new life with Jamal. I
understand how frustrated, humiliated and even scared you must be feeling
with all the changes that have happened in your marriage to my daughter.
But you have to get past all that. If you want to remain a part of her life then
you must forget your selfish worries and concentrate on her and what she
wants and needs from you. Now, enough talking, a maid should be seen and
not heard. Kneel in front of me, I’m going to release your elbows so you
can raise your hands. Palms up, that’s it. Now ask me nicely to take my crop
to your hands for daring to question your superior.’
‘Please Mrs Davison, please whip my hands to teach me to have better
manners,’ I begged. I was beaten and I knew that resistance was pointless
now. That ship had sailed.
‘How many would you like dear?’ she asked.
How many should I say? If I said too few, I might annoy her and make it
worse. ‘Please may I have six Mrs Davison?’
‘Six? I take it you mean six to each hand?’
I hadn’t but it was too late. ‘Yes, please Mrs Davison.’
‘Dear me, I was only going to give you one to each hand. But if you
insist…let’s begin.’
It was really difficult to go on presenting my palms to my mother-in-law as
she heartlessly applied cut after cut, taking full swings that bit into my
hands like fire brands. I was sobbing pitifully after just the first stroke to
each hand. By the end I was shaking and crying uncontrollably as, with no
idea how many I’d taken, I presented my palms once more.
‘It’s over dear,’ Mrs Davison smiled. ‘Unless you’d like more?’
‘No thank you Mrs Davison,’ I replied with tremendous relief, shoving my
rapidly swelling hands under my arm pits protectively. ‘Thank you for
punishing me Mrs Davison, thank you for teaching me to be a better maid.’
‘Can I have a go mom, please?’
‘Oh, I suppose so. Get your hands back up maid. My daughter wants to
have a try.’
‘How many shall I give it?’ Steff asked as she took the leather crop from
her mother. I couldn’t believe this. After all the times I’d ached to give my
wife’s sister a damn good hiding for being such a spoilt little bitch or for
talking to me as if I was shit on her shoe, here I was on my knees offering
her my already bruised and swollen hands for her to beat as she pleased.
‘Give her another three to each hand then secure her elbows again and send
her upstairs to the guest bedroom, I’ll be waiting for her there.’
‘Shall I put the gag back in too?’ Steff asked.
‘That won’t be necessary dear, perhaps later. Now I’ll see you later dear.
Maid, don’t keep me waiting.’
The little bitch didn’t stop at three to each palm. After making me thank her
then kiss her shoes and apologise for being a sissy faggot, she carried on to
six, laughing as I cried and pleaded with her for mercy.

‘On the bed quickly maid,’ my mother-in-law instructed when I finally

made it up to the guest bedroom.
At her urging, I lay on my back on the bed, struck by its welcoming softness
after so many nights sleeping on the thin rubber mattress of my cot in the
basement. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when my stern beautiful
mother-in-law kicked off her heels, undid the clasp at the back of her skirt,
pulled down the zip and let her skirt fall to pool around her stockinged feet.
If I’d been infatuated before I was head over heels in lust and awe for her
now!
Her flesh-coloured stockings were held up by white lace suspenders that
highlighted the smooth pale flesh of her upper thighs. Turning away from
me she slipped down her matching white panties revealing her gorgeous
ass. The fact that my chastity cage did not burst open under pressure at that
point was a true testament to its maker.
‘Now, I’m going to sit on your face maid,’ she announced to my delight as I
stared open mouthed at her neatly trimmed pussy. ‘I’m going to give you
the opportunity to please me,’ she continued as she climbed onto the bed
and, facing my feet, cocked one leg over my head offering me a close up
view of her moist pussy lips. ‘I strongly suggest that you do not disappoint
me.’
‘No Mrs Davison,’ I babbled, ‘I won’t Mrs Davison, thank you.’
‘Well just in case you do, I have this,’ she warned, cracking her crop against
the part of my right thigh between my stocking top and the edge of my sissy
dress. ‘I’ll be using it to encourage you as necessary. You may begin,’ I
heard before darkness descended and I felt my nose and mouth engulfed in
the moist confines of her most intimate place.
‘Tongue slut,’ I heard her yell as another slash of the crop bit into my
already severely bruised thigh.
I needed no further encouragement to kiss, lick and suck at my mother in
law’s fragrant pussy and was soon rewarded by moans and little yelps of
pleasure from above as she proceeded to ride my face. The fact that she was
using me for her pleasure with no regard to my own feelings or even my
ability to get enough air drove me into submissive delirium and, if not for
the damned chastity cage, I’m sure I would have cum like never before.
As it was, I could do nothing about the corset that denied my ability to take
deep breaths, the neck brace that locked my head in place or the cuffs that
made it impossible for me to reach down to protect my thighs from the
increasingly frequent and increasingly powerful cracks of the crop. But I
didn’t care. My world had been reduced to one thing only. I had to please
the beautiful heartless creature that rode my face. No price was too high to
pay. If she beat me bloody, fine. If I suffocated in the soaking folds of her
pussy, my nose brushing the rosebud off her beautiful ass and head locked
between those incredible stockinged thighs, then so be it. I would serve my
purpose.

When it was finally over, we both lay panting and gasping for air, me on my
back, face soaked with pussy juices, her dropped forward on top of me, face
resting on my burning thighs. After some time, she rose to sit on my chest,
still facing away from me.
‘Oh dear,’ she sighed, ‘Did I do that? I must have got a little carried away
maid. Your thighs have taken a bit of a battering. Oh well it’s a small price
to pay for the privilege of pleasuring your mother-in-law don’t you think?’
‘Yes Mrs Davison,’ I replied, becoming very aware of the intense pain from
the whipping she had given me in the throes of her orgasm.
‘Why don’t you kiss my bottom to say thank you?’ she suggested and I was
only too happy to oblige.
‘Lick it maid,’ she sighed. ‘Lick my ass cheeks like a good girl.’
I did, gladly and with relish, half mad with lust and only able to show it by
devotedly licking my mother-in-law’s ass cheeks.
‘Inside too slut,’ she chided me as she reached back to pull her cheeks apart
and offer the sensitive rosebud of her ass to my gently probing tongue. ‘Oh
yessss!’ she gasped. ‘What a good maid you’re becoming,’ she sighed as
she began moving up and down on my fully extended tongue.
Here we go again I thought as I felt my dress being pulled up to reveal the
flesh of my stomach and the first slash of the crop landed diagonally across
it, the first of many.

Despite the pain of my slashed thighs and stomach I felt a certain pride in
having sexually satisfied such a dominant and aloof lady as my mother-in-
law, even if I did have to use my tongue to do it with my aching cock
locked away for the entire process. So, when she informed me I had earned
a reward I was hopeful of something special. Perhaps removal of the elbow
and ankle restraints or, better yet, the damned corset.
You can imagine my disappointment then when she ordered me to bring a
bowl from the kitchen to the bathroom. The bowl was placed inside the
toilet bowl and Mrs Davison sat to relieve herself while I waited outside the
door.
‘You can come in now maid,’ she called. ‘You may kneel in front of the
toilet and take your reward.’
I knelt and looked up at her questioningly. Surely, she didn’t mean…
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ she demanded. ‘Don’t you like your
reward? I would have thought it a great privilege for a sissy servant like you
to be allowed to consume the golden nectar of a lady like me. Or don’t you
agree?’
‘Yes Mrs Davison,’ I mumbled. ‘Thank you, Mrs Davison.’
‘Go on then, I want to hear you lapping it all up. If I don’t see a clean bowl
in the next minute, I may have to reconsider my good mood. Do you think
you would like me when I’m in a bad mood, maid?’
‘No Mrs Davison…I…I mean…you are wonderful in any mood…I just…I
mean…’
‘Shut up and get to it right now,’ she ordered, clapping her hands together.
‘And while you’re doing it you might want to think about what you wife is
up to right now. If she has any sense at all she’ll be riding that huge man’s
cock at every opportunity. Think about that. Your beautiful wife in the arms
of a huge handsome black stud, kissing, wrapping her arms and legs around
him, begging him for more, swearing her devotion to him, whispering sweet
words of love in his ear. All while her sissy maid husband drinks her
mother’s pee from a bowl in the toilet!’
‘Yes Mrs Davison,’ I gurgled between mouthfuls of pee. ‘Thank you, Mrs
Davison.’
‘Carry on as you are, I’m just going to call Steffanie. I’m sure she’d like to
see this. Perhaps she’s ready for a tinkle herself.’
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 Chapter 10: Watching the Football
The sound of a football match playing on the TV made me think about all
the times I’d lounged in the huge armchair currently occupied by my wife’s
lover Jamal, or laid out on the leather couch where his two friends Hakim
and Bongani currently relaxed, downing cold beer and shouting
encouragement at the players on the screen. How my situation had changed
since those days.
‘Get the boys more beer maid,’ Jamal ordered, causing me to curtsy and
leave my position in the corner of the room where I’d been stood at
attention, the only position possible because of the overtightened corset and
neck brace, awaiting instructions to serve.
‘Bring some more of those crisps as well,’ Hakim shouted after me as I
hobbled towards the kitchen as quickly as I could in the five-inch heeled
boots that were part of the new uniform I’d been given by my wife that
morning. I had hoped that the new uniform presented to me by my wife that
morning signalled an end to my mother-in-law’s rules on the damned corset
and collar wearing but my wife said no, ‘You’ll have to wait until Mommy
decides you’ve learned your deportment lessons properly. It’s not something
I’m going to interfere in. I like the way you look now and the way you
stand and move. A little bit of discomfort on your part is entirely
acceptable. We girls have to suffer for our art you know. Now let’s put on
your ankle chain. You know how Jamal loves to see you mincing around
with little sissy steps. I’ll leave your arms free for now but don’t test me
maid.
‘No Miss, thank you Miss,’ I said, grateful for small mercies.
It was warm in the lounge anyway but the new uniform in question; what
Michelle my wife called my guest uniform, was made of shiny black latex
with a white latex pinny and maid’s cap, finished with white frilly latex
panties, black latex stockings and knee length black leather high heeled
boots. Everything was tight and hot and smelled strongly of latex. I’d
always had a fetish for the smell of rubber and I was certain the fact that I
would be teased mercilessly by having that smell constantly with me as I
went about my duties, was no accident on the part of my beautiful wife.
The waft of cold air as I opened the fridge door was a blessing but I did not
dare dawdle. Jamal had a reputation to maintain and would be in no mood
to be shown up in front of his friends by the tardiness of a servant.
Back in the lounge I delivered the beers and snacks on a silver tray,
curtsying to each guest as he accepted my service without
acknowledgement. My wife had joined her lover, sitting on his knee and
giggling like a school girl as she kissed his face and whispered in his ear.
‘Gentlemen,’ he laughed. ‘It seems my services are required in the
bedroom. A man’s work is never done, at least not when it involves making
up for all the years a randy woman has wasted on a worthless wimp of a
husband. I’ll leave you to watch the game. Maid, make sure my guests want
for nothing, you know how sorry I’ll make you if I get any complaints.’
‘Yes Sir, of course Sir,’ I curtsied, feeling triply humiliated by, firstly being
spoken to in such a way by the man who was fucking my wife, secondly it
happening in front of two other men and thirdly by having to answer in the
high pitched parody of a girl’s voice my mother-in-law had decided I must
always use in future.
To my utter humiliation, he then slung my petite beautiful wife over his
shoulder and smacked her leather skirted behind before carrying her off,
caveman style, to the laughter and shouted encouragement of his two
friends.
‘Hey Bongani,’ I heard Hakim say after a short while watching the match.
‘We should play the don’t cum game.’
‘What’s that?’ Bongani asked.
‘I played it with Jamal and a couple of other guys on holiday once. We take
it in turns getting a blowjob from the maid. It sucks one of us until there is a
stoppage for a goal or a foul or whatever. At that point it switches to the
other guy and so on, switching every time there is a pause in the game. If it
hasn’t made one of us cum by half time, we take turns giving it a serious
spanking until the second half starts when we restart and it gets another
chance.’
‘But you said it was called don’t cum?’ Bongani queried.
‘Yea, because we have a little wager on the side, just to make it interesting.
Say twenty quid?’
‘So, the first one that cums loses and has to pay the other £20?’
‘Exactly, simple right?’
Not simple, not for me. Although I was, sadly and embarrassingly, since
Jamal had taken my wife as his lover, no longer a stranger to performing
fellatio on another man, I’d never done it to either of these men and really
did not want to. The idea filled me with dread and disgust, to be used like
some sort of masturbation tool! And right here in my own house, in the
household I used to be head of.
‘Right,’ Hakim announced, ‘I’ll go first. Maid, get over here, on your knees,
your Master’s guest wants your mouth on his cock!’
They both giggled at that, leaving me red faced as I took up position in front
of Hakim, undoing his fly and pulling out his impressively thick
circumcised black cock.
‘Go to it bitch,’ he laughed at me.
Giving a blow job while wearing a neck brace is not easy. With my head
held immobile I had to bob up and down from the waist, a waist that was
terribly restricted by a very tight corset. The taste too was terrible, the
feeling emasculating as I did my best to please this pig of a man. I had to
make one of them cum before half time, how long was that?
‘Get my balls out and kiss them too slut. I want the full treatment. Unless
you want me to tell Jamal you failed to please me…or maybe even that you
disrespected me…his good friend.’
‘No Sir, please Sir, anything you say,’ I blurted pathetically.
After several minutes there must have been a pause in the game as I felt
Bongani, who was sitting right next to Hakim on the couch, slapping the top
of my head and telling me to switch. ‘Get your slut mouth over here bitch!’
His cock was thinner but longer than his friends and uncircumcised. He
slapped my cheeks with it, back and forth, laughing until Hakim accused
him of cheating. Then he forced it between my lips, taking a handful of my
hair to control my bobbing head. My hair had grown long enough now that
it could be styled to look feminine, negating the need for a wig. I even took
pride in making sure it was always perfectly presented and the fact that this
pig thought he could use it as a convenient handle to control his pleasure
made me angry but what could I do about it?
‘Hey, no fair!’ Hakim yelled. ‘You can’t control the bitch; you have to let it
do its job.’

The sucking and swapping went on and my jaw was aching until, just
seconds before half time, I felt Bongani tensing up, his already large black
cock expanding still further to fill my mouth. Then, just as he was about to
cum, he pulled my mouth off his cock.
‘Half time!’ he shouted as I watched a thick drop of cum leak from the eye
of his cock.
Hakim saw it too. ‘Ha! You lose!’
‘No fucking way!’ Bongani retorted. ‘I didn’t cum, not properly!’
‘Sorry my friend,’ Hakim smiled, ‘Rules are rules, give me my £20.’
‘Alright, alright,’ Bongani gave in pulling a twenty-pound note from his
pocket and throwing it to Hakim. ‘But if it’s costing me twenty quid, I want
to cum properly so get busy maid!’
Just as the second half began, I was rewarded for my submissive obedience
by a thick wad of sperm from Bongani’s twitching cock which he forced
down my throat by thrusting his hips and pressing down on the back of my
head making me gag.
The second half of the game seemed to last forever. Having cum once,
Bungani had no problem lasting until a game stoppage had me switching
my attentions to his friend. Despite my best-efforts Hakim had some
amazing control too, there was no way I could have lasted anything like as
long as he did if I had a desperate to please sissy maid sucking my dick for
all she was worth, earnestly hoping to avoid a beating or a bad report. He
got lucky too with the timing of stoppages but eventually even he had to
give in.
‘Here,’ I heard him gasp to Begani as he threw the twenty-pound note back
to him. ‘I’ve had enough! I’m… gonna… drown… this…. Fucking….
Bitch…. in spuuuunnnnkkkk! Fuccckkk yea, take it all you fucking whore!’
He wasn’t exaggerating, there seemed to be gallons of it and it just kept
coming, filing my mouth, running between my lips and down my chin! I
swallowed with a grimace then swallowed again, beginning to think I might
actually drown in it as he’d threatened. Finally, though it stopped and I
could breathe again.
‘Lick that off my balls slut!’ he gasped at me. ‘You made a mess so clean it
up!’
‘Having fun boys?’ a deep voice announced Jamal’s return.
‘We were playing don’t cum,’ announced Bugani.
‘Who won?’ asked Jamal as he dropped down into what used to be my
chair.
‘We both did!’ Hakim announced and they both laughed as he used a
handful of my hair to dry his cock.
‘Beer’s maid!’ Jamal ordered. ‘My friends look thirsty.’
Quickly doing up Hakim’s flies I rose and shuffled off to fetch more beers
for my Master’s guests, wiping cum from my chin as I went. I was a maid
and there were guests to be served.
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 Chapter 11: Sisters
‘Have you tried the wooden paddle I bought for its birthday?’ my wife’s
sister asked as she sat on a stool at the kitchen island, leaning forward
resting her elbows on the granite worktop.
‘No, we haven’t actually,’ Michelle answered as she took a seat opposite
her younger sister. ‘I thought you bought it to use yourself,’ she finished, as
I placed cups of coffee in front of the ladies and, with a respectful curtsy,
retreated to stand attentively to one side.
‘Oh no,’ Steffanie replied, ‘I bought it for anyone to use. I was just
wondering how effective it was.’
‘Well, why don’t you give it a try now honey?’ Michelle asked her sister.
‘Has it done something wrong, something it should be punished for?’
‘No, not recently, but don’t let that put you off. The maid quite understands
that it can be punished just for the amusement of its betters or simply on a
whim. Don’t you maid?’
‘Yes, Miss,’ I curtsied, full of a cold dread at the thought of being paddled
by my bitchy sister-in-law.
‘Oh, can I?’ Steffanie beamed, clapping her hands in astonishment. ‘I really
enjoyed taking Mom’s crop to its hands when we were here last time. I’ve
been itching to have another go at punishing it.’
‘Yes, it’s addictive, isn’t it?’ Michelle smiled at her little sister. ‘Maid, show
Steff to your quarters and give her the paddle she so generously gave you
for your birthday, then present yourself to her for a beating.’
‘Yes Miss, thank you, Miss.’
‘Thanks, big Sis, I won’t be long.’
‘Take as long as you like, there’s no rush sweetheart, enjoy.’
After showing Miss Steffanie to my humble basement room, I retrieved the
wooden paddle from a hook on the wall, presented it to her with a curtsy
and took my place, bent forward over the end frame of my little cot, feet
together, legs straight and forehead resting on the cold latex mattress.
‘Knickers down,’ Miss Steffanie ordered as she inspected the heavy
polished wood of the paddle with the words ‘Attitude Adjuster’ etched into
it. It was a well-designed piece with evenly spaced holes to allow air to pass
through, translating to greater force of impact with less effort on the part of
the disciplinarian. The width was enough to create a wide swath of searing
pain but narrow enough to allow targeting of specific areas of buttocks and
backs of thighs. The thickness was optimised to allow the largest number of
stinging blows without causing premature bruising. Unlike a cane, which
would eventually cut the skin and caused bleeding, the paddle allowed for a
severe beating over a prolonged period of time. Which is exactly what I
received from my bitch of a sister-in-law.
Considering her tiny frame, I was shocked by her strength, her endurance
and her cruelty. By the time she stopped and threw the paddle onto the bed
beside my head I was sobbing and crying bitterly. She had insisted I thank
her after every blow and beg for another as well as keeping track of the
number of blows. With the blows taking my breath away it was hard to
speak and impossible to think straight. Three times I lost count and was told
to start again at one. The irony of being thoroughly beaten by the tiny
young woman I had many times believed would greatly benefit from a
thorough spanking, was not lost on me.
‘You have five minutes to compose yourself, maid,’ she sneered. ‘Then I
want a fresh cup of coffee, I’ve earned it I think.’

I was still shaking as I poured her coffee in the kitchen.

‘Did you have fun?’ my wife asked when she entered from the hall and
came around to hug her sister and kiss the top of her head.
‘I did,’ Miss Steffanie laughed, ‘I’m not sure about your maid though.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that,’ Michelle smiled. ‘It won’t have done her any
harm. Has it maid?’
‘No Miss,’ I lied, still in shock and flinching at the dreadful burning
sensation across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.
‘Where are your manners then?’ she demanded of me.
‘Sorry Miss,’ I curtsied. ‘Thank you, Miss Steffanie for beating my
backside with your paddle,’ I curtsied again in her direction. ‘It was very
kind of you to spend your valuable time on me.’
‘Don’t mention it,’ Miss Steffanie smirked. ‘It was a pleasure. In fact, I
think I’m beginning to understand what you get out of keeping your loser
husband around now, Shell.’
‘Good, I’m glad.’ Michelle hugged her little sister again.
‘I might start coming round more often and making use of that paddle, if
that’s OK with you Sis,’ the little bitch said as she winked at me.
‘Of course it is darling,’ Michelle enthused. ‘You’re my sister, my property
is your property. You come round any time you like sweetheart. The maid
will be here waiting for you.’
‘How far can I go?’ Miss Steffanie asked her big sister. ‘I mean is there
anything I can’t do?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t want any permanent damage doing to it.’
‘Oh, so you do still care about it then?’
‘Well, it’s not so much that sweetheart, its more that now I’ve become used
to the services of a maid, I wouldn’t want to be without one, even if only for
a little while whilst it recovered.’
‘Oh right, I see,’ the little bitch smiled as if butter would not melt in her
mouth. ‘So as long as there’s no permanent damage I can beat it whenever,
wherever, with whatever I like, as often as I like?’
‘Of course, you feel free to be as nasty, as unfair, as horrible to it as you like
to it. You’re my baby sister and if hurting my maid makes you happy then
I’m more than happy for you to do so. OK?’
The look my wife’s little sister gave me then chilled me to the bone.

It was some two weeks later and my attention was fully engaged on very
carefully folding the last of the ironing that my wife’s friends Miss Julie and
Miss Jan would be calling to collect the following morning. I had laboured
for hours to carefully wash, dry and iron the many delicate fabrics with their
convoluted folds and creases. I knew the tiniest mistake on my part could
result in a loss of face for my Mistress.
‘Always remember sweety,’ she’d told me several times, ‘I own you now,
you are my property, so your actions and your behaviour reflect on me.’
The sound of heels descending the wooden staircase from the kitchen down
into my basement maid quarters eventually broke through my concentration
and I lifted my head to see my wife’s younger sister Steffanie walking
towards me. Her heels clicked loudly on the bare stone floor as she sidled
closer, a charmingly endearing smile on her beautiful face. I knew better
that to fall for the apparent harmlessness of this creature. The last time I’d
seen her she was querying with my wife what, if anything, were the
limitations on how she might hurt and abuse me purely for her own
amusement.
Despite the cold shudder of fear that ran like ice down my spine, I could not
help being mesmerised by what she was wearing. She looked like she was
auditioning for a part in a St Trinians movie. Her crisp white blouse was
knotted at the front to show her perfectly flat stomach with several buttons
undone to show her pert little tits in their push-up bra. Her short tartan
schoolgirl skirt showed the tops of her black hold-up stockings and on her
feet were white ankle socks under black patent leather court shoes with
spike heels. She was every inch the naughty schoolgirl and I immediately
felt the painful pinch of my chastity cage as it subdued my doomed attempt
at erection.
‘Hello maid,’ she greeted me. ‘Are you pleased to see me?’
‘Yes Miss Steffanie,’ I curtsied.
‘Really? You know maids who tell lies to their superiors can expect to be
beaten severely, don’t you?’
‘I’m sorry Miss Steffanie,’ I apologised. ‘I’m just worried about why you’re
here, after the things you discussed with Miss Michelle last time you were
here.’
‘Well, you have good reason to be worried. A sissy maid like you should
always be worried,’ she winked at me. ‘Do you like my outfit by the way?’
‘Yes Miss, you look very nice.’
‘Very nice or very sexy?’
‘Please Miss, very sexy.’
‘Do you think it’s appropriate for a maid to be thinking about its owner’s
sister in that way?’ she asked sweetly, her head tilted to one side and the
fingers of her right hand running over the pile of ironing.
‘No Miss Steffanie, I’m sorry Miss Steffanie.’ Fuck, I was being verbally
toyed with by a spoilt little bitch hardly more than half my age!
‘Do you remember when you used to make my sister dress up like a
schoolgirl?’ she queried. Where was she going with this? And how did she
know about that?
‘Oh yes, she used to tell me all about the things you made her do just to
satisfy your perverted desires. Well, the shoe is very firmly on the other foot
now, isn’t it?’ she finished as, with an evil grin, she pushed the carefully
folded and stacked pile of ironed items off the old captain’s chair where I’d
left it and onto the floor.
The chair, of course, was not for me to sit on, I was not allowed such
luxuries in my new role. Why would a maid need a chair? A maid sitting
down is an idle useless maid. No, the chair was in the basement for my wife
to sit on when she wanted to watch her boyfriend spank, cane or whip her
sissy maid. To my great regret, it was rare now that she punished me
herself, preferring to leave such matters to her lover. At least she still
watched sometimes, though more for her own enjoyment than for any
concern over me. I didn’t care, I was just desperate to be near her, to receive
her attention in any form.
‘Oops!’ she said. ‘I hope you didn’t work too hard on those, maid,’ she
smirked as she used her stiletto heeled foot to kick the dropped garments
around.
My fists balled and I could feel my face going red with anger.
‘Something you want to say, maid?’ she asked with her hands on her hips.
Fuck! She was beautiful! And that outfit! Shit! But I still wanted to strangle
the little bitch, to slide my hands around that delicate throat and squeeze….
squeeze until….
‘No Miss Steffanie,’ I mumbled, head bowed submissively.
‘Good, pull that chair into the middle of the floor.’
I did as she demanded and, at her insistence, sat down on it, glancing at the
stairs and hoping Michelle would not come down here and catch me sitting
idle. Then, as Miss Steffanie stood in front of me blocking my view, I
noticed what appeared to be a bunch of large heavy duty zip ties in her left
hand. I sat immobile and shaking, partly with lust at her closeness and the
smell of her perfume and partly in fear at what she had in mind for me, as
she used the ties to secure me to the chair. The thick straps were pulled tight
digging in to my ankles, just under my knees, wrists and forearms. She had
to join two straps together to fix my chest and upper arms to the chair back
then my thighs to the chair seat. By the time she was finished it was very
evident that I was not going anywhere and that the damned chastity cage
was working overtime to deny me even the hint of an erection.
‘There we go,’ Miss Steffanie declared as she clapped her hands. ‘All cosy
and comfy and ready to play.’
I did not have to wonder for long what the game was going to be.
‘Since you were eavesdropping like a naughty maid last time I was here,
you’ll know my lovely sis said I can do whatever I like to you so long as
there’s no permanent damage. So, rather than beat you with the lovely
paddle I very kindly gave you and have to stop eventually and spoil the fun,
I thought we’d play with this harmless little bag.’
The bag was clear plastic and large enough to slip over my head easily,
leaving a space of about an inch all the way around between my skin and
the plastic. She retrieved a black silk stocking from the laundry scattered
over the floor and used it to tie the mouth of the bag tight around my neck.
Airtight!
‘We’ll start nice and easy with one minute,’ the little bitch smiled as she
turned her phone toward me so I could see the timer set at sixty seconds.
‘Ready?’ she asked sweetly.
How could I be ready? Not that she gave a fuck anyway.
‘Go!’
A minute might seem like a very short time, I mean who can’t hold their
breath for a minute. Believe me though, when your head is enclosed in
plastic and your only access to life giving air is via the non-existent mercies
of a sadistic little bitch whose sole intention is to cause you as much pain
and humiliation as possible, its different. I wasn’t going to let her see how
scared I was though, no way!
‘Half way there maid.’
Half way? Fuck, how had I used up all the air already? My chest was
starting to heave. I closed my eyes and made a very conscious effort to calm
myself.
‘How you doing in there, maid?’ she asked after slapping my face and
ruining my concentration. ‘Fifteen seconds to go.’

It was a huge relief when the stocking was untied and I was able to suck
cool, oxygen rich air into my lungs.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ Miss Steffanie enquired as she leaned toward me, her
head cocked to one side and eyes shining brightly.
‘Please,’ I gasped, ‘don’t do that again, please Miss!’
‘Silly maid, of course I’m going to do it again. Only this time we’re going
for ninety seconds. Here we go,’ she smiled as she pulled the stocking tight
again.
I shook my head in a stupid vain attempt to dislodge the plastic bag. I pulled
at the ties that secured me to the chair but they might as well have been
made of steel.
‘Clock’s ticking maid,’ Miss Stephanie sang as she tapped her phone to start
the timer.
‘Please, Miss Steffanie,’ All pretence of calm defiance deserting me as I
tried to reason through the wall of plastic that was damp now and clung to
my face when I breathed in deeply.
‘Pace yourself maid,’ she advised me. ‘Sixty seconds to go.’
‘Please, Miss Steffanie,’ I tried again. ‘Why are you…. why are you doing
this? Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, I…’
‘Of course, you haven’ t done anything wrong, we’re just playing.’
‘Please Miss, I’ll do anything you say.’
‘Will you now? You’ll do anything the spoiled little brat says will you? Yes
maid, my sister told me what you used to call me. Do you still think I’m a
spoiled little brat?’
Yes, I did, I really did! ‘No Miss, please!’
‘No more talking, thirty seconds left, better conserve your air, we’re just
getting started on this game.’
It was only another thirty seconds but it felt much longer and I was
sweating and gasping by the time the stocking was loosened. When she
pulled the bag off my head, I assumed she’d come to her senses but no, it
was only so that she could use the ball gag that fat pig Bongani had given
me for my birthday. It was a pink plastic ball with holes in it that filled my
mouth making my jaw ache. The pink leather strap dug into the corners of
my mouth as Miss Steffanie buckled it tightly behind my head.
‘There, that should keep you quiet while we go for two minutes,’ she
declared happily as she pulled the plastic bag back in place and secured it
with the silk stocking.
I tried to talk at first, hoping against hope that I could somehow convince
this evil bitch to stop, but all that came out was gurgled nonsense. After a
few tries I shut up and concentrated on conserving my dwindling supply of
oxygen. Two minutes was a long time. How far was she going to take this?
I tried wrenching at my bonds again but it was pointless and stupid, I was
just using oxygen faster.
‘Half way maid.’
Half way? That couldn’t be right! Surely the two minutes were up. I
couldn’t breathe!
‘Thirty seconds to go,’ Miss Steffanie announced.
That was it, I panicked again, wriggling and straining against the zip ties as
much as I could. I knew it was no use but I couldn’t help it, what else could
I do?

Air had never tasted so good as it did when the bag was pulled off my
sweat-soaked head. ‘Thank you, thank you Miss Steffanie,’ I tried to gasp in
genuine gratitude but it must have been completely unintelligible with the
damned ball filling my mouth.
Proving me wrong, she said, ‘Don’t thank me yet,’ she said. ‘We’re not
finished. Two and a half minutes next.’
What? No! Two and a half minutes? A full thirty seconds longer than I’d
just done? Hell no, no, please, no!
‘Tell you what,’ Miss Steffanie suggested. ‘I’ll sit on your lap and keep you
company this time.’
Facing me she spread her stockinged legs and sidled forward before
plonking herself on my knees.
‘Ooh, is that a chastity cage I can feel or are you just pleased to see me,’ she
joked.
Actually, despite my fear and anxiety, her closeness was causing havoc with
my poor deprived little cock. Why did it keep trying to get hard? Would it
never learn.
‘Now as a special treat, which I’m sure you don’t deserve…do you?’
‘No Miss Steffanie,’ was what I tried to say but it came out as
gobbledegook through the damned ball gag. I was beaten and I knew it.
This was no longer the little brat I’d always looked down on and I was no
longer the older brother-in-law she was supposed to look up to. I was a
pathetic sissy maid and she was my superior. I was property, loaned to her
for her to amuse herself with in any way she chose. Resistance was futile.
‘That’s right, but because I’m so nice to you, I’m going to give you
something personal of mine to keep in your plastic bag while we play.’ With
that she lifted the open end of the bag up to her mouth and spat into it, once,
twice…half a dozen times. Then, lifting her head she spat straight in my
face. The spit lined bag was pulled over my head and the stocking pulled
tight once more.
‘Here we go maid, two and a half minutes, one hundred and fifty seconds!’
After a minute I was desperate. After two minutes I was screaming through
the ball gag, the plastic sticking tightly to my face like a second skin when I
heaved in every breath of oxygen depleted air. Miss Steffanie had her hands
on my shoulders, her face up close to mine, peering into my wide panicked
eyes.
‘Thirty seconds to go,’ she laughed.
Her laughter, the little bitch’s total disregard for my fear and desperation,
had my caged cock dribbling like a fawcett but I was hardly aware of it. I
needed air, air! I needed fucking air!
‘Calm down maid, I can’t loosen the stocking if you don’t sit still,’ Miss
Steffanie tried to tell me.
I couldn’t hear her through my panic until she slapped me hard across the
face. ‘If you don’t sit still, I’m going upstairs and leaving you to suffocate!’
That sank in and with a huge effort of will I stilled myself long enough for
her to loosen the stocking and pull off the bag.

‘Did you enjoy that maid,’ she asked me when she had removed the ball
gag and I had my breath back. ‘I did, it was hot! We should do this more
often!’
‘Please Miss Steffanie, please let me go. I have to iron all those things
again. I’ll be in trouble. Please Miss Steffanie.’ I begged in my stupid high
pitched voice.
‘Please Miss Steffanie,’ she mocked me. ‘We’ll stop when I say we stop and
not before. Now, would you like one last treat?’
‘I don’t know Miss Steffanie, I just want to do my ironing.’
‘Fuck me!’ she cried. ‘Listen to yourself! Could you be any more pathetic?’
She was right. Of course she was. I used to be a man with rights, a husband
with a devoted wife. People respected me. Now look at me, pleading
pathetically with a young girl to stop torturing me so I could get back to my
ironing before my wife saw the mess on the floor and had her boyfriend
beat my ass to a pulp.
‘I need a pee,’ Miss Steffanie announced, leaving my lap to go over to the
toilet in the corner behind me. I guessed what was coming from the sound
of her pissing into a plastic bag then tipping it down the toilet.
‘There now,’ she announced proudly as she dropped back into my lap. ‘Not
just my spit for you but my pee as well. You are a lucky maid, aren’t you?
Aren’t you?’ she yelled after slapping my face.
The smell as the bag was pulled over my head was awful. The feeling of the
still warm droplets of piss that coated the inside of the bag made me try to
shrink away but I had nowhere to go. When the stocking was pulled tight
and I sucked in air some piss came with it, through the holes in the ball gag
and into my mouth. Fuck it was disgusting. Humiliating. Emasculating.
Dehumanising.
‘Ready for the finale maid,’ Miss Steffanie was asking me with her hands
back on my shoulders and her forehead touching mine.
I just shook my head in despair.
‘Three minutes maid. One hundred and eighty seconds. Come on, you can
do it!’

I don’t remember much after that, just the desperate heaving for oxygen that
wouldn’t come. The pointless screaming that stopped when there was no air
left to scream with. The heaving around at unmovable bonds. Miss
Steffanie’s pretty face peering at me through the piss, spit and condensation
running down the inside of the bag. The light fading, shrinking down to a
tiny point…. then suddenly cold air, slaps across my face, the gag being
removed.
I don’t know how long I sat in that chair, head lolling forward so my chin
rested on my chest, it could have been hours or minutes. I just knew it was
over. I’d survived. I never wanted to do that again, never. I would work
harder; I’d prove to my wife and to her sister that I was a good maid. They
didn’t need to punish me. I’d be good, honestly, I’d be so good!
‘Right, let’s cut these off,’ Miss Steffanie’s voice brought me back into the
room. ‘I have better things to do with my time than spend it with you in this
nasty dingy basement and you, I believe, have some ironing to catch up on.’
‘Yes Miss Steffanie,’ I cried. ‘Thank you, Miss Steffanie.’ I mumbled as I
slid from the chair onto my knees to crawl forward and lovingly kiss the
polished black shoes of the woman who had broken me completely, the
woman I worshipped now as I did my wife.
‘I don’t remember giving you permission to kiss my shoes maid,’ she cried.
‘We’ll deal with your impertinence on my next visit. Now get busy. Or
would you like to try for three and a half minutes?’
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 Chapter 12: Michelle’s Bondage Fantasies
We were at Ron and Mandy’s house, in their bedroom. Mandy’s back was
arched as she knelt on all fours, her long blond hair falling in drifts around
her shoulders. Her arms were locked straight with hands facing out making
her breasts jut forward eagerly. She was naked except for a leather collar
around her neck that said ‘SLUT’ and a pair of black hold-up stockings. In
all my years of being her neighbour I never could have dreamed of seeing
her like this.
Beside Mandy was my beautiful wife, her dark brown curls and perky tits a
perfect complement to her white stockings and garter belt and her own
collar which read ‘WHORE’ Her eagerness was obvious as she knelt
obediently in the same position as her friend. They were facing each other,
with Ron holding a leash attached to Mandy’s collar and Jamal holding the
one attached to Michelle’s collar.
With their free hands each of the men spanked the beautiful bottom cheeks
of their horny squealing bitches. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen
and I was mesmerised until my wife’s lover jerked me back to reality.
‘Maid, cuffs,’ Jamal ordered and I rushed to obey him. I didn’t even care
that I was just an obedient servant in this scenario, I was just thrilled to be
allowed to be there.
I took the two pairs of leather cuffs from the pile of bondage toys on the
nightstand. Michelle leaned back resting upright on her knees and sitting on
her stockinged feet as I came behind her. As she put her hands behind her
back, I gently buckled the cuffs around her dainty wrists. I did the same to
Mandy, trembling with excitement at the small touches on her forearms and
wrists I made as I locked the cuffs in place.
I was desperate not to do anything to upset or anger anyone and get myself
dismissed from the room so I backed off quickly with a respectful curtsy
and tucked myself beside the nightstand, kneeling and trying to be as
inconspicuous as possible while my superiors played.
They made a painfully beautiful sight, my wife and our neighbour, leashed
with their hands cuffed behind their backs, chests pushed forward as they
knelt. On instructions from Jamal, they slid closer on the bed until their
knees touched. I could not understand how Jamal and Ron resisted the urge
to whip out their cocks as they watched. Both were still fully clothed,
standing behind their respective women holding their leashes. My caged
penis throbbed and ached, straining helplessly against the walls of its prison
as my mind drifted back to the first time I saw my stunningly gorgeous wife
in bondage.

My wife’s enthusiasm for bondage started when she was still visiting Jamal
in his caravan on the building site where he lived and worked as a night
security guard. One night when I picked her up, I noticed red marks around
her wrists and, when I asked her about them, she nervously told me about
how her new lover liked to tie her to the bed while he had his way with her.
It came as a shock to me since I had tentatively tried to get her to go along
with such things in our own sex life but she’d always just flat refused.
My emotions were conflicted as, on the one hand I felt jealous and a little
angry that she would indulge in such things with another man but not with
me. But on the other hand, it was a huge turn on that some guy was tying
my wife up for sex. When I told her how I felt she admitted that she had
always fantasised about being dominated, bound and roughly fucked but
had never wanted me to be the person doing those things to her.
‘It wouldn’t work sweetheart,’ she’d explained. ‘You’ve always been so
kind, gentle and respectful toward me. I love you for that and I would never
want to change it. That’s why, for it to work it has to be someone else.’
She did make a couple of concessions though. Firstly, I was allowed to go
into the caravan and watch my wife be dominated on two special occasions;
my birthday and our wedding anniversary. I had to agree to be tied securely
to a chair first in case my protective instincts toward my bride got the better
of me. They were two of the most incredible experiences of my life, watching
a huge black stranger tie my wife down and roughly molest her. She loved it
too, telling me afterwards how the presence of her husband, watching but
unable to help her or protect her as she was roughly used, had made her
cum harder than ever before.
After Jamal left his caravan to move in with us, I was allowed sometimes to
prepare my wife by tying her to the bed in various positions as directed by
her lover. Sometimes she was spread on her back like a starfish for him,
other times her legs were pulled back over her head, her feet tied to the
headboard beside her bound wrists. When, one day, at Jamal’s instruction, I
tied her face down on the bed, he told me to use a ball gag on her.
‘I’m going to take her ass for the first time and she’s probably going to
scream the house down!’ he’d declared with a smile.
‘Does she know?’ I asked in a panic.
‘Of course,’ he laughed. ‘She’s been begging me to do it for weeks.’

After that it became common for me to find my wife in various bondage

positions around the house. Sometimes Jamal would go out and leave her in
an uncomfortable hog tie for hours. I would find her on the kitchen bench,
on the dining table, on the bedroom floor, in a wardrobe, even on the patio
outside, groaning and drooling around her gag or from a small airhole in a
latex hood. I of course had strict instructions not to release her or interfere
in any way. On his return he would often torment her with a vibrator. She
was always on the brink of orgasm by then anyway and I would hear her
muffled screams and begging as I ironed clothes or washed floors as he
brought her close only to deny her over and over.
One day he was working in the garage fixing an old car for a friend. I went
in to take him a beer and there was my wife, bent over the work bench. Her
ankles were pulled apart and tied to the legs of the bench and her wrists
and elbows were tied behind her back. She was breathing heavily, her head
enveloped by a plastic bin-bag.
‘Just in time sissy,’ Jamal greeted me. ‘Time for another break so I can fuck
your wife.’
Her skirt was already pulled up over her backside and she wasn’t wearing
any panties, so all he had to do was unzip his jeans and slip his already
hard cock inside her moist pussy. With a beer in one hand he used the other
to pull the plastic bin-bag tight around her face as he fucked her, taking his
pleasure and laughing at my look of concern.
‘Don’t worry maid,’ he grinned. ‘Your slut wife loves this. Isn’t that right
slut?’ he demanded as he let go of the bag to smack her arse, leaving a big
red hand-print.
I could hear Michelle panting, groaning and begging him not to stop,
clearly enjoying her predicament very much but, just when it sounded like
she was on the verge of a huge orgasm, he withdrew, tucked himself away
and, after giving her ass another smack, turned around and left her. She
was going crazy, wriggling her ass and screaming for him to come back and
fuck her. He just leaned against the car laughing as he finished his beer.
‘Your wife loves to be tied up and helpless maid,’ he told me. ‘But she needs
to learn that I’m in charge here. I say when she cums not her. It’s a pity you
never had the balls to take her in hand yourself, isn’t it sissy?’
‘Yes. Sir,’ I agreed with a curtsy, knowing full well that there was no way
Michelle would ever have allowed me to treat her the way he did. She’d
have killed me.
‘Alright, show’s over,’ he said. ‘I’m sure you have work to do.’
‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ I curtsied again, casting one last look of longing at
my beautiful, still moaning bride.

It was only a matter of time before the neighbours became involved. They
already knew that I had given up all rights as a husband to become
Michelle’s maid and that she had a live-in lover. Both Ron and Mandy had
met Jamal and got on with him really well. One day, he had dressed my wife
head to toe in skin tight black latex and tied her in a particularly ruthless
hogtie on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Her legs were strapped
together at ankle, knee and thighs and pulled up behind her toward her
head where they were secured to her wrists which were locked together. She
wore a tight latex mask with only one small hole over her mouth. On top of
that a leather head harness was buckled in place with a rope going from the
top of her head to her feet, effectively pulling her head back as far as it
would go. Her elbows were pulled together by a thick leather strap until
they met behind her back. She was so tightly secured that not a millimetre of
movement was possible. All she could do was endure the painful bondage
until such time as her lover decided to release her.
As I was wiping up the drool dripping from my wife’s gagged mouth onto
the kitchen worktop, the back door opened and Mandy and Ron walked in.
‘It was open,’ Mandy murmured in excuse as she stared at the incredible
figure of sexual bondage before them.
‘Fucking hell!’ Ron stated open mouthed.
‘This is amazing!’ Mandy went on, approaching my wife and running her
fingers over my tightly bound wife.
‘Do you like it,’ Jamal asked as he entered the kitchen. ‘Maid, get the
vibrator so we can put on a show for the neighbours.’
Both neighbours had lots of questions for Jamal and watched spell bound
as my poor wife was subjected to over an hour of teasing and orgasm denial
before finally being allowed to cum. Her groan of release was long and
guttural as she was forced to orgasm without being able to move anything
at all.
Mandy and Ron were both keen to try some bondage and domination
themselves and their interest eventually led to Jamal suggesting a shared
session to let them try it and get them started, which is how we got to the
current situation.

As my mind drifted back to the present Michelle was leaning forward

towards Mandy who eagerly copied her action allowing their lips to come
together for a brief kiss. Both women pulled back smiling and staring into
each other’s eyes for a few moments, perhaps seeking approval, before
leaning forward again, this time closing their eyes as their lips locked
together. Any sign of nerves disappeared as they earnestly made out,
tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife making out with another
woman! It was so erotic I felt faint with desire.
Michelle was not going to be satisfied with just making out though and I
noticed her boyfriend smile as she pulled against her leash, pushing her
breasts against Mandy’s and kissing her neck. Mandy leaned her head back,
letting my wife bite her neck and shoulder.
Michelle had risen upright on her knees and Mandy let her dictate the
situation, gently falling over onto her side with my wife on top of her. With
one leg on either side of Mandy, Michelle’s pussy was now grinding against
the side of her friend’s hip. They were intertwined like lovers, kissing and
biting passionately as they moaned and rubbed against each other more
urgently. I was hypnotised at the sight of my wife’s hips moving up and
down, forward and back as she pleasured herself on top of Mandy.
Ron must have thought the cuffs were getting in his wife’s way as he
reached down to firmly grab her arms, detaching the wrist restraints. Mandy
immediately rolled over onto her back, wrapping her arms around Michelle
as Michelle mounted her and forced her tongue between Mandy’s lips.
With their mouths locked together my wife came hard in Mandy’s arms.
She immediately started grinding against her neighbour again but Jamal
tugged on her leash, took a fist full of her hair in his other hand and pulled
her off the submissive blonde. Michelle’s cuffs were removed and Jamal
had her kneel on all fours, facing her friend again. Mandy rushed to do the
same, seeking Michelle’s lips and tongue once again.
Jamal and Ron both undid their pants. Jamal smacked my wife’s ass so she
knew to arch her back putting her in the best position to have her unfaithful
pussy invaded from behind. She happily complied as she kissed Mandy, her
butt bouncing as her lover mounted her. Ron did the same to his wife as
both women groaned their lust into each other’s mouths.
My jealousy raged like never before while I watched the women kiss
passionately as they were fucked by their men. My chastity cage did its job
with cruel effectiveness as I squeezed my thighs together and dreamt of
being someone who deserved to have a cock that fucked women instead of
one that was locked away and useless.
Both men wrapped their fingers in the long hair of their bitches as they
fucked them. My world comprised of rampant sexual indulgence but the
sharp pain from my pathetic pinched penis reminded me I was but an
observer with no part to play. A growing sense of helplessness and despair
reminded me that, unlike everyone else here, I would be going to bed that
night without the satisfaction of an orgasm.
They took their time and I didn’t blame them at all, even though I knew I
would never have been able to keep myself from spurting within seconds if
I was in one of the men’s places. Ron finished first, his face contorting and
eyes rolling back in his head as he shot what must have been an incredibly
satisfying load deep inside his wife. Mandy moaned but continued making
out with my wife until, finally, Jamal could hold out no longer. Despite how
long they had been seeing each other and despite their mutual infatuation
with sex, I had only been allowed to see him fill my wife with his cum on
rare occasions. It was a beautiful but heart-breaking sight.
From my kneeling position I watched like an obedient servant as he
unmounted my wife. My submissiveness was rewarded when he ordered me
to clean his bitch’s pussy. I politely got behind her as she slowly detached
from her friend, wriggling her ass at me and smiling at Mandy. As I
crouched behind her the cum was dripping from her pussy so I curled my
tongue under her and got to work. It was warm and sticky, thick and
pungent. I hated it but had no choice but to swallow with my nose squeezed
against her ass straining to bury my tongue further into her unfaithful pussy.
‘When is it my turn?’ Mandy gasped.
Which is how, a few minutes later, I found myself kneeling on the bedroom
carpet, my sissy hormones raging as I gently extended my tongue to touch
the stretched lips between my neighbour Mandy’s spread legs for the very
first time. She had watched with fascination as I obediently licked Jamal’s
cum from my wife and clearly relished the idea of having a clean-up slave. I
was gentle, remembering how sensitive my wife had been the first time I
cleaned her pussy with my tongue after she had visited Jamal in his caravan.
Mandy though, knew what she wanted ‘Get your fucking sissy face in there,
maid,’ she demanded, clearly amused by a wimp so submissive that he
would kneel and lick up another man’s cum. ‘Don’t you dare let any drip on
the floor, wimp,’ she warned me.
I needed no further encouragement to dive fully into my task. Ron’s cock
was not as big as Jamal’s but it had still stretched her out and her pussy was
a sloppy mess. Despite the practice I’d had I still hated the taste and texture
of cum but I was grateful to be included in any respect and for the privilege
of licking warm spunk from the sexy attractive woman I’d fantasised about
so many times.
‘Fuck, I want this every time!’ Mandy gasped as she grabbed the back of
my neck pulling my face into her pussy to help me bury my tongue as
deeply as possible inside her. ‘Michelle baby, you have to let me borrow
this sissy boy to lick me clean in future!’
‘Of course,’ my wife laughed. ‘You can have it any time you like. Make it
do some housework while it’s there if you like. It loves doing housework
don’t you maid?’
With tongue extended and face covered in hot wet pussy I could make no
reply, but none was necessary, I was a maid and as such I did not get to pick
and choose my duties or who I carried them out for. I felt deep humiliation
but somehow useful, almost proud that I could be of use to such beautiful
women.
When Mandy’s pussy was finally licked clean, she was in a relaxed, curious
mood. ‘Maid,’ she ordered with a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘Show me
your little cage thing again.’
I looked to my wife for approval and saw her nod in amusement.
‘Yes Miss Mandy,’ I stood and curtsied before lifting the front of my dress.
Actually, she wasn’t curious at all, she was just realising that I was no
longer her equal and therefore fair game. With delicate fingers she felt
around my chastity cage, giving it a little tug then trying to force the nail of
her little finger through the slotted hole at the end. The way she was sitting,
casually naked in her husband’s arms was driving me crazy with lust.
‘I’m not a prude or anything,’ she mused, ‘And I know it takes all sorts, but
this is…I mean, come on…it’s pretty pathetic, isn’t it?’
‘Yes Miss Mandy,’ I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
‘I know it’s not your fault, but you have the smallest penis I’ve ever seen.
It’s ridiculous. Michelle how did you ever get any satisfaction out of this
sad little excuse for a cock?’
‘I didn’t,’ my wife laughed. She was lying back against her lover, running
her finger nails along the arm he had around her. ‘I learned how to fake my
orgasms and bought myself a good vibrator to use when he was out!’
They all laughed as I stood red-faced holding up my dress.
Mandy was running her fingers around my swollen blue balls as she
smirked, ‘Of course it’s not a problem now is it maid?’
‘No Miss Mandy.’
‘Why isn’t it a problem?’
‘Please Miss Mandy, my…I mean Miss Michelle has Mr Jamal now to
please her and satisfy her.’
‘So, this big stud comes along,’ she pouted, ‘And suddenly you are not
allowed to even try to please your wife. Banned from even touching her,
you’re not even allowed to touch yourself, are you?’
‘No Miss Mandy.’
‘How long is it since you were allowed to cum?’
‘It doesn’t come babe,’ my wife interrupted. ‘It dribbles,’
When the laughter died down Mandy continued. ‘So how long since your
last dribble maid?’
‘It’s been four weeks and three days including today, Miss Mandy’.
‘And how long to go until your next one?’
‘Erm, I think…’ I glanced over at Jamal hoping he would not think I was
being presumptuous. ‘I think another five weeks and four days, Miss
Mandy. Unless…unless I’m naughty,’ I finished lamely.
Ron burst out laughing at that. ‘Fucking hell! You can’t be serious. Ten
weeks? I would go crazy. No way…no fucking way!’
‘Oh, it’s true,’ my wife joined in. ‘And next time it will be eleven. It goes
up a week each time, assuming no penalties, but there are always penalties
aren’t there, maid?’
‘Yes Miss,’ I curtsied, not sure whether I should drop my dress back down
into place now that Mandy had stopped fondling my chastity cage.
‘It only has itself to blame,’ Jamal joined in. ‘It pleaded with its wife for her
to make it her maid, but it I don’t think it realised exactly what that means.
Did you maid?’
‘No Sir, sorry Sir,’ I curtsied again, blushing profusely.
‘How do you not go crazy with all the sex going on around you and you
locked away in that tiny little cage unable to even get a little stiffy?’ Mandy
asked.
‘It doesn’t really have a choice,’ Jamal smiled. ‘If it gets too upset it gets a
good spanking to take its mind off its frustration for a little while.’
‘Darling,’ Mandy smiled at her husband, ‘Why don’t you spank it? Do it for
me.’
Ron looked at Jamal who just smiled and nodded his agreement.
‘Well maid,’ Ron said to me, ‘since you are definitely not going to get
unlocked…now or any time soon…how would you like a spanking from
me?’
I had so much built-up sexual tension. I hated being spanked, especially by
another man, but it was true, it did help me settle back down into my
normal obedient sissy state. And Ron sounded like he was actually feeling
sorry for me.
‘Yes, please Sir,’ I answered him with a smile and a curtsy as I let my dress
drop back down into place. ‘That’s very kind of you.’
‘You are such a fucking loser!’ Mandy with contempt.
There was no kindness about Ron’s manner as he blistered my ass with one
of Mandy’s sandals. I whimpered and cried and my little penis shrunk back
down to a manageable state as he made sure my backside would burn all
night.
When he finally decided I had taken enough of a beating he told me to
kneel in front of him. ‘What do you say, sissy?’ he asked.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I said, looking up at him with tears rolling down my face.
‘Thank you for beating me.’
‘No problem sissy,’ he smirked as he towered over me still holding the
sandal that had just destroyed my ass cheeks. ‘Kiss Mandy’s shoe,’ he
ordered as he held it toward me. ‘Kiss it and thank it for putting you in your
place.’
‘Thank you, Miss Mandy’s shoe,’ I said in my pathetic little girl voice.
‘Thank you for putting me in my place.’
He was naked and his partially erect cock swung just inches from my face
as he laughed at me.
‘I think you need to thank Ron properly sweetheart,’ my wife suggested.
‘Like a good maid.’
I knew what she meant and I knew I had no choice.
‘Please Sir…may I…’ I croaked.
‘May you what maid?’ he asked as he looked down on me with a mixture of
pity and disgust.
‘Before I’m sent to bed Sir…may I…umm…’
‘Go ahead little slut.’ He took a step forward, his cock and balls
commanding my view.
‘Thank you, Sir, thank…’ I was cut off as his cock filled my sissy mouth. I
was so unbelievably horny, so desperate to please. I took the now stiffening
cock between my lips and let it slide to the back of my mouth. I couldn’t
believe I was doing this. He was right, I was a little slut. But unlike a slut I
could only give sexual service, I could not receive it, so being called that
name was both ironic and dreadfully painful and frustrating.
‘Fuck yes,’ I heard Mandy utter quietly. ‘You cock sucking little whore, you
fucking slut!’
I caught sight of my wife and her lover relaxing against the headboard
enjoying the show, taking in the debasement and frustration of their maid.
Trying not to think about them or about what they must think of me, I
focussed on pleasuring my neighbour, now my superior. With my own
miniscule penis hopelessly locked for weeks yet to come, I knelt and gave
the best blow job I knew how to give. I kissed his balls, sucked his hard
cock, ran my tongue around the bulbous head and tried to force it teasingly
into the slit at the end while I used my hands to cup his balls or rub the
fronts of his thighs.
He didn’t last long and as I swallowed my second load of his cum for the
night, I could not help but feel a blanket of sissy shame settle over me. I felt
so exposed, so used, so abused but I’d never been more desperate to cum.
Afterwards I thanked Ron, then Jamal, Mandy and Michelle before
curtsying and leaving them to make my lonely way back to our house,
wondering if it still was my house in any real sense.

Sleep does not come easy to horny little sissy maids. Before my wife met
Jamal, I was accustomed to four or five orgasms a week, sometimes from
making love to my wife but, a lot of the time from masturbating, usually
into a pair of her used panties or socks. Now I had to go at least ten weeks
between orgasms and it would only get longer, how could I endure this?
I spent all day every day toiling away with housework and being at the beck
and call of my wife and her lover. My arousal was in a constant ebb and
flow of excitement followed by unbearable frustration then finally defeated
helplessness. After a full day of that, exhausted as I was, it was almost
impossible to go to sleep.
As I lay on my thin rubber mattress in the basement, holding a pair of my
wife’s used panties over my nose my mouth filled with a pair of her worn
stockings it occurred to me that I was starting to forget what it felt like to
have my penis inside a woman’s pussy. I moaned my unbearable frustration
through the stockings, sucking them to get the taste of my beautiful darling
wife as I tugged desperately at my chastity cage, the precum flowing like a
river from the hole at the end of the tube to drip down onto the mattress. At
least it would wipe up easily with no-one any the wiser.
Leaked pre-cum on my panties was easily visible during a uniform
inspection and always earned six of the best to the palms of my hands. It
had become so bad that my wife, in a show of pity that broke my heart and
had me grovelling at her feet telling her how much I loved her, gave me
some panty shields. I was only allowed one every 24 hours though and it
always ended up soaking wet.
I whimpered weakly and cried a few sissy tears as I thought about Michelle.
I loved her so much, now more than ever, but she was completely out of my
reach, probably for good. All I had left was the opportunity to serve her, to
hope desperately to please her, not as a man, not as her husband but as what
I was, a maid.
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 Chapter 13: Last Chance to Make Love
‘Maid, after you get done washing the dishes tonight, I want you in the
master bedroom,’ Jamal, my wife’s boyfriend said. ‘I’m going to give you a
shot at fucking your wife.’
What did he say, I wondered in shock? I couldn’t believe my ears. I thought
he said…
‘Well, are you interested or not?’ he demanded. ‘It will probably be the last
chance you ever get.’
‘Yes, Sir, yes! Yes! Thank you, Sir, thank you!’ What else could I say?
The rest of the day could not go fast enough. I was going to feel pussy
again, my wife’s! My wife’s beautiful pussy! I still couldn’t believe it was
happening. My head felt like it was full of cotton wool and I couldn’t stop
shivering with excitement.
When it was finally time I checked my appearance in the hall mirror, which
was stupid I know. I was going to make love to my wife. For over a year the
only time I’d been allowed near her was to clean her boyfriend’s cum from
her stretched pussy. And yet, my new role was now so firmly embedded I
felt I had to make sure my sissy uniform was spotless and my overdone
makeup looked fresh.
At the bedroom door I hesitated. Could this be real? I wanted to cry; I was
so sexually frustrated. What if I couldn’t perform? What if I couldn’t please
her? What if I came too soon, a definite possibility after 12 weeks in
chastity?
Finally, I knocked gently and heard Jamal telling me to enter. Inside I
curtsied and turned to close the door quietly. Michelle was on all fours on
the bed, naked except for a pair of black hold-up stockings. My heart
melted at her beauty then my stomach turned as I remembered how that
beautiful woman used to be mine and mine alone. She wriggled her hips
and winked at me seductively making me sure that this must be a dream. If
it was, I never wanted to wake up.
‘Right maid,’ Jamal spoke, making me jump. ‘I’ve been trying to decide
whether to allow you one minute or two with my girl. What do you think?’
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I curtsied humbly, desperate not to upset him or do
anything that would give him cause to change his mind. ‘I don’t deserve
even one second and I am so grateful to you!’
Michelle laughed.
‘That’s a good maid,’ Jamal said smugly as he pulled his phone from his
pocket. ‘I’ll time you on my phone as I video you. It’s got to be worth
recording your last ever chance to fuck your wife, don’t you think?’
‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ I blurted, knowing for sure that the video would
be used to taunt me in the future but not caring. I just wanted to make love
to my darling wife.
‘One minute,’ Jamal stated. ‘Better get started maid.’
Knowing I didn’t have time to undress I just quickly dropped my panties
and stood waiting.
‘What are you waiting for maid?’ he asked.
‘Please, Sir…the key…I need the key for my chastity cage.’
‘Oh, the key,’ he laughed. ‘No, the key will be staying where it is in a nice
safe place.
My heart sank and tears of frustration blurred my vision.
‘Clock’s ticking loser,’ he smirked.
I was utterly heartbroken that I was not going to be released from the
damned chastity cage but determined to rescue something from the dreadful
situation.
‘Come and fuck me stud,’ my wife cried. ‘Come and fuck your wife!’
I quickly jumped onto the bed behind her and she pushed her ass back at
me, offering me her pussy. Taking her gyrating hips in my shaking hands I
did the only thing I could, I pushed my chastity cage against the moist lips
of her unfaithful pussy. The design of the cage meant that I could only push
the top of it about an inch inside her. I couldn’t feel a thing.
Jamal laughed behind me, ‘Forty seconds to go stud!’
In desperation I renewed my efforts frantically grabbing at my caged little
cock and lifting it to try to penetrate my wife just a tiny bit deeper.
Eventually I managed to get the head of the cage inside but I still couldn’t
feel anything at all.
‘Mmmm, that’s it, big boy,’ my wife moaned sarcastically. ‘I can almost
feel something. Your tiny cock is just as impressive as ever isn’t it?’
My face blushed bright red as they both burst out laughing at my desperate
attempts to get little thrusts going. The only skin to skin contact was
through the tiny vent holes on the sides of the cage. I imagined I could feel
the hot wetness of my darling wife’s sweet pussy, but actually the only
sensation was the familiar pinch as my trapped penis made futile attempts to
expand.
‘Twenty seconds super stud!’
Tears of helpless frustration rolled down my face as humiliation and defeat
filled my heart.
‘Ten seconds…five…’
Jamal’s phone buzzed and Michelle immediately turned to push me away.
‘Maid!’ Jamal shouted, sensing that I was losing control and probably about
to do something stupid. Stupid like what, I thought. Stupid like grabbing my
own wife, embracing her, kissing her and trying to make love to her?
‘Get off the bed, now! On your knees maid. I think you have something to
say to me.’
I had nothing to say. I couldn’t.
‘Speak slut!’ Jamal yelled at me.
Flinching under his anger I mumbled, ‘Thank you, Sir.’
‘For?’
‘For allowing me to…to…to have chastity sex…sissy maid sex…with Miss
Michelle.’
‘That’s better,’ he winked at my wife as he began undoing his trousers.
‘You’ve had your sissy sex, now you can watch how a real man fucks his
woman.’
His intimidatingly huge cock swung just inches in front of my face taunting
me with its freedom.
‘Come and get it baby!’ my unfaithful wife called to her lover. ‘Watching
the sissy cry has got me all fired up, I need you!’
I watched in defeated humiliation as Jamal grabbed the ass of the woman I
love and slid his big cock into her unprotected womb in one lunge making
her cry out in lust.
‘I got what you need right here, slut,’ he answered her, looking down at me
with contempt as he fucked her.
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 Chapter 14: Serving the Neighbours.
Even after everything that had happened, I was still difficult to accept the
new normal of kneeling between my neighbour Ron’s legs as he lounged on
his bedroom loveseat and watched TV. It made a certain kind of sense,
despite its bizarreness. Ron loved blowjobs and his wife, Mandy, didn’t
enjoy giving them. So why not use the maid?

My wife and her lover Jamal had no problem loaning me out a couple of
times a week so long as my service to them did not suffer. It started off with
me doing housework for Mandy to give her more time for herself. I would
spend a full day hoovering, dusting, doing laundry and cleaning bathrooms,
only to go back home to deal with the mess Jamal and my wife had
deliberately created in my absence. As far as they were concerned having a
maid meant never having to lift a finger to pick anything up, put anything
away or worry about making a mess. That’s what the maid was for. So, after
a hard day’s work at the neighbours’ house I would return home and have
to work into the night making sure everything was clean and tidy for my
Master and Mistress when they arose next morning.
After a while, as both Mandy and Ron’s confidence grew in terms of making
full use of their borrowed maid, my list of duties grew to include those of a
sexual nature.

As Ron lifted the TV remote, flipping through channels, I slowly bobbed

my head up and down on his cock. I could hear the sound of Mandy
finishing her shower in the en suite bathroom. He gave the top of my head a
firm push down and I took the hint, lowering my glossy lips all the way to
the base of his cock, suppressing my gag reflex as Jamal had taught me.
‘That video Jamal took of you, with your penis caged and trying to get it
inside Michelle really turns Mandy on. Watching you lose your wife so
hard…I mean, no offence but you are such a fucking pussy!’
He paused to pick up the cane I had dutifully set conveniently beside him
and, giving the side of my exposed ass cheek a healthy swat, as he warned
me, ‘Watch it bitch…I felt teeth there!’
I yelped and focussed on keeping my jaw extended and my lips compressed
tightly around his rigid cock. Even Ron did not put up with a lack of focus
and attention from the maid. The fact that I was now being used for sexual
purposes by several men and women, all of whom had their own strict
requirements and preferences which I had to remember was not considered
an excuse for poor performance.
The bathroom door opened as Mandy stepped into the bedroom to join her
husband. She sat on the loveseat beside him wrapped in a fluffy white
towel.
‘Don’t cum in the maid’s mouth,’ she said playfully. ‘I want it,’
Ron laughed but I could tell the idea of cumming in his wife’s soft inviting
pussy turned him on as his cock grew even harder in my mouth while she
stroked his neck seductively. I tried to remember what it felt like to cum
inside a woman. What would it be like to cum any time you wanted to? I
couldn’t remember.
‘Let’s watch the video again,’ Mandy said, picking up her phone from a
nightstand.
While I continued my submissive ministrations to Ron’s cock, they watched
my caged pathetic penis wiggling against my wife’s pussy together. Mandy
started rubbing herself, lifting one leg to drape it over my shoulder.
‘I want the maid honey, just for a minute,’ she moaned as the video ended.
Ron tapped the maid’s cap on the top of my head, ‘Alright maid, you heard
the lady, hop to it.’
Mandy jumped on the bed, throwing off her towel and laying on her back.
My breath was still knocked out every time I was lucky enough to see her
naked. I froze, immobilised for only a moment before my eager little penis
was met with the mean pinch of its cage. I whimpered, overcome with sissy
frustration.
‘I want the same as Michelle,’ she demanded. ‘I want you to rub
desperately, wishing with all your heart you could be a real man, but
knowing you can’t.’
I looked at Ron.
‘Don’t keep the lady waiting maid,’ he smiled. ‘I’ll be right here to give you
some encouragement,’ he finished as he picked up the cane again.
I curtsied submissively, bent to drop my frilly panties and climbed onto the
bed. Mandy’s legs were spread, toes curled as she teased me with her
waiting pussy.
I was crying before I even started. All the years I’d known her one of my
hottest fantasies was to make love to her. Now here I was with only the
thickness of my chastity cage separating me from the fulfilment of that
dream.
As I uselessly rubbed the top of my cage against her gorgeous pussy, unable
to keep myself from thrusting in weak frustration, Mandy moaned, clearly
enjoying her own fantasy becoming a reality.
The wind was completely sucked out of my lungs as my ass suddenly sent a
torrent of pain signals to my brain. I squealed loudly, turning to see Ron,
cane in his right hand and his stiff cock in his left. He stroked his shaft as he
swung again, leaving another red stripe on my bare bottom.
The slices of the cane just kept coming as they both enjoyed themselves.
Mandy grabbed my cage and rubbed it against her clitoris as I awkwardly
humped and Ron stroked his hard dribbling cock.
Finally, Ron threw the cane to one side, took my neck in his hand and
pushed my face down toward the bed. I understood. He was now
completely in command and I was just an impotent weakling, a maid, a
sissy, a thing to be used and abused for his and his wife’s pleasure then
discarded without a second thought. I had neither means nor desire to resist
his total domination of me.
As he got on the bed I submissively turned to lie on my back. He moved
over on top of me, sitting on my face as he lowered to position the tip of his
cock at his wife’s pussy. I did what any good cuckold sissy maid would,
extending my tongue to lick his balls as he tea bagged me.
Groaning with lust, he rubbed his sweating hair covered balls on my face
for a few seconds before plunging his cock into his eager wife.
She kept screaming, ‘Fuck me baby, fuck me! He’s just a worthless loser…a
loser…a fucking loser! How do you like the taste of my husband’s balls,
you fucking loser!’ as he fucked her.
‘Get off the bed,’ Ron ordered me. ‘Come round behind me. I want my ass
kissed.’
If I’d had any shred of manhood left, I would have lost it right then,
kneeling behind a man as he thoroughly fucked his screaming wife, kissing
his ass and crying as my own unwanted penis strained pointlessly against
the walls of its prison.

When they’d finally finished, I licked them both clean, pulled my panties
back on and, with a curtsy, returned to my housework. I was behind
schedule now with hours of drudgery ahead of me before I could leave for
home where surely more housework awaited me. I was a maid, what else
could I expect?
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 Chapter 15: New Spiked Cage
‘Guess what finally came in the post,’ my wife asked me as she handed me
a small package. ‘You’d better go and tell Jamal it’s here.’
She was right of course but I’d been dreading this. I suppose it was my own
fault in a way. If I hadn’t complained in a moment of weakness about how
horribly frustrating it was never being able to get a full erection and how
painfully uncomfortable it was walking around all day with my poor
deprived cock struggling away in the damned cage, trying futilely to expand
every time I looked at my wife or even just thought about her in her lover’s
arms, then maybe the subject would never have come up.

‘How common are these failed attempts at an erection?’ Michelle had asked
me.
‘Lots of times Miss, all through the day and at night too. The periods
between releases are just so long now I…’
‘It must be very distracting for you,’ she sympathised.
‘Yes Miss, it is. I can’t think about anything else. I love you so much and
you’re so beautiful! Just the sight of you or even the smell of your
perfume…even the sound of your voice…it drives me crazy with longing for
you!’
‘I see,’ she stated coldly. ‘Is it happening now? Is your sad little excuse for
a cock trying to get hard right now, while you’re speaking to me?’
‘Yes Miss,’ I admitted nervously.
‘Then we need to do something about it,’ she smiled. ‘It shows a total lack
of respect for me and I simply won’t have it!’
My heart leapt as thoughts of freedom filled my head. An orgasm! A
beautiful satisfying orgasm would feel so incredibly good after so many
weeks of chastity! Then perhaps the periods of lock up might be shorter in
future, more bearable.
‘I’ll speak to Jamal about it. I’m sure we can come up with some way of
helping you control these pointless urges. A way to get your attention back
on your duties is required I think sweetheart. You are our maid, you should
be focussed on our pleasure, not your own’.

The solution my devious and cruel but beautiful and sexy wife and her lover
came up with was nothing like what I’d hoped for. It was, in fact, contained
in the small parcel I was carrying as I walked to the master bedroom door
and knocked softly.
‘Come in,’ I heard Jamal say.
I walked in feeling like a kid going to the headmaster’s office.
As I curtsied and waited, head bowed, to be acknowledged, I thought about
how this used to be my bedroom, the place where I slept with my bride, the
place where we made love. Now I had to knock and wait for permission to
enter; permission from the man who had taken my wife from me, with her
enthusiastic agreement and my initial encouragement.
‘Well?’ he boomed at me from across the room where he stood wearing
only a towel around his waist having clearly just showered.
Intimidated as usual by his hugely muscled physique and dominating
manner I stuttered, ‘Umm…sorry to interrupt Sir…I…err Miss Michelle…
she…I mean I…she…’
‘Spit it out maid!’ he ordered with a contemptuous grin.
‘Sorry Sir, I meant to say Miss Michelle said I should erm…let you know
that my new device has arrived,’ I curtsied on weak legs. Why did I always
feel so utterly inferior and pathetic in this man’s presence? Stupid question,
he was handsome, huge and confident not to mention the object of all my
wife’s affection. I on the other hand had willingly given up the love of my
life in return for a life of abject slavery. I didn’t just feel inferior, I was
inferior.
‘About time,’ he said. ‘Let’s see it then.’
I ripped open the package and pulled out a soft felt bag that contained the
stainless-steel parts. I laid them out on my wife’s dressing table with
trembling fingers.
‘It’s tiny, isn’t it?’ he laughed as he picked up a tool with a specially shaped
end. ‘This must be to adjust the spikes. I’ll keep it with the key for the
lock.’
‘Yes Sir…thank you Sir.’
‘Do you like it?’ he enquired.
‘I erm..I mean…I’m umm…a little scared Sir.’
‘Good, you should be,’ he smiled as he undid his towel and let it drop to the
floor then picked up the chastity tube and held it against his huge cock.
Even in a relaxed state it was at least five or six times as big as the shiny
tube. ‘Can you imagine me putting something like that on my cock?’
‘No, Sir,’ I smiled weakly, shocked and intimidated by his nakedness.
‘You’re going to wear it day and night though, aren’t you? For the
foreseeable future. At least until you learn to control your tiny excuse for a
cock.’
‘Yes Sir,’ I answered, blushing bright red through my makeup.
‘Tell me why you need this new chastity cage.’
‘Yes Sir…I erm…well, as you said I…I…I need to control my…my erm…
erections Sir. I mean, I try to, really I do but, it’s not easy when I hardly
ever get to, you know…and I erm…please Sir, if you don’t mind, it
would…I mean…if you would lock me in this new cage with the spikes...it
will...I mean I hope it will help me please Miss Michelle by learning to
control myself.’
The big bastard could hardly contain his amusement. ‘Good maid. Now get
on your knees and kiss the full-sized cock that’s fucking your wife. Then
you can go and get some ice. It’s time to introduce your little dicklet to its
new home.’
‘Do you think I should let you cum before I lock you up in the new chastity
cage maid?’ Jamal asked when I returned with the ice.
Shit! Yes! Yes! That would be amazing! That’s what I was thinking, but I
knew my wife’s lover well enough now to know it was a trick question.
‘Erm, n..n..no Sir?’
‘N…n…n…no S…S…Sir,’ he mocked my stuttering girly voice. ‘Are you
asking me or telling me?’
‘Please, Sir, I wouldn’t dream of presuming…. but it’s so hard for me to
cope. If I could just have one small cum….it wouldn’t take a minute. I
could do it without bothering anyone and I’d be so grateful, Sir!’
My wife was in the bedroom now, no doubt curious about the new device
she had ordered for me and I felt doubly pathetic being humiliated and
humiliating myself in front of her. I had removed my maid’s uniform and
frilly panties as instructed and knelt before him wearing just my stockings,
corset and the ridiculous bra containing fake breasts that was the latest
addition to my daily attire. Jamal had just given me the key to my chastity
cage and I found I could not stop shaking. I was trapped between the sheer
excitement of the prospect of having a few moments of freedom and the
cold dread of the new device.
‘Oh, poor maid,’ she soothed me, brushing my cheek with her beautifully
manicured fingers making me swoon. ‘I’m sure you must be so desperate to
just grab your little noodle and jerk away. But you’re afraid of the nasty big
man, aren’t you? Without his permission you wouldn’t dare, would you?’
‘No Miss,’ I mumbled, keeping my eyes on my stockinged thighs
respectfully.
‘It wasn’t afraid of me a few minutes ago, before it went for ice,’ Jamal
laughed, ‘It was kissing my dick!’
‘Oh, you’re such a brute,’ my wife exclaimed with mock annoyance as she
slapped her lover’s bulging bicep. ‘Making the poor maid kiss that monster
knowing its own little thing will never enjoy the feeling of a pair of soft
lips, that’s just so cruel.’
He pulled her into an embrace and they started kissing. He was still naked
and I could not help staring as she gently manipulated his huge rod,
laughing as it immediately responded.
‘Darling, the maid,’ she reminded him eventually, his cock now almost fully
erect.
‘Yea, OK, we’ll get back to this,’ he whispered in her ear, slapping her ass
playfully as she went to sit on the bed to enjoy watching her lover’s total
domination of her husband.

The feeling as I pulled the plastic cage off my already stiffening sissy penis
was indescribable! I wanted…no I needed to touch it! I needed it so badly!
Just one stroke, one tiny stroke, please!
‘Maid!’ Jamal’s voice boomed making me jump. ‘Ice it down now! There’ll
be no cumming, not even a pity tug for you. Not until you learn to behave
properly and control your sissy urges!’
‘Yes Sir,’ I whimpered, trying to ignore his huge black penis which was
only inches from my face as I grabbed the plastic bag of crushed ice, tears
of sheer sexual frustration forming in my eyes.
‘No stroking yourself slut!’ he warned me. ‘You have to earn your releases
and you’re a long way from that yet,’ he warned as he stood there
shamelessly working his own shaft with his right hand.
‘Oh fuck!’ I thought. How much longer could I wait? What more could I
possibly do to earn a release? I’d been trying so hard!
I buried my three inches into the cold crushed ice, wincing at the tingles
that enveloped my tiny member as it made valiant but ultimately futile
attempts to remain hard. It looked like a shrivelled-up inch-long worm as I
slipped the new steel ball ring in place and slid the head into its cosy new
stainless-steel home. Everything clicked together easily, demonstrating its
quality. The lock was built into the device and clicked shut without the need
for the key.
‘Stand up and let’s see it then,’ Jamal ordered.
‘Oh, its adorable!’ my wife exclaimed as she clapped her hands.
Jamal handed me a little bag containing the spiked screws and the special
tool, ‘Get those screwed into place,’ he said.
The screws were a tight fit, obviously designed not to be interfered with
but, eventually I had them all in place. Jamal took the special tool and sat
on my wife’s dressing table stool, motioning for me to approach and stand
in front of him. I stood very still as he roughly grabbed my chastity cage
and used the tool to begin tightening all the spiked screws. I felt the tips
touch the skin of my penis inside the metal tube. I kept my eyes down, not
daring to make eye contact with my wife as her lover made sure I would
suffer for any attempt at erection.
‘There you go maid. Does it hurt?’ he asked, as he finished tightening the
last screw.
I felt the outside of the cage with my left hand, noting its heavier weight.
‘Not really Sir, it just feels a bit tingly…the tips of the spikes I mean.’
‘Mmm,’ he nodded. ‘Michelle, why don’t you help the maid test how well
the new device works?’
‘Of course, baby,’ she grinned knowingly. ‘I’d be happy to,’ she said as she
started unbuttoning her silk blouse.
‘Oh fuck!’ I thought as her black bra was revealed holding in her cleavage
beautifully. Then, as she unzipped her skirt and started to sway her hips
causing it to slip down her gorgeous stockinged legs and pool at her feet,
she blew me a kiss.
It had been so long since I’d been able to hold her, caress her sexy curves,
kiss those plump red lips! I was like a rabbit caught in headlights until
suddenly the spikes bit in, doing their job to make life hell for my poor
unsuspecting little penis as it valiantly tried to expand. In seconds tears
were forming in my eyes and I fell to my knees unable to watch any more
of my wife’s sexy striptease.
Jamal bellowed with laughter as I whimpered, holding my caged penis with
both hands and willing it to shrink somehow. Looking up at him with tears
running down my cheeks I pleaded, ‘Please Sir…please…it hurts…it really
hurts…please will you wind them out…please Sir…just a bit…I can’t stand
it Sir please!’
‘What do you think Michelle, shall I take pity on your maid?’
‘I don’t think so baby,’ she smiled as she sidled up beside him, standing on
tip toe to kiss his cheek and running her long, polished nails along his cock
making it twitch and begin to grow once more. ‘It needs to learn its lesson.
A maid should be focussed on its work not having lewd thoughts about its
Mistress.’
‘Well, there you go maid, you heard the lady. Stop having those naughty
thoughts and the pain will stop. Now kiss my cock again so your wife can
watch this time. That’s it…lick it…the balls too, that’s it. Now suck it, I
want it nice and wet ready to fuck your wife.’

Jamal’s cock slid slowly inside my wife…stopping half way and slowly
pulling back as he teased her.
‘Oh baby, fuck me baby, fuck me!’
His enormous rod pushed back in. I shook, struggling so hard to try to keep
my own penis soft but it was impossible. He grabbed her smooth thighs, his
strong fingers digging into her tight muscle as her pulled her legs further
apart to give me a better view from my position kneeling by the bed.
Ordered not to turn away, I watched in hopeless, helpless jealousy as he
flaunted his privilege of ploughing my bride however he wanted and as
often as he wanted while I cried, unable now to even get a partial erection
without causing myself excruciating pain.
‘Thank me loser!’
I whimpered, shaking from the pain and wishing desperately that I could
somehow think of some way of making myself soft.
‘Th…thank…thank you, Sir…oh fuck…please Sir, it hurts!’ I winced,
keeping my hands behind my back as I’d been instructed to but bouncing up
and down involuntarily in a futile effort to lessen the pain.
They both laughed at me.
‘Poor maid,’ my treacherous spouse said as her lover finally pushed his
enormous cock all the way into her soft inviting pussy. ‘Nasty, mean Mr
Jamal gets to fuck my soft wet pussy over and over every day and every
night but the little maid has to wriggle and try to stay all limp and soft.’
‘Keep going maid, I want to hear some genuine gratitude from you,’ Jamal
said, holding my wife’s stockinged legs with both hands as he started to
thrust with a little more intent.
‘Thank, thank you, Sss…Sir, for…owwww, shit it hurts! Thank you for
fucking Miss Michelle Sir and for…for locking me up and…and…owwww,
oh fuck! For helping me learn to…to control my erections!’
It was obviously turning Jamal on humiliating me so thoroughly, torturing
me while he enjoyed my wife. I knew I had to continue or risk his
displeasure.
‘Thank you, Sir…for fucking my beautiful wife…for…for…oh shit!’ I
dropped forward hunching over from the unrelenting pain of those dreadful
spikes. ‘Ahhhh….fuck, fuck, fuck…thank you for giving her what she…
fuck…what she needs…owwww…what I could never give her….oh no…
no…please!’
They were both moaning now. Michelle’s nails were digging into his ass
cheeks, hauling him in as she thrust her hips back at him demanding to be
penetrated all the way to her womb.
I tried so bravely to hold my position, to keep talking, saying the things he
wanted me to say. Tears fell as I continued, ‘You…you deserve to have her
Sir…to fuck her…owwww…shit, fuck….to fuck her pussy, her mouth
her…fuck…her ass…you deserve her Sir…thank you Sir for…for…
owwww…for giving me what I deserve.’
Sex was usually a long-drawn-out affair between them but this time was
different. I could tell they were escalating together rapidly. I didn’t know
what else to say, it probably didn’t matter but I didn’t dare risk a beating for
stopping.
‘She…she belongs to you Sir….oh shiiittt…my wife belongs to you….her
breasts, her pussy, her…her mouth…fuck…she wants you Sir….not…
owwww…not me…she…she…fucccckkkk…she’s in love with you Sir!’
I was sobbing now between words and phrases. Michelle screamed and
Jamal covered her mouth with his as they came together in perfect harmony,
their hips grinding together in a sensual dance of lust.
I just sobbed softly, trying not to be a distraction to the perfect couple who
were basking in the afterglow of their love making and earn myself a
whipping.
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 Chapter 16: Silver Bells and Shocking Moments
‘Oh, they’re lovely!’ my wife exclaimed as she opened the gift boxes
presented to her by her best friends, Julie and Jan. ‘But what are they for? I
don’t understand.’
‘We were away for the day and strolling around the shops when we saw
them and we both had the same idea,’ Julie explained.
‘Idea about what?’ Michelle asked.
‘Well, you’re a lady with a maid now, aren’t you? We both thought at first it
might be a temporary thing but obviously, after all this time, it’s not. So, we
thought, just like in Victorian times, you should have a bell to ring when
you require the services of you maid,’ Julie said brightly.
‘We couldn’t decide which one of two we found to get, so we bought both,
one for your bedroom and one for the lounge,’ Jan added. ‘See, they’re
slightly different sizes so the tone is different.’
‘And with a little practice,’ Julie said, casting a contemptuous glance over
to me as I stood at attention in the corner of the room, ‘Even that sad excuse
for a maid should be able to tell whether it’s required upstairs or
downstairs.’
‘I love it,’ Michelle smiled at her friends. ‘I don’t know why I never
thought of it myself. Let me try it,’ she laughed as she picked up a bell and
rang it.
I immediately stepped forward and curtsied to my wife, waiting for her
instructions.
‘You may serve wine now,’ Michelle instructed coldly without even looking
at me.
As I minced off toward the kitchen in my five inch heels I heard Jan saying
to my wife, ‘When it comes back would you mind having it give me
another one of those foot baths with its mouth, Shell? I really enjoyed it last
time.’
‘Of course, sweety,’ my wife laughed. ‘That’s what it’s there for, to serve
my guests in any way that makes them happy.’
‘In that case,’ Julie piped in, ‘Can I have one as well?’

From then on, no matter where I was in the house or what I was doing, I
was constantly on edge waiting for the sound of one of those bells ringing.
When I heard it, I had to immediately drop everything and rush, as fast as
my dreadfully uncomfortable and completely impractical shoes would allow
me, to wherever my wife was. Any delay in my arrival, either real or
imagined on her behalf was punished with an immediate dressing down,
often in front of guests, followed by a severe caning, paddling or whipping.
If there were guests such punishment might be delivered immediately for
their amusement. If not, it might be delayed until later, in which case it
would often be delegated to my wife’s lover. On those occasions Michelle
would either watch, telling him, ‘I love watching you discipline the maid
darling, it makes me so hot for you!’ Or she would feign indifference
saying, ‘Could you take care of it darling? I have better things to do with
my time.’
Despite the awful humiliation of being beaten by the man who had taken my
place in my wife’s bed while she stood and watched, using my pain and
humiliation to fuel her desire for her lover, I still preferred her to be
present. At least then I felt like I still mattered to her, I was still serving her,
still making her happy in some way.

Then one day, in response to the ringing of a bell and after dropping the
laundry I’d been doing and remembering to remove the worn panties I’d
been pre-washing in my mouth, I rushed to find Michelle waiting for me in
the lounge with some sort of electrical device in her lap.
‘There you are maid,’ she said with a cute little smile. ‘I hope I didn’t wake
you from your nap.’
‘No Miss, I was doing laundry,’ I replied to her sarcasm with a respectful
curtsy.
‘Drop your panties and lift your dress, I have something for you.’
The something in question was a device which plugged into my new pinned
steel chastity cage. Obviously designed to be used with my particular cage,
it locked in place with a click and being small and light, did not add too
much in terms of bulk or weight.
‘Right, panties back up, let’s see if it works,’ my wife grinned.
‘Agggghhhh, fuuuuccck!’ It felt like a hefty kick in the groin and I dropped
to the floor in agony.
‘Ooops,’ Michelle laughed. ‘I forgot to turn it down, silly me.’
Once back on my feet I regarded the small remote in my wife’s palm with
dread.
‘I’ve decided, in the interests of efficiency to replace the bells with this,’
she explained. ‘When I want you, I simply press this button,’ a much
gentler but still unpleasant shock hit my groin. ‘Unlike with the bells, you
won’t know where I am of course but that just adds to the fun because, if I
think you’re taking too long, I’ll increase the power like so and…’
‘Aagghh! Please Miss!’ I begged, grasping at my chastity cage through my
sissy panties.
‘In that way,’ she continued completely unfazed by my obvious distress,
‘you will be incentivised to be less tardy. I will have the prompt service a
lady deserves from her maid.’
‘Please Miss, please no, it hurts Miss!’
‘Well of course it hurts! Goodness me, how else would it be an incentive
you silly maid.’
‘Please Miss,’ I begged, knowing I was wasting my time; worse, my
distress was clearly exciting her.
‘I’m not finished yet so be quiet!’ she snapped.
‘Yes Miss,’ I curtsied.
‘There is another side to this device you may find more palatable. You see,
despite what you may think, I actually have your best interests at heart,
which is why I made sure to purchase the model that does this.’
More shocks but this time not painful. In fact, pleasurable in a weird kind of
way. So pleasurable my tiny cock responded immediately, seeking to erect
inside its metal prison. Unfortunately, the sharp pins inside the cage
immediately did their job, causing me to bend forward in agony once more.
‘You see, I can, if I wish, provide you with a pleasurable sensation, one
which I believe, despite the pain of the pins, may actually afford you some
relief. The manufacturers claim the pulses you felt briefly can be used to
force an orgasm on even the most reluctant subject in even the most
unpleasant circumstances. We shall see if that’s true when your behaviour
next convinces me you deserve such kindness, won’t we?’
‘Yes Miss, thank you, Miss,’ I curtsied. Could it be? Was I to be afforded
some opportunity to relieve the dreadful frustration that was my constant
companion? Hardly an orgasm, hardly a sexual experience to be enjoyed
and savoured in the normal way. But better than nothing which was what
I’d had since the pinned restrained had been fitted three months ago.
‘Oh, and before you get any silly ideas, any attempt to interfere with your
new device or failure to keep the battery fully charged will result in you
spending an hour tied to your little bed while I see how many zaps it takes
at full power to make you pass out. Do I make myself clear?’

After disgracing myself and dribbling away a restrained orgasm whilst

locked in chastity and watching my wife and her boyfriend make love, my
poor deprived cock had not seen the light of day except for a few brief
moments when the plastic cage was removed and replaced with the metal
one with internal spikes. I had however, to my utter shame and relief, been
allowed to cum with the cage locked in place. This was only achievable by
application of a vibrator to the cage itself. Once I had the hang of it, it only
took about two minutes before a flow of backed up sissy semen started to
drip from the small hole at the end of my chastity cage. Any problems with
mess were solved by being made to sit on the toilet in my basement room
whilst holding the vibrator in place against my cage.
Although she refused to touch me, Michelle liked to sit on the thin latex
mattress of my bed and witness my thoroughly humiliating performance.
Always, of course, my pleasure time was restricted to a strict two minutes.
‘If you can’t manage it in two minutes, then you obviously can’t be as
desperate as you say you are,’ my heartless wife insisted.
Sometimes though she would amuse herself by waiting until my facial
expressions suggested I was on the point of cumming and then tell me to
stop. She would stop the timer and wait while I begged her for mercy, then
order me to start again. If I was very lucky, she would relent and allow me
enough continuous time of vibration to cum before the cumulative two
minutes were up. Sometimes though, she would simply stand up, walk
toward me and say, ‘Times up slut, maybe next time,’ before spitting full in
my face and taking the vibrator from my trembling hand. It’s perverse I
know, but those were the times I loved her most.

Of course, once the pinned restrainer came along, it was impossible to get
my mind past the pain. The vibrations caused my tiny cock to expand
alright, but the pins caused it to immediately deflate. Zero chance of
cumming, even if I’d had twenty minutes instead of two. Now, with the
electro-shock device, perhaps there was a chance of some small reprieve. If
I could just find a way to relieve some of the backed up cum my balls
insisted on producing then perhaps that would also give me some small
respite from the unbearable sexual frustration that ruled my life, making it
impossible for me to think about anything else. Maybe. Please let it be so!

I found out for sure when, about a week later, my wife came down the stairs
into the basement where I was ironing. As well as a pile of clothes
belonging to Michelle and her boyfriend, I had another pile belonging to
our neighbours Ron and Mandy and several items belonging to Jan and
Julie, my wife’s best friends. It looked like I would be working into the
night again. It was really starting to get me down, the amount of housework
I had to do just kept increasing and I never got so much as a single thank
you from anyone. I was feeling sorry for myself and having a little cry
when I heard her footsteps on the stairs. Using my pinny to quickly wipe
my eyes, I turned and gave a respectful curtsy.
‘Keeping busy I see,’ she smiled. ‘A busy maid is a happy maid, yes?’
‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Well, you don’t look very happy.’
‘Sorry, Miss. I am happy to see you.’
‘I should hope so. Let me see if I can cheer you up. Drop your sissy panties
and sit on the toilet.’
There was no seat on my toilet, ‘An unnecessary luxury,’ my wife had
called it, so the porcelain was cold on the backs of my legs.
‘Hands on your head maid. Now let’s see if this works. Do you think you
can have a little dribble for me?’
‘I’ll try, Miss. Thank you, Miss.’
The sensation in my groin was just as strange the second time around. But
at least this time there was no horrible kick. Since the device was fitted, I’d
been judged too lazy to answer my wife’s summons quickly enough several
times and had paid for it with very painful shocks to my caged penis, so
naturally I was very nervous and wary of the tiny remote in my wife’s right
hand.
‘Just relax sweety,’ she smiled as she kicked off her cute fluffy slippers and
told me to pick them up. ‘Put them on your hands then get your hands back
on your head.’
The slippers were soft and warm on my hands and I shook with desire at the
thought that they had so recently been on my wife’s dainty feet. It was so
long since I’d been allowed to touch her except to lick her unfaithful pussy
clean after her lover Jamal was finished with it. Anything she had worn,
that had been next to her, touching her skin and picking up her scent, had
taken on a highly charged erotic significance to my sex-starved brain.
‘There now, just close your eyes and think about me in Jamal’s big strong
arms. Think about him spanking me then forcing his big hard cock into my
poor little married pussy. Think about me wrapping my stockinged legs
around his waist, pulling him in, kissing his face, his lips, begging him to
take me, to own me.’
Desperate to look at her I opened my eyes in time to see her reaching up
under her skirt to pull down her panties. Then smiling sweetly, she
advanced toward me, pushed my hands out of the way and pulled the
panties over my head, taking time to arrange the damp crotch over my nose
and mouth.
‘Hands back on your head maid. Close those eyes again and breath in
deeply. Smell the pussy that belongs to Jamal.’
It was agony as the pins dug into the flesh of my little penis as it responded
to my teasing wife’s words but the agony was so sweet and those pulses of
electricity were pushing me, forcing me toward release. I couldn’t have
stopped it even if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. I wanted to cum so bad,
smelling her scent, feeling where her beautiful perfect feet had just been.
It was the quiet sound of cum dripping from my cage into the toilet that told
me it was happening. There was no physical orgasm, no build up to a
breath-taking release, just a couple of drips then a gentle flow that lasted
maybe ten seconds. That was it. What passed for my sex life was over in a
few measly minutes leaving me drained but more frustrated than ever.
‘There, I knew it would work,’ my happily smiling wife exclaimed. ‘Don’t
expect to get my slippers and panties every time though, I don’t want you
spoilt. And besides, I may not always be here. Steff has shown an interest in
supervising your releases. I’ve explained to her that they are quite rare and
will become more so, but she is still keen and I know how well you two get
on now that you have a new role in my life so, we’ll see. Open your mouth
wide, head back.’ Pulling the crotch of the panties to one side she spat into
my mouth, ‘A little reward for good behaviour, I know how you like me to
spit on you. It might be Steff’s spit next time. Now give me my panties and
slippers back so you can clean yourself up, then you’d better get back to
work.’
As she turned to leave, I couldn’t help myself, ‘I love you!’ I blurted out.
‘I know you do sweetheart,’ she smiled sweetly. ‘I love you too, that’s why
I’ve made you my maid, it’s what you were meant to be. I’m proud of what
you’ve become, what I’ve made you into, I wouldn’t change a thing. I love
my life.’
‘Thank you, Miss Michelle,’ I sobbed, overcome with emotion and sissy
submissiveness. ‘Thank you for letting me be your maid. I’ll do anything
for you, anything to make you happy.’
‘What I want you to do is get back to your work,’ she stated coldly. ‘I have
a real man waiting for me upstairs. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Shall
I tell him you delayed me?’
‘No Miss, please!’
‘You’re terrified of him, aren’t you? Good, I love that, it makes me so hot
for him. I think I’ll go and tell him you’ve been naughty and ask him to
come down here and take his belt to you. He’s so protective of me and he
get’s very angry if he even suspects you’ve disrespected his woman, doesn’t
he?
‘Do you remember when I strung you up by your wrists and made you wait
all day for him to come home and cane you? You hadn’t even done anything
wrong had you? I was annoyed at him for staying out so long but I took it
out on you. It was so funny! Not being able to use the toilet all day you
were desperate, weren’t you? So desperate that you started peeing yourself
before he even landed the first cane stroke. I told him it was because you
were so scared of him. Maybe I shouldn’t have because he really went to
town on you that night, didn’t he? How many strokes was it?’
‘A hundred, Miss.’
‘A hundred strokes of the cane when you hadn’t even done anything wrong!
Fuck, I came hard that night! Three times…or was if four? We must do that
again, soon. You don’t mind being caned for your Mistress’s sexual
pleasure do you maid?’
‘No, Miss, I would do anything for you! I love you more now than I ever
have! I love you so much I can’t put it into words!’
‘Ah, that’s nice dear. Oh well, goodnight maid, have fun with your ironing.
And congratulations on your new sex life.’
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