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 Amy Lou, formerly Alan.

Dear Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel,

I am pleased to say that my wife’s lover is very inventive and very fair with me. All rules and punishments are explained fully to me in a way I can understand so I can have no complaints.

However he has done something which is clearly wrong and doesn’t accept it.

When he takes my wife out clubbing or to a restaurant he wants to ensure I am bound and completely helpless. He has explained this to me very slowly and carefully so, in his words, ‘even a stupid slut like you can comprehend why I do this.’ Which, I am sure you will agree, is very sweet of him. He explains how he ties me up so tightly and securely in order to keep me out of mischief when they cannot keep their eye on me. So, again, fair enough. I know I can get into a lot of mischief if left unsupervised.

He then uses a web cam to check up on me. Again he has gone out of his way to explain that the webcam feed is in order to ensure I am ok. I am sure you will agree that his thoughtfulness is exquisitely adorable of him. Makes me feel gooey inside to know how protective he can be to both me and my wife.

So far so good. But I have recently learned that he shares the webcam link with his friends and then they have shared it with others. Now I feel like the whole world is watching me. They even post pictures of me on the web for everyone to see and I cannot take them down!

I have complained to my lover in writing, which is how he likes to progress any issues arising, but he just says I will be safer if more than he and my wife are watching me, especially if they are in busy a hotel room somewhere. Well I guess I can follow his logic here,  they do lose sense of time when they are in the bedroom.

For the record my wife, who is also very fair to me, thinks that I should stop sending him complaints as my time out of the chastity cage could be revoked for another week. Because I have been naughty I have been locked up for three weeks already  so I don’t wish to exceed the time any further.

 How can I make him see sense and stop this invasion of my privacy without extending my chastity time? How can I block the photos if I am not allowed to? I am desperate to ensure no one gets to see me like this. Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel, you are my only hope.

Amy Lou

 

 

*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 …

Amy Lou, thanks to your description I found some of the photos on a website and have put them up here so others can better judge the situation. According to the description this was you trying to escape when you saw how many people were watching you. No need to thank me, I just try and be helpful in my own little way.

OMG, well firstly, oh my, my your wife’s lover looks good at tying. You are not going to get out of those bonds in a hurry girl!

Heavens! You admit how fortunate you are and then you go, like, bitch, bitch, bitch! I mean this is so totally unacceptable. You should go down on your knees before him every morning to thank him, (they like that – giggles).

I mean you are looking at this, like, totally from your own selfish needs. You have said he takes good care of you and, by the sound if it, even better care of your wife’s needs.

Don’t you get it girl? I mean like it is so totally good that so many guys are watching over you. They don’t have to do it! You should get your guy to make you write letters of gratitude to all your admirers. Ooooh don’t you just love admirers!

Also, you never know, one guy might want to call around and take advantage of you whilst you are trussed up. Wouldn’t that be, like, so awesome, soooo exciting?

BTW No one is going to find you, so just chill ok?  I mean, hey Amy Lou as Alan as you used to be known, don’t you realise that your surname, Turbish is pretty rare? yes? And my guess is that your neighbours on Kingston Drive, Manchester are going to be pretty tolerant understanding sort of people anyways. So stop panicking, how is anyone going to know it is you? Huh? Duh!

 

PS, **very important**, where did you get shoes that match a slip like that. I mean wow.

 

 

EXCLUSIVE. The Hotel’s new Maid’s Uniform: Bunny Ears Maid Uniform

 

Please don’t be alarmed, we are not losing the traditional outfits. The Hotel maintains a host of uniforms for every occasion and none are ever thrown away. The oldest uniforms date back to 1953 when The Hotel began welcoming wives, studs and their unsuspecting husbands.

The designer, Madam Frau Hitzelberger of Heisenberg, was tasked to create a uniform that was at once totally humiliating, impossible to escape from and yet at the same time practical.
See if you agree that she has got it absolutely right.

Originally Called Design 203/15B, for obvious reasons it soon became affectionately known as the Bunny ears maid’s outfit.

As can be seen from the detail below, the hood part is bound at the rear of the head with the ends secured beneath the collar. Thus the sissy cannot remove the hood without her wife or her wife’s lover offering the key.

The Bunny ears secure the top of the hood and when tied in a neat bow give the Bunny ears effect that so delights the studs, Mistress Cats and even the wives. Wives, who often try to hold back their laughter at their hubbies plight for fear of damaging their self-esteem, burst into tearful chortles as soon as they see him in the Bunny Ears Uniform.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It can also be seen that the hood is high mounted over the mouth thus limiting speech to amusing whimpers. If the maid were to be gagged, say with the wife’s previous night’s panties, then thankfully she wouldn’t be able to make much of a sound at all.

 

 

View from the Rear

The zip travels up to beneath the locked collar again nullifying any foolish sissy attempts to remove the outfit.

The special reinforced, material stretches around the body of the sissy and then contracts, making it skin tight.

But you have already spotted it’s brilliant rear design feature. Imagine having to unlock the collar in order to remove the tight fitting garb simply to spank the maid’s bottom? All a problem of the past. Ergonomically designed to ensure fast and immediate punishments can be metted out without any effort at all from the Dommes.

 

 

 

 

Practical Uses of the Maid once Dressed

The uniform comes complete with a locking tray that attaches to the collar’s front ring and is locked in place in the small of the back. Though the sissy wouldn’t be allowed to remove it even if it were not locked, the thinking behind the extra tray lock is that it adds to the sissy’s feeling of helplessness and loss of control.

Finally the poor thing’s arms are secured with the matching arm binder and there you have it. A perfectly amusing yet practical sissy maid who cannot even object to anything done to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Finished Article On Duty

 

A fully practical maid.

 

 

The tray held perfectly in position with the drinks at an easy to serve height.

As can be seen everything from breakfast to dinner and late night drinks can be served in this manner.

Thanks to the innovative built in gag feature of the hood you will only ever hear the sound of the maid’s heels and the clinking of the ice cubes.

The wife will even forget the maid is present in the room whilst her stud seduces her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*** A word of warning from our  lawyers Sue ‘Em and B. Damned  – please read carefully

Since the introduction of the uniform Sissies have made increased use of their time with the Sissy Therapists.

There is concern that they cannot recover from the shame of being seen by their wife and her lover dressed as the Bunny maid. When informed of this tragic outcome Miss Evans, The Hotel Manager responded: “Good! Makes them more submissive and obedient !”

She then ordered one hundred more uniforms.

 

So over to you

What is the view of sissies?

1. Should we begin a petition to prevent its full introduction?
2. Beg the wife to make her lover see sense and not make you wear it?
3. Wear it so that they can all see how wicked and terrible they are and how distraught you are?

Make your view known before it is too late.

 

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 Samantha, formerly Samuel

Dear Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel, MD, PhD, Pys.D, D.O, FRCP, MSc, DrSc and DdPH

Oh please offer my foolish wife’s lover some telling advice.

We made a deal, (and I have a contract to prove it!), whereby I would be the maid for two weeks whilst my wife’s lover would be ‘Master of the House’, as he pompously put it! Anyways everything is going really well, I have never seen my wife so happy and contented, I get to wear a gorgeous silk maid’s outfit through out the day!

So mister know it all Master as we now have to call him(!)  wants to spoil it all with a barbecue for his friends and our friends! I mean really! As if! We hardly want everyone knowing about our kink do we? My wife must be brainwashed because she doesn’t see any harm in it and tells me she will lock a gag on me if I keep ‘nagging’ as she puts it.

And yes I have confronted the brute and even demanded to have my chastity key back. (Well obviously I asked politely) But he just goes on and on and on about the contract. Then he paddles my bottom for wasting his time!

Please Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel will you knock some sense into this pig headed,  know it all, conceited, up his own arse so called Master?

 

 

 

*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! Can you believe this? I mean this is so totally, seriously, bad. Where are you at girl? You got a nice maid’s uniform haven’t you? Yes? Yes! A guy who takes the time to deal with you when you are, like, so totally being THE brat. And yes, I do mean being like so totally THE brat. Like all you have to do is serve a few more drinks. Hello. Is that so bad? Oh and serve those sausage and burger and steak thingees. But you mustn’t eat one of course. Think of your figure.

Is it gonna be so damned awful eh? Your friends and their wives have probably never seen you looking so smart and so busy. Wait till you see their eyes on your legs and arse! You will definitely put in that extra wiggle.

Oh, oh, oh! Before I forget. This isnt one of those times to be naughty! No way! let me tell you right now! No way do you want to be put over someone’s knee when there’s loads of folk, who are so-called friends, around! Have I been there!  You, like, squeal for help and everyone just laughs at you.

Then of course once one guy has spanked you then all the others want to join in. You will be so scared you will try hiding in the kitchen and then everyone gets cross about that. People! And of course everyone thinks it is soooo funny. Yipes. So you be good when they all come around and you will have a great time.

Oh, oh oh. Warning! Those guys who want you to go behind the shed and see something interesting? Don’t bother. Purleeese! You will just end up with dirt all over your knees, which really shows up on black stockings. So no matter how much time you take wiping your mouth everyone knows what you have done.
Anyways I thought I would help you by passing on your letter of help to your Master as I am not sure you are supposed to call him ‘pig headed,  know it all, conceited, up his own arse so called Master’. Maybe it says in the contract that you can. I mean I don’t know much about the law except Lawyers can be paid with blow jobs. But your master will be able to sort you out, I mean, sort it out.

No need to thank me. If I can help someone then it makes everything all worthwhile to me. xxx Debbie

 

As you can imagine the next morning I was awake pretty early. I cannot recall ever going to bed at that sort of time before, probably not since childhood. I had lain there expecting, perhaps hoping, for a visit from Blair. But when, around eleven, she and Chloe came to bed they went straight to their rooms.

That was the point when I started to regularly wear a condom over my chastity belt. As you have seen my dick was constantly excited and spurting for reasons only it understood. I was in a continual state of arousal made more intense by the fact I couldn’t do anything about it. I have no idea, even now, why it should dribble when Blair was castigating me as if I were a child.

That night I actually slipped on my favourite baby doll nightie and matching panties and humped the pillow but apart from the usual spurting I gained no satisfaction. My last memory was of shaking my fists in helpless rage before I slipped into sleep.

So there I was at 5.30 in the morning with daylight a dull orange, downstairs in the kitchen tidying up the coffee and tea cups form the previous night. They had also had some biscuits so I made sure the crumbs were tidied up from the tables and thought it wise to clean the kitchen floor to get into Blair’s good books.

Now here was the unexpected part.

Blair came down, a little later than her usual time, jauntily greeting me with a peck on the cheek and a pat on my bottom. “Did my little boy learn a good lesson last night?”

“Yes darling,” I replied breathlessly. By now I rarely even thought about using her Christian name.

She giggled. “You can be so clever when you try hard.”

She ordered toast and then a panicky, flustered Chloe emerged.

“Oh dad can you make my cereals and toast? I haven’t sorted that history yet!”

“Of course,” I announced making sure Blair heard me. Sadly she didn’t. Having given me my pat on the bottom she was now engrossed in a woman magazine.

Oddly she didn’t seem set on going to work.

In fact it seemed weird that Chloe was picked up by one of her friends, leaving the house with a piece of toast between her teeth.

“Aren’t you going to be late darling?” I asked, desperate to seem helpful.

She flicked over a page, examining a photograph of a woman in a short skirted business suit. “Don’t you worry your little head about anything little boy.”

“Ah, right, yes.”

Then she gazed up at me. “Hmmm. Your overseas contract has been sent so you won’t have anything to do today.”

“Well I er …”

“You don’t. Remember? Little boys do not tell fibs else they will be punished.” She stood up slowly as thinking something through.

I felt my breath catch. Her short tight skirt had ridden up showing her sexy thighs. Her blouse was sheer exposing her white lacy bra. She was a picture of an erotic office girl straight out of a web site fantasy page.

Standing before me, she tightened her eyes as if in still in thought, then beamed. “So then little boy what do you do before you enter a room?”

“I knock dear. Always. I promise I will knock. Really darling.”

She laughed. “Just answer the question. I don’t want you wasting my time by jabbering away like a little girl.”

Ooooh. I spurted into my condom but managed a breathy. “No honey.”

“What happens to good little boys?”

“Good little boys get treats.”

“And naughty little brats?”

“Naughty little brats get punished.”

“Now combine the two for your mummy.”

My head swirled with arousal. “Good little boys get treats and naughty little brats get punished.”

“Oh you are so clever when you try hard. Good. Show me position one over the table.”

Position one? I know you must think me a complete idiot but for a moment I couldn’t understand what she was talking about. She arched her eyebrows and in a flash I recalled the time bent over the end of the bed when she had so brutally caned me.

I walked to the table and, feeling incredibly foolish, bent over it keeping my eyes away from hers.

“Aw isn’t that cute. Very good little boy.”

I sighed with relief and rose.

“What are you doing?” She barked.

My stomach twisted and I flung myself back over the table.

“Sorry darling I thought …”

She patted my bottom. “You thought? You thought?”

I bit my lip.

“Isn’t thinking for yourself what has landed you in this position?”

“Well, yes I guess so …”

“Yes. I guess so too. So learn to stop thinking. It is an irritating misuse of your time.”

She spoke with mischief in her voice but I dare not do anything other than take her seriously. “Yes darling. Sorry darling.”

I heard her ‘hmmm’ to herself as if contemplating whether she was satisfied with my response. I dreaded the cane. As I have told you, it may be sexy in a hot fantasy but when administered in real life it hurts like nothing else.

“Ok stand up like a good boy.”

I rose immediately awaiting the next instruction.

“I have been reading a lot of about this Ds thing you told me about yesterday.”

I thought ‘oh no.’ but just said, “Yes dear.”

Blair in her most daring leather dress, ready for work.

She crossed her legs, standing one ankle before the other. How I wanted to grab and ravage her.

“It’s a huge field isn’t it?”

“Yes darling. Massive.”

“Some women keep their hubbies locked in a chastity cage so that they are like protective knights for them.”

I nodded. I had only ever read about my own fetishes, as I was never interested in what anyone else did.

“Other women are clearly horrible sadists.”

“Yes darling.”

Glaring at me she announced, “you know I am not one of those don’t you.”

“Of course darling. You are nothing like one of those.”

She hummed as if not believing me but apparently satisfied, continued. “Other’s do it for the control. You know, like when they had wandering husbands, or guys like you who are lazy and tell lies.”

I nodded not feeling I was that lazy or that I told lies – other than necessary ones.

“I guess I fall in to that category. You know, needing to control, to know what is happening.”

“Yes dear that seems right.”

“I think that friend of mine who keeps her hubbie in kiddies clothes all the time is a bit of a sadist.”

“She sounds it my love.”

Folding her arms she looked out of the kitchen window. “Though I have missed out on dressing little boys. You know, because we only had a girl.”

“I suppose so.” They had said that before. Why one earth would women get a buzz out of dressing little boys?

She nibbled her lips still staring into the distance over the garden at the trees that lined our back area. “Anyway,” She said finally. “You on the other hand have bored me to tears throughout our marriage on what you like. Awful fetishes.”
I winced. “Sorry darling.”

“All this seedy wanting to dress as a girl. Yuk. Be a maid. And a cuckold.”

“Sorry darling.”

“Don’t apologise. You don’t mean it and you can’t help being a pervert.”

“Sorry my love.”

“So I have been thinking about you doing maid stuff about the house. You know clearing up, hovering. My word, there is always laundry to be done.”

I spurted. Obviously I only wanted to play act being a maid, as in a fantasy. I wouldn’t really want to do all that mundane housework.

“Just not sure about letting you dress.” She giggled. “Or maybe make you do it in your Bunny Onsie. Wouldn’t that be amusing?”

Grimacing I tried to smile. “Please darling, that isn’t my thing.”

Her face fell into that hard expression I told you about in the previous instalment, where her mouth curves down and her eyes become slits.

“Little boy you have done your thing for long enough. It is now time for my thing!”

“yes, yes, of course.”

“Stupid boy.”

“Sorry my love.”

My foolish comment engendered determination in her speech. “You can start today. Hoover the house and clean the bathrooms.”

I had no idea how to clean bathrooms, moreover Blair was now going too far. We still had to discuss the situation as she said we could. I thought of a good argument. “Honey what if Chloe were to know I was cleaning up the house? What would she think?”

“What?”

The hard face. I jumped wishing I hadn’t said anything. “I mean, you know, it isn’t normal for the guy in the house to …”

“She would think you were being helpful and purposeful. Why do you always mention our daughter? You think it is wrong for you to make a contribution around the house?”

“Well, no, no of course not honey. But it is a bit,” I searched for the right words so as not to make matters worse, I failed(!). “It is just that I think it’s a little humiliating to have your own fifteen year old daughter learn you are the cleaner in the house.”

She nodded and stupidly, for a moment, I thought she got it until she spoke. “I see. You are thinking again?”

“Well, no, no … just a thought really.” I have to confess I was truly frightened at that moment.

“Ring Chloe.” She commanded. “Ring her now before she has to turn off her phone when the lessons start.”

Oh my god. I was dying. “W-w-w- why darling?”

“Ask her permission to clean her room.”

I goldfished unable to think of what to say. I just knew I couldn’t do that. “Honey you know she doesn’t like anyone clearing her room.”

Folding her arms, she tilted her head back revealing her hard face. “Well little boy, you had just better convince her, hadn’t you?”

Even now I can feel taste the fear in my mouth and feel my head swooning. I lifted up my pink phone, specially programed by that idiot Jamie. “Please honey. Please. Please don’t make me.”

“Little boys have to learn to as do as they are told.”

I speed dialled Chloe. It rang, and rang and rang. For a moment there was respite. She wasn’t answering, I was free! But then …

“Hi daddy. What is it?” She demanded. “They have just rung the bell.”

“I, erm,” I closed my eyes tight, feeling sweat build on my brow. “Honey listen. I am just sorting out some stuff around the house. You mind if I just clear some space in your room?”

“What? Yes? Like of course I mind. It’s my personal space.”

“Of course it is honey. I thought I might just put a few things away, you know and sort out your books. Just clear some space on the floor. Nothing major.”

“No! You leave it all alone. You know what mummy has said about you coming into my room.”

“Well it was mummy’s idea really.”

There was silence and I hoped and wished.

“Well if mummy says so,” she mused, sounding defeated. “I don’t want to get into a row with her. But I want to be able to find everything after you have finished.”

“Oh thank you Chloe, thank your. Thank you so much.”

The line went dead as if she didn’t need to bother to reply.

Blair, I am relieved to say, was delighted. “There little boy, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Wasn’t so hard? I was dying of shame. Fancy having to beg your own daughter to clean her room.

“You make a good job of it bunchkins else she won’t let you do it again and then you will be in serious trouble.”

“Yes darling.” Spurt, spurt. What was my dick thinking?

“Oh my there is so much to discuss from what I have read. Let’s see. Ah yes. So being locked in that chastity cage thingee definitely makes a guy more passive?”

I had read that too and now I could personally vouch for it. I would do anything for Blair. I felt totally at the mercy of her whims and commands. “Yes darling. Yes.”

She grinned. “Interesting. One lady keeps her poor guy locked away for months at a time. Says he dare not do anything naughty these days. How cool is that?”

“I have read of such life styles honey but I really wouldn’t …” I froze.

Smiling, she raised her eyebrows. “And does it matter what you want bunchkins?”

“No dear. Just what you want.”

“Clever boy. So,” she paused staring out of the window again, “the longer a guy is locked away the more obedient and well behaved he becomes.”

“Yes. Oh please Bl …. “I honestly almost said her name. Imagine the trouble I would have been in! But I smartly corrected myself, “Please darling. I can barely stand it now.”

“Uh-uh,” she seemed concerned but there was an impish glimmer in her eyes. “Poor little boy. But that is good. Helps my control. Come here.” She pointed at a spot just before her.

I approached.

“Closer. I said here.” She indicated a spot right before her high heeled shoes.

I stood almost nose to nose with her, she being slightly taller in her heels. She embraced me giving me a squeeze and rubbing her cheek up against mine.

Her sudden bout of affection was such as shock I didn’t know how to handle it, what to do or say so I simply let her cuddle me. Eventually my hands snaked about her back and gently pulling her closer. I could have screwed her then and there if she allowed me.

Holding me firmly, she whispered in my ear. “So that brings me to the other thing.”

Other thing I wondered.

Kissing my face she continued speaking softly into my ear, “this, you know,” she giggled with embarrassment, “this cuckolding business.”

“Oh yes darling?” I was terrified. Blair didn’t seem to be able to see the difference between fantasy and reality any more.

“You have often mentioned it. You know, gone on and on as about it as much as that maid business.”

“It’s only a fantasy love. Just that.”

“Uh-uh. Yes. But some guys want it in reality. Not just in fantasy. That’s what I have read.”

“Yes darling but it would kill me to know you were with another man.” My eyes were wide open. I remember how they had fixed on the fridge as I dreaded where she wanted to take this conversation.

“Yes. Ok. Ok. Yes.” She released me and smiled before kissing my nose. “Good boy. You must always be honest with me.”

“I am darling, truly.”

For a long while she thought about something, something she wanted to add but then stepped back and grinned. “And later we get those handcuffs don’t we? Real double locking thingees.” She giggled. “Then we can think about letting out a good boy’s little dickie and letting him have some fun. How does that sound?”

I swallowed a, “Wonderful darling.”

“Tell me what happens to good and naughty little boys.”

“Good little boys get treats and naughty little boys get punished darling.”

“And what sort of little boy do you want to be?”

This is shameful to share but I truly gushed into the condom. “I want to be a good little boy for you darling.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “Aw. That is sooooo sweet. Love it.”

She picked up her bag and made for the door. “So good cleaning little boy, especially Chloe’s room. You won’t want to get on her bad side.”

Yes dear.” I followed her like a puppy to the front door where she paused before turning to me, slightly blushing.

“As a little treat,” she mused. “You have a maid’s outfit don’t you?”

I actually had a couple but I answered. “Yes darling.”

“It has one of those little dinky maid cap thingees?”

“Yes dear.”

“And an apron?”

“Erm yes dear.”

“Ok. And this is a special treat for a good little boy. Put them on whilst cleaning. Just the cap and apron, not the other stuff. I don’t want to see that on the webcam. Perhaps it will help you get through the day.”

“Yes darling.” I have to admit to a feeling more of irritation than excitement. I know that many of you think you would love to be in that position. But somehow it wasn’t for me. I just didn’t feel grateful simply because it wasn’t my choice to wear them. She had decided I had to put them on and I dare say would decide when I could take them off. Though I don’t need to tell you what my caged dick did into the condom! It had a mind of its own.

“We still haven’t got much on until the new contracts get in so I will read up some more on all this and summon you for a chat later. Bye little boy.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Bye darling.” I waited until she drove off before closing the door, fearing that to do so before she left the drive might insult her in some way.

What situation had I got myself in? How was I going to get out of it?

One thing I knew was that I had to do a good job of cleaning even though I had never done it before. Moreover I had to be really careful about Chloe’s room. I was fearful. would I be able to please both my wife Blair and my 15 year old daughter Chloe?

I guess I realised I just had to!

One of the great secrets of The Hotel  finally revealed. How to get two sissies to kiss each other

 

 

 

1. This is early conditioning.

Two reluctant sissies are joined at the mouth during a bondage session under the direction of at least one dominant. Up until now these sissies might offer each other a peck on the cheek under the threat of a caning but feel repulsed at anything more. Obviously this perverse reaction needs to be corrected.

 

 

 

3. more advanced

Once the unsuspecting birdbrains are comfortable in the first position then the time spent bound together increases to two full hours of staring at each other.

Who knows what humiliation they are feeling as they stare helplessly into each other’s eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3.

The next stage is full body contact.

Many of the mistress cats will ensure the mouths of the sissies are gagged so as not to induce panic as their faces are drawn so intimately together.

Neither sissy will be able to ignore the attraction of the other pretty little tramp any more. In this way the sissies may turn away from each other but are always touching skin to skin. They cannot escape the soft, sensual touch of the other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. Here you have the final stage

The sissies can no longer resist stealing an erotic hot kiss. The dominants must ensure they remain in control by ordering them to stop every every 5 minutes. As some Doms will know already they sissies will be so lost in their lust that they won’t hear the instruction to stop –  or else pretend they don’t!

Either away a stinging punishment is required to ensure they know this is meant to entertain those watching and not just pleasure for the sissy tramps.

 

5. This is the advanced positioning.

 

By now the bonds are unnecessary but do look good of course. At this level you would expect a pair of sissies to indulge their lust all day, pausing only for bathroom breaks and to be fed and watered.

I know some Mistress Cats do not approve of the sissies being allowed such a good time but we should all bear in mind that once this stage is reached the sissy can never again deny being a  complete horny slut .

Should any little minx deny being a complete slut, say because his wife or her lover is present, then this video evidence can be shown to all.The self deluding little sissy should then be made to tell his wife and lover exactly what little sluts they truly are. As usual crying, foot stamping and begging ought not prevent a dominant from ensuring this rule is upheld to the letter.

Besides this scene of a sissy truly learning their place in the world, with others acknowledging it, is wonderful to watch, as I am sure you will agree.

 

 

 

 

 

I know you want to hear about the catastrophe that upset the entire day but I need to start at the beginning. I want you to know how wonderful things were before I screwed up.

As you know my obediently standing in the corner pleased Blair so much she hugged me and was in blissful spirits. She promised me my long awaited chat after I was sent to bed and as you know I was allowed to stay up a little later because I had been good. So all was positive.

Indeed the evening continued in excellent spirits. I made a meal for us all and the chatter was amusing. Chloe, having seen me being scolded by my wife seemed to view me as more of a pal than her father at the dinner table. To be honest I even felt an affinity and closeness with her that had been missing for a few years.

Blair told us about what happened at work. It hadn’t struck me then why this seemed so unusual at the time. She chatted and we listened. But over the coming days I realised it had once been me who told the funny stories at the dinner table with everyone else being the audience.

Blair told us how she had little on in work at the moment, though they were expecting an avalanche of contracts to be sorted over the coming months.

“I spend a lot of time just playing games,” she said, winking at me.

Chloe giggled, “I never thought you would play games mum.”

“Oh yes, that and teasing the slaves in the office.”

Chloe tittered again as if in recognition of her mum’s joke.

“Slaves?” I inquired.

“Oh don’t you worry about it,” Blair said, sipping her wine.

Chloe was more forthcoming, confiding with me as if I were an intimate pal. “Oh you get these guys who will do anything for you.”

“Don’t tell him,” Blair laughed, “a girlie secret.”

Chloe turned in her seat to face me, leaning forward to whisper confidentially. “They ogle your body and then they will do anything. So you say fetch me something. Like in school, I needed more paper so I look at this wimpy guy on the next desk and I say. ‘Aw I haven’t got any paper.’ And you know what? He is off like a shot to get it.”

“Fetch mees!” I said “yes your mum was told me about them. You have them too?”

“Oh sure. Ugly girls don’t have them which means more for the rest of us.”

I looked at Chloe and her mother and realised that they would win a fair share of the ‘fetch mees’. “Just never heard them called slaves before.”

Chloe turned back, putting her fork on the plate of the meal I had prepared. “Oh some of them are real wimps. They don’t know how much girls despise guys who do as they are told. They are only good for one thing. Fetch mees.”

“Chloe!” Barked Blair, making us both jump. “That’s enough.”

“But mum I am only telling dad.”

“You heard me, unless you want to go to bed early?”

Chloe blushed and pouted, cutting her chicken with renewed venom. “I was only saying.”

That shook me a little. Blair wouldn’t meet my eyes as I silently questioned her across the table. Did she despise me now because I had to do what she told me?

Blair changed tack her face brightening. “The best ‘fetch me’ is this guy called Jerry. You ‘ve met him, haven’t you Jordan?”

“Yes darling.” How could I forget the guy who had locked down my computer so that I couldn’t access anything without Blair’s permission? In fact I couldn’t even turn it off or reboot it, yet Blair could operate it from anywhere she liked.

“He is such a lazy arse hole. Oh my word.” She shook her head.

Chloe giggled.

“Sits in his own room, heavens knows what he is doing.”

“I bet I do,” Chloe giggled.

Blair laughed. “I did warn you young lady but I don’t think you are wrong.”

I had never heard Blair and Chloe speak like this to each other before. I felt like I was involved in some secret girlie society.

“Do you stick your chest out when he comes in mum?”

“Oh no. Your mother is much more devious. I sit on my desk crossing and uncrossing my legs.”

They both laughed and I thought I should join in with a small chuckle of my own. I wanted to part of this conspiratorial tête-à-tête.

“The poor boy doesn’t know whether he is coming or going. I would say he spends half his day with me offering me advice on computer stuff.”

“Mum what on earth could you possibly want to know about computers for? You hate them.”

“Put it this way darling I am learning how useful they can be to get what you want.” Her eyes caught me with a mischievous twinkle.

I thought it was wise to smile shyly back at her.

“Does it still work with your boss mum?”

“Chloe!” Blair was playacting with Chloe, laughing at her naughtiness in revealing her secret. “Of course not.” She glanced sheepishly at me. “Unless I want something of course.”

“You do that with Morgan Hopkins?” I gasped. As you know I like the idea of my wife flirting with her boss. It’s part of my cuckold fantasy but of course I never guessed she would actually do it. I thought of her as being too shy to flirt with anyone. Yet at that point I had the definite impression she had chatted to Chloe about it many times. “I can’t imagine Morgan Hopkins being a wimp and fetching you stuff.”

“Oh no. Not like that.” Blair said.

Chloe learned towards me again to explain. “That’s different then. With guys like that that. You get them in school. The rugby guys who the other boys are afraid of. Guys who always get what they want. So you always want them to know you might have an evening free. But you never, never try to get them to fetch you anything. That would be it!”

“But,” Blair added, “sometimes I need to get time off. Say I want to get my hair done. Well it is easier in the week when the hairdressers are quiet so I mention it to him, usually when I am standing before him. He loves that. God bless short skirts.”

I felt my cock spurt into my underwear and knew I needed to wear a condom until Blair released the cock cage.

Chloe asked me, “didn’t the girls in your office do that to you. Maybe you never noticed.”

I hadn’t thought of it before, but now that she mentioned it to me a memory sparked. “I think so. Yes, come to think about it. My P.A. was always being very sexy.”

“When she wanted time off like mum?”

I thought back. “Well there was when she couldn’t handle all the photocopying.” I said. “She said she couldn’t understand how to use the machine when there was a lot of photocopying. So I did it for her.”

Chloe burst out laughing, while Blair shook her head and giggled. “Stop it Chloe.”

“But mum. One of dad’s employees treated daddy as a ‘fetch me.’”

“Nonsense,” Blair giggled wiping a tear from her eye. “I am sure that is not the case.”

I felt myself grow angry. “Don’t be daft Chloe. She would have been out on her arse if she ever tried that with me.”

Chloe nodded. “So it only happened once then.”

“No. I said she didn’t like it when there was a lot of photocopying. So a few times. That’s all. Women and computers eh?”

“Unlike dad and computers,” Chloe laughed.

Feeling I needed to defend myself from being a fetch me in my daughter’s eyes, I continued. “I did all sorts like that for her. Change the ink in her printer, sometimes write up her reports if she wanted to get off early.”

“Get her pens from the office cupboard,” Chloe cut in with a gleam I her eyes.

“Yes of course, when she was busy.”

Chloe threw her head into her hands laughing loudly. “Oh daddy, daddy!”

“I am sure it is not what it seems,” grinned her mother.

“No!” I said defensively. But I recalled the time when she asked me to help her carry the coffees into the meeting room with my sales team. I died inside as I pictured her opening the door and me walking in carrying the tray of coffees and biscuits for everyone. I could see they were sniggering but couldn’t work out why. Damn! I was treated as a ‘fetch me.’

But what I can report is that at least Blair was still in a good mood. I was to screw it up later.

I put it down to Chloe’s remarks about me being fetch me. As did the dishes whilst the girls watch d some soap opera I agonised over the things my P.A. made me do. Vanessa was a stunning looking girl in her early thirties who looked good in anything, tight jeans or flared skirts. She just had the legs and figure for them. I guess that’s why I employed her in the first place. I recalled her leaning over her desk to get something and wriggling her shapely butt at me. Now I knew why and groaned inside. If I ever saw her again I would give her a piece of mind.

Once I finished clearing the kitchen I started making them their post dinner tea and coffee. As you can imagine I needed to keep Blair sweet so the kitchen was as clean as a house showroom.

I picked up the tray and my head was still humming with what the sales team must have thought of me carrying tray of coffees into the meeting. I wondered if Vanessa had a bet with them. Anger was stirring in me.

I guess I blame that distraction for what happened next. Also in my defence my head was in a permanent fog over my sexual frustration. Being constantly in need of release and not being able to takes the edge of your capacity to reason.

Careful not to let the tea and coffee spill on the tray I held it in my left hand whilst opening the door with my right.

I entered the sitting room with a smile. I can recall the scene exactly. Chloe and Blair in their short skirts, each sprawled on a separate sofa. The tv had a man and woman embracing with some awful kitschy music playing behind them.

Feeling pleased with myself I smiled and was at ease. So I almost threw everything to the floor when Blair bellowed at me.

“What are you doing?”

Her face had that expression I was getting used to in the last couple of days, hard set, her lower jaw extended, her eyes on fire.

“I, I …” Of course I couldn’t think what I had done wrong. She had asked for the teas and coffees as soon as I had finished cleaning the kitchen. Half my mind was concerned with how she could speak to me like that in front of my own daughter.

“What were you told earlier?”

“Erm, th-that you wanted a coffee and Chloe asked for a tea.”

Chloe groaned, pitying me. “Oh dad!”

“What?”

“Earlier, birdbrain!”

I thought back but I couldn’t think of anything else. “Would you like cake with it?”

Chloe buried her head in a cushion. “Dad! Think! My door! Upstairs!”

“Eh?” I am ashamed to say I still didn’t get it until I heard my own words reciting in my head. I had promised I wouldn’t enter any room without knocking.

“Put the tray down on the coffee table there and come to the kitchen with me.”

I did as she told me and I was too terrified to wonder about the shame of being commanded about before Chloe.

Once in the kitchen Blair slammed the door.

I don’t think I had ever seen my wife with a scowl like this before, it was as if I had totally insulted her. I can confide with you dear reader that I felt terrified.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

“No darling. No.”

“You sure?”

“No. No really. I just forgot.”

She nodded, her formerly pretty mouth now pulled down like a belligerent guard dog’s. “You forgot. You forgot. You were only told this afternoon. Tell me birdbrain, what is rule one?”

As you can imagine nerves vibrated through me, cutting off all thoughts to me head.

“I, I, ..” My mind was an empty mist of nothing. No words came. It was frozen.

“Good little boys,” prompted Blair her eyes screaming at me to recall the rule.

“Oh yes. Good little boys get treats.” I stared at her hopefully.

“And?”

“And?” I shivered.

“Naughty boys?” She rolled her eyes.

“Ah! Yes. Naughty boys get punished.”

“Say it together.”

“Good little boys get treats and naughty boys get punished.”

“What does a good boy do before entering a room?”

“He knocks darling.”

“Did you knock?”

I wanted to throw myself on my knees to beg her for forgiveness. “Please Blair. I won’t forget again.”

“Well, let’s see.” She glanced at the cooker clock. “It is quarter past eight. Off to bed right now. And lights out. No phones. Nothing. Straight to bed.”

“But darling, Chloe will wonder why I have gone to bed so early.”

“Oh?” Her yes grew wide. “And is that my problem little boy?”

There didn’t seem any answer to that. “I guess not.”

I made to go but she stepped across my path. “I am going to help you remember that lesson. Believe me.”

“I won’t forget again. Please Blair. Please let me stay up.”

“Bed. Now.”

I stood for a moment trying to marshal an argument as to why I, a grown man, should not be sent to bed in my own home.

Blair raised her eyebrows. “Do you want me to shout at you so that your daughter will hear you being sent to bed early?”

Feeling like crying I wanted to explain to her that Chloe had seen her scolding me as if I were a child and would soon put two and two together. But I said nothing, simply slumped up the stairs in total abject misery.

How a Bull likes to see a wife and her hubby

 

Obviously these pictures show a very advanced relationship. It takes even the hardest working Bull months to get a sissy to even go out and do the shopping let alone be submissive enough to comply to instructions such as these before a crowd.

 

I do not think sissies always appreciate the endeavors of their owners in the first class training they offer. Be sure to let them know how grateful you are for the prescious time they spend in your education.

 

A series brought to you by The Hotel

 

The Hotel is pleased to announce a new service to sissies everywhere.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

The Hotel Advice column

Our first question is from ‘Worried Cathy (formerly Clive)

Dear Professor Elizabeth Gottman-Finnkel, MD, PhD, Pys.D, D.O, FRCP, MSc, DrSc and DdPH,

This horrible man talked me into being a maid for him and my wife. He said it would just be for the weekend and made it sound fun but he has been here over a week already! Whenever I ask my wonderful wife when he is leaving she tells me to ask him. But he is horrible to me. He tells me off and punishes me just for asking! He says maids shouldn’t ask questions just obey. Then he makes me clean the house from top to bottom. He hasn’t unlocked my chastity cage since he got here, and these heels are killing me!

Please professor, please tell me what to do.

Cathy (formerly Clive)

 

 

 

*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 …

Cathy, and I think we can forget Clive from now on, can’t we? Huh? I mean, hello? This is so totally obvious! I mean, like, first of all do all the cleaning BEFORE you approach him? Duh, yeh? So then he cannot make you clean it again. We’ll, yes alright, I suppose he could make you clean it again, but he would have to be pretty horrible or in a buggin, bad mood to do that. Well, like, yeh, I guess he will make you do it again anyway. But do it first yes? Then you can tell him how good you have been. Guys like that! He might tickle you under the chin and be like so totally pleased with you. Then you will simper and forget all about asking whatever it was you wanted to ask. Least that’s what happens to me.

Secondly, erm is it secondly yet? I think so. Anyways, secondly or thirdly, this heels thingee? Yeh? I mean duh! They are not supposed to be comfortable are they eh? Huh? You are totally not with it. You want me to like tell you this? What planet are you on? I mean as if he will let you take them off and have your legs look rubbish and totally too short. Yeh? As if!

And secondly, no we have done that one, maybe, I think. It could be fifthly yeh? Like fifthly what are you doing asking questions? I mean it’s totally ok to ask how he wants his shirts ironed and put away. That is totally awesome. You might get your bottom patted if you ask that. Don’t you love it when that happens? I know I do. Always makes me giggle when someone pats my bottom.

So erm, eightly? Tenthly? No, no, sixthly. Yes? Well, lastly, I mean how can he know when it is all going to finish huh? Duh? He might not know. And if he did why should he share it? I mean gag me with a spoon but he is going to think you are well dumb asking questions like that. Really!

So finally, or finally again, erm, I don’t know. Whatever else you asked, just chill out alright? Just understand it’s a killer place to be. Your wife is happy, your wife finally sees you as being useful and this guy is happy. So duh? Where’s the problem? I mean if you want worries then you try getting shoes to match a summer yellow dress. Yeh? Then there’s the bag. Then you find two bags that will match and you have to make a decision. I mean please, give me a break.

Wow that was easy!

Oh, oh! Wait. Wait! The chastity cage thing, yeh? I knew there was something else.  It’s so obvious isn’t it? Yeh? Clearly he doesn’t think you deserve to have it taken off yet. You must be like the dodo of dodos. Whatever they are. I think you will find that guys will give you prezzies when they think you deserve them. And, let’s face it, right now, you don’t deserve anything accept a good slap. Least that’s what I think. All this moaning and complaining.

 

So finally, erm, you know I mean finally again, chill out. Ease up.

 

 

 

 

I’ll never forget that evening.

Chloe returned home, disappearing up to her room do ‘sort out her History homework.’ Seconds later I heard pop music blasting from upstairs.

Now here’s the thing. Whereas I would normally go up and remonstrate with Chloe to ensure she worked hard on her school projects I chickened out. The reason? I didn’t know if Blair would back me up. I had an awful feeling she wouldn’t, just as she hadn’t done the previous evening.

Blaire arrived home just after six looking full of beans.

I said ‘Hello darling,’ and made to give her a hug but she shooed me away before darting up to her room.

“She called back. “A coffee little bunchkins and tell that lass to turn down her music. Else it will go off all together. Tell her, her mother said so.” She paused at the top of the stairs. “You hear that my little bunny? You make sure you say because her mother has said so.”

I nodded. “Yes darling.”

I wasn’t sure at that moment why she was giving me that instruction. But I soon learnt.

 

I opened Chloe’s door and shouted. “Turn it down. Your mother says so.” And it hit me immediately.

By using those words I removed all authority from me and handed it on a plate to Blair. Do not turn down the music because your father instructs you but because your mother says so.

I searched for ways to take it back, make it sound like it was my idea. “It is too loud.” However I said it so lamely I don’t think it would have had any effect even if she wasn’t suddenly looking so crossly at me.

She turned the MP3 player off to glare. “Shouldn’t you knock daddy?”

I knew of course that I ought to have knocked. “I, I, well, you might not have heard me. It was really loud.”

She leapt up in her school uniform with the skirt hitched up to race past me.

She always hitched up her skirt once she got out of school, just like all her friends, in fact like more than half of the girls who attended her fifth form.

“Mum, mum,” I heard her calling.

She disappeared inside Blair’s bedroom and in the silence following the turning off of the raucous music I could hear every heart stopping word.

“Mum. Can daddy just burst into my room without knocking? I am 16 soon and could have been undressed. That’s not right, is it mum. Is it?”

I closed my eyes hoping Blair would side with me. I whispered a prayer, “Please say it is ok, please, please, please say it is ok.”

“Tell him to come and see me. Now.”

My gut twisted at the force of her word ‘now.’

“Mummy says you must see her now.” There was a mischievous sneer on her face. She knew she held the upper hand.

I sloped into Blair’s neat lilac bedroom. “Yes dear?”

Blair had removed her jacket so was sat at her little computer desk wearing her see through crisp white blouse and short tight office skirt. She had kicked off her shoes so her brown tights were exposed all the way down to her toes.

Wow was she a picture.

Obviously I dared not gawp. I felt Chloe standing behind me in the hallway gleeful at the telling off I was about to recieve.

“Did you really just go into our daughter’s room without knocking?”

My cheeks heated up. “I went to tell her about the music. I was afraid she wouldn’t hear me knock.”

“Did you knock?”

“Erm.” My first instinct was to save myself by lying but lying was what had dropped me in all this shit in the first place. I hung my head. “No darling.”

“Do you think that is right?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“You suppose not?” She emphasised the word ‘suppose’ and my mouth ran dry.

“No dear. I am sorry.”

“hmmm.” She contemplated the situation for a moment. “And is it to me you should be apologising?”

I guess I must have stared at her with total, electrifying shock embedded in my face. Tingles ran through my tummy. My chastity belted cock shrivelled. “Blair,” I whispered, knowing Chloe would even hear me whispering. Yet I couldn’t think of what to say that wouldn’t worsen my plight.

“Come in here Chloe. Your daddy has something to say to you.”

Oh my god she wasn’t really going to make me apologise to my own 15 year old daughter?

Chloe shuffled in offering me a quick glance of guilty regret. She actually felt sorry for me now.

“It’s ok mum. You know, so long as it doesn’t happen again.”

Blair smiled. “That is very good of you Chloe but I think you are entitled to an apology. Dad?” She turned to me.

I nodded. “Yes of course.” I recall needing to get it done and dusted as soon as possible. “Chloe I am sorry about the door business.”

“That’s ok daddy. It was a bit loud.”

She was blushing for me!

Blair wasn’t satisfied. “Perhaps you might promise your daughter you won’t ever enter a room without knocking first. Hmmm? Don’t you think?”

“Yes of course, honey. Yes. Chloe I promise I won’t enter your bedroom again without knocking.”

“Aw thank you daddy.”

“That isn’t what I said, hubby, is it?”

Blair had that fixed look on her face I was still getting used to but swear I had never seen before she locked me into the chastity belt. It sort of hardened her face. I always associated her with a twinkling smile but lately she had evolved this harder, no nonsense look.

“I er, well. I thought that’s what …”

“I said enter a room without knocking didn’t I?”

“Any room?”

“Well Chloe or her friends or even I might not be fully dressed might we?”

“Well I guess that is …..”

“And we wouldn’t want that would we?”

My dick actually spurted. I had for so long fantasised about being dominated that this abject humiliation excited me, even though at that moment felt like running miles away. To somewhere I could get my breath back and try to think more clearly what I should be doing.

“No of course.” As you already know if you have read the later instalments of my diary, arguing with Blair made matters worse for me. It was as if I couldn’t say anything to her any more without landing myself in worse trouble. I didn’t want to lose an argument in front of my daughter.

“That makes sense darling.”

She sighed, raising her eyebrows as if I really were a child, “well I am glad you finally understand. So please make that promise to Chloe.”

“Yes dear.”

Chloe was nibbling her lip, her head bowed forward staring up at me with large sorrowful eyes glowing with remorse. I guess she knew what it was like to be admonished by Blair. This was all new to me.

“Honey,” I said to her, “I promise I won’t enter any room without knocking again. Just to be safe.”

“Ok Daddy, erm, thank you.” She turned to her mother. “I best go and finish off my homework mummy.”

“Good idea. I will send daddy into check on it after dinner.”

Send daddy in!

She was putting me down with every statement and not only was there nothing I could do about it but I was aroused and feeling like shit all at the same time. How was that possible?

As soon as I heard Chloe’s bedroom door, and the music start up a good deal quieter than before, close I stepped closer to Blair.

“My love, you can’t involve a fifteen year old girl in these games.”

“Really?” She relaxed and giggled. “Would you like to tell me anything else I can and cannot do bunchkins?”

She was amused, as if I had just told a silly joke.

Feeling light headed I swallowed. There was the bunny outfit in my bedroom and the handcuffs would be here tomorrow morning. I needed to be careful, especially if I was to get this damned cage off sooner rather than later.

“Well no. I didn’t mean it like that darling. It is just that …”

“How did you mean it honey?”

I er, well, I , I suppose … I don’t know.”

“Nor do I. So you be a good boy and don’t dare challenge me again. Got it little boy?”

She had already learnt how I hated the ‘little boy’ put down. My sub fantasies were to do with being a maid or at least a sissy, certainly not a young boy.

“Yes dear.”

She tapped the keyboard on her desk, staring off into space. “It is a shame I cannot put you back in your bunny outfit, I know how you adore wiggling around in that.” She laughed at her joke. “But it wouldn’t be fair for you to be laughed at by your daughter. So for now be a good boy and go into your bedroom. Lock the door and set your phone timer for ten minutes. You will then stand in the corner near the wardrobe until the timer goes off.”

“But darling,” I lowered my voice. “Chloe is here. We can’t …”

Her jaw set. I can recall her face to this day. I had genuinely upset her. “You listen to me little boy. I will not tolerate a mouthy brat around here. So ten minutes isn’t enough for you? You set the timer to thirty minutes. Your bedtime will be at 8 o’clock tonight, straight after dinner.”

I know my mouth just hung open. I was shell shocked. She was sending me to bed even earlier and there was nothing I could do about it.

“The corner by the wardrobe. Now. I can see you there on my computer monitor. Don’t you dare so much as bend your legs or look around.”

My mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow.

With my chin on my chest I turned and headed for my room.

“Oh little boy?”

“Yes darling?”

“Hands on your head at all times.”

“Yes dear. Of course.”

My second corner time was painful. I know many of you will have fantasised about standing in the corner with your hands on your head but let me tell you, your arms ache within no time at all.

Just like early that day I discovered how time stretches painfully out when you cannot see a clock nor do anything other than simply stand there. It is a worse punishment than you can imagine. I knew Blair would be checking up on me with her webcam so ensured my legs were straight and that I didn’t look too far to the left or right. You have to move your neck a little as, like your arms, it gets stiff. I thought about doing this dressed as a French maid, in heels and short flared dress with the stocking tops showing and that engorged my dick in its cage.

The first thing I vowed to do once I was free of the corner time was put a condom over the chastity cage to stop it constantly leaking in my pants.

You probably think that I had already suffered my worst humiliation. Being told off before your 15 year old daughter and then made to apologise to her being even worse than standing in the corner with your hands on head. I want to warn you of a huge catastrophe that will take place that very night where the mortification will even exceed those events.

At first things went rather well, in fact I guess too well. The alarm sounded and I was able to relax my aching arms. As soon as I unlocked the door a grinning Blair burst in slamming it behind her.

She looked thrilled, throwing her arms around me, squeezing me to her. We are about the same height so I simply let my arms rest around her shoulders. Her hands went down to my backside squeezing it as she giggled.

“Oh you are such a good boy sometimes”. With that she patted my bottom.

Bewildered I found myself thanking her.

Keeping a grip on me she pulled back to look me fully in the face. “So long as you know that good little boys get rewards. How about if you stay up until 9 tonight? Would you like that?”

I am ashamed to say I replied very quickly, “yes, thank you darling. That would be wonderful”

I was thanking her for being allowed to stay up an extra half hour. My new bedtime was 9.30 but she had said earlier I would be sent at 8.30 for being, I blush when I use this word, naughty. What is there bout that word that is so humbling and thrilling all at the same time?

Patting my bum again she said. “Aw. I do like it when you are a good boy rather than pushy, mouthy brat. You know it is a shame we never had a second baby. A boy. Wouldn’t it be great dressing him up in those cute little dungarees and tee shirts? Eh? With those little boy sandles?”

“Erm, well, I guess it would have been good to have had a boy as well as a girl, yes.” My horrified mind was fixed on the ‘cute little dungerees’ and ‘little boy sandals.’

She had to know I just didn’t like that sort of thing, that my interest was in girly outfits. With her in a good mood I felt brave enough to chance my arm. “Oh Blair. Remember you said we would chat about these things. You know you did say. Honest.”

“Oh don’t you worry your little head. When you are tucked up in bed I will join you and we can talk then. I have so many ideas. I am just not sure of them. This is so exciting.”

“Well, about the little boy thingee you seem to like …”

“Now, now,” she laughed, “don’t get yourself into any trouble. Have I asked for your views yet?”

“No dear.”

“When did I say we would chat?”

I swallowed, hearing me use the excruciating line, “After I have been sent to bed darling.”

She patted my bottom. “Good boy. You do understand that good boys get treats?”

I winced. “Yes, of course my love.”

“Say it.”

This was ignominious. “Good boys get treats.”

Her eyes narrowed for a moment until she said. “Hmm. Say, ‘Good little boys get treats’.”

I believe I stifled a groan. It didn’t seem wise to upset her when she was in such a good mood. “Good little boys get treats darling.”

“Aw. That is sooo sweet! Now say, ‘but naughty little brats get punished’.”

I avoided her eyes by staring into space. “But naughty little brats get punished darling.”

“Now say the two lines together.

My head was so fogged up with the degradation and my overwhelming sexual need that I struggled to remember the words.

“Good boys get, no, no. Good little boys get treats and naughty little, erm, ah, brats get punished.”

“Not bad. Try it again.”

“Good little boys get treats and naughty little brats get punished.”

“Uh-huh. Now again.”

I sighed. “Good little boys get treats and naughty little brats get punished, my love.”

She released me patting my cheek as if I were a playful puppy. “Good boy. Now I want you to learn that but without writing it down. We will call that rule one. So if I say what is rule one then you will say?”

“Oh! Good little boys get treats and naughty little brats get punished.”

“Excellent. So you toddle off downstairs and make some dinner for us all. Really looking forward to our little discussion later.”

With that she left with my eyes fixed on her sexy arse in that so tight little office skirt. Oh my God was I so sexually frustrated.

And the catastrophe to come? I shake my head even now at how my silliness destroyed that wonderful moment when Blair was so happy with me she was going to let me stay up late and come and chat with me. Needless to say we didn’t get to chat that night. Well not about anything I wanted to talk about. Will explain all in the next entry.

 

 

 

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