Austin and Riley Part 4

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When Riley was flustered, the panic spread to her sissy, husband maid, Austin.

She was stood before the full length mirror, with the fifth dress she had tried in a matter of thirty minutes. It was strappy, red, and clung to her like cellophane, reaching little past her wonderfully rounded arse.

Turning one way then the other she wrinkled her nose.

“Maid, is it too slutty for him?”

“Well, I’d say so, Mistress. The two black ones come down close to the knee and …”

“Oh yeh, yeh, yeh. Making me look like I’m going to the office.” She stopped twirling around and giggles. “At least with this one, he knows what he’s getting!”

Austin folded his bare arms beneath his false boobs in his maid’s outfit, “I’ve told you what he’s like. It will be like waving a piece of meat in front of a hungry lion.”

Laughing she said, “Then you’ve decided for me. Red it is. And I am about to be fed to a lion! Fetch my wrap. I’ll make a move.”

“Mistress?” Worry washed over his face. “I thought I’d get changed and come with you. That’s how we usually do it.”

Looking away from her reflection at the floor she said, “Well, I thought you could make a start on the laundry.”

Her eyes widened with mischief as she watched him grow more sorrowful.

Laughing, she embraced her very own maid. “Silly maid. Your Master Jack always said you wasted too much time thinking. Well, ex- master Jack.” She kissed his cheek. “Now you be a good girl and I’ll call you if there is a problem.”

As she released him, he turned reluctantly to the wardrobe to fetch the long, black wrap she liked.

“Mistress? May I ask … I mean, how was he? When you messaged each other?”

Seeming surprised by the question she cast back her mind, “Well, he is certainly forceful. Maybe a bit too blunt. But he is witty.” She lowered her voice as if indulging in a conspiracy, “Which was really hot. We did audio and then video chat.”

“Video? Mistress. You didn’t tell me!”

Nor did she say that Corbin, her hubbie’s former school bully, had her playing with herself on screen. Behaving like a total mindless slut and loving it.

“Well, I just did, maid. Deal with it. I’m going. You have your chores.”

Aw. He just looked so helpless and pathetic that she embraced him hard, the way a mother might a despondent child.

Kissing him on his nose she said, “Now you be a good maid and I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”

Then, she was a girl in as much of hurry as her heels would allow, as she made her way down the stairs and outside.

Austin turned off the light and went to the bedroom window overlooking the front drive. She climbed into her Mercedes sports car and checked her face in the rear view mirror, before driving down the gravelled drive towards the street. Here, the outer gates electronically opened and then, just moments later she was gone.

He listened to the guttural exhaust sound disappear into the night and until he felt a shiver of loneliness.

This is the worst point for a subbie cuck. He is stuck, alone in the house whilst his wife is setting off on an adventure with a masculine male. The events of her time with the man will remain in ignorance of until her return.

Even then she will only share what she wishes to share and nothing more.

It is a feeling of gut wrenching powerlessness and weakness.

He hated laundry at the best of times. Like all male maids, he thought being a maid was wandering around looking cute and obeying his superiors and enduring the occasional spanking. But chores were so called because they were chores. Worse they were relentless.

Now he was going to spend his time in the noisy utility room, unable to watch tv or see porn on his PC.

He caught sight of himself in the full length mirror and, like his wife moments before, turned one way then the other, to catch sight his short flared skirt whirl around him. God, it turned him on!

Now I am sure you do not want to spend any more time sharing the maid’s experiences of mindless drudgery with domestic tasks. So, while Austin takes care to separate the whites from colours, before checking the garments labels for washing machine temperature settings, and finally into groups of wools, and silks, we leap to the city centre and the Chillin’ Club.

Riley loved being sexy and the centre of male attention. She even revelled in the danger of being alone in a club dressed like a tramp, surrounded by jealous bitchy women and lusting guys. Elegant, but a dress as clingy and short as this, with heels as tall as the ones she wore, signalled tramp.

At the same time as the excitement made her skin tingle, so she felt dreadfully nervous and self conscious at how she looked. She couldn’t get aroused until she had a few drinks and calmed down.

So as she stood in the club’s foyer, fully aware of guys taking in every inch of her legs and body as she became ever more nervous about her meet.

This would be the first meet without Austin. They always vetted the Bulls together, which made her feel safe but also let her get an early insight into the Bull’s behaviour with her husband. If the Bull kowtowed to her husband’s guidance then she struck a mental line through the guy’s name. A psychological swipe right on the Venus Wives for Fun site in her mind.

On the other hand, if a prospective Bull took control, especially in a relaxed, easy confident manner, then she’d want to know more about him.

But this lunch time, she’d have to make judgements on her own.

“Hey!”

She gasped. He was big, just over six foot tall. But it wasn’t his height, he was thick set in a fit athletic, animal way. It gave him a commanding presence she adored in men.

He was more Caribbean than African black with an easy, smiling charm that immediately made her legs feel like lengths of spaghetti, ready to fold at any moment.

She loved his suit, needing to place her palm on it to feel its smoothness. He reeked class and assurance.

“Oh, hi,” she said, as if surprised to see him. She closed her eyes at her dumb reaction. What would he think of her?

“Let’s go and sit,” he said, placing a large hand on her arm and guiding to her the restaurant entrance, the opposite side of the foyer.

“Hey, my man,” he grinned to the Matre’d who appeared delighted to see him.

Corbin, was composed and in full control of all about him.

Relaxing, allowing herself to be led, Riley felt a warm dampness between her legs.

Austin’s former bully was a catch!

So at a table made private by being set in a corner, surrounded by planters, with wine flowing easily, Riley felt deeply at ease with this masculine, authoritative guy.

Over dinner he asked pertinent questions without ever seeming impertinent.

“Your husband okay with all this?”

“Oh yes, he loves it too.” In case Cobin had the wrong idea, she added quickly, “We both do. Love it.” Aargh, she was coming over as a slut. “I mean love it from time to time. You know, part of our erotic games.”

Was erotic games the right words?

Corbin laughed, and refilled her glass, before topping up his own.

He spoke matter of factly, yet also amused, “There is a buzz to this life style.”

So it went on. His questions, and she answering but always feeling her replies were inadequate. Any no go areas? What about her husband, he have any no go areas? The husband want to watch? They do bondage?

She dropped a hand onto his thigh, it felt firm through his smooth suit, and smiled. “No more questions.”

He laughed. “Was I going a bit far?”

She wanted to say ‘no’. Just a gentle, ‘no’. Maybe an apologetic ‘no’.

Instead, she found herself leaning sideways, towards him, eyes closing, whispering, “Maybe you haven’t gone far enough.”

He placed his bear sized palm on her face and kissed her.

Moments later they were in his Audi saloon, tucked away behind bushes in the car park, behind the club.

They were undressing as they were grappling. Somehow they fitted into the rear seats without any problems. Lust does that.

Both in urgent need.

He rolled her over, snatching down her panties so fast he broke the elastic.

Her back arched, and she may have said yes, though there wasn’t any question to reply to.

Corbin entered her in a number of shoves. He knew he was big, and never wanted to terrify a woman. But, he needed her, and he needed her now.

It is known as a quickie. In and out leaving both gasping as if they had been sprinting.

She cupped his stubbly chin in her soft hands and said, “I need to get you home.”

His smile was so arrogant and cock sure, that she felt her pussy flush out more moisture.

Laughing and looking up at him, she said, “Then you can ask him all the questions you like. It’s just that,” she paused, her eyelids falling halfway over her eyes, “I hope you’re not going to be shocked at what I make my hubbie wear when I am on dates.”

His laugh resonated in his broad chest, thrilling Riley.

“You know,” he spoke slowly, gauging the reaction in her eyes. “If he is one of those subbie cucks I have a few tricks to keep him on his toes.”

Her smile grew slowly, her eyes half closed as her body swam in the delirium of the thought of a dominant lover taking charge of her dumb, cuck of a maid.

Her arms gripped him around his strong neck, hauling her body tight into his, and sucking his tongue out of his mouth.

He was already fully erect again, and twisted her around, better to impale her and screw her.

Austin and Riley Part 3

r/HotelTransform - Austin and Riley 03
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It all happened quickly.

Riley pressed the button asking for a link up and put the tablet down onto the bed, bringing her sissy Hubbie, Austin, close to her by gripping his bare shoulders. The kiss was passionate, her tongue controlling his passive mouth.

Austin was shocked. When had she last kissed him like this? He could even feel her wetness through his chastity cage as their bodies pressed hard together and their panties met.

Pushing him down onto his back, she mounted him, their lingerie rubbing against each other, making them both grow mindlessly hot.

She whispered into his ear, “I love fucking owning you. Just fucking love it!”

How often did she swear? When was the last time she had said anything so loving to him? Certainly, before they had started meeting Bulls for their fetish games.

So when the Tablet chimed with a received message, neither of them heard it.

It chimed again, with Riley feeling like she was coming up from being underwater, back to the real world.

“It’s Venus Wives,” she whispered hoarsely.

Austin brought up his palms around her face cheeks, “Leave it, Mistress. He’ll be still there when we’ve finished.”

Laughing, she kissed his cute nose, “One silly maid is going to get a slap if she’s not careful!”

Quickly she pulled over to one side, opening the tablet, her back to her maid.

Austion groaned and closed his eyes. His little dick was running with juices but locked so frustratingly in its tiny cage.

“Oh my God!” She squealed. “He’s replied already. ‘Available now if you are’, he says. Oh my God? Honey what am I to do?”

Propping himself up on one arm, Austin pecked her naked shoulder, “Leave it Mistress. Leave it till later.”

“No way, Jose!”

She pressed a button and Austin pushed his head deeper into the pillow. For now, their fun was over.

A wonderful thought opened his eyes wide, maybe, just maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t reply.

The familiar chime from the tablet, told him that his old school bully had indeed replied, and responded very quickly.

“Damn.” How quickly his needs had fallen behind those of his wife since they had begun cuckolding. Prior to that she actually obeyed him and tried to sate his needs. Now she came first.

“Oh God. He wants to video!” She screamed. “Get my brush. Sort out my hair. Oh, I can’t. I’ll have to put something on. He’ll think I am a real slut in this nightie.”

This couldn’t be happening. Corbin was Austin’s old nemesis from school, a man over whom he still endured nightmares to this day.

“Look, Mistress, maybe …”

She slapped his bare arm with the back of her hand. Her face was set, determined. “Maid. Do it! Brush my hair. Now!”

He said, “Yes Mistress,” under his breath and slid out of bed to the dressing table.

As he gently brushed her hair into her set style, he could hear her giggling. Looking down he could see on the tablet screen:

Corbin: come on. Let’s get a look at you.

Ril001: gosh. You are impatient.

Corbin: you’ve got me nailed!

Ril001: you have to take me as you find me. Went to bed early.

Corbin: Love the idea of taking you anytime.

Austin rolled his eyes, but Riley giggled.

She said to Austin, “Housecoat! No, not the thick horrible one. The silk kimono. The one you bought me for Christmas. Oh, be quick maid. I’m going to lose him!”

Her panic was invading his senses. He fetched the navy blue, silk kimono and wrapped it around her shoulders, over her black and red, lacy nightie.

To think, only moments before, he had been beneath her, seeking to make her happy. Now he was getting her ready to speak to the man he most detested in the world, Corbin.

“Mistress, please don’t tell him about me.”

About to shout at him to shut up, she saw the concern tightening his features. “Aw. Babe. You are so, so cute when you are helpless. Don’t worry. You go to the maid’s room, and I tell you what. As you’ve been so good you can play with the electric butt plug Jack bought you. How about that?”

He was hot and dripping, but he half wanted to remain in the room and check what was said. The other half of his mind wanted to flee and hide.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said reluctantly.

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “So run along maid. The adults are about to have a chat. Wish me luck.”

He offered her a brave smile before departing the bedroom in his short maid’s uniform.

When closing the door, his mind froze as if he had dipped his head in ice. He heard a voice over the tablet speaker he had not heard in years. Memories returned as if clicking their fingers, and marched into his soul.

“Hey. Wow. How hot are you?”

Riley giggled, “Oh, I look like a slob.”

Corbin’s voice was richer, deeper than he recalled it. But the intonations were the same. Austin could hear his vulgar arrogance.

He returned slowly to the ‘maid’s room’, hoping beyond hope that his Mistress would summon him back. Tell him, it had all been a mistake. Explain that it hadn’t worked out. She would tell him that he had been right all along, before ordering him back into bed to play.

He was still locked in such mindless hope as he changed into thin shortie, nightie and matching panties for bed.

He had been given permission to play with the vibrating butt plug that Jack had bought him as a present, but he didn’t feel up to it. He took it out, and buzzed it against his chastity cage but quickly turned it off. Just down the corridor his adorable but naïve wife was talking to the moist ruthless person Austin had ever met.

So instead of playing the vibrator, he lay in bed feeling profoundly sorry for himself, only falling asleep when he realised that Corbin was so obnoxious that Riley wouldn’t be able to put up him with him for a second. She had liked her guys to have a level of charm, be refined.

So smiling he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to wash away the awful feelings he had been experiencing.

Austin and Riley – new story Pt 2

r/cuck_femdom_tales - Austin and Riley - new story Pt 2

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It was after nine in the evening when Austin had finished cleaning up the kitchen. He knew Riley hated coming down in the morning and seeing anything out of place so he was scrupulous in tidying the room.

She had caned him six times, in a manner more humiliating than she needed to, in the eyes of Austin.

He had to remain bent over, fingers on his ankles for over ten minutes before she dealt with him. The cuts were just as bad, as if Jack had delivered them. No doubt he had been training her well.

It was so unfair. So much of her and Jack’s relationship was kept from him.

He knew he was squealing like a girl but couldn’t help it. And just the aspect of bending over raised up his short flared maid’s skirt revealing his bare thighs above the stockings and his baby pink panties.

After counting out and thanking her for the six stripes on his bottom, Riley relented.

She stepped back holding her breath at the sight of the savage red lines clearly visible across his pale thighs and under the panties.

“Now then, maid. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Sniffing up his tears he said, “Yes Mistress”, very quickly, hopeful the punishment was now over.

For agonizing seconds that drifted slowly past Austin, she seemed to contemplate what to do next.

Finally, she said, “Okay, maid. That’ll do for now. But watch out!”

He rose up quickly feeling as grateful as a child at Christmas. It could have been, oh so much worse.

“Oh, thank you Mistress. Thank you.”

“So no more about wanting to pretend to be a man in my house, right?”

‘In her house’. It was a quirky line as they were both paying the mortgage.

“Yes Mistress.”

She eyed him checking to see if he was being honest and he in turn nibbled his lip, desperate that she would let him off those last six stripes.

At last, she smiled warmly, “Oh you look so totally cute when you are apprehensive!”

She giggled, handing him the cane. “Now be a good girl and put that away and then report up to my bedroom. Oh, and maid, bring the rest of the wine.” She smiled softly, “and an extra glass for my maid.”

“Oh, thank you Mistress. Thank you.”

So it was that twenty minutes later Riley lay in bed propped up by pillows, with her tablet open on her quilt, held up by her legs beneath the quilt. She wore a strappy lacy nightie that she knew turned on Austin. It felt so powerful to be turning on her maid, and her maid’s chastity cage preventing the maid from reliving her sexual needs.

Austin was wearing a pale blue nightie, with matching panties and, at the instance of Riley, the same colour ribbon tied around his neck in a pretty bow.

She held out her half drunk glass to Austin who took it without any instructions and placed it on the bedside cabinet next to his own.

“Let’s see. We met Jack on Venus Wives for Fun. So let’s try that again.”

“Mistress,” Austin said, knowing that there was an irritating whine in his voice.

She opened up the welcome page of the dating site for hotwives and Bulls, and entered her password.

“Yes Maid?” She asked, concentrating hard on the screen.

“I was thinking, and I don’t know how you feel about it …”

She groaned. “Just say it maid! Can’t you see I am concentrating here?”

“Well, perhaps we could spend time together. You know, me and you. Give the guys a rest.”

She saw the hope in his eyes and bowed her head with a blush. “Oh maid. You are sooo fucking cute.” She gave him a quick peck on the nose. “We’ll have girly time together. These guys can’t stay over 24/7, can they?”

“Well, no, I guess not. But they do sort of dictate what you and I can do together.”

She wrinkled her nose, looking away. “They can do.” She jerked up her shoulders, as if saying ‘so what’. “But that’s why we like these dominant males isn’t it?”

He was about to respond, but she had already returned to the screen, entering her conditions for the guy she yearned to meet.

Austin decided now was not the time to complain. His bottom still hurt, and she was in a good mood, apparently excited at the idea of a search for a man.

“I’ll keep my same profile.” She tapped her nail against her teeth. “But maybe add the words ‘accomplished maid’ to yours. The cucks!” She giggled, typing quickly with two fingers. “And add, ‘nice legs and arse!’” She smiled at him, “Because I love the fact you look good in a maid’s uniform. I’d hate it if I couldn’t show off my maid to my men.”

Oh God he felt sick at the idea of having to behave like a girl before another man. A man who would be screwing his own wife.

“Now what do we seek? Hmmm.” She flattened out her legs under the duvet making the tablet fall flat whilst she looked into the distance.

Austin wondered whether to offer suggestions but decided against it. It was nice being allowed in the master bed with her. He could smell her flowery fragrance and it was intoxicating. Better than being banished to what had become known as ‘The Maid’s Room’ at the end of the upstairs hall.

“How about, we go a bit naughty this time?”

“Mistress?”

She laughed, her cheeks burning red. “A black guy. We’ll go black!” She announced.

He needed to say something. For some odd reason that would be doubly humiliating for him. To share his wife with one of those mindlessly, aggressive guys was one thing, but a black male? He felt a bit sick but knew better than to interrupt her.

“And let us say sporty. Sporty, black guy. Yes, tick the athletic box.” She laughed again. “Oh, he’ll seem so masculine next to you, maid!”

He knew he was somewhat frail looking as a man, and certainly not athletic. But his frame looked good in girl’s clothing which was a bonus. Sometimes he loved the fact he had the body of a twink, especially when he was dressing in hot outfits – other times his girly body was embarrassing.

“How far?” She asked. “Well, no more than thirty miles away.”

“But we might know him, Mistress!”

“Oh, you are so silly. How many black people do we meet around here?”

He wasn’t convinced. Jack lived over forty miles away, which to Austin meant they had very little chance of accidently meeting up in some embarrassing way. That was far safer than having someone from the next town calling around to screw her.

“So, income. Let’s say, oh, how about, above Fifty thou a year. That should weed out the losers.”

He peered up at the screen which was showing a collection of black male faces.

“Awww.” She was disappointed. “Only six guys!”

Austin smiled behind her arm. She was very fussy about men, how they looked, their appearance, cleanliness, personality. So there was a good chance she wouldn’t get a hit.

“No! He’s too short! Damn I should have entered over six two. And he’s fat. And how the hell does he consider himself sporty? Honestly men! They are so delusional. Don’t you think maid?”

Austin nodded. They had quickly learnt that men who claimed to be Bulls were often evidently fooling themselves. “Yes Mistress. I guess they’ll learn when none of the hot wives hit on them.”

“Now you are making me feel sorry for them. But I can’t have a dominant lover I feel sorry for. No way! So that was quickly down to four. My God. The next one lives over the river. It would take hours to get here!”

Austin saw the next male be pulled onto the screen and with just one look at the gaunt face, he felt his tummy quiver. “Mistress he looks aggressive.”

Her pink lips fell open. “He does, doesn’t he. I bet he doesn’t take any nonsense.” She turned to him, “You’d have to be on your best behaviour with a guy like that.”

He gasped and sat up. “Please, no Mistress.”

“Oh relax, will you? I’m only teasing. Hmmm. But I will swipe him up, in case I need to check him out again. This next guy isn’t very handsome. Look!”

Austin couldn’t never tell which men were good looking and not, but stared and readily agreed, “I guess so Mistress. You have to be happy with your choices.”

This was going well, he thought. Only one more guy and the aggressive looking man in reserve. He could see her postponing the meet-up and maybe gain an opportunity for him to be unlocked and permitted to cum.

God, he needed to cum.

“Final guy,” she said slowly and nervously, as if the evening was a total disappointment. “Oh! Well he’s a bit of all right isn’t he. Name is Corbin. I like that. It sounds masculine and hot.”

The maid screamed making Riley jump and drop the tablet.

“What on earth is the matter, maid?”

She could see his face blanche. The skin blended grey in the bedroom light. He looked as he was about to be sick. His eyes were wide and rolling around in shock.

“Maid, you were asked a question. What is the matter?”

He licked his dry lips and took another, longer look at the black male’s head shoulders. The naked shoulders were square and muscular, the face very masculine with a cock sure grin.

“It can’t be him, Mistress.”

Turning around under the quilt, she ran her fingers caringly down his pale cheek.

“Why ever not, maid?”

“I don’t want to say. Just not him.”

Using her palm, she brushed his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes. “Maid, this is an order. Tell me.”

He could hear the steel in her voice, and he knew the consequences even if he merely prevaricated. Riley had become a very determined woman since they took up cuckolding.

His head hit the pillow hard, making it balloon up around his hair and lightly made up face. His eyes closed and Riley was pleased with the blue eye shadow matching her maid’s skimpy nightie.

His words were slow and painful. “I know him Mistress.”

“Oh?” Her disappointment embellished the short ‘oh’ emphasising her frustration. “How do you know him? I mean do you know him well? From work?”

His eyes flashed open burning under the lights. “I know him. So it is no. That was what we agreed when we first started the hot wife, Bull, cuck games.”

Immediately she felt he was confronting her. She hated the thought that her dumb maid could get one over on her, so spoke in a very deliberate manner. “No, maid. We said that on our first outings on the App. We didn’t say it tonight. So, tell me how you know him.”

His face screwed up with misery. “Oh Mistress. He was the school bully! He was the leader of the gang! He is horrible!”

Wow. She felt her pussy twitch, and grow damp in her knickers. She loved seeing Austin helpless and at the mercy of her lovers, though she didn’t confide that of course. She didn’t want to frighten him away. Rather she would sympathise with him and they would have long girly chats afterwards. She relished hearing him be bitchy about her man, knowing he wouldn’t dare say anything like that to their faces.

“You poor thing. How old were you?”

Another sigh, as if the memory was too difficult to even share. “From eleven until fourteen.”

“What happened then? When you were fourteen?”

“He went to University.”

“So he is a few years older than you.”

He nodded, eyes tightly closed as if trying to shake away the nightmare.

Oh, this was so perfect as to be untrue. An absolute erotic dream. She needed to see Austin serve his former bully. It would melt her.

“I guess, he won’t remember you,” she said, searching for words to reassure him.

“No. He will. I am sure of it!”

“It was over ten years ago, and you’ll be dressed and made up. Even your best friends would never recognize you.”

It was at that point that he could see where this was heading.

“Mistress, no. Please no.”

Stroking his gorgeous thick curls she said, “Listen. I tell you what. Let’s see how it goes. If it gets awkward, then fuck it. How about that?”

His lips mouthed words that wouldn’t come, his eyes were shimmering with panic.

Oh my God, she needed a vibrator in her pussy, and she needed it right now!

She turned back to the screen, “Anyways he might just say no.” her fingers crooked over the screen before pressing. “Let’s find out.”

Austin and Riley – pt 01 – new story

 

(Not quite the outfit Riley wears in the first part, but she could well be Riley!)

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Austin waited behind the closed door of the living room, trying to catch the softly spoken words of his wife, Riley and her lover, Jack. They were in the hallway, whispering too quietly to make out the words used, though Austin could tell his wife was upset.

He heard her sniffling. He so much wanted to embrace and comfort her.

Breaking up with her boyfriend of three months was always going to be painful.

Obviously, Austin kept on the maid dress and heels, just in case they changed their minds and were going to continue their game. Jack was a stickler about Austin’s appearance. A caning and being sent to bed early were the minimum punishments if even a hair was out of place, let alone if he removed the maid’s uniform before being told to do so.

On the bright side, if his wife and lover did part, Jack would be gone and Riley would release his chastity cage and free him from being a maid. He could go back to being her husband again.

Wow, being able to wear trousers and men’s underwear, he thought, how crazy would that feel?

The door closed and all went silent. Had Jack gone? A sudden dreadful painful fear gripped his tummy. Had Jack left, but taken Riley with him? Were they heading for a night out where Jack could try and win her over again?

Heels down the hall.

Austin stepped back from the door and held his breath.

Riley entered without looking at her husband.

She wore a pale blue short tight dress, no doubt to remind Jack of what he was missing.

Sitting on an armchair, she curled up her long legs and sniffled.

“Tissue, maid.”

The words were spoken, matter of factly, almost carelessly. She was clearly still thinking of Jack.

Austin brought her the box and pulled out one. She took it, her eyes fixed on the middle distance and blew her nose delicately, before leaning back and sighing.

“Has Master gone?” Austin asked.

“He has. So you need not refer to him as Master anymore.”

As if he would ever again! He hated having to do that in the first place.

“Get me a glass of wine, maid.”

Maid? Surely the game was now over.

“Yes, all right,” Austin said, scampering on his heels towards the kitchen.

He took a nice Italian white from the cooler, opened it and poured her a glass.

He brought the glass, misted by the chilled wine, to Riley.

She stared at the glass then at Austin.

“On a tray, maid!”

Her words were terse.

He looked surprised.

Her eyes narrowed, “I trust standards aren’t going to fall around here because there is no longer a Master in the house.”

Lost for words he returned to the kitchen and found the silver tray with which she preferred him to serve her and Jack. He returned with the wine glass rattling on the tray.

Raising her eyebrows, she said, “Better.”

“Well,” Austin swallowed, he has spent a long-time fearing being naughty on account of Jack being so firm with him, so he was unused to speaking openly, “I guess we go back to normal now.”

Still distracted by her parting she took in her maid with a vague expression.

Why didn’t she understand?

Casually he said, “I mean, well, you know, now he has gone, you can unlock me, and I can put on men’s clothing again and be your husband.”

Taking a sip, she looked at him for a long time before laughing. “Oh, maid you are always so amusing. Thank you for cheering me up. Sadly, you will be making dinner for just one tonight. Something light.”

Swallowing with an uncomfortable dry throat, Austin gripped his tray tightly with nervous fingers. “Yes of course. It is the least I can do with you so upset.”

She lolled her head to one side, so that her long blond hair fell against her neck.

Sounding tired, she said, “Maid? Have you forgotten how you address your mistress?”

Taking a high heeled step back, Austin said, “But, he’s gone now. So I guess we revert to how we were.”

She tapped a long pink fingernail against her glass. “And what did your Master always say about you trying to think for yourself?”

Austin’s tummy turned over. As much as he hated the physical punishments, he loathed more the endless put downs from Master. Austin was always left to feel like a dumb blond before his wife.”

Not able to think of what to say, he took hold of the silver tray with both hands.

She smiled softly as if to a child, “Kneel down maid.”

He did so immediately, his skirt flaring out around his heels as he looked up at his wife.

She ran her fingers through his curls, so pleased that Jack had insisted Austin grow out his hair and have it properly styled into a feminine shape. It made her husband look so sweet.

“Now maid, with Master gone, we have both lost the focus of our lives. It may take a while to find a suitable replacement. We need to stay strong. You must support your Mistress as she faces this difficulty.”

“Well yes,” he nodded, quickly adding, “Mistress. Of course Mistress. But with him gone, shouldn’t I be dressing as your husband again?”

Her eyebrows slid together, and her mouth pulled down at the sides. “Why? Is my maid leaving me as well as my lover?”

“No. No. I will be here. And yes, we can still play maid games. Like we used to before Jack arrived …”

She held up her palm, her fingers pointing at the ceiling. “I do not want you using the Christian names of my lovers. Maids should know that. Mister Browning is perfectly adequate for you.”

Eh? Over the preceding months, Austin had watched as his wife blossomed into a very powerful, confident and dominant woman under Jack’s tutelage.

But her no nonsense demeanour was a shock. Her authority appeared so relaxed, as if she expected him to agree.

“Yes, of course, Mistress. Mister Browning. Anyways, he has gone, so I think perhaps I should return to being your husband and you give me the keys to my chastity cage.”

She threw back her head and stared at the ceiling with wide blue eyes. Had Jack been present, Austin would have been in for a severe punishment for upsetting her so much.

Her eyes came down to fix hard on the kneeling sissy before her.

“Now maid. Where do I start? Firstly, I am very upset and I need you to be supportive. What do you need to be?”

“Supportive, Mistress. But it is just that …”

She continued briskly, “Secondly, I will need some quiet me time, and then I will need some girly time with you to chat about my break up. The last thing I want is a sulky man in the house.”

“I understand, Mistress.”

Austin enjoyed their girly chats together. When Jack wasn’t present, she was really catty about him and they both had a good giggle about his manliness.

“Thirdly, it is not your chastity cage, is it?”

“Sorry?”

She closed her eyes and emitted a long frustrated sigh, making Austin feel just as dumb as if Jack were present.

“Who bought the chastity cage?”

He had to look down at the carpet, her eyes were drilling into him.

“Well, Jack, ern, Mister Browning did. But I …”

“So the cage doesn’t belong to you. The keys do not belong to you. And I shouldn’t have to say any of this. Jack explained it to you many times.”

She watched his eyes widen in horror and loved that erotic feeling of sexual dominance she knew she held over her husband.

Waiting until he was about to reply, she cut in, “so I want no more silliness from you! Is that clear?”

“All right. Yes I see,” he had trouble finding the words. “So I should stay as the maid, for a little while longer? Would you like that?”

Stroking his hair, so that her fingers felt every soft follicle, she smiled. “Exactly. Master has gone and we need to find a replacement. We’ll have some time together, just Mistress and maid and then start the search for a dominant male.”

“Of course, Mistress. It’s just that, Master hasn’t let me out of the chastity cage for over four days and you know I need to masturbate a few times a day, so I am desperate.”

Tickling his earring, she smiled, “I know honey. Poor thing. But you have been a bit bratty, and Master did take time out to explain your naughtiness to you, didn’t he?”

Frowning, Austin fought back the urge to say that Jack always found fault with him, for the simple reason that it made Riley hot to watch her husband being humiliated.

After a moment, he said, “Yes Mistress. But I really need to cum. I am bursting.”

“Aw.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead, relishing his discomfort. “Let’s see how you behave without a man in the house to keep an eye on you eh? How does that sound?”

The words were spoken not as a request, or an invitation to respond, but as a simple statement.

“Yes of course, Mistress. What ever you say. But I would like to dress as a man tonight and …”

He squealed as she moved her fingers up from his earring to twist his ear.

“Right. Six stripes from the cane and time out in the corner for twenty minutes.”

“But Mistress …”

She twisted harder, her eyebrows flowing up with curiosity under her fringe. “Shall we say, twelve strokes and an early night?”

“No, please no.” How he hated the cane.

Relaxing with a wide smile she stroked his gorgeous soft hair. “Good. Because tonight we are going to have a full on girly chat about what has happened.” Her eyelids fell half way down her eyes, “It’s so good to have a girl to talk through shit like this. Guys don’t understand, do they?”

He knew the answer to that, “No, Mistress, they don’t.

A pleasant way to spend an hour or so …

 

  Marcus Bridge, dominant Bull                               Maddison Harding, hotwife                             Pony trainer

Loves dominating hotwives and sissies                 Sissy for Hubbie, dom male for lover        Trains women and men to be obedient pony girls

 

 

 
 
If you enjoy my Deborah Ford books and wish to engage in one-on-one interactive relationships with AI characters, you could do worse than Google ‘Character AI’. Then create an account with an email.
Once logged in, you might try to interact with some of my creations:
 
Kayla Harding, as a wife, who loves you as a sissy and would prefer to be with a ‘real’ man – sadly she doesn’t work, due to some naughty words I used when building her. So please try Maddison Harding, a wife who needs a sissy maid for her hubby, whilst seeking a strong dominant Bull for her lover:
 
 
Marcus Bridge, a dislikeable sod, who dominates sissies and makes your wife’s panties sopping wet.
 
 
You can even put them and yourself into a room and enjoy the interaction.
 
All the characters will travel down paths you least expect, but can be diverted back if you are not enjoying it.
There is also the brilliant, Sissy Physiologist, (spelt like that), to chat and interact with.
Or … you may ‘wish to get a life’ as they say.
 
For those seeking to be trained as Pony Girls, please try Pony Trainer:
 

And finally … First Deborah Ford book in 3 years!

 

US links:

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And in UK:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CJ4B3R1W

Also available on Lulu and Apple.

 

 

William’s arrogance as a conceited cuck receives a devastating comeback when his wife’s latest Bull, Brandon, decides to crush the cuck completely in the wife’s eyes. William brags that he can always reclaim his wife, once the Bull has left. Words that will change his life forever as Brandon sets about changing the household dynamic and making William, now Willa, work full time as a waitress in the demanding Nighthawk Club. William’s wife, Kayla becomes a strict no nonsense Mistress of the House.

 

Please be warned: This is a dark take on the stories of the dumb, cuckold sissy, locked in chastity, trapped in lingerie, forced to be at the beck and call of dominant men, women and even his own wife. It includes full advice to other Bulls on how to engineer the cuck’s downfall and completely win over the wife.

Let me know your thoughts, below

 

Deborah Ford

A wonderful App idea – over to you, geeks

Many of you will know Tiffy as an active contributor to this site, but you may not be aware of her amazing imagination. Here is an idea for an App, that she posted into her Tumblr group, that I repeat here for your enlightenment.

Link:

https://www.tumblr.com/tiffy-lil-blog

 

My dream app

Purpose: Master or Mistress can’t be expected to always be paying attention to needy littly subs like me – and there’s something so delicious about uncaring mechanical control, right? This (fantasy) app helps address that issue.

How does it work?

Stage 1 of this little fantasy of mine was simple enough: The app makes the phone’s facial recognition algorithm much more strict. Every time you pick up the phone to use it, the phone will ONLY recognize you if you’re smiling. If not, you get a message to “Smile more! You’re pretty when you smile.” Then, once it accepts your facial recognition, it turns on your camera showing you your face for one full minute — and what girl isn’t going to use that minute to check her makeup and make sure she looks pretty, right? (Optional countdown clock a la Jeopardy and pink confetti fluttering along the borders of your image. Followed by a “good girl” message (cuz everyone loves that!)) Simple conditioning to make you focus on your appearance. And just think about how often you pick up and look at your phone every day!

But we all know Masters and Mistresses are much more devious and cruel (*shiver*) than that. Which leads to some variations that Master or Mistress can turn on – of course using a code to ensure the sub using the phone can’t turn it off. 

Stage 2 involves a peripheral … and pairing that peripheral (locking shock collar) to the phone and app. Now the fun begins. Now you have a Master/Mistress … and a Machine. All of which have expectations – and a means to punish you if you fall short. 

In Stage 2, the app takes your makeup check a step further. Upon opening the camera for you to see your face, it takes a quick picture and uses its own algorithm to determine whether there are any shortcomings in your makeup. Maybe a smudge in your lipstick or a little eyeliner out of place? Once your minute is up, it compares the new you to the old. If you failed to correct your makeup – BZZZZT! Accompanied by “Fix your makeup, bitch. Are you stupid?” (Text is customizable.) Now every time you pick up your phone, there’s a little knot in your belly about whether you will be good enough. Every text or email will make you just a little nervous. 

Stage 3. But don’t consider ignoring those messages! Stage 3 first uses the phone’s gyroscope and camera to ensure it is always face up. Starting with Stage 3, whenever you get any alert on any platform, your phone will begin to display pictures of cocks. Sure there are other means of getting your attention, but this is much more humiliating. Better not leave your phone sitting on your desk or on the table at lunch. You never know when a stream of cocks will explode. (And if you decide to put it face down – BZZZT! Silly girl. You know better than that.) As soon as you pick up your phone to check your messages, the cock pictures will stop – and you’re into Stage 1 and 2 to unlock your phone. Did someone see the cock pics? Feeling frazzled and humiliated? Too bad! Better smile for the app!

Extended ideas: – Dimmer: As soon as it’s downloaded, the app deletes any other apps that are “too smart,” including news apps, magazines, weather, current events. It has a series of recommended apps and bookmarks to download (mostly fashion and makeup focused, along with a series of “how to please a man” or “how to please a woman” instructionals). – Dum DOwn Pluss: App regularly asks you simple questions – and shocks you if you answer correctly. Spelling words, doing math equations. But here’s the trick: Whatever you answer (incorrectly) the first time is now the only answer every time. Master or Mistress knows this … but sub only learns by doing. “What’s 2+2?” Answering 4 gets you a shock. Simple enough. So you answer 5. No shock. Stupid app. Day 2 brings up “how do you spell ‘hi’?” Uncertainly, you type in Hiiiii! – and get no shock. Lesson learned. Every day, new math and spelling. Two weeks later, the app circles back to 2+2. You know better than to answer 4, so you answer 22. BZZZT! What? Why? (And here, at the grocery store? Did anyone see my reaction?) You answer 4, another shock. 3? Shock. 5! No shock. How long will it take you to realize your previous answer is the new answer? And how many of the letter “i” did you put into “Hiiii!” anyway?  – More dummer: App turns off all spellcheck/autocorrect functions and disables backspace/delete. It enables it’s own search/replace using the dictionary you created using Dum DOwn Pluss for all emails/texts. 

Really, the options are neverending. App pairs with a calorie counter and fitness app. App works to lower your stability by giving you little shocks that wake you up randomly through the night while you’re sleeping. App pairs with your calendar to wake you up more often on nights when you really need to sleep for that important presentation or whatever (but really, what dummy has an important presentation, right? What a silly idea). App adds to the cock pics in Stage 2 with humiliating sounds from porn videos (particulary the ones it has record of you watching). Then there is app taking all of the photos it has of you and opening dating profiles and/or posting to your own social media. 

Is it still under the control of your Master/Mistress? When was the last time you even heard from them? Is your life just run by this app now? That’s making money by selling access to you and your story to perverts around the world? 

so, really, this is a whole world or story possibilities, it sounds like. If anyone wants to write some, feel free! I’d love to see what you come up with. Please tag #TiffyApp wherever you go so I can see it.