The Hotel Transform Stories

Thank you to Timothy Reisling Betticut who has kindly illustrated poor
Terrance’s plight to help us appreciate his mortification.

Send not to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee (gulp).

Part One

1.

Now Terrance is a smart kind of guy. Not that everyone knows it,
despite his frequent attempts at making an impression.

So smart is he that he has worked out a means to take whole days off
from his office in order to indulge his one true passion.

He is so smart he has his gorgeous wife Elaine’s head in a spin. He
never tells her he loves her, and makes love to her once a month,
maybe, if she has been suitably good.

He is so smart that no one would suspect what his one true passion is.
Not even the ever trusting Elaine.

Because no one is as smart as Terrance.

We join him on the day when his life gets turned upside down.

It is his special ‘indulgence day’. He allows himself one ‘indulgence
day’ every week. So he sits in the car just off the tee junction of
the suburban houses. Watches, waits. Elaine drives off to work, late
and in a panic as usual. He tuts and shakes his head. Why can’t she be
as smart as he? It is all down to preparation.

When her car burns around the corner to the main road, he counts to
fifteen and then returns home.

No one would guess. He is too smart. He hauls down the hefty suitcase
from the loft. ‘Don’t go in there Elaine,” he often reminds her,
“spiders the size of small dogs!”

Now Elaine is scared of spiders despite being quite tall, 5’8″ and
loves wearing heels whereas Terrance is only 5’5″. In fact despite her
looks not many men dated her at college. She put it down to her height
but Terrance knew that there was nothing more intimidating to most men
than a beautiful girl – not that he ever told her of course. Her
insecurity intensified her need for him.

He opens the case and takes out the neatly ironed and laundered
frillies. He is excited just feeling their silky sheen. He holds up a
tiny pair of diaphanous panties to the light and it catches his
breath.

The curtains are drawn across all windows from which he might be seen
- but some curtains are left open. If all were closed it would look
suspicious and Terrance is too smart for that. His car is parked in a
lane a hundred yards away from his front door. No one would suspect he
is home.

He smiles at his own canniness.

Terrance lays out a few more items: stockings, heels, tights, bras.
All the paraphernalia he so lovingly stores.

Finally the corset. That is a little heavier than the other items. It
needs to be. It will hold in his waist and flush out his hips and
breasts. Even so it is black, shrouded in feminine lace with elegant
suspenders decorating its lower edges. His pride and joy.

He sighs as he palms it flat.

Finally he reaches into the case and plucks the series of chains,
handcuffs, and sundry bondage gear. This includes his favourite neck
attire which jingles invitingly as he places it on the bed.

But Terrance is a clever man. No keys can be seen.

That is because they are all hidden away, safely, in the inside
pockets of the corset. They will never be lost. After each session,
every single key is carefully dropped into the various compartments
within the garment, all ready to await the next indulgence.

Now is the time to take them from their hiding place to meticulously
lay them across the dressing table surface. Each one carefully
positioned so that even with his hands cuffed securely behind his back
he can grab the keys and begin his escape.

The handcuff key is the most essential element, a small but heavy
device. Far weightier than the others. Thus clever Terrance can pull
it from the ledge and weigh it in his hands, knowing it to be the
correct one for the cuffs. An important factor when it gets dark or he
is blind folded.

So to begin at the beginning: fastidious, subtle makeup. The eyes, the
lips, a little around the cheeks. Nothing too tarty. ‘Terri’ is not a
tart, unless excited. And the one thing that excites Terri is being
helplessly secured in one of her beloved outfits.

Now the short cropped dark wig. It used to be blond but Terri decided
that dark auburn was a better match for her colouring. Terrance
agrees. He had purchased a long blond wig. But once he put it on to
become Terri it was apparent that it was just not right for her.

Fortunately he has never needed to shave, apart from his legs and
chest. His body is a as smooth as a babies bum.

Elaine puts up with it. “I would prefer you to be a little more
hairy,” she pleads when watching him shave.

“No Elaine.” Clever Terrance has his reasons lined up like pool balls.
“My swimming benefits from a smooth hairless body.” Terrance is a
regular attendee of his towns swimming group. Not the most competitive
of people by nature but swimming does keep his figure in trim.

Yes Terrance has designed his entire life to square up to his
favourite indulgence.

The steel alloy chastity belt is designed for ‘male girls’. It has a
metallic sleeve that holds his penis between his legs. This is fixed
to a smoothly shaped plate that points from the belt part down through
the legs, spreads Y shaped around his buttocks into two chains. These
chains reach up to the rear of the belt on each side of his waist. The
lock clicks home. Terrance has to close his eyes and get control. What
a wonderful feeling. His male bits taken away from him by a prison of
relentless alloyed steel, an industrial strength lock and the key that
sits third from the left on the dressing table.

With a sigh he caresses the corset up his legs, squeezing them over
the thighs and hips so that it rolls up the body. He feeds his arms
through the straps feeling the garment pull tight around him.

Now the breast forms are pushed into position at the front of the
corset.

The zip hangs awkwardly at the small of his back. But Terrance is a
smart man. A string hangs down that is just sufficient in length for
him to reach behind and wrestle the fastener up his back, wallowing in
the constriction that follows every inch travelled by the zip. When it
reaches the nape of his neck he takes one of the small locks and
threads it through the hole in the zip clasp.

That hangs open for the moment. This has to be done in order;
precision is required for the full effect to be savoured. He will lock
home the clasp later.

He sits on the bed and glances at the full length mirrors on the
wardrobe doors. For the first time that day he sees the exhilarating
image of Terri reflected wide eyed and cute in the mirror. He pouts to
enhance the effect. If Terrance is cool and thoughtful, Terri is hot
and wilful.

Black stockings for this occasion. Hold-ups with a flamboyant, lacey
decoration around their tops. Despite being hold-ups the effect would
not be complete without snapping the suspenders onto each stocking in
turn. Now when he stands everything pulls taut. From his toes to his
shoulders.

A blissful feeling of imprisonment, yet he has hardly started.

Then disaster.

Terrance knows that even the best plan can fall unstuck at any time
through any unforeseen circumstance.

The door has clanged. Elaine must have returned early.

My God.

But Terrance fights off the panic, forces down the burning libido and
coolly pulls the lock out of the zip fastener of the corset. He rolls
the corset down, pulling the stockings off with the same movement.

Naked apart from the chastity belt.

He tidies up the keys. Wraps a towel around himself. All his prized
clothing stuffed unceremoniously into the suitcase, which in turn is
kicked under the bed in a cacophony of scraping case, bells, and
chains.

If Elaine is stopping off work, (maybe she is ill?), then he will dash
into the shower room and lock the door while he removes the make up.
If she is passing through, (forgotten something perhaps?), then he
will bide his time. He can remain in the toilet and if challenged
engineer plan number one: car in the garage for service, he in the loo
as he is poorly. Terrance has thought of everything.

No sound. He holds his breath.

Beat.

Nothing. He ventures to the staircase balustrade and warily peers over
it.

Silence. The silence of an empty house.

In wig, make up and towel he descends the staircase, stopping half way
down. Just enough to fly back up to safety should his wife appear.
“Elaine?” tentative. “Elaine,” more firmly. “Elaine!”

Nothing. He then sees how even the wisest of planners can come to
grief. On the carpet of the hallway is a large package forced through
the letterbox. Of course! It was simply the postman delivering a hefty
package.

A cautious check downstairs reveals his appraisal to be, (yet again),
correct.

He laughs at himself. Just goes to show how even the best strategists
can be unsettled by nothing at all.

And of course there was never any real danger. His precautions and
preparations are exact.

Now he is in a rush. He is wearing the corset and stockings within a
minute of entering the bedroom. The strappy heels next. Bringing their
straps shut with the tinniest of locks, but also secure. For the
psychology of what he requires demands that the locks are made of only
the most toughened, most durable of metals. It must be inescapable.
The shoes can not be removed without the key.

With the heels in place, next comes the maid’s dress. The delicious
high necked outfit with the flaring A line skirt. The zip of it is
tugged up by its own short length of string.

The lock from the corset zip then passes through the tightened zip of
the dress. Again it is left undone. There is more to be added before
that most useful of locks is clicked home.

First the apron. A feminine concoction of shimmering white lace with
frills that flowers into a peak over his shoulders before joining the
back as a large decorative bow.

Now the maid’s cap. Neatly pinned to the apex of the wig.

Nearly complete.

The rush of blood is thundering through his head. His engorged penis
fills its plastic unrelenting, compartment between his legs.

He steps in to the black panties he had held up to the light all that
time ago.

Now the ankle restraints. Eighteen inches of tiny tinkling chain link
them as they are locked into place.

This is the dreamy part. If it was not for the chastity belt he would
come as soon as he picks it up. A black leather collar decorated with
velvet, ending in two rings. He pulls it around his neck hearing the
bell clanking lusciously. The bell is set on a small steel bar no more
than a few millimetres, but enough to keep it away from his neck and
ensure it rings continuously whenever he moves.

He holds the collar’s two rings together at the nape of his neck. Now
at last he can feed the lock that has already passed through the two
zips, one on the corset and one on the maid’s dress through the twin
rings and

Click.

Such a small sound, but one that gives so much pleasure.

Terri falls to her knees before the full length mirrors of the
wardrobe deliberately rubbing her stocking thighs together.

If he could, he would cum there and then.

His mind is blown away into another land. A land of exciting
submission.

Breathing hard, he takes the penis gag from the case and with shaking
hands drags it around his cheeks. A small lock clicks. He is well
practised with these locks behind his head.

Gagged.

He sucks and nibbles on the intruder in his mouth. Tasting its plastic
finish.

Finally trembling hands pull the bracelet of the handcuffs over his
right wrist. His hands go behind his back pulling blindly at the cuffs
until the other wrist is caught shut.

No escape now. He must, must cum. But he will hold off that giddy
pleasure for as long as he can.

“Oooooh.”

Terrance’s painstaking planning means that Terri can release her pent
up ecstasy in her imprisoned humiliation.

She falls to her knees and then flat, face down on the floor. Rubbing
the carpet ineffectually with her hips. No way can she get erect, no
way can she cum. She rolls around the floor lost in a sea of rapture.

Lost, lost, lost.

Until …

She

Must

Just must!

Cum

“Ooooh.”

As she heaves herself up to her knees she catches sight the image in
the mirror. A helpless sexy maid. Bound for her mistresses’ enjoyment.

She rubs her thighs hard together and another wave crashes through her
consciousness.

She must release herself. Quickly. As she will explode.

Onto the bed, sitting opposite the wardrobe watching her every move.

Then on to her heeled feet. A few precarious steps towards the
dressing table to get the keys. The handcuff key first of course,
found to the far left for easy reaching.

Only

It

Isn’t…

There.

What!

Not only is there no handcuff key. There aren’t any keys.

Just the dressing table top. Carefully polished and empty save his
make up in its box.

When you see the unbelievable your brain simply does not respond. It
locks up. It says hang on a moment. Close eyes. Now look again. Then
it will be all right.

But when the fluttering mascara-ed eyes open the same horror awaits
them.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

He checks down to the carpet but only spies a few extra pairs of
knickers, a bunny outfit and the blond wig.

What? Must think.

He pulls at his handcuffs. Maybe he can squeeze the wrists through.

No way.

Locked tight.

He sits on the bed the bell tinkling.

Must think.

Waves of ecstasy. If only he could cum then he could think clearly.

Maybe Elaine had come home. That was it. She had seen him dressed and
was playing a silly trick on him.

No. Didn’t make sense. She would be too shocked at the sight. He knew
her too well.

Think.

He had laid them out so precisely. He could remember that. Each key in
its own place. The place reserved for each one. The handcuffs always
to the far left. The corset to the far right.

Then the door. That’s right he had thought that his wife had returned.
Cleared everything away. Cleared it away as he had trained himself.
Everything quickly in to its place. Just like his well rehearsed plan.

Everything into its place.

Everything. Including the keys.

Terri squeals. “Oh, my God!” except through the gag it sounds like:
‘Ohhhmfgggg”.

Now she knows where the keys are. They are tucked safely in their
pockets, inside the corset which is locked firmly about his body. The
corset zip locked to the maid’s dress and the bell collar.

Now Terrance is a clever man, Terri knows this. If she could call back
Terrance he could get her out of this. There is always a way forward.

Always.

If only she could cum and release the steam and tension. That way she
could think more clearly.

Think.

Yes. Terri puts her hands under her flared skirt and forces a finger
up under its waist band. The dammed apron is too tight to allow
anything but the tips of her fingers through. She wriggles them and
finally the fingers, up to the first joint, pass up to the corset. But
the corset is unyielding. There is no gap for the fingers. Besides the
pockets for the keys are above waist height. She would never reach
them.

Ah.

She collapses onto her back, the bell at her neck clinking. That
damned bell! It keeps distracting her.

As do the silky stockings around her thighs that demand to be rubbed
sensuously together.

Get a grip girl!

She sits up straight with a determined ‘humph’ chewing on the plug in
her mouth.

There must be a way.

Of course Terrance keeps the spare set of keys in his office. Didn’t
want them together as that would not be sensible. Better to keep them
apart in case a key gets damaged.

“Silly Terrance!” or “Shhhhmmmmmng!”. Terri squeals kicking her
conjoined heels in frustration.

“What do I do now!”

Her mind goes blank. Panic. Suddenly she is on the floor. Rolling
powerlessly around the carpet, tugging at the handcuffs and the ankle
restraints.

The only result was that the bell rang until she thought she was going
be deafened.

She sat up straight, her skirt flaring around her hips, her thin
knickers flat on the bristling carpet. She cried. Her hips wobbling.
He hands tight at the small of her back.

Then she felt it. A warm trickling between her legs, flooding her
knickers. Eh? She sat bolt upright. Precum. Not a torrent, more a
gush. Then another gush.

Yeugh. She was cumming into her knickers; only it was not giving her
any pleasure. It was as if her imprisoned privates were not hers. She
felt nothing other than the uncomfortable oozing stickiness. Worse, it
was utterly humiliating as she could not control it. She made to stand
up and another gust spurted out, completely soaking her knickers right
the way around to her buttocks.

Not an ounce of pleasure. She rose to her heeled feet weeping. This
was too much.

2.

The letterbox tinkled again. Terrance sat back on the bed holding his
breath.

The front door closed!

It wasn’t the letterbox!

A voice.

‘Shush!”

A woman’s voice. Heart thumping, terror. The cleaner came yesterday!
Had she returned for some reason? Oh God!

He listened intently as the blood pounded in his ear.

For a moment nothing. Had he imagined it? Then a male voice: “There’s
no one here!”

Another voice, this time feminine: shush! Then whispering.

This cannot be happening.

The male voice, deep, slow, confident. “If he were here his car would
be in the drive. You said so yourself.”

“Will you be quiet!”

Elaine!

Elaine had returned. With a man. In the middle of the day!

Terrance twisted his ear to the door with terrifying results: the bell
clanged. Shit!

“What was that?” His wife asked.

“What?”

His wife called out: “Terrance? Terrance? Are you home.”

He dares not to move. The dammed bell. He was nanoseconds from crying.
Totally helpless. Footsteps creeping up the stairs. Careful,
methodical.

“Terrance? Is that you?”

Terrance inches his way delicately towards the wardrobe. The bell
jingled lightly. No sudden movements.

The wardrobe door was open at the bed end near the wall. If he could
get there without moving too quickly mabe he could hide.

“Terrance? Mrs Watkins?”

He heard the man ask: “who’s she?”

“The cleaner. Now will you be quiet! There is definitely someone up
there.”

Inches at a time. The footsteps are already on the landing.

“You’re hearing things!”

“Will you be quiet!”

A flurry of activity. Elaine giggling. “Stop it! Ooooh no!”

Laughter from him.

His chance. He minces his way to the open door. The bell jingles, but
no clanging. Even so Elaine’s giggling would have drowned out any
noise he could have made. A step up into the wardrobe. It creaks, he
steadies himself and inches his heels around all of Elaine’s shoes.

A little stumble.

The bell clangs!

He bites the penis gag hard.

“See. Did you hear that?”

The door thumps open. The man’s voice: impatient, testy, “look.
Nothing. No one.”

Slowly, so slowly it hurts, Terrence sits down and scoots back on his
bottom until he is deep in the darkness of the wardrobe. He feels his
back go flat up against the wooden wall. He curls his heels under his
skirt. A little jingle.

“I am sure I heard something,” she says before adding,
doubtfully,”like a bell.”

“The phantom monk,” the man lets out a silly actor’s ghost laugh.

“Don’t be silly Adam.”

Adam? Who is Adam? And when will Elaine get him out of our bedroom!

It falls silent. A little clothes rustle. He hearts Elaine murmuring,
humming as if in pleasure. As if …

It cannot be!

Adam, hoarse: “I want you. I want you now.”

Slobbering kissing. The bitch! Terrance bites into his gag. The slut!
She is cheating on him. This is impossible. Where would she find a man
as intelligent as Terrance?

He hears the bed springs.

He wriggles his hips in fruitless rage. His only result is another
spurt into his sopping panties. The bell tingles a metallic warning
forcing him to keep wholly still.

This humiliation is too much!

They fucked for a good hour while he sat in his wet knickers not
daring to budge an inch.

“How was that babe?”

He listened as his wife kissed her lover lethargically. “Fantastic.”

“No one like me, huh?”

Terrance has learned to sit frozen upright at the back of the wardrobe
like a school child in a lesson taught by a severe teacher. The bell
had tingled but thankfully not really clanged.

Worse, much worse, if he wriggles too much he spurts more liquid into
his knickers.

Despair was kept at bay by the simple thought that with the two noisy
lovers finished and hopefully gone he would have time to think through
a means of escape.

By concentrating on the idea of cutting through the cuffs or reaching
the keys he was able to shut out the dreadful debasing sounds his wife
was making. He had never heard her be so noisy. Normally she was as a
quiet as a mouse during love making.

He outlined plans. Somehow he could get to his tools in the garage.
Now Terrance was a clever fellow. Smart, sharp. But he would have to
devise a means of getting to the garage without being seen. That
presented a few logistical problems. Not least the garage was cut away
from the house by a drive that ran into their backyard. Secondly the
garage faced the main street. He would have to wait until night fall,
then move as fast as his ankle restraints would allow. He shivered at
the terrible thought of being seen by his neighbours. The bell tingled
a cautionary note.

Once in the garage he would not be able to reach up to the high light
switch else he would be left fumbling around in the dark for the
hacksaw blade.

When he had the hacksaw blade he would have to cut through the chain
securing the cuffs. Problem: he had purchased the latest police cuffs.
They were guaranteed to be the hardest of steel alloys available.
Those had seemed the most exciting at the time. Now they seemed, well,
somewhat foolish. How stupid the manufacturers were to make something
so difficult to cut.

As he thought through that method of escape, being smart, he realised
that it presented too many difficulties. It had limited chance of
success. Besides the keys to the garage door were on the catch high
over the washing machine. He could never reach them.

Plan two: get scissors and cut through the garments fastened about him
and reach the keys. Problem: the keys were in the pockets about the
waist. The corset was made of thick material, interlaced with bone.
Difficult to cut, especially as it is moulded to his body with little
space to force through the blade of the scissors. Worse, of course,
the corset is locked in place by two locks. One at the small of his
back and the other at the rear of his neck holding the dress and bell
collar in place. He would have to spend a long time cutting even the
tinniest of holes. Even then he might be too far from any key which
were snugly located in tiny pockets.

Horror of horrors. Having reached the key it might be a useless one.
It was crucial to get the handcuff keys.

Why had the producers of this bondage apparel not realised the dangers
of their equipment. Terrance was certain that had he designing both
the handcuffs and the corset he would have produced an easy means of
escape.

A disturbing memory that makes him wince:

Terrance on the phone to the supplier two years previously

Supplier, (a sophisticated woman) ‘you do realise that there is no
safety catch on these handcuffs’.

Terrance, ‘my dear I have examined them fully in your catalogue and am
quite aware of the nature of the restraints. I am no fool.’

Supplier, “I am sure you are not, but you understand that once locked
you must be able to get to the key or else … ‘

Terrance, (patronising) ‘don’t you see? That is why I am buying them
from you.’ (he tried not to tut at her foolish short-sightedness).
‘Please just send them to the safe address and … ‘

Perhaps that was one time when he should have listened to others. He
closed his eyes and shook his head.

The bell clanged.

He sat in immobile silence, holding his breath.

“Did you hear that?” Elaine anxious.

“Yeh, maybe it was from outside.”

“It sounded like it was in here.”

“A bell in the house?”

“Look Adam I don’t like this. Please leave. I’ll get the place tied
up.”

“Why so worried babe. You said yourself he was a little wimp and … ”

“Will you just go!”

“All right babe.”

The sound of a kiss. Someone getting out of bed. Footsteps. Dressing.

“You ok for tomorrow evening?” he asks.

“Yes, yes. Tomorrow. Please go!”

Terrance overcomes the sensation to nod in pleasure else it disturbs
the bell. For he knew that tomorrow night was when Elaine always
attended her fitness classes. She never got back from them until
pretty late so there was no way the so called stud would be able to
see her then!

Moments later he heard the thump of the man bouncing downstairs.
“Tomorrow night babe,” he called back. The front door slammed shut.

Terrance continued to listen as the car squeals away into the
distance. Some lout his wife was shagging! No way could she care for
someone so stupid when she had him as her husband.

He heard her go pad over to the ensuite. The shower starts.

Terrance edges his way down the wardrobe floor towards the open door
and peered out. The bed was a complete mess. The quilt piled high like
a mountain. Clothes strewn all over the floor.

Then disaster.

He topples out. On his knees, hands behind his back he lost his
balance and was unable to recover before he collapsed on to the carpet
next to the bed. The bell clanging like a fire engine.

He could barely summon the courage to open his eyes. When he did he
saw her bare wet feet, red toenails, dripping wet on to the carpet. He
follows her legs up to the towel wrapped tightly about her curvaceous
body.

Elaine was a picture of total shock. Mouth hanging, eyes staring.

He twisted about to sit upright desperately trying to speak through
the gag.

“Humph, mumph, eruh.”

“What!” Elaine stepped back. “Is this a stupid prank from Adam?”

Terrence shook his head ringing the bell.

“Who are you?”

“Mmmmmmmmummmmph”

“Oh, take that stupid gag from your mouth!”

Terrance kicked his heeled feet in frustration. “Mmmmmph.” He twisted
around, the bell now freely tingling and clanging, showing her his
manacled wrists.

“Oh my God we must call the police!”

“Nnnnnnagh. Naaagh!”

He shook his head wildly.

“But hasn’t a burglar done this to you?”

How could she be so dim? Terrance was beside himself with anger,
stamping his heels into the carpet.

“Not a burglar?”

He nodded his head, feeling relieved.

“So did Terrance do this to you?”

Ha! That was it. Yes! Brilliant. Now he was thinking ahead. He quickly
nodded his head. “Eeeegh”

Elaine puckered her lips and stamped her foot. “The bastard. No wonder
he never wants sex with me. You tramp!”

She kicks the helpless figure before her. “Do you know the meaning of
marriage! Of fidelity?”

Was she sick in the head? What had she been up to only minutes before?

Terrance curls up, the bell clanging.

She looks down at the crumpled quilt and squeezes her nose in painful
realisation.

“Well all right. Yeh. But look at you. Perverted tramp! Where is he?”

Ha now that was a hard one. Where was Terrance? He shrugged his
shoulders.

“So he did this and left you to it?”

He nodded eagerly. This was going well. The bell tinkled, the wet
kickers were uncomfortable but the end was in sight.

Suddenly the anger lifted from her leaving her accepting and
thoughtful. He watched as Elaine pursed her lips. “I suppose I envy
you. I wish he’d played games like that with me. Then I would never
…” she looked longingly at the curtains. “He’s such an idiot!”

Terrance giggled behind the gag. He an idiot? Look at her. She had
caught him indulging in his favourite fantasy and had got hold of the
wrong end of the stick – thankfully.

“Mmm. Mmmm.” He jerked his chin up to her indicating his gag. The bell
chiming with every movement.

She sighed, threw her arm towards nothing in particular. “Oh well. All
right then. Turn around.”

He scooted around on his wet knickers so that his back was to her and
then bowed his head.

“Yikes! It is locked. He has locked it on you. And those are
handcuffs. Hells teeth, he has more imagination than I have given him
credit for.”

She helped the girl face back around to her: “So where does he keep
the keys?”

Ha. Problem.

“Don’t tell me he has taken them with him!”

He eagerly nodded. This is wonderful, Elaine answers every problem he
encounters.

“Hmm. Hmmm.”

“Well we are going to get you free before he returns. I’ll show him.”

Great! Terrance twisted around onto his nylon knees, then he was able
to rise and sit on the bed. He looked eagerly at Elaine waiting to be
released.

She pulled out her mobile phone from her handbag.

Oh God. She’s not going to ring the police! Or the fire service! Oh my
god.

But it was worse.

“Adam?” Elaine rolled her eyes. “Hi it’s me. No I don’t want another
shag. No thank you two orgasms are enough thank you.” She took in the
maid sitting on her bed and rolled her eyes, ‘men!’ she mouthed. “I
have a problem. Will you listen? Are you a man or an erection on legs?
Right!”

Terrance is in shock. He had never heard his wife being so forceful.

Oh no! Not her lover! Terrance leaps to his heels shaking his head.
The bell rings shrilly.

She drops a hand onto his shoulders forcing him to sit. “Don’t worry.
Adam’s all right. Shags everything in sight but he is a practical sort
of guy. You know. A good D.I.Y.er, he’ll sort you out.”

He watches wide eyed as she puts the mobile back to her ear.

Desperately he shakes his head. “hmmmmmm!”

She raised her palm to him, the phone rammed against her blond hair.
“Stop making all that noise with that stupid bell! I can’t hear myself
think! Hello? Adam? You still there. Good. Oh just a sec!”

She steps backwards from the ringing until she is outside the bedroom,
then she closes the door.

Terrance is beside himself. No, no anything but this. He could not be
seen by anyone else. Why was Elaine so stupid? He stumbled on his
heels to the door trying to get his hand around to the handle. But it
was useless, she was holding the door handle on the other side. He
leaned against the door listening with dismay to her muffled voice.

“No Adam I don’t want it yet again and I am not a slut.” He heard her
harrumph. “Please just listen. You’re like a dog on a hot day. I have
a problem here that I need help with and I need help fast before
Terrance gets back. Oh Adam, will you listen. I don’t want that. Yes,
yes, you have satisfied me like no other man. Now will you come
around? Now! Thank you!”

She opens the door with such force that Terrance is thrown to the
floor.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that, well, men, you know!”

He sat on his damp knickers shaking his head so violently the bell
still rings in his ears when he stops.

“Look don’t worry. He’s my lover. He’s hardly going to go around
shooting his mouth off about this. He’d give himself away to his
wife.” She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes in thought.
“Well maybe he would. But we don’t have any other choice. Now is there
something I can do to make you more comfortable?”

Yes! At last the silly woman had asked him a pertinent question. He
nods towards their bathroom and wriggles his hips on the carpet.

“You want the bell removed? I can’t Terrance has locked it on you.
Sorry.”

“Hummph, humph!” Again the nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

Her face opens up. “Oh! Oh yes. Sorry. Of course.”

She helps him to his feet, before leading him to the bathroom. Here
she lowers the seat with her finger tips.

He hops to the loo and reverses himself. Then he wriggles his hips and
humphed as loud as he could.

“What?” she looks down at the flared skirt. “Oh. I see.”

About time!

She delicately reaches beneath the dress and pulls his knickers down
to his ankles. As he settles down on the toilet she flares out the
skirt.

“I’ll give you a moment.”

He could see from the way in which she shook her hands as she went out
that she found the affair very distasteful. But at least he could now
pee. The belt allowed urination but only in the sitting position as
the penis points down between the legs.

He sighs through the gag as the stream goes on and on.

Minutes later he is sat on the bed with Elaine busying herself behind
his neck.

“Sorry but nothing will move. He has really put this stuff on dead
tight. But don’t worry Adam will sort you out.”

A banging on the door.

“Here is our hero,” giggles Elaine. “now don’t mind him. He’s a but of
a dinosaur when it comes to women.” She bites her bottom lip to
suppress a laugh. “I can’t wait to see his reaction when he sees you
like this!”

Terrance closes his eyes. Sometimes you can waken yourself up from a
nightmare if you really try hard.

He tries hard, really hard.

He does not wake up.

He can feel the bedspread beneath his stockinged thighs. His feet
achingly arched in their locked on heels. The soreness around his
waist form the corset. No, this was real.

And nothing was more real than the gob smacked figure that stood
towering before him. Adam was about six three, well built, pronounced
cheekbones and jaw, salt and pepper hair.

“Wowweee! Is it my birthday babe?” he grabs Elaine around the waist
but she squeezes herself free. “Now this is what I call a package. A
maid in heavy bondage. It is all my Christmas’s and all my birthdays
rolled into one!”

He snatches Elaine in his strong arms, crushing her against him while
giving her a suffocating kiss.

Terrance is outraged but as he straitens his back in anger so he
spurts into his knickers again. He stamps the floor in powerless ire.

Elaine brakes free but Terrance can see the submissive, soapy look in
her eyes. She is hot. Her voice croaky. “I think you need to
concentrate on the matter in hand and free this poor young girl.”

They keep their eyes fixed on each other until she closes hers and
steps forward for another kiss.

This is too much. Terrance leaps to his feet. “humph, humph.” The bell
clanging like a fire engine.

“Whoa babe. Get that bell!” Adam laughs. “Who did this?”

“My husband!”

“What? I thought you said he didn’t have a clue about sex! Hey babe
stop ringing that bell a sec will yer. And calm down. If your face
gets any redder it will explode.”

“Just get her out of her chains will you please Adam. Before he gets
back. He could be back at any time.”

“Ok, ok.” He grins like a wolf. “Just seems a shame. Some presents are
best left wrapped.”

“Get on with it. If you are quick we may have time for something
else!”

“Whoa! And am I in the mood having seen this!”

This! This! He was no more than an object to him. The bastard. Just
wait until the gag is removed! Someone was going to get his ears
singed.

Adam spun the bound maid around so quickly that Terrance tottered on
his heels before falling back into this so called stud’s arms. A hand
came around and squeezed his breast enhancers.

“Get a handful of that. You are one hot babe!”

“Adam! I am still in the room.”

“Sorry Elaine. Its just that, you know, what is a man to do with
this?”

“Free her?”

Terrance felt the beast flatten his groin up against his backside.
Vainly he tries to wriggle free but stops statue like when he becomes
aware of what his movements are inducing. Terrance feels shock. An
erection! He has given a man an erection. He wriggles his arse deeper
into his captor’s groin testing the effect. What power!

Suddenly he is pushed forward and a terrific slap to his backside
follows. “Don’t get too hot now babe. Plenty of time later!”

“Adam!”

“Threesome darling, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Perhaps I am not up for a threesome.”

“You’ll love it. You’ll see. Now then let’s take a look at the gag. So
we don’t have any keys?”

“No, I think Terrance has taken them with him. Left her in this
appalling state.”

Adam laughed. “Whoa get a load of this lock on the collar!”

Elaine advanced. “What?”

“Scandinavian Grade 5. That’s all!”

“So?”

“Only means they are the toughest locks in the world. They are made of
an alloy that guarantees they cannot be drilled or sawn through. It is
an alloy of steel and … ”

“Forget the lecture I just want this tramp out of my bed room!”

Tramp! He fidgets tinkling the maddening bell. If she did not say such
stupid things then he would not be ringing the bell. Why had he
married someone so daft!

“Come on Adam. I thought you were mister ‘know all’. How do we get her
out of that before Terrance gets home?”

“Two possibilities.”

Relief floods through Terrance. A cool spring from head to toe. Two
possibilities the man said.

“And they are?”

“One. We get the keys from your husband.”

“Brilliant. I can see why all the girls go for you! And number two?”

“We pick the lock.”

“Good. Go on then.”

“Me?”

“Well you don’t think that I can pick a lock do you?”

“Just calm down. You two are hotter than a piece of stake on a
barbecue. Cool your buns.”

“Just tell me Adam. Can you pick locks?”

Terrance chews on his gag.

“Yes.”

Phew! Terrance feels light headed. Soon be over.

“Well go on then.”

“Ha well. Two problems.”

“Adam!”

“Patience babe. Enjoy the show. You’d pay good money for a video with
this in it.”

There was the word ‘this’ again. An object, an animal, a pet. ‘This’.

“I wouldn’t!” Elaine replies.

“Speaking of which where do you keep your camera?”

“Adam! Two problems. Concentrate. What are they?”

“How can I concentrate when I have this vision before me? Ha yes,
problem number one is that I need lock picks.”

“Where do you get them?”

“Any locksmith. But you need a story to tell.”

“And problem number two?”

He waves his hand. “We’ll talk about that when you get back.”

“Me? Why don’t you go!”

Adam softens, gently taking Terrance’s wife’s hand. “Babe, have I got
to do the thinking for both of us. What are the neighbours going to
say if they keep seeing me go in and out of here when hubbie isn’t
home? Eh? Every time I go through that door I risk being seen. Right?”

Elaine doubtful. “I suppose so.”

“So you get the lock picks. Now ask for a ‘master set’. You don’t want
the small set. The cuffs and ankle restraints have different locks to
the gag. We’ll need a good selection.”

“Master set.” Elaine repeated. “Ok so what do I say?”

Adam laughs. “Tell him you’re blond! You’ve locked your boss out of
his office and a friend can open the door!”

“Not all blonds are stupid Adam!” She replies huffily.

He looks from his blond flustered lover to the bound agitated maid.
“Oh. Maybe you are right. She ain’t blond and look at the mess she has
gotten herself in to! Hair colour does not define a bimbo.” He
gleefully raises Terrance’s chin, “does it babe?”

“Humph, humph!” The bell clangs as Terrance desperately wants to point
out that he is cleverer than all around him. Everyone knew that! He
looks to his wife for a fight back. He once called her a bimbo before
they got married and she hit the roof.

Instead she lowers her eyes, smiles coyly and blushes like a school
girl. “What can I do with you?” She asks as she approaches him for a
kiss.

“I’ll tell you when we get her free!” He slaps her arse hard. “Now you
get going and take your time. Don’t get stopped by the police for
speeding or park in a restricted area. You don’t want to have to
explain anything to the police. They’ll see through any lies. So take
you time.”

Elaine’s eyes narrow. She looks from Adam to the bound maid.

“You haven’t got all day to think this through babe. Either you get
the picks or we say hello hubbie!”

Finally: “I suppose you are right.”

“As always babe!”

Adam leads her through the bedroom door where Terrance can hear them
kissing. At last he hears her heels descending the stairs and then the
front door slam shut.

Adam returns to the room, a man in a hurry, and shoots over to the
curtains. He peers out as an engine starts and a car slowly pulls
away.

“There she goes!” Adam turns around on the helpless maid, rubbing his
erection with the heel of his hand. “Seems to me that we got an hour
or so to kill. Now then, any ideas?”

The bell rings like a clock as Terrance stumbles backwards. He soon
falls painfully onto his backside. “Hmmmmph.”

Why had his wife been so stupid as to leave him with this depraved sex
mad monster?

Part Two

1.

“This is a dream come true.” Adam sniggers, “did you spot the word
cum?”

Terrance shakes his head so hard the bell clangs against the collar.

“No? I have just shagged mister wimp dick’s wife so you probably think
that I have exhausted the golden supply.” By wriggling and pushing
with his heels Terrance is able to scoot backwards away from his
tormentor. Sadly the short maid’s skirt gets caught beneath his bottom
and the bed. He topples over into the pillows.

Terrance hates the idea of men seeing him like this. His fantasies are
purely heterosexual. Dominant women with canes and a firm hand. Not
sex mad empty headed males like this.

Adam towers over him. “But my supply is everlasting. Like a God given
font. A treasure to the ladies.”

“Hummphhh!” Ding dong.

“And do I like French maids. And do I like bondage games. And do I
like helpless bound cuties like you. Whoa!”

Terrance chews on the gag. The words he is attempting to say are: “you
are a stupid pervert! I am a man!” What emerges is
“Yoooommmmnnnnghmmmph!”

“Hey babe, I love the fight. I love a chase! We have got a game here!”

The maid sees the brute lean forward and grab his ankles just above
the restraints. A good tug and she is dragged back to the edge of the
bed before being hauled onto her heels in swish of petticoats.

“Grumph. Mmmph!” The man has no sensitivity! What does his wife see in
him?

He wriggles backwards but is caught. Held. Adam has grabbed hold of
his hips. Terrance has never felt so frightened. Oddly he recognizes a
tingle of excitement tickle his spine. But there is little time to
analyse the situation and his reaction to it. He is bound, helpless
and a swishing petticoated lump in the firm grip of a sex mad male.

Adam stares into the sexily frightened brown eyes. Huge iris’s framed
in mascara.

“What a babe. Here are the rules to my game.”

He drags her forwards so quickly that she stumbles in her heels and
restraints, her skirt flapping at her thighs, the bell tinkling gaily.
He then shifts her sharply around so that she is standing with her
back to him.

The maid finds her cuffed hands resting in her captor’s groin and
immediately feels a familiar hard ridge that makes her jump. He has
excited this fiend!

“Hold still and listen. First we are going to see how fast you can run
around in your little outfit. Wait!”

Terrance had felt the arms about him relax, so he tried to head for
the door. He was easily caught and held. A child in the arms of an
adult.

“So on your marks, get set ….”

The arms fell away and Terrance steps forward as far as the ankle
chains allow.

“Go!”

Adam is floating in seventh heaven. He enjoys the spectacle of the
maid tinkling, swishing, and shuffling towards the en suite bathroom.

It is so funny. The ringing bell. The wriggling bottom. The skirt
flipping back and fore around the stocking tops. The auburn hair
beneath the maid’s cap flitting around the shoulders – stockinged
thighs hissing against one another as the needle point heels clack on
the hardwood. What a sight. You would pay good money to see it.

The maid rustles into the bathroom and suddenly Adam realises what she
is up to.

“Hey up! Naughty girl!”

He has caught the door before the maid can finally shut it. “You
thought you could lock yourself in here!” Adam laughs as she stares up
at him, her wide open eyes blasting fury in his direction. “You’ll
have to be faster than that to get around me!”

Seeing his chance Terrance ducks under the arm holding the door and
wriggles sprightly towards the bedroom door, a wriggling, mincing
flurry of swishes and tinkles.

“Look at her go! Whoa!”

As he reaches it he feels his subjugator calmly walk up behind him. It
had taken the maid a good eight seconds to cover the distance to the
door. Adam is on him in two seconds.

The man’s strong arms circles around the maid. He leans down,
whispering into her ear: “I bet I can make you run faster than that.
Do you want a bet?”

“Mmmmmph.” Tinkle, tinkle.

“No? Don’t blame you. Because I am going to do this!”

Two pinches, each at the zenith of Terrance’s buttocks. The maid
squeals and hops into the doorway. Two more nips, slightly below the
first two have him squeaking through his gagging and galloping down
the landing, besides the stairs towards the main bathroom. He is
tottering along beside the balustrade overlooking the
staircase.”Humph!” Tinkle, swish, click-click, swish, tinkle.

Terrance’s only thought is to reach the main bathroom and somehow shut
out this dreadful sadist. More pinches, lower now. Just below his
knickers. More spluttering ‘humphs’ around the gag.

All he can hear is the bell, the swishing uniform and the laughter. A
nightmare.

The pinches reach the back of his thighs. They really sting here. He
bites hard into the gag, squealing like a nine year old.

The bathroom entrance. Inside.

Pinches all the way down to his stocking tops, each triggering a new
series of squirms, rustling, with that pealing bell… that horrible,
horrible bell.

As they enter the main bathroom Adam forces the door wide open and
sets his foot against it. No way can the airhead maid close it now.

The maid stands breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling.

Adam just wants her. There and then. But he knows that this is a once
in lifetime opportunity. He could fuck women any time but play with
them like this? Never? How many would agree to such humiliations? This
babe is a babe in a million. A one off.

“Now that was fun wasn’t it?”

The maid angrily shakes her head, the bell striking the collar with a
dull metallic clunking.

“No? Then lets try the second round. See how fast you can get back to
the bedroom.”

Another shake, this time the brown eyes expressing defiance.

“Ha. You are not going to amuse me by wriggling your way back to the
bedroom?”

An angry shake of the head.

Terrance has made his point. He is not an object of fun to be
ridiculed by this idiot. He is not a toy.

“Ok.” Adam replies, shrugging his indifference.

Closing her eyes with relief the maid sighs around the gag. It had
been awful racing in front of those little nips to the most sensitive
parts of her legs. Degrading and painful.

The pinches had left behind tiny little bruises which stung as if
wasps has attacked him.

He waits to see what the assailant would do next. Now that he realises
there is no further mileage in this game no doubt he would help her
back to the bedroom. Then her tummy turned. Adam was staring at her
with that awful superior sneer. He is a man who knew something,
something he was about to share with her. Oh no. Terrance did not like
this one bit!

He sucks on his gag as the man guides him around in a wide circle back
to the bathroom door. All the mirrors in the place reflect the same
image of a little maid, hands bound behind her back, little flared
skirt flipping about every wriggle, gagged mouth and bright auburn
hair.

She finds her self facing down the landing, looking back to the open
bedroom door. No way is she going to do this run for him. Had she not
been sufficiently debased already?

“Right babe. Ready for your little run?”

The expected head shake and tinkling bell.

“No. Aw, just for daddy?”

Another sweep of hair as the maid’s rebellion gains confidence.

Terrence hears a sigh from behind him followed by: “Oh well. If you
don’t want to play.”

At last the oaf had got the message!

“But I bet you do really!”

The maid feels the hands beneath his skirt tickling the crowns of his
buttocks. The sensation is very pleasant, sensual in fact. No one has
ever tickled his buttocks before.

The mouth close to his ear: “Ready, steady …go!”

Two nasty deep tweaks.

“SQUEAK! Mmmmmph! SQUEAK!”

But the maid stands her ground. Her heels stuck into the carpet, her
back leaning rebelliously against her assailant’s chest. She was not
for moving.

A few more nips around the base of the buttocks.

The wriggling, yelping maid shakes her head in fury. She wriggles her
hips as far to the left and then as far to the right as she can.
Anything to escape this excruciating punishment.

“Mmmmph. Squeal!.” Tinkle, tinkle.

The tweaks reach the rear of her thighs.

What a brute!

There was nothing for it. The maid sets off in a tinkling, wriggling,
swishing, bouncing display that has Adam doubled up in laughter. If
his mates from the football team could see this now!

It is so erotic. So hot. Like nothing he has experienced.

The enchanting girlie vision squirms to the bedroom door and in a
flurry of lace vanishes.

Yikes! Adam remembers the en suite bathroom. ”

“Shit!”

He makes it to the bedroom entrance just as the tinkling maid twirls
behind the en suite bathroom door.

Terrance is giddy with delight. He is outwitting the twerp. He puts
his back against the door and closes it. His cuffed hands reach for
the bolt. It is high up the door and he must bend forward to enable
his arms to angle up and reach it.

Crash! Swoosh!

The door thumps open catapulting the helpless maid into the sink.

A strong hand grabs her bare arm and twirls her around.

“Hey you almost made it that time. Lets go again! This is great fun!”

Oh no!

The maid’s eyes reveal resignation. She wriggles back into the door
way and awaits her masters voice.

“Ready babe?”

Oh get on with it! Terrance stares over her shoulder at him, sucking
on her gag.

“Here we go. One, two three. Go!”

The familiar pinches to his bottom. The squeaks, heels clicking,
swishing, short stride jog. The torment of a hundred little nips and
frustrated, hurtful squeals.

Terrance is the race pony trying to keep ahead of the whip but always
finding that no matter how fast she runs the whip is right behind her.

Adam enjoys a good ten minutes of his game.

2.

The second game is just as amusing.

The worn out maid is held above the bed and dropped. Sometimes face
down, sometimes bottom down. The pleasure for Adam is the different
ways in which the skirt flaps around her legs revealing her stocking
tops and garter belt. Added to this is the sheer helplessness of the
package before him. He can do what ever he pleases in the knowledge
that a slut like this must love very degradation.

“Whooa! Stockings and suspenders! It should be a law that women wear
them.”

For Terrance it is simply a matter of accepting his fate. If he is
face down then he raises his head so that the gag doesn’t strike the
mattress first. Bottom first there is nothing he can do about
anything. The point is that there is nothing he can do anyway. Just
accept the silly prank, and reward the oaf with unintended grunts,
squeals and muuuumphs. The fear of the initial drop has given way to a
numbing mortification. How he would like to clutch the hem of the
dress and protect his decency, or stop the symphony of sounds played
by pettis, skirtings, stockings and bell. But there is nothing he can
do.

Just acceptance.

Acceptance.

Finally the bully collapses gasping for breath on the bed next to him
with such force that the maid finds herself bouncing up and down
trampoline style. Her skirt flapping humiliatingly above his stocking
tops. As Adam laughs and catches his breath Terrance stares up at the
ceiling wondering when the ordeal will be over for him.

If his wife can get the lock picks he should be out of the restraints
in minutes. The idea that the locks are designed to be as safe as
humanly possible has been hidden at the back of his mind.

“Whoa babe listen we have to meet up after this. Got that?”

The maid nods, the bell dings, the eyes cowed.

Adam props himself up on an elbow and runs a finger around the soft
curvature of the breast forms. “I think you are perfect. I could play
with you for hours. To be honest I am thinking of throwing Elaine
over. I’ve shagged her every which way possible. Time to move on.”

Had Adam not been watching his own fingers run down the inside of the
helpless maids thighs he would have noticed the maid’s eyes widen in
anger.

“Yeh, I mean she is good fuck don’t get me wrong. She was bound to be
impressed with me mind. You know on account of being well blessed in
the dick department. Cannot get enough. Apparently her husband is one
of those little boys, you know cursed with a little dickie. Can you
get that!” he laughs deeply.

A flurry of movement. Stockinged legs pistoning, with a sweet rasp.

“Hey hang on there babe. Why the fight back!”

Adam chortles as the maid tries valiantly to knee him and then head
butt him.

“Whoa! This maid does not know when she is beaten!”

By lying on his back and tucking his knees together Terrance is able
to catapult a huge kick at Adam.

“Whoa! Almost got me there babe. You need a lesson. That’s what you
want isn’t it!”

“Humph. Humph!”

Adam manoeuvres his hard prick to one side of his jeans for comfort’s
sake. It dribbles a little precum. He then grabs the erotic slut by
her hips and flings her over onto her stomach. The bound maid pulls at
the handcuffs feeling them cut into her wrists. Bound as she is, she
just cannot get the leverage to resist anything this pervert demands
of her. She feels the strong hands grip on her hips. With a jerk she
is brought up to her knees and twisted so that her head is forced deep
into the pillow, frilly arse framed by a petticoated cloud pointing at
the ceiling.

“Humph, humph.”

“Who has been a naughty maid? Eh?”

Terri feels her little skirt flipped up onto the small of her back.
She tries desperately to wriggle out of her humiliating position but
an arm of steel wraps itself around her waist. She can feel and hear
him clambering around the bed, crushing the mattress as he moves. He
is big and strong, she is helpless and weak.

“Hurmph!”

“What sexy little knickers! I am a big fan of sluts who wear this sort
of stuff just to turn men on. You must be one hell of a whore in the
sack eh?”

“Humph. Humph.”

“No? She denies it. Typical. Sluts say no when they mean yes and yes
when they mean no.”

The first slap is a surprise. A light tap. It stops the maid short.
The second and third are similar. Terrance gasps, then freezes in
horror. In his darkest fantasies when he is 100 percent Terri, he
fantasises about being spanked by a man. Was he enjoying this? Was
this a fantasy? Was it a dream come true? Yet the humiliation and
sheer terror forms a barrier between him and any sensual pleasure. Now
the slaps get harder. He grunts, biting into the plastic penis gag.
The bell tinkles gently with each wallop.

“Hummph.”

“You like that don’t you babe? Eh? This is what a slut like you
wants!”

Now the slaps are bitingly harsh. Each blow thrusting Terri’s head
deeper in to the pillow.

“Humph, humph.”

“Is that an orgasm babe?” Adam laughs full throttle. The laugh of a
madman. No joke has been funnier. No man has had a better time than
this.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Squeal, squeal, squeal.”

“Whoa babe, squirm babe”

Slap, slap, slap.

“Squeal, squeal, squeal.”

Finally they stop. Terrance blows a sigh around the gag and sucks in
air. Phew.

“I’ve got to have you.” His tormentor’s voice hoarse, dry.

Terri feels her self twisted onto her back, looking helplessly up at
the man who controls her, her bell tinkling. She sucks on her gag
feeling her penis swell in its metal constraints. She can see the
solid cylindrical erection through his trousers. Yet she can no longer
struggle. A peaceful wave of submission has swept through her body.
She wriggles her sore bottom, feeling close to orgasm. But she knows
she could never cum, not until she is released. She groans into her
gag, her eyes closing dreamily.

The hand takes a firm hold of her knickers, hoisting them down her
legs in a series of jerking movements.

“Come on, come on. I have to fuck you. Whoa! What is that? What the
fuck?”

All has become still and quiet. She opens her sedate drowsy eyes to
gaze at the bewildered Adam. His mouth so wide open that the tip of
his tongue touches his bottom lip. “Babe? Is that a chastity belt?”

Terri knows that from the exterior you can only make out the metal
triangular shield. The penis shaped tube is safely hidden behind it.
It is known as a she-male belt because of the rounded flatness it
gives to the groin.

She feels his hand between her legs.

“Ho fuck! That wimp dicked husband of hers has gone too far!”

His hand cradles her face, it is not gentlest of touches. She looks up
at his squinting eyes. “Now babe, you be honest with daddy now. Is the
key to this belt in this room?”

For some crazy reason her first impulse is to nod yes. Try to tell him
where it is so that he can rescue her. Then let him have his pleasure.
But she manages to control herself for long enough to offer a tinkling
‘no’, the bell flopping back and fore with her languid movements.

“Fuck! That wimp dicked prat has got it?”

She nods yes. An honest yes!

Slap! Her cheek stings. Tears form.

“Oh sorry babe. Sorry precious.” He hugs her. “Sorry, daddy is sorry.
I just got angry, you know? Frustrated?”

Terri nods and dings her understanding. She knows all there is to know
about frustration.

The roaming hand snakes between her legs. “I bet my little slut feels
the same. Whoa! It is like an ocean down here!”

Terri feels her hips jerk as he massages her groin. She spurts freely
into her knickers but without an ounce of pleasure or satisfaction.

“Poor babe is desperate for my pole. Yeh? You’d love that wouldn’t
you? Me rammed hard inside you!”

Terri lets her face fall against the rough cheek of the man who holds
her.

“Mmmmmphh”, she whimpers softly. “Well your pussy hole is protected,
your mouth is covered. That only leaves …”

In a single manic movement Terri is flung onto her stomach. Once again
her hips are drawn upwards, her skirts fluttering raucously and her
head pushed deep into the pillow.

Damp fingers rub at her arse. She knows she should resist but that
knowledge is languorously, floating away. It’s like watching an
unwanted paper bag blowing away down an empty street. Good riddance to
resistance.

“I’ve never done this before. Am I looking forward to …”

Terri pushes her knees apart. Terrance’s fears and hostilities has
given way to Terri’s needs. She must have him. She arches her back to
make the bottom more inviting.

“SLAM!” The front door. Suddenly Terrance returns to inhabit Terri’s
body. In an instance all feelings of submission are driven away. He
twists his head to peer past Adam.

Footsteps hammer up the stairs.

Elaine in the doorway with a grin that freezes grotesquely on her
lips.

3.

Adam’s zip grates noisily as he pulls it up. Terrance rolls over to
rest on his bare back side on the quilt. His knickers hang from one
outstretched heel, his bell tinkling madly.

“And what the fuck is going on here?”

Terrance nibbles the gag looking to Adam to furnish a satisfactory
explanation.

For his part Terrance looks as guilty as a child with a chocolate
biscuit in his hands.

There is a thunderous silence that bellows through the house. Then
Adam takes Elaine in his arms.

“Babe. That slut! You wouldn’t believe it. She took her knickers off
and …” The wife shakes her lover away from her. “And just how is she
supposed to have removed her knickers? You fool!”

Adam glares at the bound maid. After a beat he slaps her exposed
thigh. “Tramp! Just how did you do that!” Then back to Elaine with the
sweetest of grins. “Only a slut could pull off a trick like that eh? I
bet she can fire ping pong balls at the ceiling.”

She places her finger on her lover’s chest, making a big play of
pushing him away. “Sure. Honestly! I can’t trust you for one second
can I?”

“Babe it was all her fault she …”

“Here’s your lock picks.” She holds out an array of tiny metal poles
of varying thickness, all held together by a hinged mechanism. Adam
stares at them.

“Ah. Yes.”

“And?”

“Ding, ding, ding…” Terrance scrambles to his knees. Legs tight
together and edges closer to the end of the bed where his wife fumes
with her knowing eyes at Adam. Freedom is only moments away.

“Adam?”

“Remember I said there are two problems.”

“Yes!”

“Well the second is that I can’t pick locks. Well I can pick easy
ones, yes. But these are going to have five tumblers. Maybe more.”

“So you sent me out simply to get into that tramps knickers!”

“No babe. It was an idea I …”

“Jesus you are even cheating on me!”

“I didn’t fuck her!”

“Humph, humph!” Terrance rings his bell to gain their attention.

Elaine shakes her head: “So what are we going to do with this tramp?”

“I know a man who can …”

She flings her arms into the air. “Then get him!”

“Babe …”

“Now!”

A stamp of a foot.

Adam flees the bedroom.

On his knees, sitting back on his ankles Terrance finally lets the
tears spill out over his eyes. “Hmmmmph.” He is never going to escape.
Never. He is trapped because of their stupidity!

Feet thumping down the stairs taking the steps two at a time.

“Oh don’t you start crying!” She shakes her head. “I should be the one
who is crying.”

The front door slams shut.

She takes a handkerchief from the top drawer and settles down on the
bed next to the sorry figure of the sobbing, tinkling, maid.

“Here blow into this. It will make you feel better.”

She allows him to blow his nose as if he were a child.

“You must feel totally humiliated.” She dabs at the girl’s mascara,
noting that it must be water proof as the tears barely affect it. This
is a girl who pays a lot of attention to her make up. The maid nods,
the bell tinkles.

“Never mind.” She consoles, hugging the shaking blubbering maid. “It
will be all right. I promise.

As Elaine embraces her, she feels something she has not felt since the
six form at school. She takes in the bound and powerless girl in her
maids uniform and bondage, and feels sheer unadulterated lust. She
kisses her nose, still wet from sobbing.

The maid stops crying, eyes wide: what is happening here? She kisses
her again. Gently around the cheek. Terri sweeps back through
Terrance’s being. She gnaws at his gag, sucking obscenely.

“Mmmmmm.” The eyes close. Falling into erotic ecstasy.

His body rolls backwards, the weight of his wife toppling on top of
him sucking at his face with animal passion.

Terri senses the woman’s searching fingers around her buttocks. A
squeeze. A pinch. She gushes and with out her knickers to catch her
output it runs over his wife’s fingers.

Giggling from a pink cheeked Elaine. “Wow you really are a hot little
slut aren’t you? I bet you’d love me to bring you off.”

Terri nods hard, the bell ringing with her pleading.

His wife runs her arm beneath his head so that she can watch her
lesbian lover’s eyes as she searches around her groin.

“What?”

She flips up the skirt to see the triangular shaped metal cover.

“What the hell? A chastity belt?”

The maid’s eyes full of regret. “I bet you wish you hadn’t agreed to
that now!”

The bell tinkles as the maid nods. More giggles from his wife. “Oh
that must be awful! I know what it’s like in the office when you feel
really wet and hot. You know when a totally assertive man walks in.
All you want to do is get to the loo to have a play with yourself.”

She peers closer at the smooth triangle of rivetted steel. “Gosh you
couldn’t even get a finger tip up there could you!”

The bell tinkles sadly.

“No. I’d be like a bitch in heat with that on. Sometimes you just must
have something inside you don’t you.”

The bell tinkles.

Elaine rubs her fingernail down the inside of the girl’s thigh,
stopping at the stocking tops. She leans closer, gently laying a
series of kisses on the hot flesh between the lace and the steel.

Through the gag the moan still sounds like a moan. His wife crawls up
the bed, eyes half closed, sweat shimmering on her forehead. “I have
always wanted to play with a really sexy girl. You know, be in
charge.” She giggled. “And this is my chance isn’t it.”

The bell tinkles.

His wife chews hungrily around his face as his dick spasms with yet
more pre cum. She reaches beneath her own knee length skirt and
wrestles off her white panties. Mindless and in heat she clambers her
pussy over Terri’s gag, her thighs clamping around his face.

“Rub it you whore, rub it!”

Terri does her best. A true lesbian encounter. Truly being treated as
a subservient girl. Truly in heaven.

But Heaven and Hell coexist – closer together than we may think.

Elaine threads her fingers through the maid’s auburn hair, grasps a
handful and pulls, intent on inflicting hurt.

Two screams. First the squealing maid and then her mistress.

Elaine holds the auburn wig up before her. Her bottom lip quivering,
desperate to make sense of what has happened. Terri gives way to
Terrance. The world stops spinning. He chews on his gag.

Elaine stares at the maid, seeing her for the first time.

“Wait ….” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. But when she
opens them she still sees Terrance staring back up at her. Her husband
in drag, a tiny bell dinging beneath his chin.

The third scream. A leap from the bed. Hands guarding an open mouth.

“Oh my God!”

Terrance holds still. His stomach spins. The nightmare has reached its
zenith.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Terrance?”

The maid nods, the eyes sorrowful.

“But …. Who … how did … I mean …” Elaine settles on the edge
of the bed clutching the wig. “But who did this to you? Burglars?”

The bell clangs.

“No. A lover? A dominatrix?”

The bell clangs.

“Oh. Then who?”

Silly woman Terrance thinks. How can he answer!

“Hang on. Did you do this to yourself?”

The bell tinkles. At last!

“You silly sod. Why didn’t you say?” The maid’s eyes wide with anger.

Elaine giggles. “Oh I see why. Ok. So where are the keys?”

Now Terrance is furious. How can he tell her? How can she be so silly?
He curls up on his knees: “Hummmmph. Hummmph,” gnawing furiously on
his gag, as he lets her know what he thinks of her brainless remarks.

His wife’s surprise gives way to a rattle of giggles. “Ooh now don’t
get crabby little girl. I may have to leave you like this!” He studies
his wife’s eyes. Is she being serious? Discretion is the better part
of valour so he sits back on the bed having another desperate tug on
his cuffs.

His wife nods thoughtfully. “I am glad we got that straight. Come here
slut.” She grabs his ear and drags him from the bed like a naughty
child. It really stings. “You don’t mind me calling you slut do you?
After all, that is what you have called me in the past when I wanted
to dress up for you. Remember? Eh Slut?” An edge to her voice.

The bell tinkles.

“I thought you might.” She rummages through her drawer in the dresser.
“Now here is a pad. Turn around and write with this pen. I’ll hold the
pages down and you take care. Just say where the keys are.”

He does as he is told. Twisting on his heels. He feels the pen forced
into his fingers and scrawls ‘inside the corset’ as legibly as he can,
considering he cannot even see the paper.

She scrutinizes his efforts. “In the something. Uhm … in the
closet?”

The bell clangs.

“Love the bell by the way dear husband. Not sure I want to lose that.
So the closet then. In the what? In the cupboard?” The bell clangs.
She giggles. “Its like those silly games we play at Christmas isn’t
it. Only this is far more fun. So what else.” The bell is a symphony
of sound as he bends down at the waist his thumbs jerking at his
waist.

“Eh? Oh in the corset!”

At last. Terrance feels relief. If only she were a little brighter!

She flips up the skirt part of the dress, sinking to her haunches to
peer up. “Don’t see how you’re going to get your fingers up there. Did
you do this on purpose?”

She stands smartly. Threatening. She takes hold of his shoulders and
gives him a bell tinkling, skirt swishing shake. “Did you? Did you
want to fuck up my relationship with Adam? Was that what this is
about?”

A feverish shake of the head. “But why? Why dress up like this? Are
you gay?”

A resounding clanging. As if!

“But I don’t get it. You handcuff yourself and leave the keys where
you can’t get to them.”

Oh why couldn’t she see? He stamps his heeled foot in frustration. The
chain about his ankles chings.

“Ha! I know. You cocked up. As usual. As you always do. You always
make mistakes don’t you. Everyone wonders what I saw in you. You were
hardly the sharpest tool in the woodshed.” She casts an eye downwards.
“Nor the longest tool. You just seemed so helpless and silly.
Constantly being above yourself. But you were sort of cute and
helpless. In need of mothering.”

How could she think such thoughts? She knows he would have had a
university degree like she had he only worked a bit harder at school.
Truth is, the academic world all seemed so boring. He spent most of
his college days in his room dressing up in his frillies and playing
with himself.

“But why didn’t you tell me!”

Her eyes fiery, Terrance feeling vulnerable, he shifts back to the bed
but his menacing wife closes on him.

“All those years together. All that time and you didn’t tell me. That
is worse than betrayal! And don’t think that I and other men balances
up your treachery! I only needed them because you refused to have sex
with me. All the time you were satisfying yourself. How bloody
typical. How bloody selfish!”

She groans like an animal, despairing of what to think. “All that time
I have wasted on you trying to get you to talk to me about your
fantasies. And me telling you mine! How you must have laughed at me!”

The maid chews on his gag thinking how it is his wife’s own fault for
being so stupid and gullible. He knows that she will forgive him. She
always has. Just a matter of time. Let her burn herself out.

Elaine mops a tear from an eye and Terrance knows that he has to
endure a little self centred performance from his wife. Still she will
get over it.

“I mean – didn’t you ever love me?”

The maid shrugs her shoulders. In his mind he knows that if he nods
yes then she will have control over him. Best to leave her stew in her
own juices until he can win her back. Once the gag is removed and he
is dressed as a man he will seduce her and make her forget about that
jerk she has tagging along.

“One day I will make you pay for this!”

Oh hum, he thinks to himself, when will she give up? He settles on the
bed and scoots in his practised fashion on his bum back to the
headboard. He makes himself comfortable up against the bedhead ready
for the tirade. Usually when she is mad at him he just disappears to
his own computer room until she has finished. Now he has to suffer her
indulgence.

“I mean that. You egotistical bastard. I am stronger than you think.
You will pay for what you have done to me.”

Sure I will! The maid crosses her ankles and shifts her arms. They are
aching from being held in the same position for so long. He wishes she
would have some sympathy for his plight. After all it is all her
fault. Had he not mistakenly thought she had returned earlier he would
not have accidentally placed the keys in the corset’s secret pockets.
Once the gag is removed he would calmly explain to her the error of
her ways. But he would forgive her eventually.

The doorbell.

“Oh God! Adam!”

The maid’s collar bell rings as he shakes his head back and fore in
fear.

“I know!” Elaine positions the wig on her husband’s head, carefully
tugging it into place.” A giggle. “You do look the part. Very
convincing.” She pokes his ankles through the leg holes of his
knickers and rustles them snugly into position around his hips.
Another burst of precum.

4.

Moments later Adam is standing in the room with the ever present thick
bulge in his pants. He has brought his friend: Gary is in his
thirties, friendly, smiling. The body of a rugby player. The face of a
joker: “Hey what a sight! I’ll take two!” Every one laughs, Terrance
nibbles his mouth plug.

Terrance notices a vague look of disdain in Gary’s eyes. Laughing on
the outside but inwardly disgusted at the sight of the bound maid.

Fortunately Terrance does not feel quiet so exposed with his knickers
in place. But he is haunted by a nagging fear. Suppose she tells them
that he is not really a woman. That he is really her husband. The
dreadful notion is sidelined as Gary checks through the locks.

“I’ll give it a go but these were designed to be lock pick proof.”

“Just the handcuffs,” Elaine suggests before adding with a twinkle, “I
think the gag can stay there for a while longer.”

They all laugh and Terrance wriggles in mortification. The bell
ringing multiplying his chagrin.

“Ha well, that is the problem you see. These cuffs could take hours to
get off.”

“Hours!” Elaine throws her hands up. “What are we supposed to do until
then?”

An arm snakes around her, a mouth nibbles at her ear. “I have an idea
babe!”

She giggles, pushing him away. But Terrance notices that the push is
more playful than revulsion. He watches in horror as he sees his
wife’s cheeks redden with desire, her eyes close. Her mouth slips into
a wistful smile.

“Humph! Humph!” The bell and swishing dress make a racket as the maid
bounces up and down on the bed.

“Whoa! Look at her go!” Adam laughs heartily. “Never mind babe. When
Gary gets you free you can have some as well!”

Adam gets a playful punch in his arm for his trouble. Elaine rounds on
him. “So you think that you are God’s gift to women eh?”

“Uh uh!” Cocky grin.

“Everlasting!”

“Uh uh!”

“Right lets see if I can wear you out. Stop you from boasting!” She
grabs his hand and tugs him towards the door.

Adam’s mouth drops, he stares at his mate Gary. “I think my boat has
just come in! Can you believe it! I am going to be fucked silly!”

Terrance is mortified. He is totally still. A nightmare. He catches
Elaine’s eyes as she hovers in the doorway. He sees his wife smile
ruefully.

“Well if I am not appreciated in one place by one person perhaps I
will be appreciated elsewhere by someone else!”

Meanwhile Gary tugs painfully on his handcuffed hands. It as if he has
upset this locksmith.

“A saw might cut through them but you would need to a professional
hacksaw and around thirty minutes. Maybe longer.”

Gary stands shaking his head. Terrance wide eyed. Surely he can do
something?

“I know,” Elaine grins. “Lets take her down to the fire station. They
have all sorts of cutting equipment. The firemen could do with a
laugh. They’ll have a great time with her.”

Terrance scoots back on the bed until his back is against the wall. He
has become the centre point for their amusement. He can do nothing but
add to his humiliation with every movement, every facial expression of
rage. Every tinkle of the bell.

“Whoa!” Shouts Adam. “Let’s get the local tv companies around. They’ll
pay real bucks for this show!”

Terrance chewing madly on his gag. No, no!

Gary shrugs. “Big deal. She must be in to humiliation so she’ll get a
bang out of it.”

Suddenly Terrance is feeling feint. His head swims. Everyone will know
who he is and what he does.

Elaine returns to the bed shaking Adam’s hand free. She wraps a gentle
arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t worry little, tiny maid. If that happened, then everyone will
find out about my husband’s involvement. And we don’t want that – do
we?”

The bell clangs eagerly.

Her lover rests a hand on her hips. “Speaking of mister tiny dick -
where is he? Maybe we just wait for him to return. Leave him to sort
it out. He’s got the keys hasn’t he?”

“Ha,” Elaine thinks through the explanation as she makes it: “Hubby
phoned while you were out.” She pauses. “Seems he is stuck somewhere,
no, he had to visit a relative. Won’t be back until tomorrow.” She
eyes the maids figure and sexily clad legs. “Or was it that he won’t
be back until the end of the week?”

Adam is gob smacked. “And he forgot about her!”

“That’s hubby for you. Thick as two short planks.” She eyes her irate
husband.

“Isn’t that right? Isn’t Terrance particularly stupid?” They lock eyes
and then at last the bell tinkles with the nodding head.

“In fact,” Elaine thinks aloud, “would you not say a total idiot?”

The bell tinkles and Elaine is satisfied. She turns to the two men.
“Right then. I was told that you could sort this out. So Gary sort her
out. If it takes a couple of hours then go for it.”

“Well I have got an electric lock pick at home. That’ll open anything.
Never fails.”

“Then go and get it,” declares Adam as he wraps himself about Elaine.
“And take your time. No hurry.”

Terrance curls himself onto his knees: “Humph, humph, humph!”

“No,” Elaine declares squeezing herself out of Adam’s arms. “No.”

Terrance relaxes.

“It is better if we wrap her up in a carpet and carry her out to
Gary’s car. You take her back to your place where you have all the
tools. None of this shooting off to get something else and wasting my
time.” She stares at the shocked maid with pursed lips. “Adam and I
will stay here in case hubby phones.”

Despite his frantic efforts they easily roll the bound figure into one
of the old carpets from the cellar. There is the muffled sound of a
bell but nobody can hear Terrance’s gagged whimpering.

They load the carpet into the rear of the estate car, closing the door
while checking up and down the deserted street. Elaine is enjoying
herself.

She and her lover wave the car and its cargo off before racing
impatiently back to the bedroom.

They strip as they dash up the stairs before throwing their hungry
bodies at each other.

Within seconds they are enveloped in each others arms, mouths sucking
and eating. Rolling to and fro on the bed where only seconds before
the bound maid had entertained them.

“Whoa babe, you are something. And that maid has got me so hot.”

Suddenly Elaine freezes. Adam raises himself on one arm stroking her
hair. “You ok babe? When I said she made me hot she is nothing like
you of course darling I …”

“Shut up idiot.” Sudden, horrible thought! “Suppose that this friend
of yours, Gary the lock smith, takes advantage of, er, the maid?”

Adam smiles, gently kissing her nose. “Don’t worry babe she is
perfectly safe. Unlike you!”

They both laugh as he hauls her back to a supine position on the bed
and leans his weight over her.

She stops flirting again, raising a finger to his sucking lips. “But
how can you be so sure?”

“Because you sexy animal, you fiery temptress …”

“Just say it.”

“Gary is as gay as they come!”

“Gay! He doesn’t look it!”

“They are not all fairies. So she is safe. If she were a man then you
should worry.”

They kiss for a moment before Elaine once again puts her finger back
on his perturbed lips. Her face darkens. “He is gay!”

“Yeh. So she’s safe. So stop worrying. Let yourself go with the sex
machine!”

Adam is concerned for a moment, watching his current lover nibble her
lip, stroke her hair and eye the ceiling. Why the problem? Then there
is a giggle. The giggle gives way to uncontrollable laughter.

“Adam?”

“Yeh babe?”

“I love your friends!”

They both laugh and Elaine reaches the light switch near the bed.

Darkness.

Part three

1.

Now Terrance is a smart man. Clever. The sort of man who can plan and
plot and control. So as he lay shrouded by the rough carpet, bound as
a chastity belted maid with the keys hidden away within his corset, he
prepared his plan.

As soon as his wrists and gag were released he would offer a simple
remark, in his best girlish voice of course: ‘if you molest me I shall
inform the authorities and have you arrested.’ For sure that would
prevent any wandering hands.

By maintaining the deception that he was a girl dressed and bound by
Terrance, his alter ego, he could maintain his dignity and escape. It
should not be too difficult to deceive this oaf Gary. He felt better.
Freedom and escape were just around the corner. This gave him the
confidence to face the ordeal of being carried into a strange man’s
home dressed as a maid.

Wrapped tightly in the carpet he could not make any movement nor, with
the penis gag locked around his mouth make any sound. Even the
tormenting bell had stopped tinkling.

He listened to the silence. They had been driving for about thirty
minutes, which could put them anywhere in the city. The rear door of
the estate swooshed open. He felt a chill of night air before being
dragged onto the road. He ‘oofed’ into his gag. Couldn’t the idiot be
more careful!

He was stood upright in the tightly rolled carpet and felt himself
hauled over the broad strong shoulders of Gary, winded by the sudden
actions.

A total feeling of helplessness overwhelmed his senses. His breathing
became short. Bound as a maid, locked in a chastity belt, then rolled
up within a carpet and now carried anywhere this yob desired. He had
no influence in anything that was happening. He felt a wet squirt into
his damp knickers and knew that if the circumstances were otherwise he
might be able to enjoy himself. If the chastity belt were removed he
would orgasm like a volcano.

2.

Terrance sat perched on the edge of the chair muttering into the gag,
desperately trying to hurry Gary along. Could nothing enliven the
fool?

Gary meandered around the dining room table of the masculinely
furnished home. Stark furniture with a coffee table cluttered by well-
thumbed magazines and stained cups. Thankfully, heavy drapes were
drawn against the outside world. He was putting together what appeared
to be an electric screwdriver with a long thin bit.

The maid lost it. She stamped both heels into the carpet as hard as
she could and shook her shoulders.

“Will you keep that bell still, it’s getting on my nerves. I am trying
to concentrate here.” Gary was holding up the electric lock pick to
the angle poise lamp. It was little more than a red metallic cylinder
with a narrow length of metal pole protruding from its end. Terrance
had been anaesthetised to the sound of the bell. Now with Gary’s
reminder it was all he could hear. How could he have been so stupid!
He stamped his foot making it tinkle yet again.

Gary eyed him harshly. “Girl I am not joking. Keep still!”

Terrance obediently sat bolt upright, knees together. Although
Terrance never liked being reprimanded Terri got a buzz from it. She
studied Gary’s face to see if her obedience was appreciated. It
wasn’t. Her saviour was staring intently at the whirring cylinder
giving it a few tries by squeezing the trigger.

“I think I know how it works.” It whined with a slight grinding sound.

Terri felt herself quiver, but managed to keep the bell immobile as
she watched Gary approached with what looked for all the world like a
weapon rather than the device to free her. There was something
menacing about him. Terri felt that with her looks, demeanour and
appearance she would soften the edges of any man but Gary seemed
immune to her charms. Indeed quite the opposite was true. He regarded
her with disdain. Every time he took in her long legs, heels, short
maids dress he sniffed with contempt. Once he even muttered something
about ‘sluts like you’.

“We’ll start with the gag.”

He stepped behind her and roughly forced her head down. A slow whine.
A chink.

“Hey it works.”

The gag fell onto her boobs, before bouncing into her lap where it
glistened. At long last Terri stretched her tired, aching mouth.

“I bet that feels better.”

“Of course it does!” Terrance snapped.

Gary rounded the chair to face Terrance. Terri flew from his mind
leaving him to nibble his lip. Shit! He had used his masculine voice.
All the planning in the carpet had been thrown from his mind by the
idiot’s stupid remark.

The large man leaned back against the table giving the electric lock
pick quick spurts.

“What did you say?”

Terrance felt the now familiar bubble of panic. He called up his best
girly voice: “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so abrupt.” But it came out as
gruff and hesitant.

“You’re not a girl are you?” Gary approached and pulled down the bell
collar. “An Adam’s apple. So this Elaine’s husband likes to dress men
up as French maids? Ha!”

Terrence was once again rescued by another person’s foolishness. Of
Course! The perfect excuse. He would not have to admit to being her
husband. He could still keep his dark hobby a secret. Moreover there
would no danger of being molested by this thick twerp.

Terrance thought through his words as he spoke them: “Well it was a
silly game really. I made him do it. Just to see what it was like.”
Before quickly adding, “he’s not gay or anything.”

Gary grinned, showing even teeth. A sparkle glittered in his eyes. “Of
course not. But you must be.”

Terrance squirmed on his chair. “I would not jump to conclusions if I
were you. You might be hearing from my lawyer!”

Gary’s laugh was free and easy. Suddenly he was relaxed. He had been
uptight ever since he had seen the bound maid back in Terrance’s
bedroom, but now the shoulders fell, the grin was easy, the eyes
bright. “Your lawyer. I see. That really scares me.”

The maid shifted on the edge of the chair curling her stockinged legs
to one side. “Well you should be. Calling someone gay when they are
not could mean me sueing you for everything you have.” Terrance ended
the threat with a curt nod that left the bell tingling for a moment.

“Well in that case I had better mind my manners,” Gary beamed.

Terrance knew he was being patronised but did not know why. “Exactly.”

“I mean there you would be in the court room explaining how you were
bound as a little maid, with a little bell,” he reached beneath her
chin and tinkled it, “and how I wrongly mistook you for being gay.”

“Exactly,” Terrance repeated hesitantly.

“Of course I would insist on the court seeing you as I see you now. In
your nice outfit, with your hands and legs bound. Just so they could
appreciate my error.”

Gary studied the male maid’s pretty face. He watched as the eyes
darted about with concern. She was cute if a bit of an airhead. He
started the motor of the lock pick to startle her into looking at him.
“So best not call you gay again. Right?”

The maid nodded eagerly. “Quite.” Phew, Terrance thought, the man is
such an idiot that he thought I might sue him and risk being seen in
court dressed like this. Time to be nice so that he forgets about the
suing threat: “You see it all went horribly wrong and here I am. So if
you wouldn’t mind just undoing the handcuffs.” He added a friendly
laugh. “So long as we both understand you are not gay?”

“Me!” Terrance gave out his best thundering, thigh slapping, male
laugh. “No. Of course not.”

“Sure.” Gary did not look convinced. An impish grin forced his mouth
wide apart.

“I’m not!”

“Sure.”

The bound maid leaps to her heels in a swish of satins and a clanging
of her bell. “I insist you release me right now before I call the
police.”

The tall man nodded, his face play acting fear. “The police eh?” He
reached across for the phone. “Now let me see what’s their number
again?” He banged out a digit on the pad. “Ah yes nine, now what comes
next pretty maid?”

The maid nibbles her bottom lip.

“Its funny but it’s gone clean out of my head. What number do we use
to dial the police? Nine, something, something. Forgotten? Or perhaps
we shouldn’t call the police.” He waves the phone airily about the
room, pondering the best way forward. “What do you think?”

The maid swallowed and pulled on her cuffs. “I was only saying. That’s
all.” She attempts her best winning smile but it falls away taking
with it her confidence. This man bettered her at every turn.

Gary nodded, replaced the phone and stalked around his trapped maid.
“It is a pretty outfit,” he murmured.

Terrance found himself replying, “thank you.”

“Is that how a maid replies?”

The maid twisted around so hard the bell clanged loudly. “Eh?”

“Shouldn’t a well trained maid use the term ‘sir’? I am only asking. I
don’t know. I don’t come across many maids in my job as locksmith.

Terrance swallowed. “Oh please stop teasin!” Gary tapped his
forefinger against her pink lipsticked lips. “Shhh.”

The maid fell silent, one leg curling in front of the other in a
tinkling of chains. “Let me hear you use the word sir. That’s all I
want to hear.” He glared fiercely down at her helping her appreciate
her position. He saw the Adam’s apple bobble beneath the bell collar,
the lips goldfish as they searched for a reply. Finally a whispered,
dry throated “sir” was heard.

“I think a bit louder don’t you? I mean surely a maid would want her
master to know that she had said ‘sir’. Don’t you think? I mean,” he
continued to prowl around the frightened little maid, his finger
tickling her neck. “There would be consequences would there not?”

Terrance cleared his throat. “I suppose so, sir.”

“Just a little louder little maid.”

“I said I suppose so, sir.” Terrance licked his pink lips, tasting the
metallic tang of fear. Was there a buzz of excitement somewhere? He
tried moving his ankles apart wondering how far he could run before he
was caught. The chain drew taut after little more than a foot.

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said or done today,” his
tormentor laughed. “I mean you are quite a bimbo aren’t you? Eh?”

“No sir.” Terrance stared up at this huge man with daggers in his eyes
and a pout on his pink lips. He tugged hard on the cuffs.

“No?”

“I just don’t think so,” the maid angrily added.

“You let yourself get tricked into dressing up like this?”

“I wasn’t tricked!”

“You weren’t tricked?”

“No!” Terri felt a hand beneath her skirt. A nasty pinch followed.
“Ouch!”

“’No sir’ I think you mean, don’t you?”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir. I mean no sir.” Terri felt like giggling at the
silliness of her remark but Terrance was holding the line for them
both.

“Yes sir, indeed. So let’s see. You weren’t tricked?”

The maid’s blue eyes flared up at him. “No sir I wasn’t tricked! I am
not a fool.” Terrance felt like sticking his tongue out at the dim-
witted brute and resisted the temptation to add ‘like some people’.

“So if you weren’t tricked then you agreed to all this.”

“Well?” Terrance nibbled his lips. “Ouch!” Another severe pinch.

“I hope you weren’t lying to me girl!” the voice low and intimidating.

“No sir!” He jumped in fear. “No sir I wasn’t lying.”

“So if you weren’t tricked you entered into this voluntarily.”

The maid shrugged. “I suppose so.”

“So you like it?”

“No? no sir.”

“Let us see. And if you are lying then I will be very cross with you.
Maids should not lie should they?”

“No sir!” The maid felt a hand between her legs. She tried to escape
the exploration but a strong arm, still carrying the threatening
looking electronic lock pick circled her shoulders, holding her
firmly. The first hand roamed up to his knickers.

Gary laughed. “Your knickers are as wet as a whore in a football
changing room. You love it you slut. Hey what’s this?”

Terrance felt the chastity belt being tapped.

“Now this I have got to see!”

Moments later Terrance suffered the ignominy of standing bound
helplessly while this brute held up the font of his skirt and pulled
down his knickers.

“Ha yes. The D.F. chastity belt. I have seen it on the internet.
Expensive huh?”

“Yes sir.”

“It’s the ‘she-male’ version isn’t it?”

A quieter “Yes sir.”

Gary looked impressed: “The one that flattens the bulge. And where is
the key, little maid?”

Terrance did not like the notion of telling this thug. Surely he would
be safer if the bully did not know. He swallowed. “I don’t know.
Elaine’s husband has got them. I think.”

Gary rose to his full six foot four and took the maids chin with his
fingers to raise her head. “Now maid I’ll know if you are telling
fibs.”

Terrance felt his cheeks light up hot red. He knew the game was up.
“They are in my corset. I locked them in.” “What?” The eyebrows
knitted fiercely while the finger and thumb jabbed beneath the skirt
in the direction of the knickers.

“Please sir I put them inside my corset for safekeeping and forgot
where they were when I locked the corset around me and…”

For Gary this is the most hilarious line he has ever heard. His ribs
ache with laughter. “You must be the most stupidest bimbo ever!”

Terrance stamped his heel. “It could have happened to anyone!”

Now Gary had to sit on the arm of a chair as his laughing became
uncontrollable: “Oh sure! You shouldn’t be allowed out on your own!”

“Really. Well I’ll have you know that as far as I’m a concerned I am
far more sharper than anyone else I know. Especially an ignorant
buffoon like yourself!”

Gary wiped a tear from his eye and smiled patronizingly. “More sharp
you mean.”

“Eh?”

“You can say more sharp or you can say sharper but you cannot say more
sharper.”

Terrance was not someone who enjoyed being corrected. “Really. I bet
you are having an inaccuracy.”

“Having an inaccuracy!” Gary was tickled.

“Well you know what I mean. I am just flustered. I don’t know that I
am saying. Just let me out and do it now!”

“So it was not Terrance who locked you up but yourself.” The maid
swallowed. “No it was Terrance, well, no, I er?”

“Self bondage?”

Her eyes grew wide. “You know the term?”

“We have already established that my vocabulary is greater than
yours.”

“I don’t think so sir!” Now she was angry. “I know lots of words. Lots
more than anyone else.”

“Sure.”

Terrance hated this sarcastic use of the word ‘sure’.

“I do!”

“So you bound yourself and Terrance was not around?”

“No. That’s right. Because he is not gay neither.”

“Either? And remember that little word ‘sir’.”

“Yes sir.”

“Its ok I understand.”

The defeated blue eyes stared submissively at Gary who saw the fist
glimmerings of hope in the maid’s open face.

“Ok you may not be clever but you make a wonderful maid.

Terrance felt his cheeks warm up. “Well thank you for that sir.”

“Stand straight.” The remark was delivered in such a crisp manner that
the maid straightened her back, pushing out her boobs. “Turn around.”
The maid twisted around on her heels feeling a gentle pat to her
bottom.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you sir.”

Terrance felt his wrists being held. There was a short whirr and the
cuffs fell apart. Achingly he drew his hands to his front for the
first time since that fateful morning. “Ooh.” He rubbed his wrists.
His arms were stiff as if made from wood.

Gary rubbed them too. “Ok maid?”

“My muscles feel sore.”

A warning tap on the buttocks.

“Er, feel sore sir.”

“That’s better. Shake them about a little.”

He did so listening to the bell chime.

Gary laughed. “Perhaps we could remove this horrible device,” Terrance
demanded holding the bell. “I think it’s going to drive me insane.”

“Eventually. Sit down and I will release your ankles.”

“I would prefer it if you would remove the collar, if it is all the
same to you, sir.”

Gary surveyed the head strong little madam looking up at him with such
defiance.

“Babe you can have your ankle restraints removed now or you can keep
them on. Up to you.”

Terrance matched the large man’s stare for a good fifteen seconds
before looking demurely away. She sat down feeling her skirt flap
around her stockinged thighs. “Ok. Ankles first and then collar please
sir.”

The large man remained motionless pointing the electric pick aimlessly
at the ceiling.

“Ankles maybe. Collar maybe.”

“I thought you said that?” “I can change my mind. The way I see it is
that you do what I tell you, because you are a maid, and I do what I
want because I am master in this house. That’s not too complicated for
you is it?”

Terrance swallowed and caught his breath. A little spurt soaked his
panties. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Terri swam into his
mind. Oh, a strong principled man at last. I would love to obey him
and be his maid. Terrance fought her away. It was time to remind this
oaf of his position. “I think in view of the situation we find
ourselves in?” Gary threw the electric lock pick device onto the
table. It bounced with an echoing knock that shook the maid into
silence.

“The first instruction your little head is going to have to understand
is you stop talking in that dopey so-clever way of yours!”

The maid sat bolt upright. “Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

“The second thing is that you only ever reply.”

The maid’s eyebrows met, her eyes narrowed.

“By that I mean you don’t volunteer any useless information. You only
speak when you are spoken to.”

Another spurt. Terrance’s breathing had become shallow. He was
fighting for breath. Terri knew that these were the most exhilarating
words a maid could hear. “Yes sir.”

“I’m glad we understand each other.” An angry shadow had fallen across
Gary’s face but he nodded, grinned and it lifted. “Ok. All I ask is
that you have enough brain cells to do as you are told.”

Terri goldfished, barely able to speak. “Oh yes sir.”

“Right. If you don’t want your ankle chains undone you can keep them
on and …”

“Please sir I?” Terri threw a hand over her mouth before she could do
further damage.

“Sorry sir. I don’t mean to speak.”

Briefly Gary had thrust back his chin to glare at her. As soon as he
saw the hand going over the little mouth and heard the apology he
relented. “Right the ankle chain stays on.”

“Yes sir. Of course sir.”

Gary nodded at an open door leading to the kitchen: “Go to the
fridge?”

Terri leapt to her feet and minced in her chain and ringing bell to
the kitchen.

“Wait!”

Terri froze. “Sorry sir.”

“I haven’t told you what I am sending you for yet!”

Terri grinned, “Sorry sir.”

“That’s ok. You aren’t very bright really, are you?”

Terri giggled. “No sir,” before Terrance returned with a “well I can
be sir.”

Gary felt his entire being relax. The giggling fetishistic maid was an
absolute delight. In the last minute or so an iceberg had melted
leaving them both in a dream world. He felt his erection thicken. “So
get me a beer. And a glass. You can serve it in here.”

“Yes sir.”

Gary heard the commotion of slamming fridge and cupboard doors. He
dropped the electric lock pick on the table. This was the most erotic
situation he had ever been in.

Finally she appeared. Can in one hand, glass in the other.

Gary adopted a hard expression that froze the grinning maid dead in
her bell tinkling tracks. He waited until the ‘pleased with herself’
smile had dissolved from her face before stating: “Don’t you think a
maid should serve her master on a tray?”

He heard the girly giggling and watched her stockinged knees knock
together as if she was trying to prevent her wetting herself. “Oh yes
sir. Ooops. Sorry sir!”

“Yeh sure. I have dreamt of meeting a boy who would do this!”

“What?” Terrance picked up the tray, “meeting a boy who would do
this?”

He walked back into the dinning room and slammed the can of beer on to
the table.

“Here. Now. I am not a boy! I am a man.”

Gary sat back in his chair and admired the maid from her heels to her
maid’s hat.

“Really?”

“Yes. And stop confusing me. Anyway. I am not a boy out of your
fantasy. And clearly you are the one who is gay not me.”

“That’s right.”

“What?” Terrance had been so pleased with his put down that the reply
shook him. He took a fearful step backwards.

“Yes I am gay. And yes I have always fantasised about a little cutie
who is submissive and obedient. To find one who looks so stunning is a
wet dream.”

“Oh. Well, I er, I er, I think you should remove the rest of the locks
and take me home.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes,” she whispered softening. “Yes sir if you like.” Terrance held
her hands behind her back and twisted to and fro. Did she really look
like a ‘little cutie’ in his eyes? How sweet.

“I told you to serve me a drink!”

Terrance nibbled his lip. His mouth still ached from the penis gag. He
was dressed as this gay man’s fantasy. He would have to be careful.
“And I think you have completely the wrong idea. Now free my ankles
and let me go.”

The maid watched as Gary pondered the request with fingers tapping on
the arm of the chair. Finally: “Ok.”

“What?” The pink lips fell agape.

“I said ok.”

“Oh.” Was that a tinge of disappointment he felt. What was wrong with
him? Surely the brute was attracted to him. Gary took the lock pick
and whirred away at the ankle cuff locks. Seconds later they clanked
to the floor. The maid raised a high-heeled foot testing the freedom.
Gary was holding the hallway door open, inviting him to follow.

At last the fool had got the message. Was there a tinge of regret
tickling her stomach? Well, so long as he got the message.

The locksmith opened the front door feeling the chill autumnal wind on
his face. The traffic was a drone in the suburbs. He turned to see the
maid with a superior ‘I’ve won’ grin etched onto her face.

The bell tinkled gently as the heels stepped onto the stone steps
leading down to the car.

“Good night.”

The door slammed shut.

Gary inside in the warm.

Terrance outside in the cold.

What? Terrance gawped at the closed door. He saw the dinning room door
close through the frosted glass. Eh? Wasn’t Gary going to drive him
home? He glanced furtively about the street. For the moment trees and
bushes hid him, but once he was on the drive he would be in full view
of anyone who passed.

He felt the chilly air on the tops of his stockings and smoothed out
his skirt. The bell dinged.

A sharp knock on the door. Terrance knew he was being teased.

The dinning room door opened and the burly figure of Gary opened the
front door. “Yeh?”

A giggle.

“I said yeh?”

“Well, er, I mean, aren’t you going to give me a lift home?”

“No.” “Oh.”

“Anything else?”

“Uhm. No.”

Slam.

3.

Really! Now Terrance was upset. Angry. He knew the brute would drive
him home. No one could leave someone in this predicament. He was just
making an issue of it.

Well he was not going to knock the door again. He would wait for Gary
to return and apologise for his nasty, vindictive behaviour.

After a few moments of hopping from burning foot to burning foot, (why
had he worn the four inch heels!) he sat on the stone step to sulk,
which, in that teeny skirt meant sitting on his pantied cheeks. The
icy cement soon penetrated deeply into his buns making him feel as if
he were sitting inside a fridge.

He leapt up, angrier than ever. Perhaps he should knock again just to
let the brute have a few unpleasant truths spat at him. But that would
be defeat.

“Humph!”

Idea! No wonder Terrance knew he was bright. There must be another way
in to the house. He clip clopped slowly down the path towards the
garage. In the dim, orange street light glow of night it appeared
everything appeared threatening, frightening. The trees, bushes,
shadowy walls.

He told himself not to be so silly and catching the hem of his skirt
to try and shield the tops of his legs from the cold air, he ventured
deliberately towards the garage. Would there be a path to the rear of
the house?

He was now in full view of the street. The bell tinkled quietly but it
might as well have been a church bell for the way it sounded to him.
No one about. No voices. Just traffic in the distance.

Oh no! At the side of the house, attached between it and the garage
was a large wooden door.

With trembling fingers he tried the handle. It opened. It was not
locked. Phew.

A victory. He would show that brute!!

He stepped inside a walkway darkened by high walls and crept to the
rear yard.

Sheer shiny stockings may be hot within a fantasy but they are no
defence against gusty winds, never had his legs felt so cold. He
shivered as he walked to what he could see was a little grass area
with a concrete square and a basketball hoop attached to the wall.
Terrance never could understand the infantile, so called, joys of
sport. He looked down upon men who appeared to do nothing but play
sport or watch it. Clearly this brute was just such a typical man.

Another victory! He could not believe it. There in the middle of the
garden was a little table and a covered swing chair. Infinitely more
comfortable than a front door step!

Seconds later the maid giggled to herself as she swayed the chair
gently back and fore listening to the little metallic squeak as it
rocked her ever skywards.

The stars above were cold and brittle. Foreboding filled her.

What she would give to have someone rescue her right now, right this
instant and take her home.

Suddenly her dreams of rescue were shattered: “Oy! You!”

She gasped, her legs slamming together with a rasp. She covered her
mouth with her hands.

Gary was standing in the kitchen doorway. “You are trespassing. Shall
I call the police?”

The maid shook her head, the bell tinkling freely. “Please sir. Please
no.”

“Go home!”

Terrance leaped to his heels glancing anxiously at the houses with
their windows lit like eyes. They seemed to spy on him. “Don’t shout.
People will hear you and ..”

“Go on. Get home before I call the police.”

The door thumped shut.

Did he mean it? He raced to the back door and tapped.

Gary opened it with a worn out expression. Dull, bored eyes peered
down at him. “Yeh?”

“Please. Please sir. I am sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“Oh I don’t know! What ever it is that I have done that has upset
you.”

“Which is?”

She stamped her foot. “Really! How am I supposed to know? One minute
you are driving me home and the next?”

“Never said anything about driving you home did I?”

“Er no but?”

“You really are a bimbo aren’t you?”

“Uhm yes.”

Gary smiled and Terrance held his breath. Had Gary relented? A shake
of his head answered the question: “You don’t mean it. When you say it
and you mean it then we might be able to reach an agreement of some
sorts.”

“You’ll drive me home?”

“Afterwards.”

“After what?”

Gary stroked her pink cheek. “Hey babe you must be perishing out
there.”

“After what please sir?”

“After you er,” Now Gary flushed and looked away, “apologise to me in
a suitable manner. You know, the way a maid,” he cleared his throat,
“might if her master was really upset with her.”

Oh that was easy. “Please sir,” Terrance began in a childish sing song
voice, “I am so, so terribly sorry for any?”

The finger caught him under his chin forcing him to look up. Gary was
not pleased with her sarcasm. “You know what I want from your pretty
mouth.” He pushed his thumb between her pink lips.

Terrance shook his head.

The locksmith ran his thumb erotically around her lips, making her
want to lick it. His free hand patted the maid’s groin. “You’ve made
me hot. So, so hot.” He closed his eyes. “I need relief from your
mouth.”

The maid bit the probing thumb, “I told you I am not gay!”

“And I told you not to lie to me.”

The door slammed shut.

Through the kitchen window the maid watched as Gary put his glass next
to the sink and chucked the empty can into the bin.

This was outrageous.

Gary looked across through the window where he could see his own
reflection alongside the image of the frightened maid. He grinned and
flicked a switch next to his head.

The garden lights flooded the yard in a wash of white.

Terrance screamed ran down the side of the house back to the anonymity
of the darker front.

These damned heels. He would never wear them again – but he grinned in
full knowledge that once this was all over he would put them on again
- and again – and again.

Right! He would show the buffoon. He walked slowly down to the road
his heels gun shots echoing in the quiet deserted street.

4.

Deserted. The buzz of an angry motorbike in the distance. Cold air
nipping his cheeks… all four cheeks. Right, he thought. Although I
have not a got a clue where I am, and I am dressed like a male bondage
fantasy of a maid I am certain that using my wit and guile I can get
home. Terrance chewed his lip. He glanced up and down the street at
the many junctions. The parked cars.

His heart a pounding machine. He could be discovered at any moment.
All because of that stupid oaf Gary!

How he longed to remove the heels and free his feet from the aching
contortions.

How he longed to strip away the corset and allow his waist to swell
comfortably out to its natural size.

How he longed to rid him self of this tortuous chastity belt.

The bell tinkled. “Oh bloody hell!” A stamp of the foot.

The bell put his plan into gear and he wriggled away down the road
with renewed ambition. Why did the heels have to make so much noise?
Even the swishing skirts and stockings were intensified by the night’s
silence. The bell tinkled.

He made a plan to race to each gateway and then slow down. He could
then hide in someone’s garden if a car appeared or anyone emerged from
a driveway.

Voices.

He stops, his heels scraping on the pavement.

Held breath. Lip nibbled.

Men. Raucous.

Fear. How far back to Gary’s? A couple of minutes at most? He gazes
down the road at the mirrored hedgerows and neat walls. It could be
any house. A tear stings his eye. If only he had done as Gary had
asked. Would it have been too much humiliation if Gary had then taken
him home? After all, Gary had freed him and they did have a laugh when
he served him with that beer.

The amusing serving rites from kitchen to sitting room were a lifetime
away.

‘It is all Gary’s fault’ his brain cried out but in his heart there
were doubts. Who had put the keys in to the corset and forgot about
them. Who had stupidly devised a foolproof plan that was anything but
foolproof? Foolproof? The word resonates.

Foolproof. Was he so great a fool as to undo his own ‘foolproof’ plan?

Misery. If only he had not been so silly at the house. Both eyes grew
hot with tears.

If he fled back to Gary would he listen to his pleas, his honest pleas
of silliness? Perhaps if he were to beg on stockinged knees. He was
quite sure he looked pretty and cute enough. Gary had said so, hadn’t
he?

Doubts.

Suppose Gary had tired of playing with him?

“Oh!”

The maid plonked herself onto a short wall, her back against a prickly
hedge. The bell tinkled to mock her. She was not clever at all.
Terrance needed his wife’s income to survive. She had excelled at
college and he had flunked. She was successful at business and he
treaded water in a dull office living only for the day when he played
maid and bondage games.

He had even driven his loving wonderful Elaine into the hands of a
complete idiot. He slumped his chin onto his hands and realised there
was only one complete idiot in all of this nightmare: the one who had
created it!

Voices. Laughing. Fooling around. Male. Loud. Worse: drunk.

She leaps to her heels. Where from? Nothing in the streets. They are
deserted.

Looks up and down. Edges in her heels towards the nearest gateway.

A small gate. The voices closer now. Echoing from the walls of houses.
She must duck into this garden and hide until they pass. Surely that
is one plan that will work. Terrance has lost all confidence in
himself to make decisions. Is it a good idea or not? But he cannot
think of anything else. The shouts are close now, yet there is still
no sign of anyone. The gate squeaks open. Every noise in the world
points to his present predicament.

She backs into the garden, eyes fixed on the road and pavements. Each
junction is a potential hazard, full of angry drunken young men.

“Hey will ya look at this!”

Terrance freezes, half crouched, still staring out into the street.
But now he isn’t able to see anything. His brain has been blanked by
dread. The voices are behind him. A television on. Adverts can be
heard.

“Wow!”

“Hey turn around babe!”

Terrance does so. Slowly, teeth together. Arms close to her sides.

There are five of them. All around the age of twenty. Two tall men in
white tee-shirts and jeans. A fat man, one with curly red hair and a
pinched nervous face. Then their leader. Any group of males has one
leader. Cocky standing with his beer can in his hand. He wears a blue
shirt, hanging out over his trousers.

“Well, where have you escaped from?”

Terrance tries a smile. Then a giggle. The last thing she wants is for
these men to grasp that she was a male in drag. God only knows what
they would do. Must say something. They are all staring at her.

“Hello boys.” Yipes. Had he really said that? He giggles again.

“You come around to watch the match with us darling?” one of the white
tee shirt men has spoken. They all laugh.

Another silly giggle. “No. I couldn’t know you were watching a match.”

The man laughs at her stupidity.

White tee shirt pulls back his broad muscular shoulders: “I was
joking!”

Another laugh at her expense.

She feels her knee fall defensively before the other one. She tugs at
the hem of her woefully short skirt. Five sets of eyes taking in every
inch of her.

“Want a beer?” The fat one holds up an unopened can.

Would saying no upset them and worsen her plight? She nibbles her pink
lipsticked lips shrugging helplessly.

White tee shirt man thumps the fat man on the chest. “Stupid! The lady
doesn’t drink beer do you?”

“Oh no,” she coos. “I don’t drink beer.” A further vacuous beer.

“Get her some wine.”

The fat one and ginger curls sweep eagerly into the house.

“Oh please don’t bother on my account. My, my. I just must get going.”

“Where?” The leader steps between her and the gate. “Where are you
going? I mean it is pretty late.”

She swallows. Everything she does and says lands her further in the
mire. If only she could avoid speaking but the leader powers over her,
his dark eyes interrogating her soul. Must say something: “A fancy
dress party. Yes. That’s where I was going. Silly taxi driver must
have dropped me off at the wrong house.”

“This is a fancy dress party!” Announces white tee shirt man. Everyone
laughs in agreement.

“Oh I don’t think so. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

The fat youth bubbles down the grass with a bottle, wine spurting from
its open neck. He pushes a glass into her hands and she grips it as if
it were an escape rope.

“Really boys I must be going.”

The wine is poured.

“Oh well. If I must.” A silly giggle and shrug. She notes how they
admire her legs and wishes she could hide them. She might as well be
stark naked. She downs it in one, nervously offering back the glass.

“Fill her up again Rodney!” The leader demands. “The lady has a
thirst.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” The glass is brimmed to the top with wine.
This time she just sips it.

Terrance knows that he has not eaten for an age. He can feel the
alcohol spurting through his body towards his head. He must escape.

The leader tickles the bell. “I like the accessories.”

The maid giggles. “Oh well. I am not sure that I do.”

“Hey lads the second half is about to kick off.” Ginger curls shouting
form the doorway nodding into the house.

Terrance sighs with relief as they back away up the lawn.

“Come on babe. Come on watch the match with us. There’s plenty more
wine.”

“Oh no. Thank you very mush. I must be off now.”

The leader grips his elbow between thump and forefinger. Not tightly
but firmly, with authority. She is guided up the path around the lawn
to the open front door.

“Oh it is very kind of you but I really don’t like football.”

Up the steps to the entrance she can feel the warmth from the house.
Now the bright domestic lamps lighten their drunken leers. Their
cocksure smirks. Their roaming eyes.

“That’s ok babe. Have another glass of wine with us and then we’ll get
you to your party.”

“Well if it’s all the same to you?”

The maid is guided, tripping over the entrance, onto the lush carpet.

The door closes behind her.

A lock clunks home with a biting finality.

Part Four

1.

“Hey someone’s drunk my fucking beer!” The fat lad stares morosely
into his can.

Blue shirt’s arm jabs at him: “Shut the fuck up. They are kicking off”

The lads settle down on the sofas and chairs filling the cluttered
room with their masculine presence.

Terrance remains awkwardly in the door frame, hands behind back,
gently swaying. The bell around his neck tinkles. His stockinged
thighs rub crisply together, smooth nylon over smooth nylon. The heels
anchored to his aching feet by tiny padlocks are, by now, no more than
instruments of torture. They have long lost their buzz of erotic
tingling. The maid’s outfit is no longer the pristine sharply ironed
uniform he plucked from his beloved case so long ago. It is tatty.
Worst of all are his knickers. His favourite tiny diaphanous black
panties with their delicate lacy detail are now damp. Soaked by his
chastity belted penis’s intermittent squirts whenever he gets excited.
And despite the restraints, the humiliation, the fear, it still does
squirt. There is no pleasure with the cumming, no relief. Only damp
discomfort.

If he is to escape from here he needs a change of clothes. Something
less ostentatious than a maid’s outfit.

On the tv the ref is checking his watch, hand raised skywards.
Terrance knows he has to speak now before kick off. “Uhm, excuse me,”
followed by an apologetic giggle.

‘Blue shirt’ waves a beer can in her direction the golden liquid
slopping on to the carpet. “Keep it shut darling. There’s football
on.”

One of the men in the tight white tee shirt smiles at her, “don’t
worry about him. His team is losing and he is well pissed off. Come
and sit on my lap gorgeous and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

“That’s very sweet of you but I …aaargh!”

Her wrist is grabbed, a fierce pull and she plops onto the lap of blue
shirt.

“I found the slut. If she’s sitting on anyone’s lap it will be mine.
So fuck off. Right darling my name’s Brian. The gay work out boys in
the tee shirts are Andrew and Des.”

They all laugh save Andrew and Des. Andrew chucks a can in Brian’s
direction. “Just ‘cos we keep ourselves fit doesn’t mean we’re fucking
queer you idle waster.”

Brian catches the can and hurls it venomously back at the men making
them leap aside.

“They always deny it, don’t they darling.” He kisses Terrance on the
cheek and winks. “But we know a gay from a straight don’t we? Hey?
Fucking queers! That fat bastard over there is Rodney. Never known a
woman have you Rodders, ha ha ha. The ginger tosser is called ginger
tosser!” Another unpleasant laugh.

The gaunt ginger haired man gives the room the thumbs up. “Its Harry
darling and I’ve got the biggest cock in the world.”

The men hoot their derision. Brian pulls Terrance tightly up against
him. “The ginger tosser can say that ‘cos no women has ever seen it.
Ha ha ha.”

Terrance attempts to sit up but Brian is far too strong. With one arm
he holds her securely to his chest. Her heels are a good couple of
feet from the carpet. She feels totally helpless, and with that heady
helplessness so she spurts yet again into her chastity belt.

“Keep still darling I’m watching the match.”

Terrance places his hand on to the thigh of Brian in an attempt to
push himself away.

“Hey boys, she’s trying to grab my cock!”

Terrance squeals. “No! Really! I wouldn’t do that!”

“Don’t worry darling just keep that pretty mouth of yours shut for now
so I can hear the game!” He pulls her bottom lip down with his index
finger. “Maybe we can get you to open those pretty pink lips later?
Eh?”

Des snorts: “You’re two goals down old son, you won’t want to watch
any more! It’s like a bereavement.”

“Just keep it shut. There’s going to be hell to pay around here if my
lot loses.”

Terrance settles nervously back into the hot strong body, her stomach
turning somersaults, her mouth dry. She closes her eyes. Must get a
grip. Trapped with these horrible men who hate queers. What will they
think of their maid if they uncover her secret! That must never
happen.

“Oh!”

Terrance’s back straightens, the bell is a flurry of tinkling.

“Sorry babe, was that your thigh?” Brian thinks this is the funniest
thing he has ever heard.

“Oh! Stop it please!”

Fingers are tickling her leg just above her stocking tops.

A crowd roar from the tv.

The room somersaults. She has been turfed from his lap and finds
herself on all fours Between the lads and the tv.

“Get your fat arse down darling I can’t see the replay,” Brian roars.

She crawls quickly to the side of his chair.

Brian strokes her hair

Des offers: “Why do you want to see the third goal against you!
Glutton for punishment.”

“I tell you there’s gonna be trouble around here.” Brian grabs the
maid’s dress at the small of her back and drags her to her heels.
“Entertain us babe. Show us how you do curtseys.”

Terrance swallows. It is time to make a stand. He hears his silly
girly voice croak as he speaks: “No thank you.”

Brian flicks his foot out so that it catches the hem of her skirt
flipping it upwards. “Come on babe I bet you can do it really well.”

The maid brushes down her skirt as she retreats backwards. “I’m not
falling for that. You only said that to trick me!” She feels pleased
with herself. After a day long catalogue of silly mistakes and errors
she has actually seen a scam coming.

Andrew rubs his tee shirt over the sculpted stomach muscles. “Nah. She
couldn’t curtsey to save her life. She’s too stupid.”

“Really!” Terrance performs three perfect curtseys in succession.
“There,” she announces with pride. “Who can’t curtsey?”

The men collapse laughing. Brian announces: “She could brighten up a
funeral. Nice one bimbo!”

Bimbo! Hadn’t she performed the curtsey? “Watch again Brian,” she
declares as she takes the hem of her skirt in between her fingers and
thumbs and neatly perform a further two curtseys.

Brian throws some beer at her making her scream and leap back against
the hifi.

“It’s funny once, darling, but not twice. Put some music on and
wriggle your twat for us.” He stares at his empty glass. “Better
still, give this a refill darling.”

“Get you a beer! What do you think I am!”

“A maid!” came back the rousing chorus amongst hand slapping high
fives and laughter.

Terrance feels his cheeks glowing hot. How could he let a rabble like
this get the better of him! “It’s just that I don’t see why it should
be me.”

“You watching the football?” Des asks, eyebrows raised.

“Of course not!” Terrance hates football.

“Then get your arse out to the kitchen and get us a swift one or
you’ll be getting a swift one.”

Terrance swallows. Threats always frighten him. His knees wobble.

Andrew smiles warmly at the maid. “Take no notice love. I know the
tray would be too heavy for you. I bet you are totally incompetent
trying to do anything in heels like that. Five pints would be dead
heavy.”

Terrance stamps his heel. “Right. I am going to show you! You want
five pints on a tray. You watch me!”

She marches out slamming the door not comprehending the boisterous
laughter behind her – maybe something funny had happened on the tv.

The kitchen is a total mess. Take away food cartons, empty tin cans. A
fusty stench of decay. They must have been partying all day. Boys! She
shakes her head. His wife Elaine is so neat and tidy, a quality he
shares with her.

She opens the fridge and finds it stuffed full of beer tins but little
else. “Boys!” she exclaims again and shakes her head. What are they
like!

She clears a space on the kitchen table and finds five clean pint
glasses. It takes eight tins to fill all glasses. With a shock she
discovers that Andrew is right: the tray is damned heavy with all that
beer on it. But she is desperate not to be beaten by those drunken
idiots. With a heave her tiny arms manages to raise the shaking,
clinking, tray. The beer slops about pooling around the base of the
glasses.

Carefully she walks from the kitchen, her heels hurting her feet. What
bliss it will be to remove these dainty items of suffering. Carefully
she reaches the closed door. Oh no. How to open it? She can’t hold the
tray with one hand, it is hard enough carrying it with two. The tricky
manoeuvre of trying to push the handle down as the glasses slide
perilously close to the edge of the tray.

“Oh!” She gives a frustrated wriggle before kicking the door. “Boys?
Oh boys?” She trills.

Brian opens the door, his face lighting up. In fact Terri feels
pleased with herself. Here she is bringing the boys what they wanted.
It is nice to please them even if they are insufferable louts. She
parades into the room in triumph.

“Ta-ra”

An attempted curtsey almost leads to disaster with the glasses
lurching suddenly in one direction as if they are on the deck of the
Titanic. Fortunately Brian catches the tray with a steadying hand as
she lowers it to the coffee table.

“What a darling.”

“Said I could do it,” she giggles, her cheeks glowing red with
immodest pride.

Brian grabs his pint and collapses into his chair. “Hey, Andrew tell
her that she couldn’t suck off all of five of us. See if she falls for
that!”

They all laugh.

Terrance tries a smile as he works out what they are laughing at.
Shit! They had tricked him again! “You bastards!”

The men fall about laughing as the bimbo maid catches on to the easy
deception.

Fleeing from the room in tears she stamps hard up the stairs in her
heels. Only when she reaches the landing does she appreciate where she
is. Shit! She should have run out of the front door. Why run up stairs
like that. It had seemed so automatic.

She turns to go down. “Yipes!”

Andrew is blocking the stairwell, wearing a drunken leer to go with
his tight white tee shirt and jeans. “Don’t mind them darling they are
only having a bit of fun.”

“It was you who tricked me!” Terrance backs away until he finds
himself in a fussily decorated girl’s bedroom.

The walls are decked out with glossy posters of pop stars.

“It’s Tracey’s room. My sister.” He smiles. “The whole family’s away
on holiday. That’s why I’ve got my mates around.”

“Oh. I see,” she swallows still backing up. Andrew is so big, so
powerful. She feels frail and helpless in his menacing presence.

His eyes roam freely over her body. “Those legs, those tits, that
mouth, that fucking outfit! Wow!” Terrance giggles nervously. “Perhaps
we should go downstairs.” “Sure.”

Terrance is backed hard against the wall. He turns to look through the
window down into the street. If he screamed for help would anyone
hear? There is no one down there save one solitary car driving slowly
by.

She gulps and looks up at her tormentor.

2.

The car is the estate in which she had been kidnapped that very
afternoon.

Gary leans out of the window desperately staring in to the shapeless
shadows of modern suburbia. Where is she? How could he have let such
an angel go? What if a car has run her down? She is not the brightest
bulb on the Christmas tree. She could easily get herself into some
kind of trouble.

He thumps the steering wheel in anger. Where is the bimbo! And was she
all right? It was all his fault. Totally.

Fate deals the hands blindly. If only at that very moment he looked up
at the tee-shirted man closing the curtains of the bedroom above him.
He might just have caught a glance of a terrified maid looking down.

3.

Andrew carefully checks there is no gap between the curtains before
marching across to the bedroom door and closing it. “You know what
love? You and me have a couple of things in common.”

“More than you can imagine,” Terrance swallows preferring to keep his
back hard against the wall near the window.

“For one thing we don’t like football. Right?”

“Right. Yes.”

“For another,” he is standing over her now, tall strong. Muscular arms
like smooth stone balloons.

Terrance feels feeble. His breaths grew short. His mind swirls. He
spurts into his chastity belt. His knickers feel repulsively damp
between his legs.

She can smell something. Masculine. But not unpleasant. Is it
testosterone? A long time ago Elaine had dragged Terrance onto a
squash court. Two pounding brutes washed with sweat were coming off.
It is that smell. Exciting. If only she had some perfume to sprinkle
on her neck. An odour to compliment his male smells with something
flowery.

“For another. I think we could make a great pair.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” his voice trembling, hoarse.

“Oh yea. I bet you can feel it too.”

The hand grabs the back of her head leaving Terrance to desperately
try and keep the wig from falling off. He must move his head which
ever way the hand demands of it else his secret will be revealed.
Andrew’s mouth closes on her own.

“No please, pleessh humph, humph”

The hand hard in her hair. The other arm a firm buttress around her
waist.

She has no option other than to be kissed. Her hands resting lightly
on his sturdy shoulders.

He comes up for air with a cocky grin. “What do you think of that
babe?”

Somehow he presses his body even closer to her. Entirely enveloping
her.

Another long kiss. A metallic tongue flicking into her mouth.
Invading. Occupying. Controlling.

She feels her body grow limp as if the bones have been replaced with
rags. A puppet in his arms.

Her hands reach searchingly around his neck. Her body betrays her
terribly by pushing itself against her tormentor.

Noises of pleasure. She puts her palms to his cheeks holding him for
her own gratification. Kissing. Snogging. Sucking. Receiving. Lost.
Her legs rise to rub his thigh.

He manoeuvres her, manhandles her, but her body complies with his
every push and prod. It needs little coaxing.

They collapse onto the bed. Briefly she opens her eyes to dizzily
stare up at the smug, grinning man. “Oh Andrew.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

Somehow she finds enough breath to wheeze “Terri.”

“You are so hot Terri,” he says before nibbling at the maid’s ears
with sharp painful teeth.

The maid’s back arches, her arms falling around the muscular shoulders
of her seducer. She desperately wants to feel his weight on top of
her. Crushing her. Dominating her.

She eagerly sucks at his face.

The tinkling bell is welcome music to their lovemaking.

She feels his hand move down her body, and her back desperately bows,
throwing her crotch at him.

From a million miles away she hears a zip. Then a swirl of belt being
undone. She moans but the musical bell now sounds a little like an
alarm bell.

“Oh my god!” She sits up on the bed just as Andrew has pushed his hand
under her skirt to grab her knickers.

She thrusts two balls of fists into her mouth as she stares down at
something she has never seen before: another man’s erection.

“Oh my God,” she repeats, her eyes held by the magnetic sight. It is
fascinating. So hard, so thick. Somehow it is hers. She wants it. She
needs it inside her. Terrance must get a grip on all this.

“Don’t worry babe I won’t hurt you,” he whispers with the same grin he
used when deceiving her downstairs.

“No!”

“Yes, just lie down.”

“No You don’t understand.”

Terrance’s dick is foaming so much that he can barely concentrate but
he knows that he needs to sober up and sober up fast. Sadly strings
that he no longer controls are pulling his body and mind. He needs to
take charge of his slutty other self. But Terri is whispering in his
mind: ‘why fight it? You want it. He wants it. Give in to him. Just
this once. Just do it one time.’

A deep authoritative voice from a million miles away. “Just lie back.”

Terri does so. Yielding, eyes half closing. Somehow the world seems
right when she lies on her back staring sleepily up at him.

The hand grips her panties and she screams. “No. No. Its, er, it’s,
er, it’s my time of the month. Sorry!”

Andrew gazes down passed her boobs at her gorgeous stockinged legs and
sighs, his shoulders relaxing.

She puts her tiny hand to his face. “Sorry. Sorry,” before adding so
truthfully, “I just don’t know what came over me.”

His eyes flick back to her. They are hard now. No humour. Determined.
Brutish.

Terri curls up her legs in fear. She feels both her wrists grabbed and
tugged above her head where one hand pins them to the pillow.

With his other hand free he sits astride the helpless maid, his dick
pointing menacingly at her face. He then shuffles slowly up her body,
his weight squeezing the air from her tummy. His dick dribbles a thin
trail, until he reaches her boobs. Only then does he settle back.

Never has the maid felt so submissive. All her darkest fantasies flood
her mind.

Terrance swims in a tiny boat on an ocean he can never control.
Another wriggle and the glistening prick is over her mouth.

Her lips fall apart, her shoulders jerk upwards so that her tongue can
flick out. Food for the starving.

Andrew arches his own back as if in sympathy with his captive before
leaning forwards and dipping his beast into her delicate pink mouth.
He immediately flies into seventh heaven.

4.

Andrew uses his sister’s wardrobe mirror to check his appearance. He
could see a faint damp spot on his jeans but knows that will fade soon
enough. “You stay here,” he spits over his shoulder. “My brother will
want the same.” When he fails to hear a reply he turns on the curled
up maid, her head tucked beneath her arm. “Did you hear me?”

The head jerks up. Wide apprehensive eyes, trembling wet pink lips.
“Yes. Yes. Sorry.”

He jabs a finger at her. “He’ll be up after the football in ten
minutes. Got it!”

“Yes. Yes.”

Andrew marches out and she listens as his feet bump two at the time
down the stairs.

She sits up. What has she done? He gazes at himself in the mirror. He
was looking at someone he had never seen before: the maid as a used
cocksucker. Did she look different. Was he different?

He pushes his fingers between his legs, rubbing agonizingly at the
unrelenting chastity belt. It is as sturdy as ever so he rolls over in
frustrated tears. He has to come. He just has to. But he also has to
escape.

The thought of those horrible men forming a queue up the stairs makes
her feel sick. But had she not enjoyed it? Had it not been a thrill?

Terrance shouts ‘no’ out loud, but the pink lipped, sleepy eyed maid
in the mirror wears a feint, knowing, smile.

Not much time. First things first. If he is to escape into the streets
he has to get out of these clothes. They are far too conspicuous.

He sits on the edge of the bed prising his fingers into the locked
straps of the heels. No way would they even budge.

The dress! If he could cut around the lock at the top of the neck then
he could get it off and try some of Andrew’s sister’s, clothes.

Terrance desperately rummages through Tracey’s drawers. Plenty of
sluttish underwear but nothing that would cut cloth. He is
particularly taken with a black pair of panties in see through lace.
Despite their delicate nature they are firm tight. He must get himself
a pair like that.

Then the wardrobe. An array of short skirts and tiny dresses. Terrance
holds his breath, how he has dreamt of having such a wardrobe for
himself. There was even his favourite item: a short leather skirt. It
was black, slightly flared with a wide sexy buckle. He had to stroke
it.

He hears a door down stairs and is stung into continuing his search.

Wonder of wonders! Tracey has a sewing kit complete with long nosed
scissors. Downstairs he hears a loo flush and then the doors open and
closing again.

Not much time.

He cuts down around the lock, using the mirror as a guide. The
reversed movements are difficult and he feels like crying at the
thought of slicing through his favourite maid’s dress. But needs must.
He could always get another.

The scissors tear through the cloth but cannot make an indent on the
metal zip. He cuts from the other direction, but still the blades are
useless against the hardened zip. “Oh no.” Tears brim at his eyes. In
desperation he grabs the dress just below where he has cut it and tugs
hard. The zip clasp pings off the dress. It is left hanging from the
locked bell collar. Now with sharp fierce tugging he can pull the
dress down over his hips, down his stockings and around his heels. At
last he steps out of it, catching his reflection in the mirror.

Strappy high heels, black stockings with – amazingly – only one
ladder, on the inside of the right thigh; suspender belt, those
gorgeous black panties, the corset, pushing in the waist and enhancing
his boobs and finally the collar and bell that had haunted him so
much.

He holds the scissors close to the corset but then shakes his head. No
way would he be able to cut through material that thick. So little
time.

He pulls out the black leather skirt and holds it up to his waist. It
is a size 12. His size!

He pulls it up and has the second biggest spurt of the day into his
panties. (The first being when Andrew’s back stiffened and he spent
his himself).

The skirt is stunning. Tight, firm, but still so feminine. He zips up
the rear and twirls back and for in front of the mirror. What would
Gary think of this?

Gary. Gary! The name saddens him. How silly he had been. Gary had been
so helpful. So sweet. She stamps her heeled foot. “I am just a big
stupid, silly, airhead bimbo!”

She hears the boys roar downstairs. The match has finished. Oh my God.
It is all too late. Any moment now she will be pushed back onto the
bed. She will experience with tingling moment when her entire body
submits.

She hunts for a top. There are too many low cut blouses. She would
need something to hide this ridiculous bell. Something with a high
collar. Finally she uncovers a thin, white silky jumper with a roll
neck top. She squeezes it over her head, tugging it down over her
boobs. It just touches the top of the skirt belt. Excellent.

She checks herself in the mirror. The letters across the front of the
jumper are obvious, even when read backwards: large baby blue
characters: “TEASE?”

What sort of a slut would wear such an item? She twitches one way then
the other seeing how her boobs stick out so firmly through the
material. It is dead sexy. Another spurt.

But that word! TEASE!

Standing out on her boobs like a road sign.

She finds herself giggling. Wouldn’t it be fun to wear it to a club or
on a date. What would Gary think? I bet he’d shake his head and tut.
She giggles at the thought.

The thought of Gary discovering her wet knickers makes her shiver. She
opens the drawer and snatches the black lace netting panties she had
admired earlier. Tracey won’t miss them. She changes the wet pair for
the welcome relief of a tight, dry, new pair sighing as they nestle
comfortably around her groin and hips.

She rolls up the old wet knickers in the maid’s dress and thrusts it
under the bed. Voices downstairs.

She dashes to the stairs just as the room door opens. She hears Brian:
“You bunch of wankers. I’ll get her to give me a blow job she’ll never
forget.”

Then Des: “let the two virgins go first!” Lots of laughter.

She dashes across the landing into the bathroom, listening as the
footsteps bump up the stairs. By remaining in the doorway she can see
Andrew dragging Brian up to the top of the stairs before disappearing
into Tracey’s bedroom.

Now or never. She flees down the stairs. She is aware of Des in the
loo and the other two lads in the kitchen. She opens the front door
and takes off into the icy night.

She hears Brian shout: “Get the bitch. I want her now!”

Unable to run in her heels she bounces down the street in tiny
staccato foot movements. The bell still tinkling defiantly even though
it is caught beneath her polo neck jumper. Worse, a movement she has
never experienced before: her boobs jiggle under the tight gauze of
the white jumper. The word ‘TEASE?’ catching the street lights as if
flashing on and off. She turns into the next gate. If she stays on the
pavement they will instantly see her.

Oh where did Gary live? She would never be able to remember. Was it
this direction?

She settles behind a hedge, crouching in her little tight skirt. Her
boobs swelling up the words ‘Tease’ before her. Must think, must
think. Long blades of damp grass tickle her bottom as the skirt
tightens and pulls high on her thighs.

Voices. Angry. “Where is that little bitch? If this is anything to do
with you Andrew I’ll thump you!”

Andrew’s voice, plaintive, “na, honest. She is just a lying little
tramp.”

She catches her breath, pushing her fist in to her mouth to prevent
herself crying out in fear.

Brian again: “You two go the other way. Check the lanes. She can’t get
far dressed as a maid with that fucking bell around her neck!”

Terrance instinctively takes hold of the bell through the thin
material of the silky white jumper. It tinkles. In the dead of night
it might as well be a church bell.

“Did you hear that?” They are close. The other side of the hedge.

Terrance holds his breath. That silly, silly little bell! Her eyes
moisten.

The city falls silent. No wind. No trees. Even the cars have stopped.
Eerie, Scary silence.

The hand grips her ear so painfully it wrings tears from her eyes as
she is jerked to her heels.

“You fucking slut. Running before I could cream that little mouth of
yours!”

Brian’s teeth are tightly gritted, Andrew stands behind him nodding
and grinning.

“Please. Please let me go. Please. Ouch”

She is dragged back into the street crying and begging. “Please let me
go. I’ll do what ever you want. Just don’t hurt me.”

“You’ll do what ever I want anyway slut!” She cries so piteously that
she doesn’t hear the car tyres screech to a halt.

“Hey lads have you seen ..”

“Fuck off.”

She recognises the voice. It can’t be! She twists her head as much as
she can before gasping: “Gary. Gary. It’s me. Terri. Please help.
Please. I’ll do anything, I’ll even …”

Gary bounds around the car. She has forgotten just how big he is. He
towers above her assailants. Brian immediately releases her ear and in
a nano second she dives behind her saviour.

“You keep the slut,” spits Brian as he and Andrew stride away,
“there’s plenty more tramps where she came from.”

“I don’t think so,” Gary mutters as he turns and grabs her shoulders.

As the louts disappear up their drive Terri creeps out and grins up
him.

Gary shakes his head and then looks down at her, his eyes narrowing:
“You stupid bitch running off like that! Anything could have happened!
Do you know how worried I was?” And then the dam well finally
explodes. Tears flood down her cheeks, “I know. I am so sorry. You
were so nice to me and I am such a..”

She couldn’t say anymore as two powerful arms crush her up against his
body.

His mouth finds her ear and he whispers, “I’ll never let you make a
fool of yourself again.”

5.

As she stands in Gary’s kitchen sipping a hot toddy looking out at the
darkened window she can see her ghostly reflection. The white jumper,
with the twin peaks, and the top of the leather skirt belt. She spurts
for the umpteenth time into her knickers.

She hears Gary close the front door, having put the car away.

“I’ve made you a drink with lemon, rum and hot water and sugar. I hope
you like it.”

“What the hell does that say on your jumper?”

“Oh it was the only thing I could find to replace the maid’s dress.”

“I liked the maid dress.”

She turns on her heels with a big grin, to face him. “So did I.”

Gary eyes her up and down. “Mind you, you look pretty hot in that
outfit too.”

Terri giggles, twisting back and fore with her boobs stuck out as far
as she can push them. “Anyway it only says ‘Tease’ on my jumper. Don’t
you approve?” she adds coyly.

“Bimbo! What do you think it says on the back!”

She squeals, “oh my God. The back! I haven’t …”

She twists around to read her reflection in the window. All she can
make out are undecipherable baby blue letters. Her arse is slapped.
“It says ‘for boys’. Your jumper reads ‘tease for boys’.”

Terrance flushes red and giggles.

“It seems to me that the only boy getting teased is you,” Gary laughs.
“That is until I remove the chastity belt.”

She looks up at him with the biggest eyes in the world. “Will you?
Please?”

“I’ve freed you from your shackles and handcuffs, rescued you from
those yobs. I think you owe me big time.”

“I know”. She licks her pink lips.

At first he could not understand the sly grin and mischievous eyes.
Why did she approach him so wantonly pulling back her shoulders to
enhance the way her breasts bulge through that enticing thin material?
Why is she sliding to her knees? Those huge eyes looking up at him. A
little snake of a tongue over those succulent pink lips. She is
undoing his trouser zip. Oh my God, he thinks, it can’t be: a dream is
about to come true.

6.

The warm orange sun finds the lovers in bed together. She still wears
the corset and the bell still tinkles, (he had steadfastly refused to
remove that last lock). She tries to straighten up but is prevented by
his large snoring frame and the fact her wrists are still bound to the
bed head. Actually he had tied her a little loosely and she had
accidentally freed herself in the night; but it was an easy matter to
push the hands back through and pull gently. He would learn how to tie
her properly she thought. After all they had plenty of time ahead of
them.

But what about his lovely wife Elaine? He loved her too. She pursed
her lips. This is a dilemma.

In a perfect world he would want them both but the world is rarely
perfect. Surely he could think of a plan? After all, wasn’t he clever?
The smartest man he knew?

“Uhm no!” he blurts out loud with a giggle. The best idea he could
have was to leave the thinking to others.

“Oy Gary,” she prods the lumbering giant, rocking him back and fore
until he wakes. “Gary. I need you to sort out my life.”

“Hey?” his eyes flicker at the orange light through the window. “Go to
sleep before I spank you again.”

She giggles, kissing his hairy chest. “Yes but after you spank me
again you have to rescue me from one last situation.”

“And what’s that?” he groans with his eyes still closed.

Terrance sits up in the bed, wide awake: “Well it’s like this …”

7.

The waitress places Elaine and Gary’s drinks on a tray and leads them
to their table.

The music is a soft romantic baritone.

Gary holds her chair while she settles down, she offers him no more
than a perfunctory nod. “Now don’t get me wrong,” Gary is speaking,
quickly. He can barely contain his excitement. “It could work out for
both of us.”

“For you maybe!”

“No for you as …” Gary waits for the waitress to serve the soup and
move back to the kitchen. “Look, see it from your point of view …”

“I can see it from yours!”

He opens his hands and smiles. “Sure, sure. Yes I have Terri for three
days. She always takes Monday off work …”

“Which was news to me!”

“I am sure. He had it all worked out. If he wasn’t such a bimbo …”

“Yes,” she says impatiently.

“Well anyway. Now we all know his secret. What I propose is that I
have Terri for the weekend and Monday. I pick her .. I mean him, up on
the Friday evening and drop Terrance back on Tuesday morning.”

“After you have indulged your sick perverted fantasies with my
husband!”

Gary sees that the waitress has returned to clean some glasses. He
uses his flapping fingers to get Elaine to keep her voice down. “We
share him. And then you can have time with that lover of yours.”

“He’s just a smug ignoramus!”

“Maybe you can find someone better.”

Elaine’s lips purse, she sips her soup from her spoon. “I don’t like
it.”

Gary’s shoulders drop. This was what he feared. “May I ask why?”

“You take Terrance away, have fun and games with Terri and then bring
me back Terrance for three and a half days.”

“Well just Saturday and Sunday would be ok,” his face falls. He had
hoped not to have to make any concessions. “If that’s all you’ll agree
to.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet!”

The situation is slipping away from him. His dream floats away like a
cloud over the sea. The meal together had seemed such a good idea.
Help her concentrate her mind after the shocks she had experienced. He
had promised Terri he would plan this so carefully. He couldn’t give
up yet.

“Look – it seems to me that we both get what we want form this unique
situation.”

“Seems to me that you get more than I!”

“How so? I only have him for,” he sighs, “two days. You get him for
the rest of the week.”

Elaine’s nostrils flare, her eyes widen. She leans across the table to
make sure only he hears. Gary prepares himself for the worst. It was
nice while the plan lasted.

“No! Silly. You get Terri for two days or three days whatever but I
get Terrance for four days. Why don’t I get Terri for a few days too?”
He crunches the napkin. His eyes and mouth wide open. “Oh.”

“You men always think of yourselves. There’s washing, dusting, ironing
…”

“Well …”

“Not to mention the shopping, the cooking …”

Barely able to contain himself Gary leans even closer across the
table: “How about a rota. Three days for me and four days for you.”

“Just Terri.”

“Of course just Terri. Terrance can disappear.”

“And what about the chastity belt key?”

“I’ll have a copy made. You have one and I’ll have one.”

Elaine strokes her hair. “What about him, I mean her. Will she agree
to this?”

Gary beams. He clicks his fingers and the waitress wriggles over.

“Listen tramp. This is how it’s going to be. You stay three days with
me and then four days with your mistress. You got that?”

“Well…” Terri grips her short waitress skirt. Really she would like
to have heard what they were planning. Gary had refused to share any
of the plan with him.

The slap across Terri’s thigh even makes Elaine jump.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

“Right. Get the main course sorted. Suddenly I am ravenous!” he
ploughs into his soup.

Elaine drops her spoon into the empty dish. “Had I known that he, er
she, could cook like this I would have swapped roles with him years
ago. This is delicious!”

“I can’t wait for the cannelloni. It smells fantastic.”

In the kitchen Terri lowers the gas under the vegetables and smiles.
She leans back against the sink resting one of her high heeled feet by
lifting it off the ground. He wonders if he would ever get used to
wearing them. But the discomfort was part of the fun. He shakes his
head just to listen to the bell tinkling.

He wasn’t sure about the baby blue waitress outfit, much preferring
his black maid’s uniform but if that was what Gary wanted at meal-
times then fine. He wonders whether Elaine would want a special
uniform at specific times.

His cheeks redden with pleasure at the thought of the years of service
ahead of him. She was a bit of a bimbo, Gary had helped her understand
that, but could anyone in the whole wide world be happier than she was
right now?

A voice boomed: “Clear these dishes you lazy slut.” Terri raises her
eyebrows. The words she has heard before, having made Gary his
breakfast that morning, but not with this voice.

“Yes mistress,” she called out clip clopping to the dinning room. Gary
had saved the day, yet again.

End.

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