I hesitate to publish this entry from a conceited, arrogant bull who seems very proud of himself for the distress he caused.

Any sensitive sissies should cover their eyes and move onto the next item right now!

 

The horrible brute writes,

 

Dear Debbie

As a lot of cuckolded sissies read your site I thought they might benefit from the following warning. Trixie, (a really good name for her, yes?!!!), kept wittering on about being locked in the Neosteel Shemale belt. Even his gorgeous wife lost her patience. After all he had agreed to it in the first place, the airhead just forgot to mention a time limit. (feel free to laugh!)

So I instructed Trixie to sit her fat arse down on the punishment chair and proceeded to tie her. As you can see from the snaps his wife took on the phone Trixie isn’t that concerned yet as she has spent many frustrating hours bound on it in the past.

I always secure her with handcuffs as it frightens the poor babe.

 

But on this occasion I wagged a firm finger in her face and told her she would never again complain about the expensive chastity device in which I kept her securely fastened.

 

I could tell by her eyes she didn’t believe me. Then I preceded to gag her. You have to laugh, the poor sissy didnt know what was coming!

And continued to gag her!

 

And even more gagging!

 

Until her poor mouth was full to bursting.Now she was getting frightened!

 

 

Then I used a silk handkerchief to to severely force it home and bound that around her silly mouth.

This I pulled back as tightly as humanly possible. No way was the bitch going to be able to spit out the gag until I allowed her!

 

Well I have to tell you the poor sissy was totally distressed by now. She couldn’t make any sound apart from an hilarious low moaning.

 

 

And what more could I do, just to give his wife a picture she would never forget? Just call me the Master!

You can imagine the fun I had with his wife after that. She only stopped laughing after I bent her over the bed and … (EDITOR: please! that is quite enough of your sordid and sadistic activities for one day!)

 

***The Hotel apologises in advance for any upset this item may provoke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shouting from downstairs awoke me. I must have nodded off. My first instinct was to pull the duvet down but I had forgotten about my manacled hands. I had to roll onto my back so I could use both hands to pull down the quilt.

A great deal of giggling.

I heard Chloe laugh, “Mum you are just so drunk!”

More laughter. I sat up in bed feeling the short apron tickle my thighs. Blair drunk? I checked my pink phone time, it was only just a little after five.

“Aw mum can I go to the cinema with the girls? Please?”

I didn’t hear the reply but it must have been affirmative judging by the gleeful laughter from Chloe.

I sat up in bed, my handcuffed wrists checking that the little maids cap was still in place. It was askew but thankfully still there.

A long half hour later I heard Chloe leave with her friends and Blair’s footsteps on the stairs.

I held my breath staring at the bedroom door. After an eternity it opened and a red faced Blair popped her head around. Her eyes were half closed by alcohol and her mouth set into a sexy toothy grin that looked like it had been there all her life.

“My, my, my. Look at my good little boy.” She laughed. “Erm maid. All ready for the arrival of their Mistress of the House.”

She entered and I gasped. I had forgotten how sexy she was. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Any man would have had an instant erection. Her dark dress followed every curve, her skirt hem line sat tight around the tops of her dark tights. Her heels tall and elegant.

“Chloe says you have been ever so good.” I recall how irrationally fearful I was as she closed the door and advanced like a succubus

She climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me. “And can you remember what good boys get?”

“Erm,” I swallowed, “treats Mistress.”

She giggled, thinking for a moment. “Hmmm. And what about good maids?”

“Do they get treats as well Mistress?”

She tousled my hair. “Oh such a clever maid.”

My cheeks flushed but I said nothing as she climbed, fully clothed into my bed to snuggling up to me. My dick spurted into the condom.

Had she forgotten about her promise?

Placing a finger under my hinged cuffs she raised them closer to her face, staring at them as if they were the finest jewels she had ever seen.

She sighed looking light headed. A smile flickered on her lips as if she was about to open a special present at Christmas.

Kissing my nose she whispered, “And my poor little boy cannot unlock these all by his little self?”

“No Mistress. Erm, the hinge, it is too inflexible …”

She put a finger on my lips. “Oh do hush. You gabble on like a school girl.”

 

She placed her arms around me to draw me closer to her soft hot body. I spurted again feeling the agony of total frustration.

“Oh wow, you would have loved to have been with Morgan and me earlier. Oh! I mean Mister Hopkins,” She giggled. “He is just such a laugh. He doesn’t stop.”

She was slurring her words.

“On and on he goes. And he has such a filthy sense of humour. I was killing myself laughing.”

I glanced up at her, my face a picture of abject worry. “Mistress? You didn’t …. You know ….”

It was as if she had woken up, like I had distracted her from a dream. “What? Didn’t what?”

“I don’t know,” I felt frantic, placing my cuffed wrists under her boobs, not daring to touch her. “You know flirt with him or anything?”

For a moment she was bewildered then she grinned, tapping my nose with her index finger. “And if I did? Isn’t that part of this pervy cuckold thingee you always go on about?”

“But it’s not real! I wouldn’t want it to really happen!”

Clearly trying desperately not to laugh at me she adopted this school teacher admonishing expression. “And how should you refer to the mistress of the house, little maid?”

This was infuriating, though I recall my trapped dick reacting. “Mistress!”

“Don’t pout. Hmmm, I think a little maid who is expecting treats should be better behaved, don’t you?”

My face burnt and my eyes fell from her face to her curves. “yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress indeed. Naughty maid. But that’s the funny thing.” She held me tightly. “He was going on and on about maids. Morgan now, I mean Mister Hopkins. Anyways, now get this. You will adore this. I suddenly realised he wanted me to be a maid. Me! So I put him starlight,” she giggled under her breath. “Told him that he could be Master of the House and have as many maids as he wanted but I would be Mistress of the House.”

I think I almost feinted at her words. I certainly felt light headed, as if I were about to swoon. “Mistress you have to be careful talking to a man like him in that way. He will get the wrong idea.”

She stroked my hair softly. “Will he little maid? You sure?”

Trying to sit up I again felt the limiting power of the handcuffs. Blair gently held my shoulders and with my hands trapped I had to comply with her firm cuddle.

“Mistress. I know him, guys like him. He will think …”

I couldn’t finish the sentence, it was too dreadful to be spoken. A loud mouthed brute like Mister Hopkins screwing my lovely innocent wife.

My wife smiled sympathetically. “He has enough sluts chasing him. I think all the girls in the office have either dropped their knickers for him or would love to.”

Somehow that didn’t give me any solace. If they were all ready to drop their panties for him then why not my own wife? The world was rolling away from me.

“Mistress, please find another job.”

She laughed. “Aw poor jealous maid. She kissed my nose. I would never leave you. You would get lost wouldn’t you, poor silly maid. You are mine, always.”

My eyes teared up at that. I guess I was fearing that she no longer loved me and I couldn’t really blame her. “You mean that?”

She took hold of the hairs at the lower part of my head and tugged. I yelped, it was so painful, made worse by the fact I couldn’t reach around and protect myself.

“Shouldn’t you add a little word to that question my maid?”

“Mistress! Mistress.”

“Good boy. Let us say that if you forget again then,” She half closed her eyes and pouted for a bit before saying, “then I will cane you six times and send you to bed an extra hour early. Clear?”

I groaned. The last thing I wanted was to be sent to bed early again. “Yes Mistress.”

She laughed. “I am good at being Mistress of the House aren’t i?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. At that moment it struck me that she speaking a self-evident truth.

Smiling she said, “Yep. This is one thing I can do really well. Morgan would be thrilled.” She lay back on the pillow pulling her manacled husband over to her. “Anyways. Morgan thought that hilarious. He didn’t believe me. He thought all girly girls wanted to be his maid. So I put him straight on that. But oooh he is so naughty. Then he says well yes I could be Mistress of the house but,” her breathing grew shallow, “but he would be Master of the House and therefore master of the Mistress of the House. Isn’t that just so hot? Having cute maids to do everything they are told but still have a real man who could keep a firm hand on me when I needed it.”

“I could do that Mistress.”

Laughing, she lightly pecked my forehead. “of course you could babykins. You would be so commanding in your little maids hat and apron. Not knowing where the keys for that chastity thingee are.” She raised her voice to a silly whine, “’Oh pleath will you obey little me.’ She laughed. “No little boy I think we know where you would be in the household.”

I let out a stream of cum into my condom, feeling my head swim as if I were on a roundabout. If only I could cum properly and start thinking rationally.

“Mistress I am scared.”

Giggling she hugged him closer. “Morgan says scared servants are the best servants. He says a lot of things. I think he has really thought it through. He is more pervy than you!” She laughed again

But at that moment I wasn’t laughing. I know this was my fantasy with knobs on but quite frankly I felt terrified. This was a Blair I no longer recognised. This was a situation over which I had no say, in fact I didn’t even know what was happening. Things were going on outside my orbit.

“Please Mistress, you said I could, you now, have this chastity belt removed so I could cum.”

She opened her eyes as if she awakening from a sweet dream. “Ah yes I did. And Chloe was very impressed with what your tidying and cleaning. I thought you could do better with the downstairs bathroom. Remember to fold the towels neatly and layer them properly over the radiators. But hey. First time yes?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Be a good boy and fetch my favourite vibrator from my drawer.”

What? This was supposed to be about me! “Yes Mistress.” I struggled out of the bed with my manacled ankles proving a problem to get both feet onto the floor. “And the key Msitress?”

“Have I asked you to fetch a key little maid?”

“Well no, not exactly, no. But …”

“I hope my silly, muddle headed little maid isn’t wasting my time by thinking on it again?” She could barely keep a straight face especially when I guess, I looked so pathetic and frightened.

I could see that I needed to obey her directions before anything could be discuss so I toddled off in my chains.

“Oh and bring me the large penis shaped dildo!”

I froze. The large dildo? What did she want with that? I thought through all my stories of dominant women and how they used the dildo to further emasculate the poor sissy.

Surely ….? I peered at her with my head bent forward. I thought at the time, and I know now, that my submissive, worried look turned her on. She lay on her side supported by one arm her sexy legs pointing at me. But there was a look in her face. Arousal.

She moves her had down to the front of her dress but then seemed to realise I was still in the room, even though she was looking directly at me,

It was as if I wasn’t there, or no longer counted. She would never play with herself in front of me yet here she was about to do so.

She caught herself, smiled and said, “hurry up!”

The esteemed Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel, MD, PhD, Pys.D, D.O, FRCP, MSc, DrSc and DdPH expert in Relationships and sexual studies is our very own Agony Aunt. She has studied this area for over 6 decades, lectured in every major university and won two Nobel prizes.

 

 

 

From Scarlet,

Dear Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel,

I earnestly beseech you to explain the difference between punishment and entertainment to my wife’s lover! he bought this cage for me as a punishment or when he doesn’t want to be bothered with me, which is fair enough of course. BUT now he puts me away in the cage all the time because he thinks I look cute in the cage! I mean please!

Then he takes endless pictures to show to his friends. I have included a few here for you to see what a selfish brute he can be.

And it is no good asking my wife because she thinks it is incredibly funny. Please professor how can I explain to him the difference between punishment and his own selfish entertainment?

 

Love and wishes, Scarlet

 

 

*Note from The Hotel:

Sadly Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel, MD, PhD, Pys.D, D.O, FRCP, MSc, DrSc and DdPH cannot be with us today so we have asked little Debbie to answer for her.

This is Debbie’s considered advice …

 

 

 

OMG Scarlet! You do look sooooooo cute. He is just sooooo right. Infuriating isn’t it when he always turns out to be right like that. Did he really buy that cage just for you!!!! Oh isnt he soooo sweet. I had to put up with a an old dog cage for years! You are soooo lucky.And where did you get that gorgeous pink gag, it is like sooo delicious. I want one! I have just the shoes to match it.

 

This cage is like so totally awesome. I am going to put this high up on Christmas Card list. I want to look as cute as that! Totally.  Thank you for sharing.

 

Oh, oh, oh. Almost forgot. What am I like? Erm difference between punishment and entertainment? Well, punishment is when he or your wife does something because you have been naughty and entertainment is when they do something to you for, erm, well, like, entertainment I guess. Difficult to explain right now. Anyways I am Googling cages so a bit busy.

 

Debbie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Masters, Bulls and Mistresses everywhere.

 

 

Tired of your Sissy escaping from her corset?

Fed up with having to replace waist cinchers cut open by your Sissy?

Annoyed at having to buy a new lock when the sissy has spent hours cutting through the old on to escape the corset?

Do you have the same old tired story from your sissy? That one about how they had to remove the corset because it made them look so girlish when they were out with the ‘guys’ or had to go to work?

No matter how much you beat them there is always an occasion when they remove it without permission.

 

Here is the answer …

The Fully Automated Locking corset and waist cincher.

 

Unique locking keys.

The sissy cannot cut off the locks here, nor can they be picked or drilled. The sissy cannot even buy a key for it . Each lock has a unique key that only the owner will have.

Spares can be obtained only by the original purchaser.

 

Once secured on the sissy will always look like a sissy no matter what they wear.

The automated traction device incorporated into every unit will pull in the sissy’s waist to girlish proportions, making her hips and buttocks seem much larger.

 

Special Offer

Apply within one month of seeing this ad and you can purchase the complete sissy chastity belt for half price.

 

Warning, this unit requires the ‘tucking’ of sissy’s useless undercarriage before securing with the automated chastity belt.

 

Inescapable and offers perfect female lines beneath even the loosest of trousers.

 

Just think, silky tight blouse and trousers over these two devices the sissy will never be able to look anything other than the girl she really is.

 

Here are some examples …

1. Eric demanded to be allowed to leave the house now his wife’s lover had taken it over. The bull agreed – but then locked the fully automated waist cincher and chastity belt on the sissy. Wear what you like!

The poor sissy had to phone in from the railway station to plead to be allowed home.

 

2. The sissy will do the gardening is she is allowed to wear teeshirt and shorts rather than the maids outfit. Fine! Just lock on our device, pat her bottom and send her out.

 

The three following examples show the sissy out and about, shopping or going to sporting events. Wonderful eh?

 

 

 

Always look before vacuuming!

 

 

 

After this painful error the poor ditzy maid was caned 24 times every day for a fortnight by her wife’s love.

 

 

 … like this ?

 

This is how she poses before you …

 

 

The tight black dress is see through, revealing everything!

 

You object, you plead. You beg. “Oh please darling don’t go out dressed like that! What will he think?”

 

But then it get worse, she turns around …

 

“My love! Don’t  you see? It is cut up the back! I mean right up showing your bottom!”

 

But then it get worse, she pushes her stunning derriere into your face.

 

 

“This is too much. “I forbid it! You cannot go out with my boss dressed like that!

 

But then it get worse, she tapes a gag tightly over your pleading lips.

 

All you can do is mumble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And she says, “Now don’t stay awake just for little old me honey. I might be late, very late. Byron says he knows a place where we can dance the night away. And if he gets too drunk to drive me home, well clever Byron even knows a hotel where we can stay. Isn’t he clever darling? Oh do stop those tears. You have begged for this since we first got married. So You enjoy yourself. Oh I forgot. I have all three keys to your chastity belt. Well if you can’t enjoy yourself  then think of me enjoying myself ok Honey? Good night precious.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3

 … that her lover has to be finally  confronted over his arrogant domination of the household?

 

You know the problem. Too many punishments, too many rules and no where near enough treats.

The sissy and wife plot their plan of attack, the arguments they will use and then when her lover is in a good mood they ask, (politely of course), for an opportunity to discuss certain matters arising in his household. They make out a list and present it to their man.

Being a fair minded person he obviously sets aside a time when all three can discuss the issues at hand, whilst at the same time preparing the sissy and wife for the debate.

He commands each to turn away and starts binding them as tightly as possible, once totally helpless he removes their ability to prattle endlessly on about their woes with a decent sized ball gag.

Once bound and gagged the couple have to listen to their master’s view of the world and dare not dissent – well not after the first few spankings anyway. He adds a few more rules to their lives, just to make a point, before taking the wife upstairs to the master bedroom to enjoy the fruits of his success.

Thus the world order is restored and everyone knows their place.

And the best result is that non one dares complain for a long time after.

Neat huh?

 

1. A couple who will no doubt be circumspect about complaining in the future .

2. Probably the most frustrating bondage a sissy and his wife have ever had to endure from an inventive master. Note how any movement rubs the silk stockinged legs over the other’s groin inducing intense arousal that cannot be satisfied. Highly effective!

 

3. This event followed the sissy and wife declaring that they couldn’t be maids to him all day … they changed their minds after their bladders got the better of them and begged to be maids for him when ever he wanted.

One from the archives …

 

1970s, it is believed, when the sissy and his wife were left bound and gagged for over three hours. It is said that there no more complaints there after.

 

I look back on those first days of cleaning with a gnawing fear in my tummy.

At that time I did not have a clue how to clean a bathroom and I suspect that few of you have any real experience of it either. ‘Being a maid is a profession not a hobby leading to wanking’, at least that is what I was taught a lot later.

Under the sink was a confusing endless supply of packets of wet wipes for all manner of surfaces along with bottles of cleaning fluids for everything under the sun.

Don’t worry I wasn’t going to fall into any traps. I dug out a maid’s apron from my clothing stash and tied it around my waist. I had three aprons from the different maid’s outfits so I chose the smallest, which seemed less humiliating. It was a frilly white square of silk that clung to the front of me and was tied off in a large bow at the rear. A couple of the maid caps were those huge Victorian ones so I selected the smallest one I could find, a sort of frilly silk tiara that I stuck into my hair. Though it looked quite sweet in my wig, my much shorter hair didn’t do it much justice.

 

I meticulously checked how I looked in my bedroom mirror as I didn’t want Blair to pick me up for not doing anything correctly.

Oddly the image that stared back was of a submissive looking metrosexual guy, smooth and feminine, whose girlishness was enhanced by the frilly apron and silly little cap.

Then the drudgery began. We have two bathrooms and two ensuites, each seemed to take an age to clean. The variety of wipes tackled them well but still required more elbow grease than I had ever imagined.

The result was that the bathrooms soon sparkled in the daylight sunshine. By simply tidying the various clutter of bottles and jars that litter any bathroom I felt I had achieved a reasonable result.

I had seen Blair add bleach to the toilet bowls so once cleaned I did likewise.

After a much needed coffee and some chocolate I returned up stairs to Chloe’s room. This was the one that, as you well know, troubled me most. If I didn’t clear it up sufficiently for Blair’s liking then I would be in serious woe, however if I disturbed it too much and upset Chloe I would still be in hot water with Blair.

I wondered if my wife knew how much turmoil she was putting me through, and I honestly think at that time she didn’t.

So, Chloe’s room? Well think teenager. Think girl who cannot put anything away. Think of a floor where the carpet is hidden by everything from two week old underwear to magazines.

Aargh. Where to start?

Even the desk and bed were littered with crumpled clothes. When I opened her wardrobes and cupboards I discovered them to be stuffed to the rafters.

I can recall sighing and shaking my head at the apparently impossible task. I needed to ring Blair and explain the issues involved.

It was then that the doorbell chimed and I stupidly humiliated myself totally.

Looking back I think it was me still getting used to wearing a chastity belt for a few days. So being unaccustomed to the permanent state of arousal and submission I simply couldn’t think clearly. That, sad to say, hasn’t improved to this day. In fact it has become worse as I have had to wear the chastity devices for even longer periods.

So I went downstairs and saw the shadow of the postman through the opaque glass of the front door.

Just then my pink mobile rang. I took it out and saw it was Blair. My reasoning decided it would be better to answer the door first and then call Blair back later. I didn’t want to get in to trouble for letting the postman wander off with the bondage items she wanted whilst I was delayed by the phone.
Then I heard Blair’s voice over the speakers in my office, “Jordan! Jordan!”

But outside the door was tonight’s relief. If I missed the handcuffs then I wouldn’t be allowed to cum. There was only once decision to be made. I answered the door and ignored Blair.

Indeed I guess you appreciate that the postman had the key to my sexual release, the end of my desperate frustration. So I guess you can appreciate my bimbo style behaviour.

I opened the door and can picture the postie now.

He was a little younger than me, taller by maybe a foot with a warm ever smiling round face.

I mentioned before my feelings of inadequacy when I faced the delivery guy whilst wearing my chastity belt. There is something mind tinglingly humbling about being near a guy who can use his willy for whatever he wants when yours is locked tightly away without you having access to the key. You feel subservient to them. A feeling I still have whenever a man walks into the room.

So I sort of simpered at him.

Oh, it actually hurts to think of it. I should have realised by the shocked then amused expression on his face that I had committed a wholly foolish act. But I didn’t.

“Mister Connolly?” His glittering eyes gave me the once over as if I were a girl.

“Yes.” I held out my hand for the parcels and letters he was holding. For a brief moment he just sort of stared at me then his grin grew wider showing his teeth. “Can you sign for this please?”

“Sure.” I signed his electronic device, thanked him and took the parcels inside.

When I closed the door I saw myself in the hall mirror.

The tiara maid’s cap was slightly skewwhiff and the maids apron wasn’t as crisp as it was when I tied it on earlier that day.

Oh. My. God.

I literally put my face into my hands. Had I really just shown myself off, dressed like this, to the damned postman? It would be all over the street by lunchtime!

“Jordan!” Blair shouted through the computer speaker. There was a chill threat to the way she said my name.

My mind wouldn’t work. I was terrified of her and the power she had over me.

I timidly slipped into my office, edging round to be in front of the webcam. Of course all I had was the childish screensaver to look at whilst she could see me perfectly on her screen.

“Sorry darling. I couldn’t take your call. The postman was at the door. I needed to get the package,” I explained defensively. “You know the stuff you wanted me to buy? Because if …”

“First stop jabbering like a nervous school girl!”

“Yes dear.”

But I was like a nervous school girl.

“Second, understand this. If I call you then I want to be answered. Got it?”

“Yes of course. Yes darling.”

“I am not second best to anyone!”

Wow, she sounded angry. “No you are not honey, really.”

“Thirdly, I was calling you to warn you how you looked! Idiot!”

I closed my eyes and sighed. Of course. Had I answered her phone call or gone to my office I wouldn’t have made a complete idiot of myself by answering the door with the apron and cap. “Oh. I see. Sorry.”

“You heard me calling you? Over the speakers?”

“Well, yes darling but I thought it best to get the door before the postman …”

“You thought? What have I told you?”

My tummy span over. “Not to think for myself. Sorry.”

“You are always sorry. A little bit of better behaviour and you wouldn’t have to be boring me by saying how sorry you are, would you?”

“No darling. Sorry.”

“I will deal with you later.”

I audibly groaned, closing my eyes as the fears of her ‘dealing with me later’ fogged my mind. A caning would be dreadful but if she didn’t let me cum then I think I would just dissolve into a lump of jelly.

“I have been watching you running around the house with the cloths and wipes. Good boy.”

I swallowed. There was hope. “Thank you darling.”

“Well, remember, I cannot see what incompetent work you have carried out in the bathroom, I will check that later.”

“Yes dear.”

“And you haven’t started Cloe’s room yet have you?”

“Darling. I don’t know where to start. It is full of rubbish, the wardrobes are jam packed. There are books everywhere …”

“Hush!”

I held my breath.

“God do you ever pause for breath?”

Sorry darling.”

“Firstly a lot of the clothes will need washing. I sort it out very few weeks. So firstly get her dirty clothes into the washing basket. Then tidy up the cupboards and wardrobes, that will give you a space to put things away. Simply tidy the magazines and other thingees into neat piles.”

“Yes darling.” That all made sense.

“Show me these expensive double locking thingamajigs.”

“Yes dear.”

I put the post down and opened the smaller package to reveal a white box with the words ‘Genuine Double Locking handcuffs’ inscribed on it.

“Wow,” I heard her say. “Well get them out!”

“Yes honey.” I nervously tore open the box to reveal the twin sets of pink handcuff, one linked with a short chain and the other hinged. I held them up to the webcam.

There was silence for a moment. “Ooooh! They certainly look solid enough.”

She was right on that one. They felt heavier than my toy self-releasing ones in my private box upstairs. These could only be opened by the keys they came with, of which there were a couple for each set of cuffs.

“Show me the other box. The ankle cuffs.”

 

“Yes dear. I opened the larger package and pulled open a blank white box to reveal the hefty leg irons. They were elegant but felt heavier than even the cuffs. A length of chain of about 10 inches connected them. Again there was twin set of keys.

I heard her giggling and my mind froze. What was so funny?

“Little boy?”

“Yes dear?”

“You don’t want to be punished later for your naughtiness do you?”

“No dear.” I gasped hopefully.

“My little boy wants his little treat doesn’t he?”

“Yes darling. Yes, yes I do.”

“Uh-uh. So let me punish you now. This is going to be soooo entertaining!”

I winced.

“First, take off all your clothes. And I mean strip off everything!”

The words ‘strip off everything’ aroused a spurt form down below. It was so exciting, just like a real dominatrix. I think at that time I thought this dominating me would sort of blow over given enough time.

But let me tell you it doesn’t. Once a girl has dommed you in this way she cannot see you as a dominant male figure ever again. You think of those ‘fetch mees’ Blair and Chloe went on about. Guys they knew were slaves and would fetch them anything. How could they ever see them as real men again?

At that time I still didn’t realise that rather obvious, inevitable change of view point.

 

I really thought I could get past this period and then move on. Yep, I guess I am as dumb as she says.

So, incredibly aroused I ‘stripped’ off my clothes before the web cam until I was naked bar the chastity cage and of course the maid’s cap I had once again forgotten.

“What’s that over the chastity belt?”

“A condom Miss. Please Miss, I use it to stop me from leaking. I get aroused and as I can’t cum, it sort of dribbles.”

“Stop being vulgar.”

Blair never liked such talk.

“And who told you to call me Miss? What’s this Miss business?”

I was dumbfounded. Where had that come from? “I , er, I , well ..I sort of …”

“Miss,” she repeated to herself. “Hmmm. My friend gets called mummy by her little boy but I am not sure I like that. I would like to have a little boy, but not sure about the mummy bit. Miss?” She mused over the word, repeating it a few times. “Miss. Miss. I don’t know.”

“I didn’t mean to, it sort of just came out.”

“From those seedy little stories you read, little boy.” She giggled before adding emphatically. “Or used to read.”

“Yes darling.”

“Miss. I guess it is short for Mistress? Yes?”

“Eerm yes, I suppose so darling.”

“Uh-huh. Miss. Mistress. Mistress. Miss.” She repeated reflectively. “Well it would be good to be a mistress in a Victorian household wouldn’t it? All those maids to do everything for you.” She laughed. “And those sexy hot guys in the stables and around fixing things. Mistress. Ok. Call me Mistress Form now on.”

“Ok darling, Mistress.”

“Love the way you say ‘ok’ as if you are agreeing to it. Well if it is ok with you,” she giggled, “then it is ok with me. But do not shorten it to Miss. Not sure about that yet.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I spurted into the condom, grateful I put a fresh one on that morning.

“Well now put on the apron.”

“Yes Mistress.” Oh heavens, was that arousing. Feeling the cool silk against my bare smooth skin. I think I told you before that I was pretty hairless at the best of times.

I tied it into a bow at the small of my back feeling the ribbons hanging down and tickling my buttocks.

“Good. Now straighten your cap. I don’t like it when it looks messy. That makes it all feel very grubby. I want you to be looking good for me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

With everything in place I just wanted to go to my room and have a play. I reckoned it would take me about 5 seconds to cum.

“Now put the leg irons on.

“Eh?”

I hadn’t expected that. I thought we would be playing with them later that night. I heard her sigh.

“Little boy I really don’t want to have to repeat every instruction as if you are so dense you need a spanking every time you get an order.”

Sorry mistress.”

“Do I need to be running behind my little boy constantly spanking his bottom?”

“God no Mistress. No.”

She laughed and relaxed. “Oh your face does look a picture! So let us have those leg irons on now.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I sat on the floor and raised them up. They were like enlarged handcuffs but they were more intimidating than my cuffs upstairs. With those I knew that I could just press the safety release and they would slip off. These required a key.

A slip of paper with instructions fell into my hand. It said about sliding the cuffs past a single point, hearing it click and then twisting the key for the second click, thus double locking them. That would stop the cuffs widening or closing tighter. A safety feature for prisoners. Prevented them from crushing their wrists or ankles.

The steel was freezing against my ankle as I closed it. It ratcheted closed with a click and I already felt trapped. I put the key in and twisted, feelings some resistance before the lock snapped shut.

My breathing became shallow, my head swam away. I had fallen into a foggy dream where my fingers felt like sausages I closed the second one around my other ankle and locked it twice.

“Very good. Wow. And you cannot take those off without the key. Amazing.”

I stood carefully keeping my feet close together.

“Put the keys on your keyboard in front of the web cam, near the keyboard. So I can see them.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I did as ordered laying them in their single key ring on top of the keyboard.

“Now the pink handcuffs. So suitable for a sissy don’t you think?”

I spurted again and groaned a “yes Mistress.”

What a scene this was. And yes, stupidly I saw it as a scene. Some incredibly enhanced wanking session straight from one of my favourite stories. I selected the chained cuffs.

“Not those. Use the hinged ones. They look sexy.”

“Yes Mistress.” I picked up the hinged ones and snapped a bracelet around my right wrist where it clicked through the levers. I put the key in and twisted locking it shut.

I read the few lines of instructions on the box. ‘Simply turn the key in the lock to get the second locking mechanism in place.’

I did so.

“Now the other wrist.” I could tell Blair was getting short of breath herself. I wished she was here so we could satisfy ourselves.

That was when the problem began and again I blame myself for me not thinking this through. Maybe I was too aroused to think anything through.

With chained handcuffs you can use your already locked hand to help put the bracelet around the free wrist. However the hinged mechanism means the hands are secured so close together, and the hinged mechanism so rigid, that you are prevented from doing that.

By placing the wrist with the unlocked bracelet onto my desk and pushing down, and then bending my fingers back from the wrist already cuffed I was able to lock the cuff on.

I guess many of you will have already worked out the problem I was about to face.

I stood up, secured by the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, feeling totally helpless and worse than naked in my apron and cap. As I tottered back I felt the pain of the ankle cuffs and whinned. I would have to learn to take very short steps.

“I tell you something little maid. You look amazing!”

“Thank you Mistress.” She called me little maid and my dick reacted. Pretty soon I would have to change the condom.

“How do you feel?”

“Oh my word. Like I have never felt before. I cannot describe how aroused and helpless I feel.”

“Poor baby and your little dickie all locked away until I get back.”

There she said it. ‘Until I get back’. Relief jarred me, so she was definitely going to free my caged cock. I even smiled.

“So you toddle upstairs like a good boy and sort out Chloe’s room as best you can.”

“Yes dear.”

“And little boy?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“I don’t think you double locked the second cuff.”

“Ah no. No I haven’t. Thank you Mistress.”

And here came the shock of my life.

With my hands held squeezed together I picked up the keys and found the barely flexible structure totally prevented me from moving the key anywhere near the hole.

“I, er I , I can’t reach.”

“Oh.” Blair said as if concerned. “Yes. I see that.”

“I guess we need the chained ones to do that.”

“Erm, little boy?”

“Yes darling?”

“How are you going to unlock them before Chloe gets home if you can’t get the key in?”

My jaw fell open. I slumped into my seat which rolled back slightly with my weight. Whereas before when the seat rolled I could put out my feet to control it, now, with them chained together, I just hurt myself and had to wait until it stopped rolling. Helpless dread swept through me, which wasn’t helped by sitting helplessly locked up on a rolling chair.

As my anxiety intensified I was about to shout out her name but just caught myself as I started screaming, ‘Blair’. “Bl …er, Honey, er, Mistress. You must come home. You must come home right now!”

I rested my cuffs in my lap feeling the chastity cage beneath my apron.

“Little boy I do not ‘have’ to do anything.” She was peeved and I reacted letting my panic get the better of me. I had to learn to be polite at all times. “But it is a bloody nuisance. Why are you so hopeless?”

Me hopeless? I felt like saying I had just obeyed her commands but somehow it did feel like my fault. I should have realised I would not be able to release them once they were locked on. I sat their waiting for her to come to a decision.

“Look, I am seeing this friend of mine for coffee later and I am seeing Morgan, erm Mister Hopkins for lunch. We are going to that new wine brasserie. It is supposed to be a hoot. We always have a few drinks there.”

I felt my eyes sting with fear. “I cannot stay like this all day. Chloe will be back by four.”

“Hush. Let me think. If you believe I am going to give up my social life because you get yourself into a fix then you have another thing coming. Oh I don’t know. You make me so cross!”

“Sorry mistress. Really!”

“I will damn well make sure you are sorry. How could you be so plain dumb! You are going to ruin my day.”

I went to wipe away a tear forming in my eye but was shocked by the pull on my other wrist. I froze. I guess then I didn’t realise how long it takes to get used to being in cuffs. In stories people get cuffed and have a great time. I can tell you that for a while you just feel panicky and helpless, even a little stupid as you are in the hands of others.

“I can take the leg irons off,” I said, hoping that would please her.

It didn’t.

“Have I said you can take the legirons off?”

“No Mistress. I just ….” I was about to use the word thought and it caught in my throat.

“You will take the keys upstairs to your bedroom. You will tidy Chloe’s room as best you can.” She giggled. “Oh I wish I could watch!”

My cheeks burned red.

“Once done, get yourself some lunch and write Chloe a note. Tell her you are feeling tired so having a lie down this afternoon in your bed and she isn’t to disturb you. Then I guess my stupid little maid should stay in her bedroom until I get home to rescue you!”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

“Awww. You do look sweet like that. My friend is right about that.”

My ears pricked up. How much detail had that sadist of a pal gone into? Was Blair sharing our arrangements with her? I felt sick, but knew better than to ask of course.

“See you later little maid.”

For the umpteenth time I sported into the condom.

The speakers fell quiet and I rose from my chair and gingerly made my way to the hall. I can walk quite well with leg irons these days, even with quite high heels, but on that first day I felt like I was about to stumble and fall with every step.

Worse I couldn’t balance properly with my hands held locked before me.

The chain rattled and tinkled across the floor and was a real pain going upstairs. I found it safer to take them one at a time.

As for cleaning up Chloe’s mess, I found I had to concentrate. Every now and then I would forget my wrists were locked together and would reach out for something. Even today when cuffed I do the same but now it is occasional. At that point it was happening all the time.

But oh my word, it was so hot. Every so often I would see myself in one of her mirrors wearing the frilly little cap and the apron with my wrists and legs secured. Why the mind converts a humiliating and scary situation into one of lust is beyond me.

When I was finished I carefully made my way downstairs, made my sandwich and a drink.

That was a long afternoon. I rubbed myself helplessly over my pillows, trying anything to make myself cum. Of course the CB6000 saw to it that nothing like that would happen. I slept for a bit, woken by Chloe tapping on the door.

“You ok dad?”

I clambered under the quilt still not daring to remove the maids cap and called back. “Yes. Just need to sleep for a bit.”

And then began the long wait for Blair to come home and rescue me.

I was no longer sure if she would let me cum as she had been irritated so much by what she saw as my stupidity. I lay there groaning to myself at my plight.

Of course had I known that a line had already been crossed in our relationship I might have moaned even louder. But right then I just felt like everything would sooner or later return to normal.
How wrong I was.

 

… Obviously he would make your wife Mistress of the house.

Thus discipline would have to maintained by your wife so she can avoid punishment from her new Master.

This way your wife’s lover keeps his hold over the household even when he is not present.

I think some wives would be better at it than others but the Masters would be so dominant as to ensure that even the most submissive of wives soon stepped to the plate as Mistress of the House.

 

 

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