The Adventures of Erika, Marcus and Eden Part Twenty Four.

— couldn’t make up my mind on which was the best picture. Black reflects the story line but the pink one is so hot and cute. DF


Finally Eden had to make a stand. The Bull now ruled his home as if he were a real Master. The maid and cuck games were fine, even if pushed to their limits, but to have taken away their wedding rings and the celebratory paraphernalia proving their marriage, was stomach burningly, crushing.

It was time for the Master to move on!

Eden careful checked his appearance in the full-length mirror of the room that had formerly been his daughter’s but was now the bedroom to which he had been relegated as the house maid.

He brushed down the skirt part of the dress that so amusingly flowered out from his hips, before running his palms down the waist that had been so narrowed by the gripping corset. He smiled at his reflection, quietly revelling in the satin prison.

Whenever he moved, he felt the beautiful, silky material slide effortlessly over more silky beautiful material. The skirt over the petticoats, the petticoats over the stockings.

Then he had to stop.

Oh-My- God, he needed release, he needed to cum. The eroticism sent his brain spinning into orbit.

As soon as the egotistical Bull was driving away from his house, then his wife, Erika, could release his pent up dick and he would cum and cum and cum.

He giggled to himself at how ingenious he was being. He’d get shot of the Bull and he and his wife could enjoy sex as much as they wanted. When they chose to acquire another Bull then fine, they would both do it. Maybe lay down harder rules with the new Bull to prevent these sort of misunderstandings.

He felt light on his heels as he descended the staircase. Already his problems felt as if they were vanishing in the rear view mirror.

As he reached the hallway, he heard the Bull’s voice from the kitchen. Time to put him in his place! The misogynist, sexist bully was about to learn a valuable lesson when you step out of line.

He checked his permed, dyed blonde hair in the hallway mirror, flicking it from side to side. He didn’t want to have his appearance questioned. The Bull would find and excuse to spank him, and that would bring to an end his cunning plan.

With his head bowed, Marcus was near the cooker, staring intently into space, as if he were thinking through one of his silly devious plans.

The maid stood in the doorway and quietly coughed to gain his attention.

It was only then that Eden realised that the Master of the House was on his mobile, engaged in a serious conversation.

On hearing the maid, Marcus shook his head. What was it with the dumb bitch? Constantly in need of attention. He kicked the kitchen door shut.

“Fuck off,” were the muffled words, Eden heard from beyond the closed door.


Eden brought his fingers up to his lips. He hadn’t meant to make the Bull cross. How was he to have known that he was on the phone. Surely, he wasn’t going to be spanked for that! We winced and wriggled his hips at the injustice of it all.

He heard Erika laugh. She was stood in the hallway, in one of her short dresses. Did she ever wear trousers these days?

“Silly maid. You upsetting the Master of the House again?”

“No Mistress. No really. Gosh, I didn’t know he was on the phone. I sort of just wanted …”

“Stop jabbering, maid.”

She kissed his cheek affectionately before giving him a light squeeze.

Erika whispered in the maid’s ear, “You’ll get us both punished if you’re not careful.”

Eden felt flustered. Why didn’t she understand? They had to escape the grip of this overly demanding Bull.


Taken aback at the maid’s sudden upright stance and wife eyed irritation, she laughed again. It was impossible to take a sexy clad maid seriously when she pointed that way.

“Oh maid. Whatever is the matter?”

“You know what’s the matter! That,” he lowered his voice, thumbing at the closed kitchen door, “that brute in there, has taken our rings and our wedding photographs. He’s going too far.”

“Uh-uh,” the wife smiled to one side of her mouth, “and tell me, oh big shot maid, who is going to hang a bell around the Master’s neck?”

“Eh? Mistress, you are losing it. It is not Master’s who have a bell around their necks.”

She shook her head, breaking into further laughter. “Maid! It’s an old story. When the mice rebel against the cat …”

She smiled at his wide eyed, lack of understanding.

“Never mind. So, who is going to tell the Master of the House about his short comings?”

“Well, I suppose, and I’m just saying, me.” Suddenly he thought better of his plan, his eyes opened wide with hope, “unless Mistress you’d like to. I mean you are closer to him and everything.”

“Maid. Finger on lips.”

Oh no! they were having an important conversation. Nevertheless he quickly adopted the humbling pose of his index finger on his pouting lips. This was a measure the Master had introduced them both to, whenever either was, in his words, ‘jabbering mindlessly’.

Once she knew he wouldn’t dare interrupt her, she continued.

“No maid. Let’s wait and see what happens. Yes? You know he’s always one step ahead of you,” she noted his down cast face so quickly added, “well, both of us.”

Bursting to speak, Eden widened his eyes, so they were the size of pool balls.

“Hush maid. We will see where he is taking this adventure and then talk to him. How does that sound?”

Mad! To Eden it sounded like a demented idea.

She laughed loudly. “Oh maid, you do look funny when you are cross but helpless!”

The kitchen door banged open, and the Master burst out. All at once Eden found himself shying away not just from the size of the bulky brute but also the insane energy that drove him.

“What the fuck is up with you two? I’m trying to have a private conversation in here!”

“Sorry Master!” Erika stood to attention her eyes fixed on the man who ruled their lives, fearful that he might punish her. His hand spankings were fun and erotic, but when he wanted to make a point he could be a terrifying tyrant.

Eden maintained silence with his finger fixed to his  lips. After all he hadn’t been told to remove it and he always felt safer when like this or when gagged. If he wasn’t allowed to speak then he couldn’t get into further trouble with the Master or Mistress of the House.

The Bull sighed raising the phone back to his ear.

“Ok Alicia. See you later.”

Alicia? Eden and Erika shot each other a disturbed glance. He was speaking to their daughter? What on earth about?

He pocketed his phone and grabbed the sissy and his wife by their ears.

“Now listen you two, every time I gotta do something, I get you two playing up. If it’s not one, then it’s the other. Now both of you behave!”

“Yes, Master,” Erika said eagerly.

Maintaining his finger at his lips, Eden simply nodded, believing it was still best not to say anything.

“Maid!” The Bull barked.

Eden bounced to attention, still his finger pressed to his lips.

“Get some wine and beers sorted. Make sure their chilled. Prepare some snacks. Set it up in the dining room.”

Eden nodded, his eyes wide with dread lest he ought to be replying.

The Bull dropped his heavy arm around Erika’s narrow shoulders as he led her into the sitting room, turning back to the maid.

“Enough food for me, this slut here, and a couple of guests.” He paused before adding an additional point, “and I guess something for yourself.”

Eden nodded as a door was slammed in his face for the second time in a couple of minutes.

When he was certain the Master of the House wouldn’t return to the hall, his shoulders sagged with relief.  Dumb Bull! He dropped his hand from his face and poked his tongue out at the door, quickly drawing back lest the door were to fly open and he find the Master of the House witnessing his errant act of defiance.

Wait. Two guests? He had to prepare for two guests? Well, he certainly wouldn’t be serving them in his maid’s attire, that’s for sure.

An hour later, the terrified maid answered the door.

Eden had tried to remonstrate about attending to the door in his short maid’s dress, but the Master of the House has a way of looking at the maid to ensure compliance. It’s not merely the severe expression, but also a hint of contempt, sometimes a quick raising of the eyebrows.

The maid’s protests quickly peter out and scurries scurry away to perform the duty that has been demanded of her. Whatever the humiliating or arduous consequences of obeying a dreaded instruction, the alternative, being errant or naughty would invoke worse consequences.

Eden opened the door and stood shocked.

Alicia stared at the maid with eyes that grew wider and wider until they looked close to popping.

“Da…, er maid?”

“Yes Miss?”

Eden held the front door open while staring at his shocked daughter in order having to look at the guy standing next to her.

Alicia blinked.

“You are wearing a maid’s uniform!”

Eden swallowed. “Yes Miss.”

The evening was dark, there was a chilly drizzle in the air. Yellow streetlights glowed in a damp mist.

Suddenly an ugly male laugh.

“Hey babes. You didn’t tell me you were fucking royalty. A maid. Jesus Christ alive.”

The voice was deep, young and bellowed with arrogance.

Stepping back from the door, with hanging head so he couldn’t take in the face of the man, Eden waited as they moved inside.

The guy must have been 6’4. Not as sturdy as the Master of the House, but  square shouldered and possessing some of the power of the Bull in his presence.

“Hey,” the Master of the House greeted the pair.

“What’s happening here?” Alicia asked.

“Maid, you on strike?” The Bull asked.

“Master?” Eden stood to full attention, anxious in case he’d been naughty.

“Take their coats before I lay into that fat arse of yours.”

“Yes Master. Of course, Master.”

Eden slipped off the pretty thin coat of his daughter and then finally, at last, looked up at her boyfriend.

“Erm, may I, please?”

He indicated the coat and the guy turned his back to the maid, unbuttoning the garment so Eden could pull the hefty clothing from his body.

“Do I call you, erm, …” Alicia was looking at the Bull with concerned eyes.

“Master, always, girl. You call me Master.” He grinned at the boyfriend. “You address me as Sir, and we’ll get along just fine.”

The young man froze, his chin tilted up.

“I don’t call no one sir.”

A Mexican stand off and the maid and Alicia wished they could run out through the open door into the damp night air.

“Well, let me help you,” the Bull grinned. “You want your own maid? You wanna be the master of your own house someday.”

“I guess,” came the slow, drawn out reply.

The Bull stretched his heavy arm around the shoulders of the boyfriend. “I bet you do. So let me show you how it’s done. I gotta feeling you’ll love all this. Now tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jerry. And Jerry is fine, no fancy terms for me.”

The Bull laughed loudly.

“Come and meet the Mistress of the House.”

As the two masculine men disappeared form the hall, the daughter stared crossly at her father.

“Maybe, you should close the fucking door before someone sees you from the street!”

Fucking? Deep inside his soul, Eden knew he ought to admonish her for swearing, instead he closed the door and stood silently holding the two coats over his bare arm.

“Seriously, dad. I mean, seriously? A fucking uniform like something off a porn video?”

That awful word again!

“Well Miss,” he swallowed, the words sounding lame and idiotic in his head before he spoke them. And then they sounded even worse. “The Master said to wear it.”

How could he tell her that there were more revealing maid’s dresses in his wardrobe? Some so short they flared out above the stocking tops. He felt sick.

“Right, you’ve made your statement, maid!”

She spat out the word ‘maid’ as if saying ‘turd’.

“Wearing that when my fella calls round! The Master said he wanted to meet him. He didn’t say he’d meet you dressed up as if you are on your way to a Halloween party for pervs!”

“Miss Alicia, I am sorry …”

Eden felt like crying, not just because he had upset his daughter but because he was too helpless to extract himself from the situation. There was nothing he could do or say to remedy his plight.

Alicia stepped a little to one side, so she was square on to Eden.

“Understand this, maid,” again the word ‘maid’ fired out like a bullet, “if you’re going to play your pervy games then let’s get real. From now on I am Mistress too. Like mum. That’s how you’ll address me!”

“Well, I, er, Miss, I don’t know. Isn’t that a matter for the Master of the House?”

Alicia’s eyes flared like a snake about to strike.

“You’ll do what the fuck you’re told if you’re going to flounce around like that!”

“Hey, what’s all the noise.”

The Master had appeared in the hallway like Satan from Hell.

Eden spoke while holding his breath.

“Nothing Master. Really. Nothing.”

“You think I’m asking you, you dumb maid? Why would I ask you?”

Eden’s head dropped. Tears blurred the oak flooring beneath his heels.

“Sorry, Master.”

“Master,” Alicia said, her voice still angry. “Your dumb maid won’t address me as Mistress.”

A concerned Eden glanced up, surely that would enrage the Master. Clearly Alicia just didn’t understand the dynamic around here. She couldn’t have him address her as Mistress.

The Bull stepped up to her and tilted her chin upwards, so she was looking up at him, already cowed by his presence.

“Hmm,” was all he said as he stared at her. “You sort it out with the Mistress of the House. I don’t want to get involved in that.”

Alicia stared daggers back at the shrinking maid near the door.


An hour later the mood had changed. The household was enjoying good spirits, loud rock music – too loud for the sensitive Eden – and a good deal of alcohol.

To Eden’s annoyance, the irritatingly aggressive Jerry was soon relaxed on a sofa with Alicia giggling in his lap.

“I like your style, Master,” Jerry said downing his third beer and holding out the empty glass for the maid to collect.

The Bull grinned.

“I’ll tell you how it’s done later. Over a beer. You girls appreciate this lifestyle, don’t you?”

“Yes Master,” the mother and daughter giggled gleefully.

The Bull’s smile waned as he stared at the cagey maid.

“Oh!” Eden realised he was supposed to reply. “Yes, Master. Of course.”

“You get it, Jerry?” the Bull laughed.

“Get it? I envy it. I want a house like this. I want to be a Master.”

Alicia ruffled his thinning hair.

“Well,” the Master of the House said, “you listen to me, and I’ll get you there.”

Jerry clicked his fingers at the maid. “Hey. A beer. You just took my glass, remember?”

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”

Eden had been so engrossed in the chit chat he completely forgot his place. He took another bottle from the ice box and refilled Jerry’s glass.

It was irksome serving Jerry. At least the Master of the House had created his position by strength of character. This ‘Johnny come lately’, who hardly looked twenty years old, just turned up and expected to be served!

Eden handed the interloper the cold, full glass and took a couple of steps back to survey what other needs he would have to meet.

The glasses were reasonably full, and there was still sufficient scotch eggs and sandwiches on the table for them, but he did notice there was a lot of mess. The tablecloth ought to be wiped and the carpet, especially around the irritating Jerry, needed a good vacuum.

He made a mental note to sort the disorder as soon as the room cleared.

“How did you learn all this stuff. “ Jerry asked.

“Not now.” The Bull’s smile was fixed, humourless. “You never discuss this sort of shit before the girls. Keep ‘em in the dark so they don’t know if they’re coming or going.”

Mother and daughter giggled again, as if delighted to be under the firm rule of the Master of the House.

“Sorry. Gotcha!” Jerry nodded. “Looking forward to our chat! Big Time!”

Stupid oaf, Eden thought. If the Bull weren’t present, Eden would demand that Jerry leave immediately and forbid Alicia to see him again. She needed a nice young man not an aggressive sod like Jerry.


Oh! Eden was so lost in hatred for Jerry that he hadn’t heard him call out for another sandwich.

“Yes Sir.”

Eden leapt into life taking Jerry’s empty plate and placing two corned beef and pickle sandwiches on it. He poured some salt and vinegar crisps neatly on one side as decoration before delivering the plate back to the Neanderthal he was forced to serve.

“So, Master,” Jerry asked, snatching the plate from the retreating maid, “what do I do when the maid is daydreaming?”

“First, don’t ever expect efficiency from any maid. They’re too dumb. You need to keep on their cute arses all the time.”

Loud guffaws came from the mother and daughter at this unkind put down.

This was monstrous! The snacks were all in place, and neatly arranged, the drinks cooled in the cool box. Even the Master of the House had said, ‘good girl’ when he saw the cool box.

“Should I yell at her?” Jerry asked.

Eden noted the anticipation in Jerry’s eyes and despised him even more.

“Na. Tell her to stand facing the wall. That’s the first measure. Helps her think through her naughtiness.”

So it was that a few moments later, Jerry found the courage to send the annoyed maid to stand facing the wall.

“Legs straight,” the Master of the House commanded.

Eden pouted hard, drew in his breath and pulled his legs perfectly straight. Bastard! He hadn’t been disobedient. This was all so wrong!

He heard his drunken wife burst into giggles.

“Something amusing you, slut?”

The Bull sounded pissed off.

The giggling stopped.

“No Master. Sorry, I just thought …”

The Bull continued with an even voice, “why don’t you be a good girl and stand facing the wall next to the silly maid.”

“But Master,” she stammered, “I haven’t said anything!”

Good, Eden thought. Now she’ll know what it’s like to be punished without reason!

Behind the back of Eden, he heard his wife emit a long sigh before walking up to the wall and standing next to the maid. Not daring to turn his head he simply peered as much as he could at his wife, now facing the wall like him. He could see she was wide eyed with the sense of injustice.

“Hey, wow. You really are the Master!” Jerry said. “Shall I send Alicia over too?”

“Has she been naughty?”

Jerry laughed. “Naughty. I love it. Na. She’s good.”

Alicia kissed her boyfriend’s cheek and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”

Feeling the world was swinging towards her, well towards her boyfriend, she felt brave enough to inquire. “Master. Surely, it’s ok for me to be called Mistress by the maid.”

Suddenly Eden’s attention was on high alert.

“I don’t know,” the Master said thoughtfully. “Maybe too big a step. Did you ask your mum, the Mistress of the House?”

“Oh sure. Yeh. I asked her. I think she likes being the only Mistress in the House.”

“Makes sense,” the Master said.

Eden held his breath as he listened to the exchange. The Master stood up for him and put Alicia in her place. At least that topic wouldn’t be heard again. Thankfully!

He plucked at the frilly hem of the short skirt part of the maid’s uniform. He always feared it was riding up, especially with the triple layer of petticoats that his wife insisted he wore under it.

“It looks so much nicer flared out,” was how she explained it.

For Eden though, the sight of the saucily flared skirt was excruciatingly sexy when alone in the bedroom, flouncing around before a mirror, but led to a deep anxiety when he was before others. The skirt constantly threatening to rise up and reveal too much.

His thoughts of his uniform were shaken when he heard:

“But that’s not fair!”

Alicia’s exclamation silenced the room.

Eden realised that she was drunk, but surely she couldn’t address the Master with that tone.

Beside him, Erika gasped.

After a moment the Bull spoke firmly.

“Go and stand next to the maid, facing the wall.”

The Master of the House spoke the words so quietly, that his confidence was self evident. There was no requirement to shout when you are in command.

“Master!” Alicia squealed, before speaking sweetly to her boyfriend, “Jerry! You going to say something?”

Jerry said, “Sorry cutes. He is the Master of the House. Best do as he says.”

“Oh. My. God. This is so unfair!”

Within moments, Alicia settled facing the wall next to the maid with a little stamp of her foot.

Now Eden had his wife on one side and his daughter stood on the other.

Suddenly Eden felt helpless humiliation shake his core. Here he was, with his entire family, standing, facing the wall in his own home, and he couldn’t do anything about it. His eyes and mouth widened with shock at the realisation of how far he had fallen. And fallen before the eyes of his wife and daughter.

And there was nothing he could do about it!

“Ok, Jerry,” the Bull said as he stood. “Let’s go somewhere else and I’ll teach you how it’s done. Show you some tricks and traps. We don’t want these three dumb sluts to know what’s going on.”

Jerry laughed and walked to the door with the Master.

“But, Master,” Jerry said. “How do you know these three will remain in place? Maybe they’ll sit down when we leave.”

“Watch,” the Bull said. “Girls listen up. When I get back I’m going to ask if anyone has moved. Understand this. I’ll be looking right into your eyes when I ask the question. Anyone who tries to deceive me gets a punishment out on the front lawn. Got it girls?”

“Yes Master,” they said.

“See?” The Master said to Jerry as the two laughing men left the three girls to their plight.

It is difficult to gauge time when you are facing the wall, but Eden felt it was about five minutes when Alicia quietly spoke.

“I should be Mistress too!”

Eden was about to answer when Erika said, “you are too young. You heard The Master.”

Once again Eden was about to join in when, Alicia said, “God. I didn’t do anything. And I’m standing facing the wall like the maid.”

Eden was put out. “What do you think I did?”

“Miss Alicia!” Alicia said through her teeth.

“Sorry, yes, Miss Alicia,” Eden added.

“Oh, you are so dumb!” Alicia said.

Erika said, “Don’t talk to your father like that!”

Eden smiled, at last someone stood up for him.

Then the two women burst into laughter.

“Well, you know what I mean,” giggled Erika.

Eden said, “I think you should keep quiet until the Master gets back. You’ll get us all into trouble!”

Both women laughed again.

“Silly maid,” Alicia said.

“I’m not silly, Miss Alicia!” Eden responded.

Again, both women laughed at him.

“Love that maid’s dress, though! Sooooo scrumptious!” Alicia said.

Erika said, “The way your fella is going you’ll be wearing one by tomorrow!”

“Bring it on,” Alicia laughed. “It’s so hot!”

The two women giggled, their giggles turning into laughs. Before long the giggling was so infectious that Eden joined in, not quite sure at what he was giggling. But that in itself seemed funny too.

Maybe none of them would have been in such good spirits if they knew what Jerry was learning from the Master.

The Adventures of Erika, Marcus and Eden Part Twenty Three.


Marcus squeezed the wife and daughter into his solid frame.

Satisfyingly, he heard them both sigh and gasp.

He felt their arms encircle him.

The Bull spoke softly, “You both did really well”.

“Thank you Master,” Erika said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Alicia simply giggled, indulging her pleasure and contentment in his powerful arms.

“That was very difficult,” the Bull continued. “No one likes having to punish a maid as harshly as that.”

Kissing the Bull’s breast through his shirt, Erika said, “It’s not your fault. If the maid is going to be as naughty as that …”

She let the words trail off.

Alicia felt compelled to join in, “No, it’s not your fault, Master.”

“I know girls,” with their eyesight hidden with their faces rubbing against his clothing, he knew he could afford a wide grin, unseen by the dumb sluts.

“Let’s hope it helps her become the maid she seeks to be,” he said.

Reluctantly, the teenage girl pressed herself out of his arms.

“Sorry Master. I really must go. My new boyfriend won’t want to be kept waiting.”

“Impatient, is he?”

She closed her eyes, “Oh, God yes. Everything has to be done his way.”

The Bull was pleased. Excellent. The sort of guy who could help him maintain discipline around the house.

“I tell you what, why not bring him into say hi, after your date?”

She looked uncertain. “Really? Oh. Well ok. I mean if you want that.”

“I do young lady.” He saw how she relished being addressed as ‘young lady’.

Unconvinced, Alicia pointed out, “It’s just that … I don’t know. You know … how he’ll react to your maid. Especially now there’s going to be a maid’s dress.”

“Should I dress the maid in the trousers uniform again?” he asked, keeping a straight face.

Alicia laughed, “Well, I doubt that makes that much difference. I just don’t feel comfortable explaining it all to him.”

“Good point,” Marcus said, making the teenage girl feel even better about herself. “But you know, houses do have maids, don’t they? Restaurants have maids. Hotels have maids. It’s no big difference, is it?”

She didn’t look too convinced. “I suppose so.”

“There you are. See how it works out, eh? He won’t know who the maid is.”

It all made sense when the Master of the House spelt it out like that.

Logical in fact.

Yet as Alicia made her way to the landing, so uncertainties floated in her mind. They were offset by the fact that even the Master of the House had said she had done a good job with the maid. It was with that uplifting thought that she gave the Master a girly finger wave before leaving for her date.

As she left the Bull kept his eyes fixed on her joyously, bouncing arse through the tight dress.

Seeing his fixation on her daughter’s arse, an irritated Erika but she consoled herself with the notion that she could hang on to the stud for a little while longer if Alicia was around. She knew he would vanish the moment he was bored with the setup in the house.

She felt a sharp slap on her arse and giggled.

“You slut, mustn’t let the dumb arsed maid know we will have company later on.”

She frowned with concern.

“Hey girl! Look, the maid has already had a hard time, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” she said, still feeling guilty about her part in the maid’s severe punishment.

“So let’s not worry her little head about anything. Eh?

She patted her hands on his hard chest.

“You’re right.”

“That’s what I find.”

He laughed and she laughed with him, adoring his arrogance and total confidence in himself.

“I tell you what. I know you’ve been dying to play with your maid. So how about some ‘you time’ with her?”

“Aw. She does looks so gorgeous. Especially in the maid’s dress. Oh, and that hair.”

“Then go for it.” It was practically a command.


She grinned. She had permission to play with the maid, at last.

She slapped a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Master. You are the best Master in the whole world.”

“Have fun,” he said as she left.

He knew he’d have fun! He turned on his laptop and logged in to the maid’s room webcam.

Unzipping his fly, he sat on the bed and pushed his bear paw of a hand into his pants to grab his junk.

“Go for it, you sluts,” he said under his breath.








Even while Eden was dressing in his mid thigh length maid’s outfit, he was still seething about the unfairness of what had taken place.

His spanking was wholly out of kilter with his offence, and his daughter, Alicia ought not to have witnessed it. It was all outrageous. And what on earth gave the Master of the House permission to squeeze his daughter’s bottom like that? Who did he think he is?

Worse, Eden was now having to don the humbling maid’s dress to be worn in full view of his family.

Words would have to be spoken! Oh my, was he fuming at the Master of the House!

Then the thoughts swam out of his vacuous head as he saw his reflection in the long mirror.

With a smile on his pink lips, he checked how the outfit hung on him. The slightest of movement sent the dress floating around his thighs, just below the stockings. If he turned quickly the suspenders could just about be seen.

Erika bounced in, full of energy.

“Oh my!” She clapped her hands and eyed him from head to foot. “You look adorable. I really love that dress. The others are fine for the bedroom, but that one looks just right.”

“Mistress,” Eden said, “Isn’t it a bit short? You know, I mean, too short?”

“Oh nonsense! It looks smart like that!”

Erika started pulling at the sleeves, and the bodice.

“Turn around.”

Eden turned to have his back to her, looking looked back over his shoulder.

“Mistress, is it appropriate that I wear this now. I mean with Miss Alicia here?”

“Stay facing away, silly maid. I am checking out how you look from the back.”

He turned to look away, feeling his wife plucking at the hem line of his skirt.

“Oh no! That Bow!” She exclaimed.

“But Mistress, it’s hard when you can’t see it. Its behind me …”

“Hush. You know what he’s like. Everything has to be perfect. We’ll get you a second mirror so you can check it all looks fine at the back. Good. Now face front again.”

“Yes Mistress.”

He turned back to face his wife, whose face was screwed up in concentration as she examined every detail of his attire. Her eyes settled on his hair.

He held his breath wondering what defect she had detected.

Erika shook her head, “Oh no. That silly little maid’s cap. It really won’t do. You need one that stands up more, with a nice frilly bow. Show me your others.”

“But Mistress, the Master of the House hasn’t complained about it before.”

She laughed.

“Silly maid. Guys just don’t get detail. Quickly, show me your maid’s hats.”

Not daring to stamp his foot in protest he pulled open the lowest drawer, which held his head gear.

“Ah, how about this one?”

She had pulled out a large cap, with neat decorations around the top, that would tie in a bow behind his head.

“Oh Mistress, please. Not that one. I’d die if anyone saw me in that.”

Erika laughed. “So why did you buy it?”

“Well, you know,” he blushed, “for when I am playing alone. On my own.”

She held out the lavish headwear to him with raised eyebrows.

He reluctantly took it from her and removed the one he was wearing which was simply a flat piece of lace, before trying to pull on the more ostentatious one and secure the long silky ties behind his head.

As he fixed it behind his hair, he could barely raise his eyes to his wife.

“Turn around,” the Mistress of the House commanded.

He did so, now facing away from her.

“Oh, the bow could be much larger if you tied it correctly.”

She tugged at the bow, making him squeal as it pulled his hair.

“Oh, my, my, my. Don’t you look a picture!”

He felt his dick expand in its confinement at the compliment. Perhaps all maids have a such a desire to please that any compliment hits the pleasure senses.

“Turn back!”

He edged around until he was facing her. He did not look self consciously happy!

“Aw. Maid! You look absolutely delightful. The Master of the House will love it!”

He beamed.


He raised his eyes to her, wondering what she wanted.

“Shouldn’t a maid be grateful when given a compliment?”

With a pout, he whispered, “Yes Mistress.”

“Oh my God!”

With that, Erika was all over the maid, forcing the servant back onto the bed.

As they slumped down, Mistress on top, the maid lying on her back, Eden felt his wife’s tongue dart into his mouth, as if she owned him.

When did she ever initiate a kiss in this way?


Her knee drove his stockinged legs apart.

At last Erika came up from air, breathing hard with eyes locked on those of the bewildered maid.

“When the Master is out for a night, you and I are going to have some serious play time together.”

Eden’s dick was rigid in his cage. He felt her heat, her softness, smelt her perfume and stared at her sexy beauty framed by her tumbling blonde hair.

She kissed his nose.

“Now there are rules when playing with the maid. I’ll have to ask the Master of the House to remind me. Like, you can’t touch me below the waist.

He nodded, “But Mistress, why can’t I do that?”

She brushed his fringe from his eyes, “Only real men can do that.”

What? “But Mistress!”

“And nor my boobs. I’ll ask him if you can kiss them. That would be soooo hot.”

“Mistress, shouldn’t we decide what we can and cannot do if the Master of the House isn’t present.”

She giggled. “Oh, look at you trying to think! No, of course not!”

She pushed up the curls above his eyes.

Before he could protest she said firmly, “You are the sexiest thing on two legs. And you are all mine.”

He nodded, grateful but still in shock, “Thank you Mistress.”

“The Master says he is still Master of the House, even if he isn’t here.” She screwed up her face. “I don’t get it either. But it made sense when he explained it. I dunno. If he’s the Master of the House then it doesn’t matter if he is present. Oh, I don’t know. Shall I ask him to explain it to you?”

“No Mistress!”

She laughed at his wide eyed fear.

“I know maid. Really, I get it. Everything he has to explain to me ends up in a spanking too.” She looked away with a dreamy expression before her eyes returned to her maid, her very own maid. “You know what he’s like!”

“Yes, Mistress. But Mistress, shouldn’t we have rules of our own?”

“Oh, you are so cute when you are being funny! Of course not. What is the point of having a Master of the House and then having to make our own decisions?”

She kissed his forehead, there was a shimmer of sweat.

“Why are you looking so sad, maid?”

“But mistress. He’s controlling everything.”

“That was your fantasy remember?”

“Yes. But just as a game. Mistress, I am now the actual maid in the house.”

“I know. And I’m the Mistress of the House. I never thought I’d like that role. But he makes it so easy.” Then her eyes widened as she remembered something. “Oh. How’s your bottom?”

He pouted. “Still painful Mistress. It was horrible!”

“Aw. He once spanked me with my slipper and that stung like crazy. Even the next day my bum was sore.”

“What? He spanks you?”

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. He is Master of the House. He has to control the Mistress, doesn’t he!”

“But, but, you are my wife. He shouldn’t be spanking you!”

In the main bedroom, Marcus stared at laptop showing the video and conversation from the maid’s room. He’d loved how Erika had forced the maid to wear that dumb fluffy cap with the big bow. It looked ridiculous. Maybe one day, he’d force the maid to wear a frilly bonnet.

He laughed at the thought.

He also loved how they played together. Girl on girl action was his favourite fetish with online videos. The slut of a wife was sexy beyond words and would look great in lingerie. The dumb sissy cuck didn’t look too bad in his outfits either. Lynne had worked wonders with his hair and the corset moulded his body just right.

He’d get them to perform and then record the output for his mates.

His pleasure evaporated when the dumb cuck started whining about the slut being his wife.

He’d need to put a stop to that! Little grumbles when left unchecked grow into major protests.

He climbed from the bed and rearranged his erection. The problem with having a large cock was that he constantly had to check its situation. It was a habit he’d had since his teens.

When he reached the maid’s room, the couple were snuggled up tight together, deep tongue kissing.

Their stockinged legs intertwined. The obedient maid keeping her hands up near his Mistress’ shoulders.

Had the maid not opened her eyes and caught sight of him, he’d have remained like that, enjoying the view.

As the maid tried to squirm from beneath her, Erika realised that could only mean one thing.

She turned to see the Master of the House staring at them. As he always looked angry it was difficult to gauge his mood.

“Oh Master. Hi. Me and the maid were just having a chat. Do you like her maid’s cap?”

“Did I hear the maid say you are his wife?”

The wife and sissy gasped  both sitting up in fear together, as if orchestrated.

Erika spoke quickly, jabbering like a teenage girl.

“Oh Master. No. We were just talking that’s all.” She gave a forced laugh, “And you say I’m a slut of a wife.”

He wasn’t amused. Rather he nodded and walked into the room near the apprehensive couple on the bed.

He said. “I see. I see.”

Eden wanted to cry, he just couldn’t handle another spanking.

“Please Master,” he began, “I’m sorry.”

Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sorry about, Eden felt it best to say so, before, curling up his legs beneath the maid’s dress.

He stared at her, his face betraying little.


“Yes Master?”

“Have you got any wedding rings in here.”

Eden slid into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, eager to help the Master with his inquires.

“Yes Master. You told me not to wear them. So I put them in the dish on the chest of drawers.”

The master picked up two gold rings from the dish, examined them and placed them in his shirt pocket before turning back to the apprehensive wife.


Erika squeaked, “Yes Master?”

“Hold out your left hand.”

“Yes Master.” She did so.

“Expansive engagement ring and a nice wedding ring.”

She swallowed, not sure where this was leading.

“Yes Master. Thank you. We both chose them.”

He nodded and then held out his own ham of a hand.

“Give them to me.”

“Oh! Master,” her arguments dissolved with a simple glance from her Master. “Yes Master.”

It took some effort to twist off the tight rings, but she finally did so and handed them to the Master of the House.”

“Where’s your wedding certificates?”

“Em, in the Master bedroom, Master.”

“Fetch them and any wedding albums.”

“Master, I ..”

Erika bound into action when he raised his eyebrows.

As she bolted from the bedroom, Eden gripped his thighs tightly together for comfort. He wanted to make himself as small as possible.

He watched as the Master of the House wandered around what had become his room. At one point he edged the open laptop a little to one side, as if checking its position with the bed.

Erika returned with the large white wedding album and the legal documents of their marriage.

“Good girl.”

For the first time, Erika took no joy from the words ‘good girl’.

“Bring me a lockable case. A small one.”

“Yes Master,” Erika swept away to do her Master’s bidding.

Should Eden say anything? Ask what was happening?

His mouth felt dry and as ever his brain was frozen into inaction.

This didn’t seem a good time to complain about him grabbing his daughter’s bottom either.

Erika brought in the case and the Master pointed at his feet, so she laid it before him. He clicked his fingers and pointed closer to his feet.

“Yes Master,” she choked, opening the case near to his toes.

The Master of the house dropped the wedding album and certificates into the case. He then placed Erika and Eden’s rings into a zipped up compartment on the suitcase lid. He closed and locked the case.

“You have your wedding pictures on your computers?”

Erika stole a quick glance at her stupefied  maid still sat on the bed. But the maid only looked as terrified as she felt. What was the Master up to?

“Yes Master. And we have them stored on a cloud.”

“Ok. I am going to transfer them all to my cloud. Then do a back up onto a drive of mine. After that I will delete all pictures and evidence of your wedding from the cloud. I’ll have Lynne hide this case with the ones containing your dumb sissy’s old clothes. You won’t be able to find them.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said, her eyes unblinking.

“By tonight, it’ll be as if you were never married. There will be no proof in the entire house. I’ll have taken every picture and every memento.”

The terrified couple exchanged a long look of numbness.

Eden felt sure he should remonstrate, but his bottom was still on fire from his beating, and he felt totally ridiculous in the mid thigh maid’s uniform with the flouncy large bowed maid’s cap. How could someone wearing such attire make a stand without everyone laughing at him?

Satisfied he was wholly in control of the situation, and seeing the pain they were having to endure, the Bull added, “And if either of you mentions that you are married again,” he wagged his finger, “you’ll both feel my belt.”

They both quickly responded with a “Yes, Master.”

He was already continuing.

“Even if you refer to yourselves as husband and wife, then,” he had a thought, “I’ll use the list of wedding guests you have in that case get them all to erase or destroy any pictures or videos they had of your day.”

Erika inhaled, putting her hands to her mouth.

“But Master …”

“From now on, you are Mistress of the House, and you are the maid. Fuck all else. And if I hear you even intimate anything other than that, to anyone, then you know what action I’ll take.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said,

Eden’s hands were flat on his stockinged thighs. “Yes Master.”

The Master picked up the case and went downstairs while the Mistress and maid cuddled each other for comfort as if they were sheltering in a dark storm.