1. First Place

Controversial winner this one as some of the judges felt the sissy was enjoying herself too much and wouldn’t stop giggling while her wife’s lover bound her.

However after a careful scrutiny of the rules it was discovered that there was nothing to prevent the sissy having fun.

Though the effect was spoiled for some of us when the sissy blew the lover a kiss with the words ‘thank you.’

 

 

 

2. Second Place

 

No danger of the silly sissy enjoying herself here. By securing the ankles to the tummy and keeping the legs crossed the sissy is exposed to all.

Some feel this would have been first place had the Dom not run out of rope and had to go and fetch more half way through.

Better planning next time please!

 

 

3. Third Place

A bit tacky for some of us but other liked the tackiness.

A simple 4 short lengths of cord and some duct tape immobilises the victim in just three and a half minutes.

So top marks for practical bondage.

 

 

 

“Do you think I should get one of those leather cat suits?”

I was draped over the bed, naked below the waist, just wearing my shirt.

I swallowed. “Darling?”

Turning I could see she was eyeing herself in the mirror. Posing with the cane. She looked awesomely sexy in her short skirt. I felt myself dribbling down below, an almost permanent problem since being locked into the CB6000.

Giggling she patted my bottom with the stick. “I mean, I always thought of those dominatrixes wearing tight fitting leather.” She stood on her toes pressing down her tummy. “I mean I still have the figure for it, don’t I?”

“Yes darling,” I said. She sure as hell did.

“Oh you are so sweet. Now I feel bad about all this.”

Was this a last minute reprieve? “Well I do promise to be better behaved darling.”

Tapping the cane more firmly against my vulnerable buttocks her eyes narrowed. “Yes. You do now. The problem I have with you is what happens every time my back is turned. But I think we can resolve that.”

“Please honey may I say something?”

Wrinkling her nose she shook her head. “Not right now babykins. I have never done this before so I need to concentrate.”

I recall how I searched my mind for a way to argue with her but I feared she would simply use the opportunity to increase my punishment. I simply looked away as she continued to pat the cane on my skin.

The pats turned into loud splats that seriously stung. Then she struck me so hard I heard the swishing of the cane through the air.

“Ouch.”

I sat up straight and immediately received another hard slap on my backside.

“Back in your place babykins. Back arched. There’s a good boy. We will call this punishment position one. Ok?”

“w-w-w -what?”

“I will show you. Sit up straight again.”

Studying her carefully, fearful of being tricked I sat up and settled back on my knees.

“Good boy. Now assume punishment position number one.”

For a moment I remained kneeling but then, as she turned her head to eye me hard, as if on a spring I catapulted myself back over the bed.

“Back more arched.” She patted the cane on my buttocks as a warning. “That’s better. See? That is punishment position number one. Understand now?”

“Yes darling,” I muttered.

“I think I will be a good teacher,” she giggled.

The canning lasted only a few minutes. If you haven’t been caned then let me tell you how much it hurts. It is like having a knife slice a line across your buttocks. It leaves parallel streaks that burn until the tears come to your eyes.

It may sound sexy in books but when it happens you just want it to stop. You will do anything to make it stop.

When she finished I settled back on my knees rubbing at my raw arse. Tears filled my eyes.

And Blair?

Well that was the odd thing. She has always been someone bursting with empathy for another’s pain. But now her look was part fascination, part red cheeked arousal. She was crouched near me, running her fingers through my hair, but her eyes were fixed on mine as if studying my soul.

I think on one level she was thinking ‘have I done this, was this all down to me?’ and on another there was a faintly sadistic, commanding emotion fighting to surface.

I heard her mutter ‘wow’ under her breath. She ran a finger up my cheek gathering the tears like a dam. She kissed my face, really gently. “You know I love you, don’t you Jordan?”

“Yes honey. Of course.” I am not sure I did, but it seemed wise to agree with her at that point.

She smiled a wide eyed sense of achievement and muttered ‘wow’ again.

“So why not be a good boy and fetch my Rabbit for me.

“Yes darling.”

I brought the vibrator to my bed. It always reminded me of a toy built from spare parts with all its tiny add-ons fixed at odd angles. Yet I knew from what she has said before that it hits the spot as reliably as rain in the spring.

She was sat on my bed, propped up by the array of pillows she always kept on our beds. Her bare smooth legs were slightly parted beneath the pink dressing gown.

“I want you to be careful. Really gentle got it honeybins?” For the first time that night she looked a little concerned.

“Yes darling.”

“Don’t be rough. Not to start with anyway. I have never trusted anyone to do this for me before.”

I nodded, holding the Rabbit as I knelt on the bed next to her. She was still apprehensive, her eyes fixed on the vibrator in my hand.

“Ok. Just gently right?”

“Yes darling.”

I turned it on, feeling it jump into life before running it slowly up the inside of her thigh. I instinctively kept from pressing it on her pussy, rather I sort of teased it close and then ran it down the inside of her other thigh.

She closed her eyes and smiled. “That’s nice,” she whispered. “Good boy.”

So I ran it back again, up close to her pussy and then down the other side.

I heard her hum with pleasure.

Back and fore I went a few times and then I just touched her between her legs. She gasped and stiffened. I was dreading hurting her. My backside felt as if I had sat on a boiling hot radiator and I certainly didn’t want another caning.

As she settled back I prodded it into her pussy. Unable to see it beneath her robe I could feel it give a little as I pressed forward. Suddenly the vib slipped inside her and she jumped and groaned, tightening her hands into fists.

“Just gently,” she said breathlessly as if she had already run a marathon.

The buzzing sound changed as it slipped deeper into her. When I pulled it out the sound was higher pitched, as if it worked harder when inside her. I pressed it into her again with pretty much the same reaction. She jumped, held her breath and moaned.

Sliding it deeper I saw her arch her back and slip down the pillows, burying it deeper within herself. I pulled it back a few inches then pushed it back in.

By then she was barely conscious. Her last words spoken through gritted teeth were about turning the ears around, pointing them up a t her clit.

I did so and the reaction was explosive. I had seen her orgasm before of course. I knew her noises and the movements she made. But that was nothing like this. As soon as the ears touched her so her back arched and she squealed, ‘oh God yes.’

Each time I did it I achieved the same result until maybe on the fifth occasion she slipped down the bed her hands arching back over her head to clutch the bed rails. She came like I had never seen her before. She was completely lost in the moment. A bucking, shrieking machine.

Holding the Rabbit in place I watched as she calmed, still bucking, sweat dribbling around her forehead and neck. Her skin a glowing red.

Finally she fell silent and rolled away from me emitting a long sigh.

I sat on the edge of my bed with the vibrator and turned it off. When the buzzing died down the room switched to silence. It was as if we had been in another place and had now returned to Earth.

She snored lightly.

What was I to do ? She was falling asleep in my bed.

I crawled up close to her to whisper in her ear, “darling?”

“Yes bunchkins?” She was speaking quietly as if her mind was already fast asleep. Her eyes never opened.

“Do you want to go back to your bed?”

“No baby. You sleep in the second guest room tonight.”

Thanks! I thought. I did all this, suffered from the beating and now I was being sent to the spare bedroom.

“Honey?”

A more irritable, “yes?”

“Erm. We were going to talk about all this? You know about my chastity belt. I have been in it a few days now …”

“Tomorrow. Not another word. Make sure you are tucked up in bed by nine thirty.”

Jesus! I had forgotten all that guff about my so called bedtime.

“Yes, right. So talking the morning?”

“Make Chloe some supper and check her homework before you go to bed.”

“Yes darling. Is there anything more you want?”

A long sigh. “I want you to leave me sleep! Else you will be sent to bed at eight thirty!”

At that point I fled.

I put all her stuff away in the shoe box and placed it in her bedroom on her dressing table.

Chloe came home about eight and I made her some dinner explaining that mummy was tired and had gone to bed. Like most teenagers she just accepted any facts that were not directly to do with her. I checked her essay on The Potato Famine and seeing the time was 9:15 told her that I was also tired.

I left her watching tv whilst I made my way to the second guest room at the rear of the house.

It took me an age to sleep that first night. Normally I am up until midnight playing around on the computer in my office. But that night I lay there ruminating on the nights developments. I had finally had her cane me and though at the time it was awful, painful and humiliating right then, in my own bed, it felt erotic. My ass was as hot as I had always imagined it would be following a beating. But that just added to the damnable frustration as I couldn’t wank myself off.

If I was feeling sorry for myself then that was nothing to what I would feel just after lunch the following day.

***

I was still stretching out the Singapore contract for all it was worth. By now I had dotted all the ‘I’s and crossed all the ‘T’s. The doorbell rang and when I answered my gut reeled as I took in the delivery guy. I was standing before a man wearing my chastity belt. Previously the only person I had been in the company of whilst wearing it had been Blair. That felt awful enough. As if she was in charge and I somehow subservient, but this guy, little more than my height, but sort of bony and masculine. His skin rough, his cheeks unshaven, it all conspired to make made me feel very unmasculine.

There is no other way to describe it.

And to be honest to this day I haven’t got used to being in the presence of a guy whilst wearing the chastity cage. It sort of demotes you. You feel as if he must be magically be aware of the dynamic between a sub guy in his chastity device and a real guy.

He placed a large box in the porch.

“Sign here mate.”

I signed his electronic notetaker and he was gone. “See you mate.”

I think I said ‘yes, see you.’

I picked up the box that was addressed to me and seeing the Amazon stickers recognised what it was.

I opened it on the kitchen counter and groaned. On the cover was a picture of a cute young girl, maybe no older than 14 wearing the bunny Onsie. My first inclination was to chuck it in the bin at the back of the house. Pretend it never came, just decide never to mention it again and hope Blair would forget. But I was learning not to do anything that might upset her. A happy Blair was my best way forwards.

Beneath the weather proof bag the box with the heated bunny slippers were taped to the top of the larger Onsie box.

I returned to my computer and slumped in my chair staring at the Singapore Container Contract. I just felt totally defeated. Though I had slept longer than I had ever done since I was a baby I felt really tired, as if I could crawl into bed.

The phone rang.

“Yes?” I was till feelings sorry for myself.

“What’s wrong bunchkins?”

I almost shouted ‘Blair’ down the phone so surprised was I to hear from her, but I saved myself a beating by saying: “Honey?” Though do not believe I hid my shock.

“You look so forlorn honeykins. Everything ok?”

Ah Gawd! She is watching me through the webcam. “Yes dear fine.” Something inside me wanted to tell her that the damnable bunny outfit had arrived, as if to demonstrate my honesty.

“The contract ok?”

“What? Oh yeh, yeh. Yes. That’s fine. Done reallt.”

“That was quick. Thought you had loads of work to do on it?”

Oh my God she will realise I had been lying about that. “Oh yes. Yes. But funnily enough when I took a good look at it I realised it is good to go.”

“Hmmm.” She wasn’t convinced so I held my breath. “So why are you looking like a little boy who can’t have a chocolate biscuit?”

“Oh yes. Well. As you know darling I am locked in the ‘you know what’. I just need some respite.”

“Ah-ha. As you know it is getting you back in it that is my dilemma.”

“Yes, yes. But I promise I will let you.”

“You will let me?” She giggled. “That will be sweet of you. But I think I have to do it so you have no say in the matter.”

“Yes I guess so.”

“I have thought of something. A way to ensure you can be put back in it.”

I perked up. “Yes darling?”

“Well you remember that fancy dress party we went to? With me and you as sexy prisoners?”

“Yes. You were stunning.”

“Aw thank you honey. Well you remember my boss Mister Hopkins telling that story. You know where he had the Honk Kong police handcuffs?”

How could I forget? He had been such an Alpha male that night, something I shared with you already. If you recall I played with myself with fantasies about him dominating my wife and even dominating me at the same time. Classic sissy cuckold stuff really.

“Yes they were the real thing. Double locking.”

She smiled. “I thought you would remember, you perv,” she giggled. “Well let me free up your computer so you can go on to ebay.”

I saw my Singapore contract being saved and then she logged me off. I just sat in the chair watching her do it. As you recollect the previous day I got into trouble when I tried to stop her using my keyboard and mouse.

At the login screen I saw her tap in the long asterix hidden password before the windows screen came back up with the usual Microsoft music and a more complete array of icons than I was allowed on my kiddies screen.

“Ok off you go. I will watch.”

Whilst holding the phone to my ear I used one finger to log into ebay before setting off the search as ‘double locking handcuffs’

As usual a list came up.

“There’s quite a few darling.” She said as is surprised. Blair is incredibly naïve when it comes to sex.

“Gosh there are. And these are all real handcuffs like Morgan Hopkin’s?”

“Yes. I am sure. Yes.”

“So no silly trick locks to get out of like the toy ones we used at the fancy dress party?”

I was about to say ‘no’ when she squealed so loudly in my ear I had to pull the phone away.

“Look, look!”

“At what?” I of course hid my exasperation at her irrational instruction. She should have told me what I should be looking at.

“They do leg cuffs. Can you see them?”

“Yes they are at the top of the screen.”

“Buy them. Buy them now.”

I smiled to myself and clicked to make the purchase. I had always wanted Blair to lock me up in steel cuffs. Wow, now she was volunteering to do it! Knowing I wouldn’t be able to unlock them or escape made the acquisition both scary and thrilling.

I hovered the mouse pointer over standard postage.

“No, no!” She shouted.

“What?” I tried to remain calm. Why couldn’t she be logical and tell me what I should stop doing?

“Next day delivery!”

“Ok, ok, ok!”

I selected next day delivery and the screen flashed back to the double locking handcuffs

“Wow, there are loads of different types. Which ones would you like?”

My dick quivered in its cage and my brain was bursting with excitement. I was choosing handcuffs for my own mistress!

“Well there are ones with longer chains and …”

“Oh my God!”

Another ear piercing scream.

“What?”

“Look at those. They are pink!”

I saw the pink handcuffs and grimaced. “Don’t you think it would be better if they were silver like real police cuffs?”

“They are real handcuffs. Double locking thingees, yes?”

I double checked. “Yes darling. And you get two types. Ones with a short chain and ones that are hinged.”

I heard her giggling. “Hinged. Not sure what they do but get them. For tomorrow! I can see a good boy being allowed out of his little cage, can’t you?”

Though it was humiliating to be patronised like that I found myself being so aroused that it didn’t matter. I selected next day delivery and was anxious to close the page before she got any ideas I wouldn’t find exciting.

I put the mouse over the cross to close the window when I heard her warn:

“Excuse me mister. And who gave you permission to exit?”

The fear that filled my gut I can recall to this day. “I thought we had finished darling.”

“You thinking for yourself again?”

I swallowed, feeling myself blush.

“I asked you a question little boy didn’t I?”

“Yes darling, yes you did.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry darling, I was thinking for myself a bit.”

She was silent for a moment while I held my breath.

“We cannot have that can we?”

She sounded breathless, as if she had been running.

“Er, no, I guess we can’t.”

“The next thing you will be doing is trying to make decisions. And we definitely do not want that do we?”

I was so aroused and so brain fuddled I just kept agreeing with her. In turn I was growing more and more desperate to cum. I spurted twice in quick succession.

“Tell me something little boy, has your bunny suit arrived?”

“Please darling, please I ….”

“Is this a little boy who wants to be released when the cuffs get here tomorrow?”

“Oh yes please, yes.”

“Ok good. Then I expect good behaviour. Now you be a good boy and strip to your underpants and then put it on with the bunny slippers.”

My head hung in shame. I knew I would have to comply. “Yes miss.”

I rose holding the phone.

“And just one more thing little bunchkins.”

“Yes darling?”

“I want you to look at this You Tube video. I was looking all this morning for something like it.”

A window popped up on my screen with the usual YouTube descriptions.

I saw the description. ‘Kiddies face Painting.’

“I couldn’t find a cute bunny face but this kitty face will do. Follow the instructions. You don’t need to do the ears or anything but get the nose and the whiskers right or else I will weld that chastity cage shut!”

What? She wanted me to do some sort of kids painting on my face? I was horrified.

“D-D-Darling? I ….”

“You will need my eyebrow pencil and some other girlee thingees. Use my old make up bag in the top drawer of my dressing table. It is a pink, lime green colouring.”

“Darling? Please. That will be so …”

“Have to go. You have one hour. And good little boys aren’t late are they?”

“No darling,” I mumbled.

I knew I was about to descend into abject degradation, but at that point I just didn’t know how far.

 

 

 

 

 

Deborah Ford  novels for sale

Click the book for Amazon in the uk, else search on your own country’s Amazon page. Also available also at Lulu, ibookstore and many others.

Usual warnings for delicate sissies. Please read with ample amounts of smelling salts to hand. Always gain permission from your dominant before purchasing and before reading.

The Hotel does not accept liability for any consequences that occur following purchase. These to include:

1. Your wife discovering your predilections and then leaving you bound as a chastity maid whilst she has a night out with your boss.

2. You discovering new fetishes that excite you.

3. Your dominant learning new means to keep you firmly under their thumb.

1 This maid clearly thinks a lot of herself, but with good reason she is looking up at the man who is taking her out tonight.

 

2 This maid has just heard that she will be serving the Moorlands Rugby team tonight.Her shock will be intensified when she learns that they have booked her for the entire weekend.

 

3. A little known fact that maids at The Hotel are educated in many practical areas of life. Here they learn what to do when a car breaks down. They must stand with the bonnet open, looking around  helpless until some competent dominant rescues them. If there is more than one blonde then at least one must do something stupid like pour nail varnish remover into the air intake.

 

3. The famous Wardrobe Room. This may be the first picture ever smuggled out of The Hotel. Two maids are seen delighting in their preparations for the evening.

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If you wish really hard, clap twice then you will turn into one of these girls.

 

So first of all carefully select who you would like to be.

I know it is tough for you to make a decision so think really hard.

then close your eyes, concentrate really hard and clap twice.

When you open them you will be standing in her heels, wearing her clothes, make up and hair. note[1]

note [1] standard disclaimer. The Hotel accepts no responsibility for the predicament you may find yourself in on waking up as a new new you. Girls may be a relationship with a very dominant male or female who will not put up with your bratty behaviour. You will be expected to fulfill your commitments to the girl’s owner which you wont be able to know until after the change. Although the beating of children, sailors and prisoners has been outlawed by legislation over the last 100 years sissies maybe liable to corporal punishment at the whim of their new owner.  This process  may not work if you are have ever used a pencil. The user accepts full responsibility for all consequences of their wish. The wish cannot be reversed.

 

 

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I sat in the front room toying with my new pink phone finding all it now allowed me to do was make calls and send text messages. I couldn’t access ‘settings’ nor any of the aps I had downloaded. The internet use allowed me access to a couple of news sites but little else. If I used a search engine to find anything even risqué it flagged up the words ‘Cyber Mummy Safety, ’ below the warning message it read the same warning text as on the pc: ‘this site is considered too mature for your current age. If you think there has been an error please contact an adult to rectify your problem.’

I know the next lines will excite the sissy cuckolds amongst you but do not get too carried away as Jerry is definitely not Blair’s type. I had stood up to rearrange the chastity cage. Sometimes when the CB6000 slips between your legs it can get uncomfortable. Just as I was pushing everything back into position I heard heavy footsteps going up the stairs, clearly those of Jerry’s. These were followed by the lighter steps of Blair’s.

What? Why would she be taking him upstairs?

I wanted to open the door to take a look but I dared not. I hadn’t yet fully understood the power exchange that had taken place in the space of a few short days. I didn’t recognise that I was fearful of earning some punishment from her. I think, at the time, it was more that I just felt it wise to keep my head down.

So I stood in the middle of the living room listening to their footsteps move across the landing towards my bedroom. My heart was in mouth. I guess I did fear that she was about to fulfil another part of my fantasy and cuckold me, but at the same time I knew she wouldn’t let a guy like Jerry anywhere near her. She found wimps like that amusing. She had often told me how she would use guys like that as ‘fetch mees.’ She had learnt in school how she could flash her boobs or her eyes at some pathetic guy and say ‘fetch me this’ or ‘fetch me that’ and off they would dash to perform her bidding. Bring her pens or paper or do her homework.

I know she admired me at college for the way I was already planning to set up my own company. Don’t think she ever tried the ‘fetch mees’ ploy with me.

But them being in my bedroom was torture. What was happening up there?

As I was to learn over the following months how the dominate can keep the sub on a short leash simply by keeping the sub in ignorance. It is a stomach turning feeling of helplessness when you do not know what is even happening let alone know how to react to it. It leaves you with a constant buzz of trepidation in your gut.

Inevitably I guess the footsteps moved directly overhead. They were in my bedroom. I heard a scraping of a chair. I guess at that point I was beginning to wonder if she really would have sex with him but then, bizarrely, I heard an electric drill. It squealed twice. About five minutes later the chair was moved and they walked out of the room but I couldn’t tell to where.

I stood next to the door like a puppy, hopeful for someone to open it. My ear pressed to the wood but I couldn’t hear anything.

Summing up all my courage I pushed the handle down and, as quietly and slowly as I could, I opened the door enough to peer into the hallway. Nothing. No one. I pulled the door open sufficiently wide to step outside and peer upstairs. My heart missed a beat. Suddenly the drill was squealing again.

I walked to the stairs to look up, all ready to dart back into the front room. The sound was coming from the far guest room.

Suddenly I heard Blair giggling. They were coming back.

I raced into the room closing the door as quietly as possible.

Looking back I wonder why I was behaving like a wimp in my own home but at that moment it seemed natural. I desperately needed Blair to unlock me, let me be a man in the house again.

Voices in the hall, Blair thanking him and Jerry being bashful. Something about seeing her tomorrow and then he was gone.

“Jordan?”

I opened the door, swallowed, and whispered, “yes darling?”

I want you, the reader to picture her as I saw her at that moment. She was only my height, maybe a little taller in her heels. Her blouse and short tight skirt were achingly sexy. Her dark tights and heels teasing my trapped dick. If I could have I would have collapsed to the carpet and just wanked as quickly as possible.

She stood arms folded, one ankle before the other wearing a mischievous grin. Like a school girl who has laid a trap and is inviting the victim in to it.

She crooked her finger and turned into my office, so I followed.

Next to my pc with its pre-school, childish desktop was her laptop.

“First Jordan I want you to know I love you. Ok?”

I cannot remember what is replied, maybe I just mumbled yes.

“It is just that I don’t want to feel like an idiot ever again. You understand that don’t you?”

“Yes darling. Yes.” I was of course careful not to use her Christian name as she had ruled that out of bounds the previous evening.

She nodded and smiled. “Good. Just needed you to know.” She waved a hand under my desk where the computer box sat. “Can you see that black boxee thingee behind your computer?”

“Yes.” I stared at it. It was about the size of a shoe box and jet black. A green light was on at the front.

“Good. Now that clever little nerd Jerry may not be every girl’s cup of tea, but he sure knows his stuff. We had a long chat today. I sat on my desk crossing and uncrossing my legs and he stood there like a puppy with his tongue hanging out. As obedient as a puppy too.” She giggled to herself. “Anyways, he was telling me about all the ways computer nerds would try to outwit the keyboard logger and the Team viewer software. Even how to get around the cyber security that stops you getting on your pervy sites without my permission. You wouldn’t believe it. Not that I was listening of course. All went over my head. You wouldn’t have been much better would you bunchkins?”

I shook my head. I wouldn’t have had a clue how to outwit such software but I could have used a search on the internet. Yet even then of course Blair would have seen what I was searching for via the keyboard logger.

“So, anyways. That clever little man has added some sort of back up power supply. Don’t ask me what it does but it means that you cannot turn the computer off. What did he say? I don’t know, something about rebooting and getting inside the bios? Does that make sense?”

I shrugged, still in shock. I didn’t know enough about computers to understand the bios anyway.

“So he has removed the shutdown menu from your computer front screen and somehow he has stopped the power buttons in the front working. So you cannot turn it off. Amazing eh? I can turn it off by relogging as admin but you, little boy, will have to wait for your mummy to do it for you.”

I felt sick hearing that term ‘mummy again’. Clearly that was her friend’s fetish, but it wasn’t mine.

“So Jordan, naughty little boys won’t be able to reformat or relog or do anything as I understand it. Not without their big strong mummy to help them. Cool huh?”

“Erm, darling, I am really not into this ‘mummy’ business. You see my fetish is …”

“Oh phooey! My friend says you must keep them under the thumb so they know for sure it isn’t for them. Now look at this. She touched the screen on her laptop, pumped in a long password and then pressed an icon which was called ‘Security Home.’

Her screen split into four images. I gasped. One was from the webcam on my computer screen showing the office. I could see Blair on her laptop right in front of the webcam.

The second image was of the hallway.

I stepped back outside my office and saw the webcam secured above the door to the kitchen.

The other two images were of my bedroom and the spare room I mentioned. It was a small bedroom with an en-suite. We had intended it for friends staying over like the main guest room but only Chloe’s friends had ever used it.

“Blair I …”

“Oh and my little boy thinks he can use my name again? Did I give you permission?”

“No darling, sorry I am just flabbergasted at all this.” I recall the way she was staring at me, sort of studying my reaction. “I am really sorry about using your name, sort of slipped out.”

She lightened up at my apology. “Don’t look so worried baby. I will deal with you later. Right now I want you to see that I can keep a perfect eye upon you and what you get up to. All the time. Isn’t that simply wonderful?”

Slumping into my office chair I stared open mouthed at the screen of images. “Darling I don’t understand. I mean why?”

She ruffled my hair and sat on my lap, wriggling her gorgeous arse around until I was gasping with need.

“Aw poor honey.” She stroked my cheek. “Shame you were so naughty wasn’t it?”

“Naughty my love?”

“Using my Christian name like that.”

At that point I felt like crying. I was helpless and humiliated, not even knowing what to say.

I looked up at her pretty face. “But darling don’t you think we should talk about this?”

Putting her arm around my neck she kissed my nose. “I am not an ogre Jordan. Of course you may ask for permission to discuss anything your little heart desires.”

Permission to discuss! I now needed permission just to discuss anything?

“Well, I don’t know where to start. I mean what about my privacy?”

She patted my nose very firmly. “Aw, now little boy, was that asking for permission to discuss anything? Huh? Or was it my little Jordan behaving like a brat and thinking he could just say whatever he wants, whenever he wants?”

What could I reply to that? I just sat there as she fidgeted herself into a more comfortable position leaving my dick to frustratingly fill its tiny cage.

“I …well …I …”

“My friend said she had to be very firm when she first started. Her husband kept thinking it was a joke. Some sort of game that would finish at bedtime. So I guess we had best do the same.”

“Darling please can we discuss all of this. I mean this is just crazy”

“I think ‘please may we discuss’ sounds sweeter, don’t you?”

Closing my eyes I felt my mouth dry. I then looked at her and said, “Please may we discuss this?”

Running her fingers through my hair she said, “Of course babykins. But first I am feeling really horny. Isn’t that strange? I didn’t expect that. I think being in control makes me feel more relaxed, safer somehow. Anyways. Tonight you will learn how to use my rabbit on me. Then we will discuss some things before your bedtime.”

“My bedtime?”

“Ah. I hadn’t mentioned that had I?” She laughed at her silliness. “With so much going on. My friend said it was important to get her husband into a routine so he knew exactly when he was going to bed. That way she could let him stay up late, if he had been good, and then he would be very grateful. We will make your bedtime,” she half closed her eyes in thought, “nine thirty. Yes that sounds about right.”

I dint say anything.

She patted my arm. “Come on. Chloe will be back from her friends by seven so you have little more than an hour to entertain me.”

So she led me upstairs by the hand with my eyes were at the level of her gorgeous arse. I so wanted to screw her.

Bringing her shoebox into my bedroom she took off the cover to reveal her Rabbit vibrator and a smaller vibrator she had before we married.

She undressed casually as if I wasn’t there. Usually she was very self-conscious when she undresses with me in the room but at that time I might as well not have been present. As she slipped her naked body into her fluffy pink bathroom robe I ventured a reminder:

“Darling. Remember you said I would be released tonight.”

She tied the cords loosely about her waist and eyed me. “Hmmm. You need to ask permission to say anything don’t you?”

“My love I do not know how to speak to you anymore.” There were tears in my eyes, I just couldn’t help it.

She cuddled me tightly. “Honeykins we both have a great deal to learn.” She kissed my cheek. “But all the time in the world to learn it.”

I was so aroused, so heady that my brain just couldn’t function, I had never felt so passive and brain dead in my life.

She whispered in my ear, “why not try ‘please darling may I remind you that I might be released tonight?’ How does that sound?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes darling. Please may I be released tonight?”

Smiling she kissed my nose. “Sorry honeykins. You have been a little bit naughty haven’t you? Not addressing me properly? Yes? Besides I don’t know how to get that chastity cage back on you after you have cum. Apparently once a subbie guy has cum he reverts to being a horrible, pushy brat again. So how would I get the cage back on you then? Eh? If you didn’t want me to?”

Shaking my head I admitted I didn’t know. “I promise I will let you,” I stated with all my heart.

“Hmmm. Babykins. Yes, you say that now. But after? Huh? So, no, not tonight. But I know you have asked me to cane your bottom in the past haven’t you? Yes you have. Don’t deny it. So be a good boy and go down to the garden shed. The gardener leaves the canes for the tomatoes down there. Bring me one about four feet long.”

She was right of course. Like most guys who had a kick out of the cuckold sissy fetish I wanted to experience a canning. And I had asked her many times, irritating her with my persistence.

But at that moment it felt different. I wasn’t asking for it, nor looking forward to it. Rather she had decided and now I had to comply.

And at that moment in time I could not think of a single way I could avoid fetching it for her.

Feeling my cheeks burning I went down stairs hearing her Rabbit buzz into life as she tested its batteries.

1. Deportment class, third week.

How to look demure in short dress and heels.

This is more difficult than it first appears. As ever, practice and disciplined tuition is everything.

 

 

 

2. School is out

One sissy came top of the class and is able to offer her chastity cage key to anyone she likes.

Can you guess which show off, teacher’s pet achieved this?

 

 

3. Maid’s must never take pity on a girl who is being punished.

Simone has been waiting for three hours for some one to release her so she may use the bathroom.

She has learnt one singular fact, all the maid’s are bitches and out to secure the best master or mistress for themselves.

None can afford to take pity on a maid who is about to humiliate herself before all the guests.

 

 

 

 

 

 

… get a tail!

 

 

 

 

 …then which would he find the most amusing?

 

One.

The impossible to remove chastity belt.

German make, fitting skin tight around the waist and between the legs with twin locks to keep you secure.

This would be ideal should he have to leave the city for a few days, leaving you safely blocked from pleasuring your wife.

Thus ensuring she will be rampant for him as soon as he returns.

 

Two

Very secure bondage and sadistic gag.

By filling out your mouth and then securing a tight gag about it you would not be able to make any sound other than a quiet mewing. I fear your wife would find this excruciatingly amusing.

For his entertainment a simple wrist and ankle tie will not suffice.

Rather he would take his time to pull your joints securely tightly together ensuring you would be totally helpless.

All you would be able to do is wriggle.

With you bound like this he could take your wife to your bedroom in the full knowledge you will not be bothering them until he has satisfied himself.

 

 

 

 

THREE

Humiliating bondage

Having established his bondage credentials with extremely tight and secure bondage, as in TWO, above, he could move on to the next level.

Here the sissy would be bound in such a way as to cause endless amusement from your wife and any of his friends he chose to invite around.

As you can see your legs would be drawn up and your bottom easily displayed from a number of angles.

As there would be nothing your could do to stop him,  you could be tuned on your side, upside down, for a particularly inviting target, else simply left in the upright position.

 

 

 

 

 

Much of that day was spent on the Singapore contract. I have already told you how little I needed to do so I was simply spinning out the work for the benefit of Blair who was watching every word I typed form the comfort of her own office. Within a couple of hours I was finished and would need just a single pass to check the additional notes.

With the knowledge that Blair was using the Keylogger for Kids to observe what I was doing I ensured that every ten minutes or so I would do some simple editing. That way she would hopefully believe me to busier than I actually was. Ye Gods, by the middle of the afternoon I was beside myself with rage. I couldn’t do anything without fearing she was checking my computer activity.

Normally, as you are aware, I would spend my day dressing in sexy women’s clothing and perhaps play bondage games. Now with the chastity belt preventing me from cumming and my wife holding the keys I had to work – well pretend to work. No wonder I was livid.

I decided if we couldn’t resolve this, then I would threaten divorce. That would shake her.

Every so often I would torture myself by running my hands over my shapewear and lingerie collection.

Having marshalled my arguments so that I would carefully open the discussions with my wife without being too bellicose, I was surprised by how nervous I was when I heard her keys in the front door.

It was like that feeling you get waiting to go into an exam room where your gut tingles and you feel a sudden urge to urinate.

‘Calm, calm,’ I whispered to myself as I emerged into the hallway with a fixed smile that I hoped would be welcoming.

“Darling,” was as far as I could get.

Standing behind her, appearing just as self-conscious as the previous day, was the hulking, over-weight Jerry. He even wore the same faded red tee shirt and his beard had an extra day of rough growth. This time he had a grey shoulder bag packed full of what appeared, judging from the bulges, to be boxes.

 

“Ah Jordan. Good. You remember Jerry?”

“Hi Jerry.” I said my mouth going dry.

“Hi mister Connolly.” He tried a smile and then nervously bowed his head.

“Now Jerry and I were having a good little chat this afternoon about our nieces. You know, the ones who were are coming to stay with us?”

She widened her eyes until I agreed I knew about the nieces who were coming to us. As you know that was simply a ruse Blair had used to have Jerry lock down my computer and inflict that childish nonsense all over my screen.

“You made some pertinent points, didn’t you Jerry?”

“Yes Mrs Connelly.”

“Oh please. Outside the office always call me Blair.”

He reddened a bit the way teenagers do when they are being addressed by a stunning, sexy, older woman. Only Jerry was in his mid-twenties. What a loser!

“Anyway,” She paused staring at me. “Aren’t you going to take my coat?”

“Oh yes, yes darling. Of course.”

I found myself hopping across to her to ease her coat from her shoulders.

“And hang it up please. Nice and neat.”

Gritting my teeth at the indignity I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. In the place of praise was abject humiliation. She was speaking to me as if I were a servant, all in front of this overweight apology for a man.

But all I whispered was, “yes darling.”

As I returned from the coat cupboard she was leading Jerry into my office. I felt violated. That was my room. They didn’t even bother to ask.

The screen still displayed one of the embarrassing kiddie scenes. I felt my cheeks flush as the immature man took it in.

“Oh yes.” Blair said. “Just let me relog so you can do your work.”

“Thank you Mrs Connolly.”

“Now, now Jerry. Blair when we are outside of the office remember?”

He shrugged. “Sorry Blair, yes.”

“Jordan, you haven’t asked our guest if he would like some refreshment. A beer maybe?”

“Oh no Mrs Connolly, erm Blair. No. Need a clear head for this sort thing. All to do with IP addresses and stuff. Gets a bit serious in there at this level.”

Blair put a hand on his shoulder and Jerry seemed close to melting through the floor. “Wow aren’t you clever? Jordan and I are such dolts with computers. Aren’t we Jordan?”

“Yes darling,” I agreed.

“So best leave you to it. Now Jordan. Jerry likes his coffee milky with three sugars. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes please Blair.”

“And a plate of biscuits too. Keep up the energy. Oh, I will have a camomile tea Jordan.”

“Yes darling.”

“Best serve us on a tray, yes?”

Serve them? Serve them on a tray? As helpless and humiliated as I felt I spurted into my underwear. For the first time in hours I was suddenly aware of my imprisoned dick. I was actually adjusting myself to the chastity belt’s presence. I hadn’t felt any irritations or sharp pinches, it now just lived there.

“Yes, yes of course darling.”

Blair smiled. It wasn’t the smile of a superior dominatrix more of a mother proud of a well behaved child.

I made my way to the kitchen in a state of shock.

“Oh and Jordan?”

My wife had followed me and placed a hand on my arm as I opened the kitchen door.

I was suddenly aware of her extraordinary sexy legs in their short, suit skirt, her 3 inch erotic heels and of her rounded breasts held in perfect display beneath her crisp transparent blouse by a bra edged in lace. I could ravish her there and then, except of course I couldn’t. I was locked in to the CX6000 by her.

“Oh don’t look so worried Jordan. You have been very good.”

I glanced over her shoulder at my office doorway wondering if that dolt Jerry could hear us. With relief I decided he couldn’t from down the hallway with my pc runnning.

“Give me your mobile phone.”

Her palm was held out invitingly.

“Erm yes of course.” I plucked it from the cupboard unit near the front door where we all kept out phones and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Good boy.”

“Blair look, we really need to …”

“Fancy me forgetting a smart phone eh?”

She saw my quizzical expression and giggled. “Silly. You have probably been on it all day, visiting your pervy sites. Oh! Oh Jordan, I can see from the expression on your face you had forgotten you could do that with your smart phone.”

Feeling an urgent need to defend myself from her accusation of stupidity I blurted out, “but I never use it for the internet. You know I could never get my head around that phone.”

“Well, even little girls can do that Jordan.”

The remark floored me. I felt so defeated. All day long I had access to the damned internet but hadn’t realised it.

She actually laughed as she took my phone into my office. I heard her chatting to Jerry but decided the best course of action for me was to serve them their tea and coffee as quickly as I could.

I was soon wishing I hadn’t.

Jerry was sat in my office chair, swinging back and fore as if he it was his. Blair had pulled up a chair to sit alongside him. The first thing I noticed was how her short skirt had rode right up her legs. I was desperate to have her.

I laid the tray on a nearby desk and served them their drinks.

At least Jerry had the manners to say thank you. Blair simply sat back indicating a place on my desk for me to place her tea.

“Now then Jerry, why don’t you explain to my husband here how the new phone will work.”

New phone? Oddly I didn’t have a bad feeling at those words, I was simply intrigued by the mention of a new phone. I realise now that, even at that early stage, panic alarms should have been sounding. Perhaps as loudly they were a few seconds into Jerry’s explanation.”

“Ah yes Mister Connolly.”

“Oh, Jordan is perfectly fine, Jerry.”

“Ah yes. Well you see …”

I gasped and took a step back, it couldn’t be. Jerry was holding up a bright pink, smart phone. The colour a teenage girl might use.

“So Jordan. Your wife was worried about your nieces being able to get adult material on the web.”

“Oh Jerry you are so modest.” She stretched out the word ‘so’ until Jerry grinned from ear to ear and his cheeks darkened. “You warned me remember? There I was thanking Jerry for his help with our computers and you know what? He comes straight out with ‘what about their smart phones’. Of course we were just too damned silly to realise. Our innocent little nieces could have some horrible pervs contact them on that or be able to accidently see some pervy stuff on the internet. So he came up with this idea. Tell him Jerry. But speak slowly so we can both understand.”

A mischievous grin lit up her face, inviting me to smile with her. And oddly it did seem amusing that we played at being so silly for him. Scary maybe, but amusing.

“Well Mister Connolly, er Jordan. What it is, is that I have put the sim card from the old phone into this one and then locked it to it.”

“Locked it to it?”

“Oh Jerry,” giggled Blair. “I am afraid you must explain it all very slowly to Jordan. Not exactly a techie are you dear?”

“No darling.” I felt breathless as if the air had been sucked out of the room. She had taken control of my computer and now what was she doing with my phone?

He coughed. “Well to put it in words of one syllable …”

I felt two feet tall.

“… the simcard cannot now be taken out of the phone without me unlocking it. Prevents your niece buying another phone and putting it in that one. You know what kids are like.”

I am sure my jaw was hanging open.

“Oh Jerry, Jordan knows all about bratty kiddies and their naughty behaviour.”

“So anyways, the phone now has the Cyber Mummy Safety ap installed on it from the root. Erm You know about rooting a phone?”

I felt aggrieved, as if I was being shown up by a guy who thought he was smart ass. Yet I still had to admit, “Not really.”

“No. Thought not. Well rooting involves getting right down at the core of the phone. Into the bios. Means only I can change it. Blair thought it would be best if the owner of the phone knew there was nothing they could do to change it.”

Blair cut in with, “prevent them trying to fiddle and then breaking it. Lord knows how I would punish a child who broke a nice phone like that.”

My eyes closed when I opened them I found Jerry still filling my new life with horror.

“So the software will prevent access to unsuitable sites. It will send a file to Mrs Connolly’s phone so she can constantly keep an eye on what is happening on her niece’s phone. Blair will be able to restrict calls usage or aps usage. Control just about anything. All from her own p.c. or phone.”

He was looking at me expecting me to enthuse at how brilliant this was. I just sighed and nodded feeling a dark cage enveloping me.

“Anyways,” Jerry continued seeing as how unimpressed I was. “It gets better really.”

I was dying. The words ‘gets better’ chilled me.

“It has a locator turned on so Mrs Connelly will always know where her niece is. Even down to the last square metre. No danger of the little girls getting lost.”

Jesus! This was too much.

“And it gets even better. I have limited the aps to just the ones on the front screen. Your nieces won’t be able to download or startup any others than those. All other controls are locked out.

I felt feint. The blood was rushing from my head. Blair had taken leave of her senses. For support I gripped the desk on which the tray sat.

“But it gets even better,” Blair gushed. “Look! You hold it Jordan. Pretend you are my niece and say you are out shopping for shoes when you should be at home doing your homework.”

I took hold of the girly, pink phone with my fingertips as if it were diseased.

“Now,” Blair announced, “There you are out buying shoes when you are not supposed to. I know exactly where you are from my google maps. But when I phone the naughty little brat will choose not to answer, yes? On account of her being up to mischief. Let me show you.”

She dialled a number on her smart phone and a moment later mine played the opening lyrics from ‘I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world’. Oh Jesus!

I left it ring. On the call sign it read: Mummy. I think by then I was in a state of shock.

“So naughty minx doesn’t answer and hey presto.”

Suddenly the phone vibrated and shook to life. I saw a video of a grinning Blair in the middle of my phone. I knew she could immediately see my shocked face.

“You see? I can force the phone to answer to have a good look at what my naughty little niece is up to.”

I slumped on to a seat near the second desk. This was insane.

“You are clever Jerry.”

“Oh Mrs Connolly, folk would be staggered if they knew what could be done with their phones. This is nothing.”

“Jerry dear, it is enough, believe me. Don’t you think Jordan?”

I just stared at her with my mouth agape.

“Lost for words eh. Now Jordan why don’t you run along and play with my niece’s new toy. So you can clearly see what you cannot do on it. I think jerry and I have a few jobs to keep us occupied.”

With my own coffee I sat in the front room just staring at my new, pink girly phone. All my aps for games, news and sport had vanished. I just had a single screen with a few icons some of which I did not recognise.

I had tried to change the ring tone but I could not access any of the settings. Jerry had cut me off from doing anything with my phone other than making and receiving calls. Of course all of those would be sent to Blair to peruse.

Outside the room I could hear a scraping of chairs as Jerry worked in the hallway whilst chatting to my giggling wife.

 

I wish now I had shown more concern at what they were doing. Perhaps I could have put a stop to it. I just felt too flattened, absolutely exhausted at what Blair had done to my life. The realisation that during my agonising afternoon I could have accessed all my favourite sites including that of Deborah Ford’s The Hotel filled me with a sickening realisation. I had been a real idiot.

But even now I know I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. She had taken control, not in a harsh way, more in a womanly soft commanding style. Like maybe a firm teacher in a class.

Also it maybe better had I not seen what Jerry was doing. I fear I may have tried to argue and Blair would have made me look even more foolish.

Either way, just half an hour after Jerry arrived I was to be shown something that would change my life even more than my new controlling pink phone. And there was nothing I could do about it.