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‘Oh my God,’ you would squeal. ‘You cannot dress like that when you are meeting your boss for dinner.’

‘Why is that darling?’ She asks, pulling down her short hem in the mirror.

‘You don’t understand.’

‘Oh dear,’ she checks her eyes and lip makeup. Is that a fleck of mascara on her cheek? ‘And what don’t I understand, darling?’

You swallow. ‘Well a guy will see you in that dress and think, you know, well ….’

She turns to face you, suppressing a grin. ‘No darling I just do not know. What will he think?’

You swallow, look down at the carpet. ‘You know what his reputation is like.’

She giggles. ‘Oh honey I don’t think it can really be nine and a half inches. the other girls just tell those stories don’t they?’

You are stumped. back at college you saw him in the showers on sports days and know he is the most blessed guy in that department you have ever seen.

Turning back to the mirror she checks her hair, turning this way then that.

Flustered, you squeak, ‘No I mean. His reputation for …. I knew him at college. He thinks nothing of screwing any girl he likes. Really!’

She puts her fingers carefully to her lips so as not to smudge the lipstick. ‘Oh my. You mean a real wolf?’

Suddenly his car squeals to a noisy halt outside the house.

You swallow. ‘Please darling. I love you.’

She puts her palm to your face, her huge eyes filling your senses. ‘And I love you dear. But with you being such a naughty little maid lately I have to keep you locked up for at least another three weeks.’

‘But please my love I …’

‘I know you are sorry darling. I can see the tears forming. But your wife has needs and with my sissy all locked up for his own good in his tiny chastity belt what am I supposed to do?’

She is picking up her bag. heading for the door.

‘If you let me out I will satisfy you, and do the ironing more ccarefully. I promise. And clean the bathroom twice a day and …’

‘I want you in bed by seven thirty tonight dear. Send me a picture showing you in your pink nightie tucked up in bed. I won’t show it to Byron. Honestly.’

She giggles as the door slams shut.

In your short maid’s uniform you carefully peer around the curtains. The Mercedes seems huge in the street, somehow matching the reputation for his manhood. He is a big guy, six four bouncing around the car to open the door for her. Then as his hand pats your wife’s gorgeous ass, as if he owns it, your little dick protests in its confinement.

Then they are gone and it is quiet again.

You only have half hour before you should be in bed and you still haven’t emptied the dishwasher. But you all ready know your tummy will be turning with thoughts of what she might do. This will be the longest night of your life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Blair is not one for taking the initiative in sex games and has always felt her knees weaken when guys take control. I guess that was how she used to see me when I was setting up on my own all those years ago.

So her idea of femdom was to simply lay there, eyes closed whilst I did what I could with my fingers and tongue.

For a while it was a sort of messy waste of time, and she would whisper, ‘faster’ or ‘higher.’ Finally after a gruelling twenty minutes when my tongue was aching I felt her pulsate and her thighs wound around me head. She grunted words which became less easy to decipher until finally her pelvis froze and then all hell broke loose around my ears.

She held me so tight I couldn’t lick or finger her before sliding beneath the sheet and dismissing me with a flap of her wrist. I made to crawl into the bed next to her but her arm tightly held the sheet down.

“No. Your own bed. Go.”

I kissed her cheek. “Yes darling. Was that ok?”

“Yes, yes. Thank you,” she said dreamily. “I am sure you will improve with practice.”

With practice! I had just spent all that time satisfying her and all I get is an ‘it will improve with practice.’

So as you can imagine that night I returned to my bedroom feeling very upset. I was so tired I fell into bed cursing her. Once this damned chastity belt was off I would sort out the situation in this house.

In the early hours I awoke desperate craving to cum. My dick had hardened painfully inside the cage and my all at sea brain had some mad idea I could make it cum and gain satisfaction.

I humped the pillow until I felt it spurt but remained on as high a submissive, sexually frustrated plateau as before. Even worse, maybe.

This was infuriating I told myself but nothing could be done until she brought back the key. While the CB6000 was locked on my dick then my brain seemed too passive to think straight.

In the morning I tried to be helpful, seeking to remain Blair’s good side. She was sweet enough, telling me she could do everything and that I should go and watch the news as usual.

Chloe giggled when I bought her toast. “Aw dad! Look mum, daddy’s doing breakfast.”

My wife simply told her to hurry up.

It left me feeling sort of vacant and helpless. I wanted to make a contribution but didn’t know what. I was grateful when Blair told me to go upstairs to collect her bag.

On returning I found Blair hurriedly ushering Chloe into the hall calling back to me. “Make some headway into that Singapore contract dear. You said you would.”

“Yes darling,” I replied eagerly.

I saw them off and once they disappeared passed the hedgerows I raced up to my room. As I have said there are some really sexy lingerie items I bought leading up to Christmas, an early present for me. One I felt I deserved following my success in selling my company. I had a compulsion to try on this one piece body shaper stat I hadn’t even opened. I thought with shaping tights beneath it then it would give me an electric, erotic charge.

With a pair of heels, my favourite wig and light makeup I went downstairs.

I was desperate to catch up on my favourite web sites but knew that I had to find a way around ‘Keylogger for Kids.’ The last thing I wanted was for Blair to catch me out as she had done so easily yesterday. To be honest I am not exactly a wiz at computers but can usually find my way around. I knew I could get into safe mode and work from there.

So then the shocks started.

I hadn’t grasped by how much my life would change, even the previous evening when I spent all that time bringing Blair to orgasm before being dismissed like the home help.

What I saw in my downstairs office had me gawping.

On sticky note pressed on to the screen was a simple memo: “Your new user name and password.”

New user name? What the hell was she doing? I can recall being so shocked I had to sit down and re read the note. Worse, the user name was ‘littleboy’ and the password was ‘mummys_little_helper’

I could tell straight away she had learnt this idea from that odd ball friend of hers. The one who kept her husband locked up in a chastity belt but also was made him wear children’s pyjamas.

This was not my fetish!

I booted the screen to see two logons. One was marked administrator. So the first thing I did was to fill out that one. Yep you guessed it. It would not accept my old password.

So I then tried to fill in the blank one with my old username and password. Nothing. It span back to the same opening page offering the administrator and normal login.

What was she doing letting Jerry tamper with my work computer?

Feeling angry and defeated I put in the ‘littleboy’ username followed by the humbling ‘mummy’s little helper.’

Looking back I now it actually gave me a thrill. For once in my life I was actually forced into a humiliating act. There wasn’t any choice or planning here. I was following someone else’s’ strategy. So the emotions were conflicting, like atoms banging around in a shell. There was a thrill, aided by the damned chastity belt but at the same time I hated being controlled by someone else.

Then the screen flashed up and I actually gasped out loud. It was a sky blue scene with unicorns and childlike figures on it. Worse, as it launched there was a pretty little tinkle of bells.

Whereas my work display had been cluttered with every icon imaginable this screen was now totally clear. There wasn’t even the recycle bin or ‘my computer’. Nothing.

The only icon along the bottom bar was on the right near the clock it read Team Viewer in blue. As it was the only program open to me I clicked it to see a blue box labelled ‘remote control computer not on line’. I right clicked it but wasn’t offered anything. It offered me only the cross so I pressed that and it simply reduced the program to the task bar. I could launch it but not do anything with it then I could minimise it again.

I pressed the START and all that appeared was ‘Word’, ‘Excel,’ ‘Internet Explorer’ and ‘Jordan’s Documents’.

How could I reach the hidden folders with my favourite stories and pictures? I had spent years collecting and hiding them.

I opened Jordan’s Documents to see two folders, ‘work’ and ‘home’. In ‘work’ all my work files resided but nothing else. There was nothing at all in the home folder.

I right clicked everywhere but nothing came up.

Standing up to stamp around the room I just simply just over. I had forgotten I was wearing five inch stiletto heels.

You can probably imagine by then how much my head was spinning. Had she shown Jerry all this? She was stupid enough to. She loved playing the bimbo even though she was in fact pretty smart.

This was all going too far.

I went upstairs to try and play with myself on the bed. I felt, quite rightly as I was to learn later, that if I could cum properly then I could clear my head. But even dressed as I was I couldn’t achieve anything.

I knelt on the floor before the mirror in my new lingerie and wig cursing my lunatic wife for this mess. Even though I was saying to myself there would be an unholy row when she came home I guess deep down I knew I was still going to have to behave when she returned in order to win her over.

So by eleven o’clock, rather than being at the height of some bondage game or playing online whilst dressed I had actually showered and redressed in my guy clothes.

My hand was shaking when I took a long draught of cool water in the kitchen.

Then the idea hit me. I knew enough about computers and Windows to know that all I had to do was use control-alt delete to reboot the computer to Safe Mode. Maybe from Safe Mode I could sort things out.

It felt like a complete reprieve. An escape hatch for a trapped rabbit.

I was actually smiling as I sat before the computer ready to push the required buttons. For the first time in days I was about to get one over my foolish wife and start getting my life back.

I pressed the famous three buttons all at once and …. nothing. I pressed them again. Nothing.

When I say nothing I just heard a single bell tolling as if indicating I was doing something wrong. I was going to get used to those infantile sounds over the coming weeks but right then it all seemed temporary. A mistake.

Finally I started Internet Explorer. I could use that to download Chrome or Firefox and create secret browsers. But first I was aching to get onto my various online sites like Deborah Ford’s the Hotel see what was new.

I think you have guessed it. For some reason I hadn’t predicated it.

A sky blue and white screen flashed up with the logo: ‘Cyber Mummy Safety.’ Below it read: ‘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.’

It came up with the same kiddy sounding bell.

Infuriating. Just as a test I entered the words ‘sexy girl short skirts’ into the search browser and was offered a series of hits with most washed out. Over the washed out ones were a similar warning restriction to the Cyber Mummy Safety logo above. I wouldn’t be able to access them until someone reset my age restriction.

Then the phone rang.

I lifted the receiver in a daze. “Yeh?”

“Naughty boy.”

“Eh? Oh! Blair. Look, love, this is crazy. I cannot access anything on my computer…”

“You can do all you need to do right now. If you need any more then let me know. I can add programs from here.”

“First I need to get online and … what do you mean you can add programs from there?”

“Well Jerry is no woman’s idea of a good time but he knows all the geeky stuff. I told him how we were having young kids staying with us so all the computers had to be made out of bounds to kids. Unless of course they have the right password. Say, like me and Chloe.”

Chloe! My own daughter can access the internet and I cannot? I sounded a friendly laugh. “Very funny darling. Yes. So if you could just, you know, just sort this out.”

“Apparently what Jerry has done is unbreakable without the passcodes. Clever huh? If you cannot logon as,” she giggled, “an adult then you stay in toy town with the other children.”

My head was bowed and my brain screaming. I had to maintain a grip so could I explain to her, as patiently as I could: “Look Blair, I know what you are doing. But fetishes are different for different people. Different strokes for different folks. This friend of yours and her husband may live in a sort of B.D.S.M. world but dressing as a kid doesn’t do anything for me.”

I can recall the silence that followed as if it were yesterday. Even then I had started to fear her. She seemed to have all the cards and the best I could hope for was to be a recipient of her good will.

“Let us both understand something very clearly young man.” She had lowered her voice, sounding very irritated with me. “This is not one of your pervy games. Yuk to that. This is me knowing that you are both working and not lying to me. No deceit, remember? So you sit there like a good boy and sort out your contract. Because I am sick of your excuses for not finishing it.”

“Blair love, I get it, I really do but we need to talk this through.” I felt tears sting my eyes. “Please Blair come home lunch time. I hate this. It is terrible.”

I actually heard her swallow so I know she was affected by my misery. Then she cleared her throat. “Jordan you do as you are told and we will see tonight. Ok?”

“Yes Blair.”

“I seem to recall I warned you about calling me by first name. Do you remember Jordan?”

Suddenly I was no longer on the verge of crumbling into tears. I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. I guess it was inevitable least that’s how I view it now. But I wish I could have controlled myself. If only we can go back.

So suddenly I was shouting down the phone like a mad man.

“Blair! You have taken leave of your senses. I am not into this at all. It is all mad. I think you are growing crazy. I am just not into this. You cannot just keep me locked up like this and,” I swallowed, despising myself for admitting what she had done, “taking away my computer access.”

I was about to threaten her with the police, but knew before the words emerged that I wouldn’t dare involve them. How belittling that would be, to admit I had been locked up in a chastity belt and denied access to adult services by my wife.

My head was thumping like an engine when I finished.

The line was dead for a long moment before she spoke quietly. “You in front of your computer right now?”

“Erm, yes.”

“Ok don’t touch the mouse thingee or the keyboard.”

“Ok.” Was she about to reset it so that I could use it again?

The TeamViewer box down on the taskbar jumped into life and announced: connected to remote control computer.

My heart leaped into my mouth as the mouse arrow danced around my screen. It hit START and then SWITCH USER.

At that moment watching someone else control my computer was one of the sexiest, most submissive things I have seen. Like being spoon fed but not having any say in it.

My computer was controlled by another person who was not even in the same town.

The screen reverted to the front end log on screen with the administrator box.

“What you doing darling?” I was careful not to use her Christian name.

“Watch and learn little boy. Remember no touching!” She giggled at that line making me feel even more helpless.

“Yes, yes, all right darling.”

She filled in the user name with ‘Miss Sterling.’ That was her maiden name which made me feel aggrieved.

In the password box I watched a string of asterisk appear.

The screen flashed, turned the familiar deep blue of Windows 7 rather than the child like sky blue of my screen and the customary windows opening theme sounded. Far more reassuring than my jingling bells opening.

This time the screen was flush with the expected Microsoft icons. It looked like a Desktop display of a fairly new computer with just a few icons.

She launched the internet browser and went straight out to Amazon. There she used my user name of Jordan Connelly with my password to enter the site. I had long ago shared my passwords with her. Hence my computer was now hers. I vowed not to make that mistake in the future. And true to my vow I haven’t, because since that time I have never been allowed to have my own passwords.

She entered into the Amazon search window: ‘children’s pyjamas for adults.’

I was mesmerised as a host of various items came into view. Mostly with young kids wearing animal Onsies and the like. She then added ‘bunny’ to the display and a fresh set of pictures revealed bunny rabbit outfits for kid’s bed times.

“No,” I said into the phone. “Please, darling. This isn’t my fetish. I am more into girly stuff.”

“Be quiet little boy, you are putting me off. Ah this one.”

I saw her tap on a pink Onsie bunny outfit and panicked. “No please. Stop. This isn’t my thing at all. I …”

I had automatically grabbed the mouse and was desperately rolling it around looking to hit the cross in the top right hand corner of the window. My hand was shaking too much. Suddenly I could no longer move the mouse. Had I pulled its lead out?

A small box flashed along the top of the screen. “Teamviewer keyboard and mouse input disabled.”

I knocked my chair over as I stood up, still with the phone gripped hard in my hand.

Once again I watched her using my screen but this time I was totally helplessly as the mouse wavered over the order button. It chose size: height 170 cm and was added to the basket. Being short was always an advantage in buying girls clothes but right now it meant she could have bought me virtually any large size in children’s wear.

“Darling?” I was so dry throated my voice was hoarse. I tried to speak more clearly: “Darling.”

“Busy, honey kins. Just give me a moment.”

Pink adult bunny slippers appeared in the place of the bunny Onsie pyjamas. They were heated! I slumped into my chair as they were added to the basket just before express delivery was selected and the order sent.

“Honey? Honey? Little boy?”

“I er, I , I …”

“My friend said it would be like this at the beginning. Apparently I have to be firm with you else you will think it is just a game. Worse she warned you will think it is your game. Your little game to be played by your rules. So have you learnt anything my little bunchkins?”

“I, darling, I just ….”

“I know. You are speechless. So why not get that contract sorted so I can look at it when I get home. Yes?”

Before I could answer I saw my computer screen flashing and in seconds it was back to the logon screen.

“You know what to enter don’t you sweetcheeks?”

“We need to talk really. I just cannot get my mind around this at all.”

“Don’t you worry your little head about anything. Just think about what happened last night and how you intend to improve upon your performance. Ok?”

“Yes darling, of course.”

Then she was gone and I was left staring at the twin logons, one for Blair as administrator and one for me as a user. I recall staring at the screen for a long time before logging back in with the ‘littleboy’ username followed by the excruciating ‘mummy’s little helper.’

The bells tinkled and fresh infantile screen flashed up win primary colours.

 

Blair came home after six looking oddly at ease with herself. I knew the moment I saw her that I was going to be let off the hook. That was how wrong I was. I had been in the chastity belt for almost a day and a half so was desperate for release.

“Love I …”

She twisted around on her heels in the hallway. “Take off my coat.”

Pulling it gently from her shoulders I didn’t realise right then how quickly I had obeyed her. I am not sure I had even taken off her coat before.

“Hang it up. Neatly!”

“Yes of course.”

I hung it up in the cupboard under the stairs neatly placing it between her other coats.

“Love I …”

“Now you be a good boy and go and make us some dinner. Ok? I have arranged for Chloe to finish her homework at Sams. Give us a chance to have a quiet little chat over something nice. One of your pasta dishes maybe?”

I followed her into the sitting room as she took out her new Tablet. She simply stopped and smiled at me. “I thought you had your instructions?”

“Well …I was. I thought maybe we could chat about …”

“Over dinner. Remember? I just told you. Do you need to have an instruction repeated like the office bimbo?”

Yep. She had said Office bimbo, just like that. Sort of offhand, with her eyebrows raised and a playful smile on her face.

Of course I didn’t know how to take it so I can recall jumping to attention and leaving her to her small computer.

I laid up the table in the dining room rather than kitchen diner as she liked special occasion meals. I opened a bottle of her favourite chardonnay, ( Puligny-Montrachet Premier Cru ‘Le Cailleret’ 2010 Domaine de Montille) at around £110 per bottle, before producing a simple starter of Mozzarella cheese with a light salad dressed covered in hazelnut oil.

It was when preparing it that I heard the front door close.

Thinking Cloe had returned earlier than expected I went out to greet her only to find Blair with a guy I had never seen before. If you think I am getting to the cuckold sissy husband fantasy being realised you are mistaken. I could see that immediately. He was pretty tall, unshaven but in an ill kempt way, not like some sexy film star. In fact his clothes were a dishelved reddish teeshirt over jeans. He was overweight and somewhat gawky. Definitely not Blair’s idea of a guy.

“Everything’s fine darling.” Blair said with a sweet smile. “Jerry is just here to help me out for a bit. Aren’t you Jerry?”

Jerry seemed slow and scratched his gut. “Yes Mister Connolly.”

He seemed a little shy as if he had spoken way too much and looked to Blair for assurance.

She patted his arm. “So darling. I need an hour?” She looked up at Jerry for confirmation.

“Oh yeh. Well. I dunno. Yeh. An hour. Sounds good.”

Then she smiled at me.

When I returned to the kitchen I stood next to the sink thinking through what had just happened. My wife had dismissed me in front of some young guest and I had made no attempt to push her on what was happening in my own home.

I recall how I rubbed at my groin. Just how passive could a guy get wearing one of these damn chastity belts?

It was actually an hour and a half later when he left. Blair had told me to delay dinner as it was all a bit complicated and jerry needed more time. I hate to say it but I didn’t even ask her what was a bit complicated. I desperately needed her to unlock me and that was all that mattered, the entire planet in my orbit was about getting released.

So we sat down at dinner and I want you to know how much I had pushed out the boat. Candles were lit, the best table cloth unearthed and laid out. The Chardonnay in a cooler bucket and me wafting around like a worried waiter.

“Tell me about your day darling,” she said as she cut a slice of the Batard loaf and smeared it with butter before running it through the oils in the salad.

I swallowed feeling nervous. Of course I had spent most of the day dressed as a girl, reading porn and unable to make myself cum. The more aroused I became the more porn I watched or read. The more I watched the more I became aroused. I had tried my favourite self-bondage positions whilst rubbing hard at the bed but, of course to no avail. But I simply told Blair about the Singapore Container contract. “Wow its getting messy you know.”

Even now I can see her looking so sexy in her blouse and short skirt, her head lolling to her shoulder with her blond sexy hair falling down over face. She seemed to be absorbed until she burst out laughing.

“Darling?” I asked. It now seemed natural to refer to her constantly as ‘darling’.

 

“You take the biscuit, you do.”

“I er, well, why is that?”

Carefully slicing the mozzarella cheese she thought through her next statement. “Well darling. Suppose I know that you haven’t been working on your overseas contract today? Eh?”

At that point I was still reasonably calm. Just a little put out at her accusation. “Oh?”

She chewed for a moment before taking a sip of the ludicrously priced wine. “Mmmm. Gorgeous. Yes darling,” she was now empathising the word darling, though she was quite calm and as far I could tell in very good spirits. “Yes. Oh, do you remember us getting Keylogger For Kids? A couple of years back when Cloe started using Facebook every night?”

Nodding I replied, “Of course. Yes. For Chloe …” I think I stopped talking as I realised what she had done. “Blair?”

Nodding, her eyes grew narrow with amused mischief. “Uh-huh. So whilst you were busy with your business contract I guess some burglar broke in here. He then took over your computer and you know what?”

My mouth had grown dry. I knew I should have been shouting at her for breaking my privacy but the damned CB6000 had a grip on my senses.

“You don’t? Well,” she smirked girlishly. “He went out on the internet to look for lingerie. Sexy but constrictive.”

I think I groaned, feeling a little feint.

“Then he logged onto those pervy groups for men seeking dom partners. What else was there? Deborah something or others Hotel site? Yes?”

“Yes Deborah Ford.”

“Ah yes. And ‘A submissive Sissy?” She giggled. “What a title eh? And those Yahoo groups …”

“Please Blair, please I …”

“Yes dear?”

It was then I tried my fight back. Without confidence I said, “you shouldn’t put software like that on my computer. Its private and …”

“You had us put it on Chloe’s didn’t you? Eh? And it was me who insisted on you taking it off.”

I nodded, feeling ashamed. “Well you have to be careful. There are these weird guys around …”

She laughed, putting a napkin over her mouth. “Are there?” She finally said. “Are there really? Weird guys? Maybe those who go around the house all day in women’s underwear.”

I was close to tears. “Darling please. I am sorry.” I even told her I wouldn’t do it again and at that point I truly meant it.

“Perhaps I can arrange that, “ she said before continuing to eat.

I wanted to know what meant but dared not say anything.

“Why don’t you sip your wine for a few minutes while we wait for the main course? You can ask me how my day was.”

“Yes darling. My mouth was so dry that the glass even clung to my lips when I tried to drink from it. “Well, dear how was your day?”

Pushing her empty glass towards me I immediately got the message and filled it up. Once she had taken a gulp from the refreshed glass she said, “Well. Let me see. First of all a hunk came in a and ravished me. This was when you were reading your stories this morning I believe.”

Being in total shock it was a moment before I realised she was joking. Using the subject matter of the ‘hot wife’ in the stories I read.

“So then two hunks came in and ravished me while I told them about my sissy husband. That’s the term isn’t it? ‘Sissy husband’?”

“Well I guess some people …”

“Uh-huh. By then I was so exhausted from all the fucking that I had to go out for lunch.”

Oddly even her mickey taking story of cuckoldry turned me on. I knew it was to indulge her and forced a quiet laugh. “So you have read them,” I ventured trying to take back control of the conversation.

“Not really. A bit way too out there for me. But it helped the day pass quickly enough. Watching you at work, so to speak.” She used her fingers to put bunny ears around the ‘ at work’ words.

“You don’t seem to mind,” I offered, though I must have realised I was clutching at straws.

“Mind? Mind?” She repeated. “Now that is interesting. Do I mind? Why not clear the plates like a good boy and fetch me my dinner and then I will tell you.”

I was so aroused my head was swirling. My fettuccine pasta with chicken in white sauce was laid onto very hot plates before being served to her. She hated luke warm meals.

“Thank you darling. But oh no.” She squealed like a little girl. “Look.” She raised the white wine bottle. She had actually drunk it all! I think I might have had about one glass, maybe a little more. She was clearly already drunk.

“Yes, yes. The same again?”

“Why not. Good boy. You might be allowed to stay up late tonight.”

Once again her words haunted me after I left the kitchen. I opened the second bottle hearing her say, “you might be allowed to stay up late tonight,” with a naughty school girl look in her eyes.

At that moment I didn’t have a clue what was happening and couldn’t bring myself to ask.

So during the main course she hiccupped, laughed like a teenager and said “so sissy what’s it like in your chastity beltee sorta think a majig?”

Though I knew she was teasing I felt it wise to answer honestly. “It doesn’t hurt now.”

“No. So I hear. So my little boy was lying when he said it pinched him? Wanted me to rush home from my work to free his little dickee.”

“I, no, I. Well. Yes. It can catch. And it can be painful. I had learnt to wear the smallest fitting at the top which stops it pinching so much.”

“Swirling her wine around before her now glassy eyes she said, “but my friend tells me that once it is fitted properly then it will be fine.” Her grin was as wide as I had ever seen it. “You could even be kept in it forever.”

She laughed at my shock.

“Darling. Who is this lady?”

Drunkenly she tutted before waving a finger at me. “Naughty, naughty. You wouldn’t want her to know you wear one? Would you? Eh? With your wife holding all the keys?”

“No.”

She tapped her nose. “So mum’s the word. All secret, secret, secret.” She sat up straight as if trying to be sensible while drunk. “So you have been locked in it for over a day and you notice anything?”

“Very frustrated darling. Really need it off now.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Yes. But notice anything else?”

Trying to find another quality I felt lost. What more could you say than frustrating?

“I mean, “ she said examining my reaction. “Doesn’t it make you more passive? Less like a forceful little prat? Hmmm?”

“Well yes, I guess it does.”

“Uh huh. Yeh. So I hear. Amusing eh?”

“I don’t know why it happens but …”

“Oh of course you don’t. You are the only guy I know who doesn’t know anything works. The only man I know who doesn’t know how to fix a car. You are the only guy I know who doesn’t know anything about computers. You are the only guy I know who doesn’t fix anything in fact. We always have a guy in to do that.” She toyed with the following words. “I mean a real man in the house to do real man’s work. Don’t we?”

“Blair, look I think you are going a little too far now.”

Slapping her fingers over mouth she exclaimed a theatrical, “Oh no! You don’t say.”

Closing my eyes I just swallowed. I sat there feeling more helpless than ever before. Blair wasn’t being nasty, it was just that she controlled the conversation and the direction in which it went.

“So,” she mused, “the more you are in that thingee the more passive you get, yes?”

“I have said.” I dare not show any irritation.

“Uh huh. And you cannot get it off?”

“You know that. I told you.”

“I guess not being a do it yourself type of guy you wouldn’t be able to use any tools to escape it.”

“It isn’t that Blair. Honestly.”

“Dear. I like it when you refer to me as darling or dear. Let us say my first name is out of bounds right now.”

I recall how I just stared at her until her drunken smile seemed to take away the shock of what she had said. Of course I didn’t know at that time if she was joking or not, but felt it wise to play along until she freed me. “Yes ok.”

She giggled and held her finger behind her ear as if to say: speak louder.

“I said yes darling.”

“Good. So you cannot cut it off?”

“Well it’s not just me who can’t. No one can. It is too tight around the penis. Really it is.”

“Ok honey, just relax. The important point is that you cannot release it nor can you cut it off. Good. And the lock is made by Master so cannot be broken, and is nigh on impossible to pick.”

“I told you. They even shoot at it in one advert.”

Draining her glass she pushed it towards me. I knew what to do and immediately refilled it. It is rare for Blair to drink this much at home.

“Please darling can we now take it off?”

Seeing my embarrassment she appeared to take pity and me and said softly, “Well first I have a few changes to make around here.”

At that point I was shocked. Apart from choosing the house we lived in I think I had made all the decisions in our lives. But all I reasoned at that point was that I needed to get the chastity belt unlocked. After that everything could be discussed.

“What sort of changes darling?”

“Well,” she stretched out the ‘well’ and flushing with discomfit. “It seems to me that I have been getting the short deal around here. Whilst you spend all day online looking at your pervy stuff and then playing with yourself I am in work.”

“You like work. You said so.”

“Oh sure, she flapped a drunken hand at me. “I like the hustle and bustle and being with people. The guys can be a bit Neanderthal but that’s quite exciting too, once you get used to it. Anyways …”

That was the first time she had referred to the guys in the office as anything other than pain in the arses.

“Anyways,” she continued, “and you never have anything for me. So from now on that’s what you will do. You will be released to only to service me.”

I think my jaw must have hung down like a real dope because she simply giggled at my appearence. “My friend tells me that her husband is always ready for her. He spends all week locked up and keeps her happy on weekends. Good uh?”

“Who is it? I mean how did you meet …”

“Oh it was girl talk until she started bragging about her guy. I think the other girls thought it crazy as they like their guys to be in charge. Most women do. But we all thought it a real hoot. But I knew about what you get up to so I guess I just thought this could suit me too.”

“But she leaves him with a key surely?”

She laughed. “No. Dolt! Haven’t you been listening? No. He has to put on kiddies pyjamas with bunnies and rabbits every night at seven and then gets sent to bed whenever my friend desires.” Her eyes narrowed over her glass. “Keeps him on his toes apparently.”

I swallowed. I of course have always indulged in humiliating fantasies but the thought of standing in childish pyjamas at seven o’clock waiting to be sent to bed by one’s wife in real life felt sickening.

“Not really my thing darling.” I tried a brave smile.

“Well, we all know about your thing. And I do not like it. Mincing around here in your frillies. Anyways you need to keep listening.”

She hadn’t finished!

“No more lies.” She was now more serious, angry even. Her eyes flashing. “That has to end. I have heard enough to last me a life time. You will not be able to lie to me again. Got that?”

With all my heart I said, “Yes darling. Totally agree. I hated lying to you …”

“Enough. Stop. No more lies. I have said. That means more to me than the sex to be honest. I am just not going to look like a fool again.” She softened with a grin playing on her kissable lips. “From now on it will be your turn.”

“My turn?”

With that she stood up, staggered a little on her heels and giggled. “Right you. Upstairs right now! Little boy! Sort the table and kitchen out in the morning.”

“Yes darling. Right. Shouldn’t you release me now so I can shower before we …”

“Yuk no. That stays on. I haven’t worked out what I will do when I take it off. You, being you, are too damned awkward to let me put it back on. That is my power. So it stays on until tomorrow night.”
“But I thought I was going to, you know.” Blair hated dirty words so I was looking for a pleasant euphemism. “You know, going to pleasure you.”

She giggled. “You got it. I just trust your tongue is in fine fettle.” She laughed at the use of the words ‘fine fettle.’

We started up the stairs with my mind in turmoil and Blair leaning against me for support.

“Of course,” she whispered, licking erotically at my ear. “If your tongue feels a bit lazy there is my Rabbit in my bedroom. You can run and fetch that. I have bought new batteries for it. You will be very busy until Chloe comes home.”

Oddly I was looking forward to some femdom in the bedroom though Blair was not to turn out to be one hundred percent dominant on that first night. She was still feeling her way.

But the real shock was the following morning when I discovered what Jerry had done in my office the previous evening.

For Whom The Collar Bell Tolls

 

Originally published on the internet some years ago it has now had the dust been blown off it, been updated, re written and vastly improved – well re written anyways.

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For Whom the Collar Bell Tolls is a chilling tale that will alarm delicate sissies everywhere.

As clever as Terrance knows he is, he nevertheless accidentally locks himself inside a maid’s outfit. His sexy attire consists of constricting corset, chastity cage, sky high heels and, worse, (please sit down before you read this), a collar with a tinkling bell securely fastened around his neck.

He could think more clearly if his arousal wasn’t bringing to life Terri, his slutty, girly alter ego. If it wasn’t for the confounding chastity belt he could ‘lighten his load’ and rid himself of his sexual tension.

Terri would delight in phoning hunky firemen to help her escape except Terrance is chewing on a ball gag locked about his head so can only make muffled pleas to anyone who finds him. Obviously he could text his wife and make up some story about what has happened … except his hands are cuffed tightly behind his back.

His appalling, humiliating plight descends into hell as his wife brings home her insatiable, lusty lover with a penchant for sadism.

Even the slightest of movements will set off the ringing bell

And this is only the first chapter!

Warning: sissies should have a good supply of smelling salts before reading this.

 

Warning : Please do not read if you are of a nervous disposition.

 

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Warning:    all nervous sissies should ensure they are sitting down when reading these distressing tales of cuckolding and chastity with sexy, but often, dominant wives. Stories sometimes include the bullying, macho lovers of their wives. Please always gain permission from your owner before downloading any of the books. The Hotel accepts no responsibility whatsoever for any sissy feinting, seeking the help of qualified therapists or discovering that their master or mistress has learnt new tricks to subjugate their pet. The books are purchased at the buyers risk. No responsibility will be held for any life changing events that occur following the reading; this to include the discovery of new fetishes or the awakening of hitherto hidden desires. Our lawyers Sue ‘Em and B. Damned will not accept any liability but will offer a handkerchief for distressed sissy maids who now find themselves trapped in service.

Just to warn you. Even if you have asked nicely to be well secured, so that you don’t slut around performing for the camera like some tramps we have shown (education lesson number 115), you still may still be teased by your owner.

 

 

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Lovely to see a well behaved Bunny finish this education series for easter

How to ensure you behave and get a treat and not punishment.

 

Ask your owner nicely if they will secure your wrists and ankles so that you won’t be able to seek out the Easter eggs until told.

Of course there is no need to behave like a complete slut when someone with a camera discovers you but at least this sissy earned her treats

 

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But cute Easter Bunnies get treats if they behave

 

I know many of you were shocked at the revelations of the fate awaiting naughty bunnies in the previous post (Educational lesson number 112) so just to calm you all down here is what happens to good, well behaved bunnies.

 

 

 

 

 

So which Bunny would you prefer to be, the bratty, naughty one from the earlier series or the well behaved one show here?

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Even cute Easter Bunnies get punished if naughty

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For reasons best known to Worpress my story board ends up reversed when ever I upload. It looks fine to me in the edit page but is the wrong way around when viewed online.

 

Sorry … so please read the wrong way round, I mean from bottom to top, sort of? yeh?

 

Please don’t sack me, it’s not my fault.

Anyways, here is it is, just all wrong …

 

It is a common fallacy for a real brat of a sissy to believe looking cute will ensure evading all punishments. They feel, oh so wrongly, that batting their big blue eyes, playing with their hair whilst wearing a drop dead sexy outfit will over come the wrath of any Master or Mistress.

Advice brought to you by The Hotel.