The Hotel Transform Stories

The Best Laid Plans Of Wimps And Men

Part One

Deborah Ford

David has plans for his wife Sue but so does his tough boss.

1

David stared at his wife with his mouth dangling. Had his boss, Tom,
really made that suggestion to them?

His wife Sue delicately pulled back some wisps of blond hair from
her face and tried a nervous smile, “I don’t think that is a good
idea at all Tom.”

Tom laid down his knife and fork, “well its obvious to me. You Sue
have managerial experience.”

“Only as temporary manger of the secretaries pool when the real
managers were away on holiday!”

Tom waved a hand at her. “You run yourself down too much. Anyway
Davy here is, er, hum, er, let’s say struggling a little. If I put it
like this: he is finding it a bit of a challenge to administer my
fifteen travel shops. You’d be a great hit.”

David weighed it up instantly. Of course Sue is a bimbo, everyone
knew that, that’s why he married her. Blond, gorgeous and thick. She
is the classic big titted, big arsed blond who just wants to please.
His friends could not believe a girl like that could fall for someone
as short and slight as he. They didn’t appreciate what he understood:
gorgeous but shy and silly girls ache to be approached by guys other
than footballing studs who often do no more than frighten them

The world span in his direction. He hated the pressures of work, any
kind of work, now he faced the opportunity of a life devoid of
pressure – in fact a life devoid of effort!

His mind rolled quickly out his new daily timetable: all morning on
the golf course, all afternoon in the pool hall, loads of drinking
time and certainly plenty of opportunities for screwing around with
available women. “Darling,” he spluttered, “you would be a huge
success.”

“David!” She searched frantically for the words but, as usual for
her, she could not think of an argument against the proposition. She
hated arguing, she hated any time of confrontation. “Perhaps we
should talk about it later.”

“No,” David insisted, “it’s a great proposition. Tom has already
said he doesn’t rate me in the job …”

“Probably have to sack him sooner or later,” Tom agreed.

“But darling, don’t you feel… you know, a little bit… ashamed?”

Laying his huge hairy hand over Sue’s fingers Tom somehow managed to
avoid glaring at her rounded cleavage. “This is the twenty first
century. You must fulfil your aspirations.”

With his free hand he rearranged his uncomfortable erection beneath
the dining table. He smiled at her under the misapprehension he was
hiding his lust. In his mind Sue, with tits, arse and legs like a
sexy rock chick was too hot a babe for a wimp like David. She needed
a serious workout with a real man.

“I don’t know,” her eyes grew wide like a kitten’s, “David say
something!”

David sat up straight, “as man of the house I will make the
decision. You go to work.”

Sue’s shoulders slumped as she groaned. She loved bragging to her
working friends how she enjoyed being a housewife. Responsibility
frightened her. That’s why she married David, a man who would make
all the decisions for her. “But darling, what about the housework?”

David looked contemptuously around the dinning room, “yeh don’t
worry. I know where the vacuum cleaner’s on off switch is.” He
grinned triumphantly. He had already got his handicap down to 19, now
he would have the time to brush up on his tee shots.

“Settled! Start tomorrow Sue and I’ll personally show you around,”
he leaned across still trapping her long fingers beneath his bear
like paw to kiss her on the cheek.

Feeling the kiss lingering longer than needed Sue put up her free
hand and with an embarrassed giggle pushed him away. She looked to
her husband for support but realised that David was staring off into
space with a silly smile on his lips. Finally she dragged her hand
free of Tom’s grip. “So what do I wear? The office uniform I suppose.”

Tom stood up pulling his jacket around his trousers to cover his
raging hard on, “hell no babe. The office girls wear that silly
trouser outfit. Another daft idea from your husband. No you wear,” he
glanced down at her legs beneath the table as she shifted them
uneasily, “a suit, you know a business woman’s skirt, but not too
long hey? You know,” he innocently raised his eyebrows, “a few inches
above the knee. Ok?”

Tugging at the hem of her short black dress she nodded, “I see. And
David? Do you have a view?”

“Eh? What?” David stared blankly at her, “oh yeh, whatever. Great.
Are my new golf clubs still in the garage?”

Tom rubbed his hands together, “see you tomorrow Sue.”

Sue rose clinging to her napkin, realising she offered the brute an
eyeful of her legs. “Suppose it doesn’t work out? I mean getting him
to have a haircut has proved impossible. Look at him, he looks like a
pop star from the seventies.”

“We’ll have dinner here Friday night, see what the score is. But
don’t worry babe I reckon you’re a winner!” announced Tom resisting
the temptation to slap her bulging arse.

2

Friday night.

Life could not be better for David. Not only did he spend the
morning lying in bed playing with his dick over pictures of scantily
clad women but he also hit the fairways before anyone else. This was
followed by the clubhouse for lunch and three captivating hours on
the pool tables.

He had never realised that the lunch-time was a good time to meet
girls who were clearly desperate to have a fling outside their
marriage.

There were further advantages. For some reason Tom was keeping Sue
late at the office as if a world of sales had blown through the
travel shops. This afforded David a second chance to wank in the
evenings as he ploughed through the music video channels for long
limbed babes cavorting in scanty outfits. Maybe he could even get one
of the ladies from the club house into his marital bed. What a score
that would be.

David also took this as a sign of his superior work rate. He had
always managed to sneak away early leaving the office girls to do his
work for him. Poor bimbo Sue obviously over exerted herself. Stupid
tramp.

This is heaven on a silver chalice laid out next to a roaring log
fire. Of course Sue hit on him when she got in late and flustered.
She feigned shock at the mess around the house as she prepared dinner
nagging so much David had to turn up the tv sound on the football
match to drown out her bitching.

Yes, this is heaven.

That Friday night Tom arrived late. Sue still rushed to and from the
kitchen with the spaghetti bolognaise she had hurriedly prepared.
David had been too busy to help her, after all the live golf match
from Australia on the satellite TV started in the early evening. He
could hardly miss that!

As the wine flowed freely Tom leaned back in his chair, “so then.
How’s it going?”

David emptied his glass and poured himself another. “Fantastic. The
golfing couch reckons I could be in line for a single figure handicap
in less than a year.”

“How about that! Nice one Davy. Hear that Sue?”

Gripping her glass tightly, she glared down the table at her
husband. “He’s very happy with the changes!”

“Yeh, good for you Davy,” declared his former boss, “‘cos life could
not be better for me either. Lets face it Davy you weren’t the
hardest worker ever to set foot on this earth but this babe,” he
nodded at Sue who burnt dull red with rage, “yeh, this babe she sorts
it all out, stays on late ..”

Finally she could take no more. “Just one second you two. What about
me!”

David laughed apologetically, “you’ll have to excuse her Tom, time
of the month …”

“It is not my time of the bloody month.”

Tom leaned back, the chair creaking its complaint at his weight,
“hey babe Davy meant …”

“And don’t ‘hey babe’ me. Babe! Who you calling babe? And Davy? What
sort of name is that for a man!”

“As man of the house,” David announced checking how much wine was
left in the bottle by shaking it, “I think you are getting a little
too uppity! Watch those hormones!”

“Uppity! You let this brute call me babe, take away your job …”

David wagged a finger at her, “now calm down darling!”

“Just a moment,” Tom spoke quietly, “lets all take a deep breath
here. Hey, if you don’t want to be called babe then fine. I
apologise. And if little Davy here doesn’t want to be called Davy …”

“Little!” Sue was beside herself, “I know he’s only five foot four,
it’s just that you are so big. What about six foot three or
something? That’s why he looks so short.”

“Around six three since you ask.” Tom tried to look modest and failed.

“He may be slight in frame but then compared with you most men are.
So stop calling him little Davy as if he is a child!”

Tom showed the palms of his hands, “ok, you’ve got a point.”

“I mean this is horrible for me. I work all day and you always find
more for me to do at night, usually in your own office,” she added
smartly glancing at David to check his reaction. She sighed as she
saw him pulling a cork out of a second bottle of red. “Are you
listening darling?”

David momentarily glanced up, “oh yeh of course darling, he mustn’t
call you little babe, quite right.”

“It’s not just that. It’s this house I come home late and nothing’s
been done. Not the cleaning, not the washing. I have to make the
meals for us. I don’t get to bed until after midnight.”

Tears washed over her eyes as Tom patted her hand, “don’t worry Sue,
I think you have raised an issue here that we must all address.
Right, er, David?”

“Oh sure yes. Have you tried this Merlot, a bloke down the pub
recommended it.”

Sue waved her hand at her husband while speaking to Tom, “you see
what I mean!”

Her boss cleared his throat. “I do. Davy listen up.”

David reached across the table pouring the wine into the empty
glasses.

Tom continued, “I don’t want my staff getting into the office worn
out doing what the ‘stay at home partner’ ought to be doing.”

“Yeh right.”

“You need to do more around the house”

“Yeh right,” David tried to keep a straight face. “I promise I’ll
vacuum the light bulbs and rearrange the cushions before Sue gets
back!”

“See,” his wife screamed. “He’s not taking this seriously. Do
something Tom!”

“It’s very obvious to me, Davy here is not in a chores role …”

David grinned, “oh don’t give me any of that p.c. fancy office
politics talk. I don’t have to listen to that anymore.”

“I think you should listen.” Seeing David preoccupied with tasting
the new bottle he turned to Sue. “The problem is that Davy just sees
himself as ‘off work’. What I suggest is that I employ him as a
member of staff again but as a, I don’t know, domestic help?”

Sue’s eyebrows met. “Would that help?”

“Well then he would be paid to carry out the chores.”

David grinned, “you mean I stay off work and I still get paid. Hey
Sue that sounds ace to me!”

“He’ll just spend all day playing with himself!” muttered Sue.

“Ha well,” Tom grinned, “we can also put a stop to that.”

Sue blushed at the realisation she had spoken out loud but found
herself intrigued, “how can you stop a man from doing, uhm, what
comes naturally.”

He patted her hand, smiling at her. He noticed her looking at him if
not warmly then certainly not with that mixture of contempt and anger
she usually fired in his direction. He had made inroads into the
sale.

“Don’t worry. Davy will be a full-time member of my staff and as
such expected to perform all your domestic chores.”

David almost choked on his Merlot. “What? Now I don’t mind a bit of
work around the house, you know fixing cupboard doors and stuff.”

Tom stared at him, “do you want Sue to finish working for me?”

Glancing at his only golf trophy David swallowed, “no of course not.”

“You can do a little more around the house can’t you?”

David groaned. He could see his mornings being lost to dusting
tables. Still, if that was the price for him having the life of Riley
than so be it. “I suppose so. Agreed!”

“We’ll see,” Sue sighed. “I don’t see how you’re going to get him to
do the chores or to stop playing with himself.”

“Great. I’ll call back on Sunday night and show you, show you both.”

She stood up placing a hand on Tom’s arm allowing him to kiss her
cheek.

For a moment Tom drowned in the erotic medley of her perfumes and
silky hair. He closed his eyes feeling his shaft harden. This time he
did pat her bottom as he stepped away, “great dinner babe.”

3

Sunday.

Tom arrived holding aloft a collection of department store bags.
“The answers to a maiden’s prayer.”

Sue giggled. “I hope so. But you are going to have to work real
magic to change my husband’s ways.”

A few beers later the atmosphere had loosened and David made jokes
about hoovering. Tom judged the time to be right. “Here’s the
standard contract, I believe you worked it out a few years back.”

“Sure did. Know every word and every syllable there,” he flicked
absentmindedly through the pages before scribbling his signature.

Tom carelessly took back the contract. “Great now I sign, and now we
do the same with the copy. You sign, then I sign.”

Crossing her long legs, Sue frowned at her husband, “shouldn’t you
read it darling?”

David grinned at Tom, nodding in the direction of his wife, “who
wrote this shit love? I’ll do the thinking around here. Yeh, I just
sign here. Great.”

“Ok folks, thanks for that,” Tom slipped his copy into his briefcase
before clicking it shut, “now then if Davy wouldn’t mind removing his
clothes we’ll get started.”

David’s face fell. “What?”

Sue giggled, “oh Tom do you ever stop joking?”

“Joking?” Tom put on his offended face. “No, no. Firstly we must
prevent him playing with himself. How else is he going to concentrate
on his new role?”

The blood drained form David’s face. “Now look Tom what have you got
in mind?”

Tom rummaged through one of the bags before plucking out a small
brown cardboard container about half the size of a shoe box. “Come on
Davy the quicker you do it the quicker we can move on.”

David looked at his wife, “Sue?”

She smiled uncertainly. She knew this brute of a man was teasing her
husband but the alcohol washed away any remorse she may have felt.
“Let’s just see what he does hey darling?”

Her response seemed so reasonable that David rose, unbuttoning his
shirt. He never felt comfortable changing before others, he hated
sports lessons in school with the ritual of stripping before all his
school mates. “I know you Tom,” he said sucking air in through his
teeth. “I bet this is some silly joke. Maybe I do spend a little too
much time doing you know what, and that sort of thing. Maybe I could
cut down.”

Tom knew that he couldn’t betray any sign of pleasure in the
humiliation of David’s before the eyes of his wife. That would give
the game away. Plans have to be processed one small step at a time.
Sue was the sort of woman who had to be drunk before she would let
herself go. A sober Sue equalled a boringly uptight suburban
housewife but many times he noticed how her defences washed away
under the guidance of alcohol. He noted with satisfaction that a
bitchy smile played on her lips. She had raised her fingers over her
mouth in a school girl attempt at hiding her pleasure in seeing her
husband’s plight.

David placed his shirt near his socks before undoing the tops of his
trousers. “Is this really necessary Tom?”

“Won’t take a second Davy.”

David dropped his pants and stepped awkwardly out of them.
“Satisfied?”

“Nearly. And the boxers. Sorry but honestly you’ll have them back on
in a jiff!”

Without meeting either of their eyes he pulled his underwear down to
his ankles and plucked them off. For a moment he stood, head bowed
gathering his underpants over his genitals.

“Ok come here,” snapped his former boss pointing at the carpet
before him.

His mouth dried as he stepped into the required position leaving him
standing between Tom’s long thick legs.

“Just hold your hands behind your back Davy.” Tom had to bite his
tongue to prevent himself from laughing at the predicament of his
former lazy employee. “Great now then according to the instructions I
pass the belt about your waist like this and secure it tightly at the
rear with these clips. “Good how does that feel?”

David felt the constriction of aluminium and leather grip his body.
He mumbled, “ok, a bit tight.”

“It’s meant to be.” Now then if you just move your hands,” he
replied holding up a long missile shaped cage about three inches long
and two inches wide.

David swallowed as he felt his penis shrivel under the pressure of
Tom’s thumb and forefinger.

“Oh dear, it’s a bit too large. Says here that the fit has to be
tight. But don’t worry, they have sent us a variety of sizes for the
penis sheath so let us try the next one down, er, medium size.”

Once again David felt the cold sliver of the cage slip over his penis.

“Na, too big again. Lets see the next size down, er, small.” Tom
pulled his mouth down in surprise. “Well if it has to be small then
small it is.”

David closed his eyes as he heard his wife splutter a giggle behind
her hand.

“Well what do you know small is still too large. Lets try the last
one, which is labelled, let me see, oh yes, tiny. Lets hope the tiny
one isn’t too big Davy I don’t know what we’ll do then.”

David wanted to scream out ‘just get on with it.’ But when he felt
the cosier fit of the cage around his penis and heard a lock snapped
shut he sighed with relief.

Tom turned on the sofa to face Sue, “there you are, you have a
husband with a tiny fitting when it comes to male chastity devices.”

“Ok Tom I think you’ve made your point,” she giggled. “It’s always
been fine for me.”

David swallowed thank God she had said that. He wanted to speak out,
defend his manhood but how could he if his fitting was merely ‘tiny’?

“Good now then,” Tom fiddled with the cage, “this anchors to the
front of the belt and then these chains connect here at the base of
the cage and run between your legs. Er, spread your legs there’s a
good boy.”

“Look,” David kept his eyes tightly shut, unable to look at Tom. “I
think this is all unnecessary. I’ll turn over a new leaf. I promise.”

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Just twist around
so your back is to me. Yes that’s the idea Davy now spread those
thighs so I can pass these chains between them.”

His feet stepped apart as he feebly attempted to generate some
moisture in his parched mouth.

“Wider please.”

“Oh Tom!” Admonished Sue playfully. “Come on now.”

“Just so I can reach through with these,” Tom replied as innocently
as he could.

David spread his legs wide.

“Good boy well done, now these fix to the rear of the belt like so.
We can then adjust them to tighten the fit.”

“Ooh,” David cried out.

“Don’t worry it may be uncomfortable for a little while. There and
now the lock is attached here at the small of the back preventing any
type of tampering. Clever huh? Go and show Sue your new body
jewellery.”

Feeling crushed into obedience with his eyes averted David wandered
to where Sue sat, legs crossed in her arm chair.

“What do you reckon?” demanded Tom.

“I er don’t know what to say. I don’t think he’s getting out of that
any time soon. Where did you get it Tom?”

As an aficionado of married women he had come across a few who got a
kick out of witnessing the cuckold predicament of their husbands.
Amazingly some of these cuckolds threw themselves willingly into
their position. One of these men enthusiastically begged to be placed
in such a device showing Tom where they could be purchased cheaply.
It had long been Tom’s ambition to enjoy the glorious feeling of
placing an unwilling married man into such a demeaning predicament.
Somehow the fun of having willing victims soon peters out.

Of course he could hardly tell his new prey, Sue, of his hobbies, so
he simply rattled off a rehearsed lie, “oh travelling abroad opens
your eyes to many strange customs.”

“So I see.”

“Ok send him back to me,” Tom said curtly.

David opened his eyes and stared down at his bemused wife. What did
Tom mean ‘send him to me’? Why didn’t he just call him back to the
sofa?

Sue cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows, “er David would you
please go back to Tom.”

In shock David obediently returned to the sofa.

“Ok Davy you can put your boxers back on now.

For the first time David looked down at the contraption that held
his penis firmly down between his legs. Whereas he expected to see
his manhood sticking out from his body he now saw just a flash of the
aluminium cage. He swallowed as he remembered it was the ‘tiny’
aluminium cage. A short strip of shiny metal ran up to the aluminium
catch at the front with no sign of any connection. The key to the
lock hidden at the small of his back was the only means of release.

He stepped into his boxers slowly, fearful that he would stumble
over and provide Tom with further merriment.

“And here’s your uniform” He held up a shiny white blouse that David
recognised with horror.

“But that’s the girl’s uniform in the shops!”

“And very smart it is. Don’t you recall saying how the staff ought
to sign a contract ensuring they wore our outfit to guarantee they
were always smart?”

David brushed his palm over his long hair feeling a layer of sweat
on his scalp. “No, no. That was for office girls.”

Tom picked up David’s copy of the contract. “Let me see…” he
flipped over a couple of pages and then he smiled, “here it is. ‘The
employee shall at all times wear the travel office uniform’. Oh dear,
and no mention of it applying only to girls I’m afraid. Not that you
would expect such sexist nonsense in these modern times.”

David swallowed hard, “it clearly applies to girls. Look how see
through and smooth it is.”

“We can’t be chauvinistic about such matters. You know the law these
days. Sue gave me your sizes so it ought to fit. Try it on.” The last
words were spoken firmly enough for David to moan with defeat.

David took the garment and slipped it up his arms, pulling it tight
around his chest. It hung loose where the shirt expected breasts and
cut into the waist before flaring out at the top of his hips. The
silk material felt slippery over his body.

Tom laughed as he turned to Sue, “it’s a good thing Davy here
insisted on trousers for the staff rather than a skirt!”

Sue giggled feeling only slightly shamefaced at taking delight in
her husband’s clear discomfort. “He always thinks girls look sexy in
tight trousers. He loves their arses.”

“So,” Tom held up the black chinos.

David stepped into them. At least Tom would be leaving soon and he
would be able to redress in men’s clothes. “Ah!” David said
jubilantly as the bias cut chino’s reached his hips. “Look the zip is
at the side. No good for me.”

“How so?” Tom raised his eyebrows feigning confusion.

“Well how do I pee?”

“Let me see,” Tom rubbed his chin as if in deep thought. “Now then
where is your willy when you are wearing your chastity belt?”

David hung his head and whispered, “pushed back between my legs”

“So in other words you could not pee into a urinal standing up.
You’ll have to sit down from now on, like the other office girls.”

David looked at his wife, his bottom lip quivering. “Sue. Please.”

Her face wrinkled with concern as she sat forward. Years of
suffering put downs balanced out her sympathy. She wondered who now
looked like ‘a silly bimbo’, David’s favourite putdown for her.
“Listen darling I know it’s difficult for you right now. But a few
days of good housework will perhaps change your attitude. Honestly I
just can’t go on working ten hour days and then coming back to all
this.”

“Great. So zip up and belt up,” Tom announced.

David pulled the small zip up over his hip feeling the garment
constrict about his hips and backside before flattening at the front.
He pulled the narrow ladies belt tight discovering it difficult to
buckle as it came from the ‘ladies side’.

“Excellent. Now the shoes.” He said seriously as he held up the slim
elegant dark shoes. “It’s a good thing the girls insisted on low
heels. I think you had been arguing for heels.”

David snatched the shoes from his tormentor as an act of defiance,
though to Tom and Sue it appeared little more than petulant.

With the shoes slipped on he stood before them attired as a travel
office girl. Feeling self-conscious he wanted to place his hands in
his pockets but of course nothing as practical as pockets decorated
this stylish outfit.

“Happy now?” David asked archly.

“Nearly,” Tom said slipping his hands into another bag and producing
the firm’s long navy cap similar to that worn by an air hostess.
“I am not wearing that!” David said defiantly once again looking for
a place to put his hands, which eventually settled on his hips.

Sue shook her head, “I think that’s going too far.”

Tom widened his eyes innocently. “I think you’ll find it’s the law.
You are going to be cooking aren’t you?”

David looked red faced at Sue who nodded back to him. “I suppose so
yes.”

Tom offered the cap. “Then here you are. Food and hygiene
regulations insist. I can’t have an employee breaking the law can I?
Head covering to be worn at all times by members of staff involved
with food preparation.” It sounded good, it sounded right, it sounded
legal, it may even truly exist on the statute books, but Tom had
simply made it up.

Fifteen minutes later they were saying their goodbyes to Tom and
David was still wearing his cap.

As soon as the front door closed David threw the hat to the ground
and tore at the little buttons on his blouse.

“Be careful,” Sue shouted.

“Well this is insane. Girls clothes! Pah. If he thinks I am going to
mince around all day with a vacuum cleaner wearing all this he’s
mistaken! And you weren’t very supportive! Right little cow you were
tonight. Always said you were a bimbo and you proved it tonight! Now
give me the key!”

Sue’s cheeks burnt. She hated being spoken to like that, especially
by a man who had just let himself be humiliated before his own wife.
“What key?” She asked, keeping her eyes innocently wide open.

“What key?” David pulled down the hip zip on his slacks feeling the
material release about his hips. “The key to this fucking chastity
belt device!”

“I don’t like being sworn at like this!”

“Don’t you? Well give me the fucking key!” David shot a hand out
towards his wife and glared at her.

Sue licked her lips and glanced up at the ceiling. “Actually he
didn’t leave me with a key.” She marched passed him. “I’ll bring it
home tomorrow night.”

“What. For fucks sake. Didn’t you think to get a key from him?
Jesus, what a bimbo!”

Sue stopped half way up the stairs and swung around. “Didn’t you
think to ask him for the key? After all it is you who is in this
predicament not me. Isn’t that so?”

“Well I er…” Sometimes she could throw an argument back at him
that floored him. Usually his response was a wave of the hand and a
‘whatever’ but by the time he had gathered his senses he heard the
bedroom door slam. He cursed his stupid bimbo wife again.

An exhilarated Tom drove home with his aching penis expanding in his
trousers. He now had only one problem to be answered: which of the
many rapacious wives he shagged would benefit from a visit from his
aching dick.

4
Monday.

David stood sleepily in the kitchen doorway, his long hair
dishevelled, scratching at the itch at his groin. His wife wearing
the sexiest of tight skirts stands in the kitchen near the table with
a pen in her hand, her sandal heel hanging off her upturned foot.

“I thought you’d be up a bit earlier this morning,” Sue said,
bending over her list and wriggling her bulging arse at him. Checking
her watch she scribbles faster. “I see no reason why you can’t get
these chores done today.”

“I had a rotten night. I’ve been desperate to play with it.” He rubs
at his groin through his pyjama bottoms. “It’s torture. Make us a tea
before you go will you?”

Without rising Sue looks back over her shoulder, her blue eyes
burning in his direction.

He shakes his head peevishly. “Oh, all right then don’t bother. I’ve
been randy all night. You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Don’t I?”

David smiled knowingly before hugging his wife. “I thought so baby.
You missed me as much as I missed you.”

Stiffening in his embrace Sue takes a step back holding up the hand
written list. “So maybe Tom’s idea will work. If I were you I’d get
started pretty quickly.”

He took the list from her laying it on the kitchen work surface
before reaching out to hold her again.

“Some of us haven’t got time for this sort of thing. Tom will be
wanting me in his office by nine thirty.”

“Ha don’t worry. I never got in until eleven, after twelve some days.”

Sue snatches her handbag, “so I’ve heard!”

“Listen. How about some sympathy? I had to sit down on the toilet to
pee this morning. Do you know how degrading that is for a man?”

“Let’s hope you don’t have to get used to it.”

Moments later he watched her car tear away from the drive and
grinned. He immediately set about completing his own list.

Unable to sleep properly due to the unquenched randiness between his
legs he had mentally drawn up his own plans for today. Firstly there
would be an attempt to get out of the chastity belt. He laid out his
tools on the bed examining himself in the full length wardrobe
mirror. The aluminium shone exotically around his hips and between
his legs.
He took the metal snips and attempted to push the scissor blade
between his flesh and the belt. “Ow!” Twice he tried and twice he
succeeded only in stabbing himself. Ok, so no way could it be cut
away from his body without doing himself an injury.

Next he raised the bolt cutters and turned so that he was looking
over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror. The belt met the
two shiny metal bands that spread from between his legs around his
buttocks to the sides of the belt. There at the small of his back lay
the tiny lock, little more than a slight protuberance that could only
be seen if he twisted at an angle.

Holding the cutters over his shoulders and down his spine, with
every action reversed in the mirror it was only with difficulty and
cursing he could he align the cutters over the tiny lock. But every
time he tried to close the handles to snip off the security device
the cutters simply slid effortlessly over the clasp.

“What kind of mad man designs a contraption like this?”

Plan one was dead in the water. He moved his silky office uniform
still hanging over the wardrobe door to one side so he could retrieve
his golf clubs from the rear of the cupboard.

Plan two was to see if he could still play golf in the contrivance
to which the answer was a joyful yes. As tight and unyielding as the
belt was it offered no encumbrance to any fierce golfing swings, or
to delicate putting. He could even manage big fairway shots.

Laying out his jeans and sweat shirt, and with one last laugh at the
tunic, hanging on the wardrobe, he dressed and drove to the gold
course for his golfing instruction from the pro. Susan’s wages would
be well spent on lessons with the very best tutor the club could
offer.

Sue was also taking instructions from a ‘pro’, and his were sharper
and more pertinent:

“Don’t argue with staff.”

“Oh I won’t,” Sue exclaimed. She always avoided confrontation of any
description. “So what do I do then? You know if someone starts
arguing with me?”

“You give your instruction without raising your voice and then walk
off. If they try and challenge you,” Tom said stuffing a chicken and
tomato sandwich into his mouth, “you calmly repeat the instruction.
You never say: ‘oh please could you move that box from a to b’. You
say ‘shift the box from a to b’. You never say ‘can you do it by
home’ time ‘cos it’ll never get done. You want it done now. You make
eye contact and if you think you’re losing the eye contact game you
shake your head and say ‘give it a rest will yer. Just do what you’re
told and life will be a lot easier’.”

Sue nodded delicately picking at her own tuna sandwich. “Its just
that, you know, I feel, I am just not cut out to be the dominate one.
You know dishing out orders,” she hunched her shoulders and giggled
apologetically.

Tom spat out a piece of chicken as he replied with incredulity,
“it’s a game. You have two people. You say to one you are the boss
you say to the other you are staff. And Sue, you, you are the boss.
Don’t take any shit!”

Sue sat up straight and smiled. She was the boss. She liked that. In
fact she had spent much of her life taking shit from anyone who
dished it out. “Ok,” she smiled. “I am the boss.”

“You got it. So when you get home don’t forget that David is a
member of staff.”

She giggled, “I don’t think he’ll accept that somehow.”

“He’ll be in his uniform and in his place. I expect you to sort it.
Just do what you’re told, he’ll do what you tell him and life will be
a lot simpler.”

“Yes Tom!”

Then he winked and she giggled, “yes I do what I am told!” For the
first time in her life she actually got a joke.

As soon as she left his office Tom rang all the travel shops to bark
out a single command, “you listen to my new manager or you face me.
Got it?”

5

Sue drove home that night wearing a serene, comfortable smile. She
had been in charge. She laid down the instructions in each shop in
turn and watched with delighted satisfaction as the girls jumped to
obey her.

Now she couldn’t wait to get David out of his chastity belt and into
bed. As she drove into her street her smile grew wider but froze on
her lips as soon as she saw her drive. His car was missing!

Inside the house she had to use the hallway wall for support. She
could see that the kitchen still had the cups and dishes piled up
from her breakfast.

Never before had she felt such rage. He was taking advantage of her
just as Tom had warned would happen if she was soft with staff. ‘Make
‘em know whose boss from the off,’ he had cajoled her, ‘you can never
win back lost respect!’

David bounced in minutes later to find Sue statue like in the middle
of the kitchen.

“Hey love. Good day in the office? Fetch us a beer will yer?” He
dumped his club bag in the hall where it immediately fell over with
clubs and golf balls exploding over the carpet.

She turned on her heels to glare at him.

In turn he lustfully devoured her legs before smirking: “‘cos I have
had a day up there in heaven. I beat three blokes, one after the
other and holed the fifth in three. Now what do you reckon on that!
Hey what’s wrong babe? You look like Mike Tyson after someone’s
called him a sissy.”

She heard Tom’s voice echoing in her mind; ‘never get into
arguments, never get angry, just be firm’. “David? What happened?”
her voice quivered but remained calm.

“I told you. I was Tiger Dave the scourge of the golf course!”

“And the dishes?” She picked up the list from where David had
dropped it that morning. “The chores?”

“Hey no odds babe. I’ll sort all that out. A few minutes, no more.
No problemo.”

“Oh and dinner tonight?”

“Hey I’ll get some pizzas delivered. It’s no big deal. Relax will
you?”

She raised the list, “and the other tasks? Have you done anything?”

He snatched the paper from her, laying it back on the counter.
“Tomorrow! It’ll wait.”

Wrapping his arms around her body he felt her warm breasts crush
into his chest. Having not even been able to masturbate since the
previous day he became so aroused his head span.

She permitted him to kiss her neck and nibble her ear feeling
herself gaining full control of the situation. “And what do you
propose we do while we wait for the pizzas?”

“I knew I’d win you round to taking my monster dick!”

“Uhm? Monster dick?” She remained still, her mouth pursed into an
‘o’ shape as he pecked at her neck and cheeks. “Which fitting has
your boss installed on your willy? Was it the medium size one?”

“Oh I can’t remember,” he stopped kissing her neck and ran his hand
over her rounded, firm backside filling out her tight skirt. “You are
sex on a stick.”

“No, it wasn’t medium. Was it the small?” She asked in a sing song
voice as if seeking the right term from a child.

“Hey what are you saying?” He winced but was determined to take
control of the situation. Was he not man of the house? He led her
upstairs by her hand. “Come on I’ll show you how big it is.”

“Ah yes I remember. Tiny. You take the tiny size.” She watched him
with great satisfaction as he grimaced with embarrassment.

No longer being able to meet her eyes he wandered into the bedroom
undoing his shirt. Suddenly he wasn’t feeling so amorous. Why did she
have to mention that business about him taking the ‘tiny’ fitting?

“Remove all your clothes darling,” she said firmly.

“Hey babe I love it when you play at being dominant,” he laughed.

She raised her eyebrows as she released the buttons on her blouse
letting the thin material billow around her white lacy bra.

He hopped out of his pants with his tongue hanging out, “wow, you
look stunning!”

“Thank you David. ” She released the hook at the rear of her skirt,
pulling down the zip as she wriggled free.

“Stockings and suspenders!” he shouted with joy. “You’ve thought of
everything.” He stood expectantly before her wearing only his boxers
but his smile quickly faded. “You wore them to work? You wore
stockings and suspenders under a short skirt? With that letch boss of
yours?”

“Boss of ‘ours’. And those too,” she commanded waggling a finger at
his underwear.

He nodded and with his face glowing red he pulled them down
revealing the shameful strip of metal and leather about his waist
hooked to the chastity belt between his legs.

“Oh babe!” He grabbed her and, despite being the same height, threw
her down onto the bed where she spread her body languidly beneath
him. “The key babe,” he said hoarsely through his deep breaths.

“The key?” She arched her eyebrows, propping herself up on her
elbow. “But you haven’t completed your chores have you?”

He stopped kissing her shoulder, feeling a cold shiver tickle his
spine. “Eh?”

“David, don’t you remember what your boss told you?”

“Yeh, I know,” he said hoarsely. “But you know I just ran out of
time. I’ll sort it tomorrow.”

“Then you can get released tomorrow.”

“What!” He knelt up, straightening his back, his eyes shinning with
anger. “Get the fucking key.”

This was her first week as boss and this was the first member of
staff who had challenged her. ‘No arguing with staff,’ Tom had
warned. “Sorry David. There would be no point in employing people to
do jobs if they didn’t do them.” She smiled sympathetically. “And
where would we end up if we paid people before they did their work?
Now then David be a good boy. Emptying the dishwasher was first on
your list.”

His eyes glistened with tears. “Babe you don’t know how frustrated I
am. Give me a break.”

“How selfish of you,” she replied evenly. “Don’t you think I feel
frustrated too? Or don’t I matter?”

He rubbed impotently at the unforgiving metal securing his penis.
“Look stay here. It’ll take me two minutes to get that empty.”

He leaped from the bed but was caught in the doorway by Sue’s
quietly spoken instruction. “You aren’t going to forget your uniform
are you?”

David looked from her to the humiliating office girl’s tunic still
hanging over the wardrobe door. The uniform he had ordered and
insisted the staff wore at all times. “Oh come on now. Surely I don’t
…”

Sue lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling, letting her
stockinged legs rasp together. “The final item on the list was to
make dinner, that best move up the list to second, I’m hungry. Call
me down when it’s ready.”

He drew on his boxers and then the hated smooth blouse and slacks
with one eye on his sexy wife.

She laid on the bed in her sexy white underwear her fingernails
trailing sensuously over her stocking tops. He felt his mouth dry out
and his dick fill the tube, the ‘tiny tube’.

“But not the shoes hey babe? I mean I think Tom was just having a
bit of fun with those.”

“No David, I think the shoes are a vital part of the uniform don’t
you? So get them on and let me take a good look at you.”

Sheepishly he slipped into the shoes and stood before her.

To his chagrin she laughed. “Oh David. Now do you see how important
it is to do as you are told? By now we could have been eaten dinner
and who knows what else would have followed.”

“Yes love, sorry I …”

She waved a hand at him. “You have a lot of chores ahead of you this
evening so get on with it.”

“Erm yes, er Sue. Yes. Of course.”

As soon as she heard his footsteps heading down the stairs she
placed her hand between her damp thighs and groaned. Images of the
powerful figure of Tom filled her senses as she drifted hazily
between heaven and hell until her orgasm threw her into violent
spasms.

END

Surely David won’t let his bimbo wife get one over on him. In the
next episode David fights back – but so do Sue and Tom.

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