he sissy who has everything

 

Marcus squeezed the wife and daughter into his solid frame.

Satisfyingly, he heard them both sigh and gasp.

He felt their arms encircle him.

The Bull spoke softly, “You both did really well”.

“Thank you Master,” Erika said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Alicia simply giggled, indulging her pleasure and contentment in his powerful arms.

“That was very difficult,” the Bull continued. “No one likes having to punish a maid as harshly as that.”

Kissing the Bull’s breast through his shirt, Erika said, “It’s not your fault. If the maid is going to be as naughty as that …”

She let the words trail off.

Alicia felt compelled to join in, “No, it’s not your fault, Master.”

“I know girls,” with their eyesight hidden with their faces rubbing against his clothing, he knew he could afford a wide grin, unseen by the dumb sluts.

“Let’s hope it helps her become the maid she seeks to be,” he said.

Reluctantly, the teenage girl pressed herself out of his arms.

“Sorry Master. I really must go. My new boyfriend won’t want to be kept waiting.”

“Impatient, is he?”

She closed her eyes, “Oh, God yes. Everything has to be done his way.”

The Bull was pleased. Excellent. The sort of guy who could help him maintain discipline around the house.

“I tell you what, why not bring him into say hi, after your date?”

She looked uncertain. “Really? Oh. Well ok. I mean if you want that.”

“I do young lady.” He saw how she relished being addressed as ‘young lady’.

Unconvinced, Alicia pointed out, “It’s just that … I don’t know. You know … how he’ll react to your maid. Especially now there’s going to be a maid’s dress.”

“Should I dress the maid in the trousers uniform again?” he asked, keeping a straight face.

Alicia laughed, “Well, I doubt that makes that much difference. I just don’t feel comfortable explaining it all to him.”

“Good point,” Marcus said, making the teenage girl feel even better about herself. “But you know, houses do have maids, don’t they? Restaurants have maids. Hotels have maids. It’s no big difference, is it?”

She didn’t look too convinced. “I suppose so.”

“There you are. See how it works out, eh? He won’t know who the maid is.”

It all made sense when the Master of the House spelt it out like that.

Logical in fact.

Yet as Alicia made her way to the landing, so uncertainties floated in her mind. They were offset by the fact that even the Master of the House had said she had done a good job with the maid. It was with that uplifting thought that she gave the Master a girly finger wave before leaving for her date.

As she left the Bull kept his eyes fixed on her joyously, bouncing arse through the tight dress.

Seeing his fixation on her daughter’s arse, an irritated Erika but she consoled herself with the notion that she could hang on to the stud for a little while longer if Alicia was around. She knew he would vanish the moment he was bored with the setup in the house.

She felt a sharp slap on her arse and giggled.

“You slut, mustn’t let the dumb arsed maid know we will have company later on.”

She frowned with concern.

“Hey girl! Look, the maid has already had a hard time, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” she said, still feeling guilty about her part in the maid’s severe punishment.

“So let’s not worry her little head about anything. Eh?

She patted her hands on his hard chest.

“You’re right.”

“That’s what I find.”

He laughed and she laughed with him, adoring his arrogance and total confidence in himself.

“I tell you what. I know you’ve been dying to play with your maid. So how about some ‘you time’ with her?”

“Aw. She does looks so gorgeous. Especially in the maid’s dress. Oh, and that hair.”

“Then go for it.” It was practically a command.

“Oh!”

She grinned. She had permission to play with the maid, at last.

She slapped a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Master. You are the best Master in the whole world.”

“Have fun,” he said as she left.

He knew he’d have fun! He turned on his laptop and logged in to the maid’s room webcam.

Unzipping his fly, he sat on the bed and pushed his bear paw of a hand into his pants to grab his junk.

“Go for it, you sluts,” he said under his breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even while Eden was dressing in his mid thigh length maid’s outfit, he was still seething about the unfairness of what had taken place.

His spanking was wholly out of kilter with his offence, and his daughter, Alicia ought not to have witnessed it. It was all outrageous. And what on earth gave the Master of the House permission to squeeze his daughter’s bottom like that? Who did he think he is?

Worse, Eden was now having to don the humbling maid’s dress to be worn in full view of his family.

Words would have to be spoken! Oh my, was he fuming at the Master of the House!

Then the thoughts swam out of his vacuous head as he saw his reflection in the long mirror.

With a smile on his pink lips, he checked how the outfit hung on him. The slightest of movement sent the dress floating around his thighs, just below the stockings. If he turned quickly the suspenders could just about be seen.

Erika bounced in, full of energy.

“Oh my!” She clapped her hands and eyed him from head to foot. “You look adorable. I really love that dress. The others are fine for the bedroom, but that one looks just right.”

“Mistress,” Eden said, “Isn’t it a bit short? You know, I mean, too short?”

“Oh nonsense! It looks smart like that!”

Erika started pulling at the sleeves, and the bodice.

“Turn around.”

Eden turned to have his back to her, looking looked back over his shoulder.

“Mistress, is it appropriate that I wear this now. I mean with Miss Alicia here?”

“Stay facing away, silly maid. I am checking out how you look from the back.”

He turned to look away, feeling his wife plucking at the hem line of his skirt.

“Oh no! That Bow!” She exclaimed.

“But Mistress, it’s hard when you can’t see it. Its behind me …”

“Hush. You know what he’s like. Everything has to be perfect. We’ll get you a second mirror so you can check it all looks fine at the back. Good. Now face front again.”

“Yes Mistress.”

He turned back to face his wife, whose face was screwed up in concentration as she examined every detail of his attire. Her eyes settled on his hair.

He held his breath wondering what defect she had detected.

Erika shook her head, “Oh no. That silly little maid’s cap. It really won’t do. You need one that stands up more, with a nice frilly bow. Show me your others.”

“But Mistress, the Master of the House hasn’t complained about it before.”

She laughed.

“Silly maid. Guys just don’t get detail. Quickly, show me your maid’s hats.”

Not daring to stamp his foot in protest he pulled open the lowest drawer, which held his head gear.

“Ah, how about this one?”

She had pulled out a large cap, with neat decorations around the top, that would tie in a bow behind his head.

“Oh Mistress, please. Not that one. I’d die if anyone saw me in that.”

Erika laughed. “So why did you buy it?”

“Well, you know,” he blushed, “for when I am playing alone. On my own.”

She held out the lavish headwear to him with raised eyebrows.

He reluctantly took it from her and removed the one he was wearing which was simply a flat piece of lace, before trying to pull on the more ostentatious one and secure the long silky ties behind his head.

As he fixed it behind his hair, he could barely raise his eyes to his wife.

“Turn around,” the Mistress of the House commanded.

He did so, now facing away from her.

“Oh, the bow could be much larger if you tied it correctly.”

She tugged at the bow, making him squeal as it pulled his hair.

“Oh, my, my, my. Don’t you look a picture!”

He felt his dick expand in its confinement at the compliment. Perhaps all maids have a such a desire to please that any compliment hits the pleasure senses.

“Turn back!”

He edged around until he was facing her. He did not look self consciously happy!

“Aw. Maid! You look absolutely delightful. The Master of the House will love it!”

He beamed.

“Maid?”

He raised his eyes to her, wondering what she wanted.

“Shouldn’t a maid be grateful when given a compliment?”

With a pout, he whispered, “Yes Mistress.”

“Oh my God!”

With that, Erika was all over the maid, forcing the servant back onto the bed.

As they slumped down, Mistress on top, the maid lying on her back, Eden felt his wife’s tongue dart into his mouth, as if she owned him.

When did she ever initiate a kiss in this way?

Huuuumph.

Her knee drove his stockinged legs apart.

At last Erika came up from air, breathing hard with eyes locked on those of the bewildered maid.

“When the Master is out for a night, you and I are going to have some serious play time together.”

Eden’s dick was rigid in his cage. He felt her heat, her softness, smelt her perfume and stared at her sexy beauty framed by her tumbling blonde hair.

She kissed his nose.

“Now there are rules when playing with the maid. I’ll have to ask the Master of the House to remind me. Like, you can’t touch me below the waist.

He nodded, “But Mistress, why can’t I do that?”

She brushed his fringe from his eyes, “Only real men can do that.”

What? “But Mistress!”

“And nor my boobs. I’ll ask him if you can kiss them. That would be soooo hot.”

“Mistress, shouldn’t we decide what we can and cannot do if the Master of the House isn’t present.”

She giggled. “Oh, look at you trying to think! No, of course not!”

She pushed up the curls above his eyes.

Before he could protest she said firmly, “You are the sexiest thing on two legs. And you are all mine.”

He nodded, grateful but still in shock, “Thank you Mistress.”

“The Master says he is still Master of the House, even if he isn’t here.” She screwed up her face. “I don’t get it either. But it made sense when he explained it. I dunno. If he’s the Master of the House then it doesn’t matter if he is present. Oh, I don’t know. Shall I ask him to explain it to you?”

“No Mistress!”

She laughed at his wide eyed fear.

“I know maid. Really, I get it. Everything he has to explain to me ends up in a spanking too.” She looked away with a dreamy expression before her eyes returned to her maid, her very own maid. “You know what he’s like!”

“Yes, Mistress. But Mistress, shouldn’t we have rules of our own?”

“Oh, you are so cute when you are being funny! Of course not. What is the point of having a Master of the House and then having to make our own decisions?”

She kissed his forehead, there was a shimmer of sweat.

“Why are you looking so sad, maid?”

“But mistress. He’s controlling everything.”

“That was your fantasy remember?”

“Yes. But just as a game. Mistress, I am now the actual maid in the house.”

“I know. And I’m the Mistress of the House. I never thought I’d like that role. But he makes it so easy.” Then her eyes widened as she remembered something. “Oh. How’s your bottom?”

He pouted. “Still painful Mistress. It was horrible!”

“Aw. He once spanked me with my slipper and that stung like crazy. Even the next day my bum was sore.”

“What? He spanks you?”

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. He is Master of the House. He has to control the Mistress, doesn’t he!”

“But, but, you are my wife. He shouldn’t be spanking you!”

In the main bedroom, Marcus stared at laptop showing the video and conversation from the maid’s room. He’d loved how Erika had forced the maid to wear that dumb fluffy cap with the big bow. It looked ridiculous. Maybe one day, he’d force the maid to wear a frilly bonnet.

He laughed at the thought.

He also loved how they played together. Girl on girl action was his favourite fetish with online videos. The slut of a wife was sexy beyond words and would look great in lingerie. The dumb sissy cuck didn’t look too bad in his outfits either. Lynne had worked wonders with his hair and the corset moulded his body just right.

He’d get them to perform and then record the output for his mates.

His pleasure evaporated when the dumb cuck started whining about the slut being his wife.

He’d need to put a stop to that! Little grumbles when left unchecked grow into major protests.

He climbed from the bed and rearranged his erection. The problem with having a large cock was that he constantly had to check its situation. It was a habit he’d had since his teens.

When he reached the maid’s room, the couple were snuggled up tight together, deep tongue kissing.

Their stockinged legs intertwined. The obedient maid keeping her hands up near his Mistress’ shoulders.

Had the maid not opened her eyes and caught sight of him, he’d have remained like that, enjoying the view.

As the maid tried to squirm from beneath her, Erika realised that could only mean one thing.

She turned to see the Master of the House staring at them. As he always looked angry it was difficult to gauge his mood.

“Oh Master. Hi. Me and the maid were just having a chat. Do you like her maid’s cap?”

“Did I hear the maid say you are his wife?”

The wife and sissy gasped  both sitting up in fear together, as if orchestrated.

Erika spoke quickly, jabbering like a teenage girl.

“Oh Master. No. We were just talking that’s all.” She gave a forced laugh, “And you say I’m a slut of a wife.”

He wasn’t amused. Rather he nodded and walked into the room near the apprehensive couple on the bed.

He said. “I see. I see.”

Eden wanted to cry, he just couldn’t handle another spanking.

“Please Master,” he began, “I’m sorry.”

Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sorry about, Eden felt it best to say so, before, curling up his legs beneath the maid’s dress.

He stared at her, his face betraying little.

“Maid?”

“Yes Master?”

“Have you got any wedding rings in here.”

Eden slid into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, eager to help the Master with his inquires.

“Yes Master. You told me not to wear them. So I put them in the dish on the chest of drawers.”

The master picked up two gold rings from the dish, examined them and placed them in his shirt pocket before turning back to the apprehensive wife.

“Slut?”

Erika squeaked, “Yes Master?”

“Hold out your left hand.”

“Yes Master.” She did so.

“Expansive engagement ring and a nice wedding ring.”

She swallowed, not sure where this was leading.

“Yes Master. Thank you. We both chose them.”

He nodded and then held out his own ham of a hand.

“Give them to me.”

“Oh! Master,” her arguments dissolved with a simple glance from her Master. “Yes Master.”

It took some effort to twist off the tight rings, but she finally did so and handed them to the Master of the House.”

“Where’s your wedding certificates?”

“Em, in the Master bedroom, Master.”

“Fetch them and any wedding albums.”

“Master, I ..”

Erika bound into action when he raised his eyebrows.

As she bolted from the bedroom, Eden gripped his thighs tightly together for comfort. He wanted to make himself as small as possible.

He watched as the Master of the House wandered around what had become his room. At one point he edged the open laptop a little to one side, as if checking its position with the bed.

Erika returned with the large white wedding album and the legal documents of their marriage.

“Good girl.”

For the first time, Erika took no joy from the words ‘good girl’.

“Bring me a lockable case. A small one.”

“Yes Master,” Erika swept away to do her Master’s bidding.

Should Eden say anything? Ask what was happening?

His mouth felt dry and as ever his brain was frozen into inaction.

This didn’t seem a good time to complain about him grabbing his daughter’s bottom either.

Erika brought in the case and the Master pointed at his feet, so she laid it before him. He clicked his fingers and pointed closer to his feet.

“Yes Master,” she choked, opening the case near to his toes.

The Master of the house dropped the wedding album and certificates into the case. He then placed Erika and Eden’s rings into a zipped up compartment on the suitcase lid. He closed and locked the case.

“You have your wedding pictures on your computers?”

Erika stole a quick glance at her stupefied  maid still sat on the bed. But the maid only looked as terrified as she felt. What was the Master up to?

“Yes Master. And we have them stored on a cloud.”

“Ok. I am going to transfer them all to my cloud. Then do a back up onto a drive of mine. After that I will delete all pictures and evidence of your wedding from the cloud. I’ll have Lynne hide this case with the ones containing your dumb sissy’s old clothes. You won’t be able to find them.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said, her eyes unblinking.

“By tonight, it’ll be as if you were never married. There will be no proof in the entire house. I’ll have taken every picture and every memento.”

The terrified couple exchanged a long look of numbness.

Eden felt sure he should remonstrate, but his bottom was still on fire from his beating, and he felt totally ridiculous in the mid thigh maid’s uniform with the flouncy large bowed maid’s cap. How could someone wearing such attire make a stand without everyone laughing at him?

Satisfied he was wholly in control of the situation, and seeing the pain they were having to endure, the Bull added, “And if either of you mentions that you are married again,” he wagged his finger, “you’ll both feel my belt.”

They both quickly responded with a “Yes, Master.”

He was already continuing.

“Even if you refer to yourselves as husband and wife, then,” he had a thought, “I’ll use the list of wedding guests you have in that case get them all to erase or destroy any pictures or videos they had of your day.”

Erika inhaled, putting her hands to her mouth.

“But Master …”

“From now on, you are Mistress of the House, and you are the maid. Fuck all else. And if I hear you even intimate anything other than that, to anyone, then you know what action I’ll take.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said,

Eden’s hands were flat on his stockinged thighs. “Yes Master.”

The Master picked up the case and went downstairs while the Mistress and maid cuddled each other for comfort as if they were sheltering in a dark storm.

 

 

 

Of course Marcus ensured the dumb sissy howled loudly.

Eden had steeled himself for his spanking with his ‘comforting thought’. The thought was so reassuring that he did all he could to avoid analysing it. He feared losing it.

His comforting thought was that Alicia would have left her room immediately the Bull came in to spank her father. Perhaps because she had things to do for her date, maybe so as not to endure the embarrassment of the punishment or for other reasons that Eden couldn’t quite fathom at that moment. All that quelled his fears was that she was not behind the open door witnessing his dreadful beating.

He clung onto his thoughts, despite being aware of how ludicrous they were. He wanted to believe them. He needed to believe them.

Initially Eden just whined as blow after blow landed, forcing the Bull to step up his efforts and ensure his aims landed precisely across the deep red buttocks of the sissy.

How satisfying when the little whelps turned to howls and squeals. It was at that point that the Bull set his aim for the sensitive under hang of the buttocks.

The result was as satisfying as it was quick. Shrieks and crying out.

“Please Master. Stop!”

Excellent.

Feeling his chest heave with the exertion of the punishment, he said matter of factly, “Sorry Maid. Did you say something?”

Eden wriggled his heated sore arse. It was on fire, by far the worst punishment he had endured.

“Yes, Master. Please stop.”

“Sorry, maid, I can’t hear you.”

Oh God. Eden felt sick.

He slightly raised his voice, knowing how the Master wished him to humble himself in listening range of his daughter. But Eden ensured that he enunciated every syllable.

“Please, Master, I am really sorry.”

“Sorry babe,” the Bull grinned, “I need to hear you if I am to know how truly sorry you are.”

Eden groaned, but remained bent over, his eyes full if tears.

He swallowed and then said loudly, “Please Master, I am so very sorry,”

A pause. No beatings.

Eden held his breath. Hope! He sniffed up his tears, not daring to wipe his face until told.

At last, the Bull said. “That’s good to hear.”

The maid wriggled. It was all over!

“Thank you, Master.”

“In that case, maid, I will give you just six more, for good measure. Then you can apologise properly to Miss Alicia.”

What? Apologise more to his own daughter!

The sickening blow knocked any fight from him.

He screamed out loud.

Never mind his daughter, the neighbours could surely hear him!

Three more and the bedroom door opened.

“What on earth is going on in here?”

Erika!

Eden sniffled his tears as he looked at his wife’s beautiful long legs.

The Bull was off hand, “just a difference of opinion. So I’m sorting out the maid.”

“What on earth has she done?” Erika saw the redness glowing into a blueish tinge on her husband’s buttocks. “Master. This is too much!”

Wives! They were always, way too soft with their dumb fucks of husbands.

The Bull kept his cool. Really he wanted the wife also bent over the bed feeling a taste of the tawse. He didn’t appreciate being questioned. He’d have to convince her of the merits of the spanking.

“Your little, dumb arsed, maid here, thought he should be telling Miss Alicia what she should and shouldn’t be wearing.”

Eden wanted to bawl loudly. Why had he said those things! The Master of the House was right, he was dumb and needed to be constantly educated.

“Oh,” Erika winced. “Well that shouldn’t happen. I wouldn’t want the maid telling me what I can and can’t wear.”

“Exactly,” the Bull smiled.

“But still. Wow. Look at her arse.” She put on her pleading face, “Aw come on Master. Please let her off. I think she’s been punished enough.”

Still the bull remained focussed. Though the thought of the mother being spanked in front of the daughter was equally as arousing. And that would defiantly help the slut of a wife understand his word was final.

Instead, the Bull spoke calmly, “You need to know, the maid didn’t even address Miss Alicia appropriately. You know how important that is.”

The wife closed her eyes and moaned. “Perhaps the maid just forgot herself. Just for a short movement. I’m sure the punishment is adequate for her offences.”

The wife telling the Master when a punishment was sufficient? Marcus had a good mind to beat the maid until she couldn’t stand, just to show the slut who is boss around here.

He nodded, as if contemplating her view, his face growing serious.

Erika never liked his serious face. His expression became cold and hard, at which time he seemed capable of just about anything. At times like that, she learnt to keep her mouth shut. But the sight of her snivelling husband gave her a final moment of strength.

“But Master, if we all in the household, insist on her using the proper titles for us all, I am sure we can move forward.” She crouched down next to the maid, feeling the heat from his arse and seeing the line of tears faintly marked by the thin mascara he now wore.

“Isn’t that right maid?” She purred, stroking his gorgeous curly hair. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you, maid.”

As he went to speak, snot and fluid swept up from his throat masking his words. He cleared his throat and started again.

“Oh yes Mistress. I have so learned my lesson! I promise!”

Rising to her small heels, Erika lowered her head pleadingly to the bull. “You see Master. You have taught her a lesson I am sure she will never forget.”

The wife appeared so full of herself, despite her submissive demeanour, as if she had scored a point over him, that, despite himself, the Bull sneered at her.

He’d fix her!

“Yeh? You think? The maid called your daughter a slut.”

Eden’s hope vanished like a receding water line. At that moment he felt as if he would never again know hope.

This time when Erika crouched beside the sobbing maid, her expression was grim. Her eyes narrow, her mouth tight.

“Did you really call Alicia that?”

“Well, Mistress, I, er …”

“Maid, I am asking you a question. Do you want me have your master beat the answer from you?”

“I said,” he choked again on the mucus in his throat from his crying, “only that someone might think she looked like a …”

He didn’t dare use the word again. And internally he vowed never to use the word ‘slut’ again.

His wife’s face was now so angry her bottom lip shook.

Eden simply nodded and looked down to the floor.

She slapped his face cheek. Then, being unsatisfied with the force of the blow, slapped it even harder, so that a red circle appeared on one side of his head.

The Bull revelled in the way the wife rose from her haunches, a picture of rage. What mother would want their own daughter called a slut? He nibbled the inside of his lip to avoid laughing out loud. He got her! Better still he got the sissy maid trapped.

Shaking her head, Erika spoke deliberately, “Beat the maid’s fucking arse sore!”

Great! The Bull adopted his mystified look. “Are you sure? She looks pretty raw right now.”

“Please Mistress …” Eden simpered.

“Quiet maid!” Erika spat.

His wife was having none of his contrition.

“Perhaps another six?” The bull asked innocently. I was going to give her another three.”

“Yeh, Make it six. Six good ones!”

The Bull raised his eyebrows theatrically. “Now, are you sure, Erika?”

“Yes! Yes! Do it now!”

He nodded, as if reluctant. “Well, if you’re sure …”

Six more spanks of the tawse followed, leaving the maid gripping the bedcovers in distress while using the top sheet to dry her face.

“Stand.”

The Bull’s command was given firmly but quietly. There was no requirement to shout when an Alpha male knew he was in charge.

The sobbing maid brought herself stiffly to her feet, her panties still around her thighs, her  tights about her knees and trousers tight around her ankles. With lowered head she sobbed, covering her tiny chastity device with her hands.

“Aw,” Erika said, pouting at her weeping hubbie. Suddenly she felt pity for her husband. “You did bring it on yourself, maid”

Erika spoke to lighten her own sudden feeling of guilt over her husband’s punishment.

Eden nodded, without raising his chin from his blouse.

The wife turned to the Bull, “Maybe we were a bit harsh then, with the beating, I mean.”

“Maybe,”  the Master of the House said. “Let’s find out. Maid! Pull up your panties and tights. Get yourself sorted.”

Again, the instructions were spoken with mild authority and again, the maid complied instantly.

Inside, Eden felt destroyed. Yes, he realised he had been naughty and should be more careful when speaking to those in the house, but did it have to be such an exacting punishment? Surely, a simple over the knee spanking with the hand would have sufficed.

As he dressed, he found his tights gripped his sore cheeks, reminding him of his ordeal. The trousers were so snug that they too held on to his cheeks as a constant reminder of the spanking. He knew that his backside would be sore for a long time.

As he did up his belt, around his waist, narrowed by the corset, the Bull gripped his ear and tugged him into the daughter’s adjoining bedroom

Eden’s last remaining barrier to complete humiliation was washed away. Not only was Alicia still in the room but she was stood in the same position that Eden had left her. His daughter was wide eyed and open mouthed as if frozen in incredulity and might have been like that for the duration of the punishment.

Her shock was not abated at seeing her father hauled into the room by his ear. It was as if the Bull were a teacher dealing with recalcitrant sobbing child.

Releasing the bedraggled maid, the Bull ordered, “Stand there.”

He pointed to a spot before the dazed teenage girl.

“Yes Master.”

He stepped to the appropriate point.

“No girl! I said, stand there!”

It now seemed to Eden as if the Bull had changed where he was indicating. But obviously this was not a time to remonstrate, so he shuffled a few inches forward.

He was so close he could smell his daughter’s enticing fragrance, and he could see her lovely legs, inherited from his wife. Eden didn’t dare look up at her face.

“Now maid, have you anything to say to Miss Alicia?”

If only he wasn’t locked in chastity and in constant deep arousal, surely Eden could then think of a way out of his dilemma. But he was trapped inside his own needs. So his brain was as solid as a lump of wood.

“Please Miss Alicia,” he began.

“No mumbling, maid,” the Bull stated with relaxed authority.

“Sorry Master.” Eden tried to clear his head. He needed to think, but he couldn’t.

“Please Miss Alicia, except my unreserved apology for my behaviour earlier.”

The room fell silent, Eden could only hear his own breathing. Oh no! Would that be adequate remorse for Alicia? Surely the Master of the House wouldn’t spank him again. He felt like crying out loud again. He was just so helpless.

The Bull asked, “Alicia, are you satisfied the maid understands she was bratty earlier?”

Bratty? Alicia gasped at the word. Bratty? Surely only small children are bratty. But she was anxious to end her father’s suffering.

“Yes master. I am. I can see the maid is contrite.”

“Good,” the Bull smiled. “And are you sure she will always address you appropriately?”

“Oh yes. Yes. Defiantly,” Alicia insisted with all her heart.

“That’s good. Good girl.”

Alicia beamed at the words ‘good girl’.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Now, as everything is sorted, how about a big group hug?”

The Master of the House held out his arms and after a moment of the mother and daughter exchanging ‘should we’ expressions they jumped gleefully into his arms.

“And you maid,” the Bull said, “I don’t want you feeling left out.”

“Thank you Master,” Eden said cautiously.

He moved forward and felt himself crushed into his wife and daughter by the powerful arms of the Bull.

Erika and Alicia giggled as they squirmed deeper into the Master’s hard body, loving the feeling of being protected by such a powerful man.

Erika kissed her hubbie’s damp cheek and laughed, “I love you, maid.”

The Bull whispered to the group of dumb sluts taken in by his shielding act of being protective.

“See girls. I can sort out any problems here.”

“Yes Master,” Erika and Alicia said.

A little afterwards Eden added a “yes Master.”

He was anxious that he had been too late in agreeing with the Master of the House.

“Now then, how about, as an extra special treat for the maid, we let her wear her maid’s outfit? How does that sound?”

What? Eden briefly looked up at the Bull’s face, before sharply glancing back down, burying his face in the Bull’s shirt. He couldn’t wear the maid’s dress in the presence of his daughter!

Erika said, “Aw yes. She deserves it. She’s been through so much.” She quickly kissed the Bulls chin and added, “Of course she deserved the spanking, but it would be nice to give her a treat after her exacting punishment.”

“I agree,” the Bull said, nodding. “How about you Alicia. Have you forgiven the maid sufficiently for her to have a little treat?”

Alicia’s jaw fell open, “Well, Master, erm I …, I …, I guess, I don’t mind. I mean if that’s what the maid wants, then I guess …”

The Bull gave Alicia a hard squeeze and chuckled. “It’s not up to her. She is a maid. You obviously can’t have a maid deciding her own punishments nor her own treats. It is for us to decide what’s best for her.”

The daughter looked doubtful and became silent.

The Bull smiled, “I understand, Alicia. She did say some horrible stuff earlier on. Maybe you’re right. She doesn’t deserve a treat just yet.”

“No Master!” Alicia was horrified. “No, no. I didn’t mean that. Erm, no, I, well, I guess you’re right, the maid deserves a,” she stumbled over the word she was using for her own father, “treat.”

“Excellent,” the Bull announced. “Maid. Go and change. Immediately.”

No. No. Eden was horrified. This cannot happen. He had to put his foot down. Draw a line.

Eden slipped out of the embrace and brought his eyes up to those of the Bull’s, though he couldn’t maintain contact.

“Erm Master, please may we have a chat.”

The Bull raised his chin, “I hope a little maid isn’t being ungrateful.”

“Oh no, Master,” Eden swallowed. “Not at all. Oh no. Its just that, well if …”

The Bull laughed good naturedly. “Silly maid. No need to thank us. Just run along and get changed.”

For a moment, Eden remained stationary, aware that all eyes were fixed on him. The Bull was making it out that humiliating him further before his daughter was somehow a nice present for Eden. He needed to say something but dared not.

“Yes Master,” he said but didn’t move.

He was desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess.

Erika said, “Not the way too short one, yes? The mid thigh one. Think that would be best, right now.”

The ‘way too short’ one was a dress suitable only for fetish parties and games in the bedroom. Its tiny flared skirt didn’t even cover the panties. The thigh length one was bad enough though. It swished around his legs constantly threatening to reveal the stops of his stockings.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Off you go maid,” the Bull said. “I have a few things to talk to your superiors about.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eden set off for the door, his mind still trying to think of a way out of his nightmare.

At the door he turned back to the trio, not as if he knew what he was to say, but he just needed to say something!

Instead, he gawped at the sight before him.

The Bull was staring at Eden, but had each of his hands on a buttock of his wife and daughter, who had their backs to Eden.

The Bull smiled and then gripped the buttocks tightly making the girls squeal and giggle.

How dare he!

Eden tuned and fled back to the safety of his own teenage girl decorated room. This was too much!

Government warning.

All sissies should avoid travelling further through this tale if they are unaccompanied or unsupervised. Smelling salts should be at hand, and access to fresh air in case of feeling faint.

 

When Alicia saw the maid had finally arrived in her bedroom, after her ringing the bell, she twirled around revealing the dress gaping open at her back.

“Oh. Thanks for coming up. Be a dear and do up my zip. Its jammed.”

Eden froze in unmitigated anger. All the rage he had felt throughout the morning boiled over at the sight revealed to him.

Her dress was silky white, moulded around her figure and, to Eden’s horror, ended just about an inch below her curvy bum. Her dark hosiery was visible right up to the tops of her thighs. Her shoulders revealed by the dainty straps.

“Alicia! You can’t go out dressed like that!”

His daughter’s wide shock gave way to teenage exasperation.

“Oh, dad! You can’t tell me what to do. I am eighteen!”

As ever with confrontations between a teenager and a parent, emotions were quickly inflamed beyond all reason.

“I just don’t care! Alicia! Change into something more decent.”

Alicia merely pouted, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at her red faced father.

So Eden continued, “Quickly! He’ll think you’re a right, easy slut going out dressed like that!”

“You can’t tell me what to wear! I’m not a kid anymore!”

But by now Eden was fixed in his warfare trench, fully mired in the battle, which he felt he had to win. “Alicia. Change at once.”

“What’s going on in here?”

The Master of the House!

The voice was full of forbidding, like the unmoving air before a storm.

Eden’s brain froze to a halt. He saw that Alicia was standing mouth hanging open and with wide eyed trepidation.

Closing his eyes, Eden quietly dealt with the. Quite simply, in his own mind it wasn’t happening. The Master of the House wasn’t in the adjoining main bedroom. Nor had he heard the heated exchange.

Eden was simply lost in a deep, dark nightmare.

There was just one problem with his solution. He knew that as soon as he opened his eyes his hypothesis would be tested and found wanting.

For that reason, he kept his eyes closed, like a child avoiding the inevitable.

He could feel the Bull step passed him, as if the Bull’s intimidating size gave him the mass of a dark star.

“Alicia?” the Bull asked gently. “What’s happening here?”

Now Eden finally opened his eyes.

The Bull was in his shirt sleeves, leaning down over the young girl, seeking to placate her. he towered over her like King Kong over Naomi Watts.

For Eden it was as if Alicia had shrunk.

“Master,” Alicia began, swallowing. “It’s nothing really. Honestly. Nothing.”

The Master of the House gently took her bare arms in his fingers and continued to speak softly.

“I could hear shouting,” he paused and looked back at the fearful maid, “And I heard the maid using your actual name.”

Alicia’s eyebrows rose in an attempt to appear surprised.

“No, no, Master. I wouldn’t say shouting. Really.” She turned to the terrified figure beside her, “Was there dad? Er, Maid. Any shouting?”

A glare from the Bull at the petrified maid silenced Eden.

“You put your finger on your lips. I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

“Yes, Master.”

It was a relief to put his finger on his lips as it meant he could not say anything further and worsen his plight.

Marcus sat the young girl on the bed, before settling beside her, his arm protectively about her shoulders.

“Now, just tell me what happened.”

“Oh, it was nothing really. I just summoned the maid, like you said I should. Using the bell. I wanted her to do up my zip. It got a bit stuck. That’s all.”

“But your zip is still undone,” the Bull said perplexed. “Couldn’t the maid do her job?”

“Oh. Gosh. Yes. I am sure she could. It’s just that,” her voice trailed off.

She caught the huge eyes of the terrified maid, looking ridiculous with his finger on his pouting lips like a naughty kid in a classroom.

She had to make a choice. If she had to get into trouble with one of them, then she sure as hell wasn’t going to get into trouble with the Master of the House.

“Master.” She closed her eyes in thought. “All it was, was that the maid thought my dress might be a wee bit too short for my date tonight.”

“Eh?” Now the Bull was disconcerted. “I don’t understand. What is it to the maid how long your dress is? Or what its colour is? Or what the hell you wear?”

For that, Alicia had no reply. She glanced at the hapless maid and shook her head. “I don’t know, I guess, the maid was trying to be helpful.”

“And the maid used your actual name too,” the Bull said quietly, as if calming the troubled girl. “I heard.”

“Oh yes. But just a slip really. I mean, I don’t mind.”

The Bull smiled, his dark eyes glinting. It was as if he suddenly understood the situation.

Alicia relaxed and returned the smile.

“Yes. I am sure you are right,” he said. “Just a slip.”

Suddenly Eden calmed. How grateful he was to his young daughter for saving him like that! As soon as the Master of the House left her bedroom, he would thank her from the bottom of his bursting heart.

The bull took both sets of the teenager’s fingers and held them.

It was deliciously sexy feeling to have her hands held like that by a strong, powerful alpha male. It made her feel both helpless and protected.

“You see, young lady, the problem is, that your kind heartedness will seem like weakness to a dumb maid. The maid will presume that she can always get away without using the proper title of those she addresses. It gives everyone else a problem.”

She sighed, “Oh Master. Truly. As far as I’m concerned …”

“No. It isn’t a matter for you, or even me for that matter. Maids have to use the proper references.” He laughed softly. “Can you imagine? You give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

“Erm,” Alicia couldn’t refute such an obvious and pointed explanation. “Well … I suppose so …but …”

“And as for the maid thinking she can dictate what we all wear.” He shook his head, as if dismayed. “No. That is just absurd. The servants thinking they are the Masters of the house.”

“I think she was trying to be helpful, Master.”

Oh, good girl, Eden thought. That will be helpful.

“By shouting at you?”

“Well, I guess …”

“By failing to use your title?”

“I do see that, it’s just that …”

“By dictating what you can and cannot wear?”

“Oh!”

“And I heard the maid, plain as day call you a slut!”

Alicia stared at her father, with wide defeated eyes. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

For Eden’s part, he thought he was going to throw up. Bile emerged in his throat which he quickly swallowed. He managed to keep his finger locked to his puckered lips. Oh God, had he really called her that? Yes! He knew he had. He was sunk.

The Master rose from the bed slowly, as if weighed down by some momentous decision he had to make.

He stared hard at the cowering maid.

“Maid!”

Lowering his finger, the maid squeaked, “Yes Master?”

“Go into the master bedroom and find my tawse in the left-hand wardrobe.”

Oh no. The tawse! The most venomous of all the punishment tools.

Then Eden caught site of Alicia, simply staring with incredulity at her father.

Eden winced. God. His own daughter heard that command. He was to fetch the tool of his own punishment!

“Then, stand next to the chair. I will be with you shortly.”

Feeling his knees become too weak to move, Eden remained fixed in position.

The Bull spoke quietly, knowing he would be obeyed.

“I said now!”

The maid fled the room in a flurry. There was even a squeal as he entered the adjoining, larger master bedroom. The bedroom in which only a week before, he had slept with his own wife. The bedroom which was now inhabited by his wife and her Bull, the Master of the House.

In automatic pilot Eden found the tawse and placed it on the bed. Through the open door he could hear the quiet chat from his daughter’s room.

He held his breath to hear the conversation as both spoke in hushed tones.

He caught his daughter saying:

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

The Bull grunted a laugh, it sounded endearing.

“It’s very kind of you to seek to protect those in your charge. That is an import part of being responsible for any domestic servant. It demonstrates a good deal of maturity on your part.”

“Aw, thank you, Master.” Alicia sounded proud of the accolade. “It is difficult for me. You understand?”

“I’m sure. But you’ll soon find that with responsibility comes a certain release. Maids are very useful members of the household. They free you up to do your college work, go out on dates, listen to music, anything you wish. You are not tied down to the mundane tasks that plague so many young girl’s lives.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“There,” the Master of the House announced, “So if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with the maid to help her understand her responsibilities.”

“Erm, Master?” Alicia said.

There was silence and Eden swallowed. His entire life appeared to be revealed by the Master’s words to his daughter. As if he was now a full-time maid in the household! But obviously she objected to something. Eden stepped closer to the door, to hear more distinctly.

“I was wondering. Isn’t a tawse, well, a spanking instrument?” She swallowed the word spanking as if embarrassed.

“Yes. Good girl.”

“Thank you, Master.”

What was happening? Eden could tell she was complimented by the Bull’s remark.

“It originated in Scotland,” the Bull said, “and has been used ever since. Not just in schools, but in the army and navy.”

A short moment of throbbing quiet before Alicia cleared her throat.

“I mean, you know, you’re not going to spank the maid, are you?”

“Why not?”

“Oh!”

Again, the room fell still until the Master spoke again.

“Punishment has been used effectively for thousands of years. Quite right that you cannot punish children these days, but no reason why amongst consensual adults it cannot be used for its original purpose. To aid compliance and obedience. Improve the quality of the work.”

“Well, I was spanked,” whispered Alicia. “Dad, thought it an important lesson.”

The Bull tutted. “In my view it is wholly wrong to beat children. If you can’t keep children in line with out beating them, then hey, what sort of responsible person are you?”

Eden felt sick, wishing he had never spanked his daughter. Now it felt as if he somehow deserved what was coming.

Alicia said, “Oh!” As if she had just realised how unjust it was for her own father to have beaten her.

“So, I’ll deal with the maid. Will only take a minute or so. Never takes long.”

“Will it hurt Master?”

“Of course, it will!”

It was the first time Eden had heard the Bull be impatient with Alicia.

The Master of the House’s voice calmed. “As you know when children are spanked, they feel the pain and they sometime cry. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“So please don’t be alarmed if you hear crying. It is all part of the process.” He paused. “And really quite unavoidable.”

Alicia gasped. “But perhaps a good telling off.  Or, I know, standing in the corner like you did with the maid last night. That works.”

Sighing, the Bull called out, “Maid! Get your fat arse in here. Right now!”

No. No . No. Please no. he didn’t want to look at his daughter right now, not after the Master’s explanation of his forthcoming punishment.

But knowing he had no choice, a red-faced maid stepped into his daughter’s bedroom.

“Yes Master?” His voice was squeaky and his breathing short.

“Miss Alicia here,” The Bull said, with his usual quiet confidence, “is quite rightly weighing up the pros and cons of different punishments the maid of a household should receive for her naughtiness. Isn’t that right, Alicia?”

Alicia was surprised at the question, but managed a, “Yes Master.”

“I explained to her that punishments helped improve the maid’s efficiency and competence.”

Eden found himself nodding eagerly.

“Yes, Master.”

If he placated the Master of the House, then his punishment might be diminished for good behaviour.

Smiling at Alicia, the Bull said, “See. We are all in agreement.” He turned back to the keen maid. “And a spanking is the most effective and memorable of the punishments, isn’t it, maid?”

Eden’s enthusiasm for this discourse melted away. “Well, yes Master. Though there are many others, of course.”

The Bull looked at the daughter and nodded at the maid with a gentle laugh. “Maids are full of it aren’t they?” Back to the maid, this time, eyes fixed hard, “But a good spanking, garners results doesn’t it?”

Lowering his head, the maid responded as he knew he must, “Yes, Master.”

The Bull was satisfied, “There you are. We’re all in agreement. A maid must be kept on her toes. So, if you will excuse us for a moment, Alicia.”

Her eyes were now bulging. “Erm, yes of course, Master.”

“Master’s bedroom. Right now, maid.”

“Yes, Master.”

Obviously, the bull would deduct smacks for good behaviour.  … Surely!

The Bull was right behind him as they entered the main bedroom.

“Right. Trousers down!”

Eden stared at the open door, just feet beyond which stood his daughter.

Eden whispered to the Bull, “Master, perhaps we should close the door or …”

“Trousers down this instant. Unless you want me to drag them down!”

With shivering fear, Eden undid the top of his tight pants, his fingers working from muscle memory alone.

With his trousers around his ankles, and his dark tights exposed, Eden rose up, but remained cowering.

Under his breath, as quietly as possible, he said, “Master, perhaps we …”

“Tights down. Around knees!” The Bull announced, tilting his head back. “Quickly girl, if you know what’s best for you!”

Eden placed his thumbs under the elasticated waist band and tried to think of something to say or do to escape punishment in earshot of his daughter.

His eyes watered with shame, and his mouth became dry and rough like sandpaper. He could no longer swallow.

“Quickly girl!”

As commanded, he pulled down the tights to his knees and stood in the scarlet red panties he had put on that morning.

The Master took in the panties with a look of impatience.

Oh no, Eden thought. No. No! Surely, he wouldn’t …

“Maid. Panties down to mid thighs!”

He groaned but he was hanging on to one comforting thought that he would use to help him through this dreadful ordeal. A thin light of hope shining in his mind. Suddenly everything felt all right.

He slid down the silky panties to his thighs feeling his legs become totally immobile.

“Over the back of the chair!”

“Oh!”

Did he have to command him so loudly?

But Eden had that one liberating thought in his head to help him get thought his humiliating ordeal.

 

 

 

 

Eden’s heart was singling. Having spent  an entire morning without anyone criticising him he felt as if he were finally getting on top of the job of being a maid to the household.

Surely only rewards awaited him.

It was a little exasperating not to have anyone praise him though. Despite him being up early as instructed by the Master of the House, and being able to serve breakfast in an immaculate, dust free downstairs. Couldn’t the Master or Mistress at least have offered a word of approval? Just one word? Or even an acknowledgment of the result of his hard work?

Here he was, about to prepare lunch of tuna salad, when he agonised over hearing nothing from the members of the household he served.

Nothing! Not a word …

Until the Mistress of the House, his wife, dropped off two blouses for him to iron. The kitchen had become his home place. He felt safe here, unlikely to catch the attention of anyone who would wish to punish him.

“Be careful with them, maid. They are a little delicate. And place them on hangers in my bedroom when they are lovely and smooth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Eden said, trying to hide his annoyance at being handed yet another menial job.

“Oh, and maid?” Erika spoke absent mindedly, as if just remembering some unimportant point.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“The Master of the House wishes to chat to you at midday. In his office”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Don’t be late. You know what he’s like.”

With that, Erika left.

Eden held the blouses in his hand.

A chat? A chat was what she said. Wow! Surely, he hadn’t been naughty. He would have been told in no uncertain terms had he been so. Therefore, the only possible reason for ‘a chat’ was to offer praise. And with praise came rewards. And the best reward would be to release him from his chastity cage so he could play until he came. That way his brain would become normal again, not the blubbery mass of illogical thought that rolled around inside his head.

Clutching the blouses, he settled onto a chair to daydream about the promising moment ahead of him.

Such are the pitiable small hopes that besot a maid in the course of her duties.

So it was that, close to midday, following a polite knock on the office door, he was summoned into the Master’s office.

He stood beaming near the Master who was engrossed in a row of numbers embedded in a complicated  spreadsheet that absorbed his full attention.

The Master ignored him and when Eden politely coughed to show his presence the Master simply clicked his fingers and pointed at the rug near the office chair.

Eden knelt immediately, though surprised to be told to do so.

The Master, apparently without even looking where Eden was, clicked and pointed closer to his chair.

Stifling a ‘humff’ of exasperation, Eden shuffled on his knees to the fresh spot, merely inches from the old one! And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

From the benefit of his low spot, Eden couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen that captivated so much of the Master’s attention. Nor had he yet made lunch so couldn’t spend too much time being idle here.

Minutes passed. Then maybe ten. More?

It was impossible to know. But as he was awaiting a reward, he remained silent and well behaved, as he knew was expected of him.

The door thumped open.

Erika giggled in and then stopped.

“Oh. I see you are chatting to the maid.”

Swinging around in his chair a grinning Marcus said, “Hey! You look hot.”

And indeed, Eden had to admit that his wife did look hot in her short summer dress, decorated in pink and white.

She giggled again. “Aw thank you.”

She plopped herself down on his lap, as he gripped her tight, kissing her as if he were sucking out her intestines.

Eden nibbled his lip with fury. He wasn’t allowed to even speak despite being summoned to the office. And he had plenty of housework to do! Now his wife arrives and she gets his full attention.

“Listen babe,” he finally said, “I’m pretty busy, right now.”

She nodded down to the kneeling maid, “So I see!”

“Na. With important shit. Work. Gotta be done before lunch.”

Sliding from her lap, she smoothed out her dress and sighed. “Maybe later then hun?”

“You got it!”

She giggled, before glancing down at the maid, “And please don’t forget those two blouses, maid!”

What? But she had only just given them to him. Just before she ordered him to see the Master.

So unreasonable!

But with the Master present, Eden just said, “Yes Mistress.”

With that his wife gave the Master one more peck and left.

For a long while Eden noticed the Bull staring at the door with a wicked leer on his mouth. Then he shook it away and returned to his work.

Heavens! Eden’s rage grew. Had he forgotten he had summoned the maid and then had him prostate himself at the Master’s feet?

Now his ankles and knees were hurting. Clearly the Bull had no thought whatsoever of the maid’s well being.

Eden was about to cough again, to attract the Bull’s attention when there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for an instruction to enter, it opened, and a nervous Alicia stepped inside.

She was wearing jeans but a different tee shirt to the previous day and looked very hot.

All of a sudden, the Master was relaxed and leaned back from his work, as if it no longer held any importance!

Though that was bad enough, Eden felt more chagrin from kneeling before the Master of the House whilst his daughter was giggly and full of chat.

“Oh, Master, that was wonderful last night.”

The Master laughed. “A good time, yes?”

What? Eden’s ears pricked up. What was a good time? What did they do after he was sent to bed?

Now he was troubled!

“Listen, Master, a guy is taking me out tonight,” Alicia said.

A guy? Eden turned, but to look at her low heeled sandals, as he dare not raise his eyes upwards to her face.

“Ok fine.”

Fine? How was it the Bull’s job to say what was fine with Eden’s daughter? Now he was truly riled.

The Master continued, “Where’s he taking you?”

“Cinema. Some goofy comedy.”

After a moment, the Master said, “Yeh. That’s ok. Be back by midnight mind.”

“Thanks Master.”

“And Alicia,” his strong  eyes held her gaze, “don’t forget if you need anything sorted or ironed or something you ring the bell for the maid here.”

She wrinkled her nose, blushing a little, “Na, it’s ok. I’ll leave the maid things to you and mum.”

“Well make sure she has made your bed properly and tidied your room every morning.”

“No. Thanks, but no. I’ll do it.”

“Up to you, babe.”

Babe? That was his daughter!

“See yous”, she smiled.

With that Alicia was gone.

Eden seethed. Why didn’t she ask her father about her dating? What was happening here?

The Master leaned forwards over his desk and went back to his figures.

Great! Now he’s even forgotten that he summoned the maid to his office!

Eden clenched his hands but was careful not to shake them before the Master of the House. He also lowered his head so that his curls would hide his pouting.

Something had to be said!

“Master …”

The Bull glared down at the maid.

“Sorry, to interrupt, Master, really. But I have a few things to do. So I was wondering why you’d called me in.”

There is a time in every maid’s life when she regrets speaking. When she cannot pass it off with a giggle as a silly joke. She has spoken. The words are out there, all set to condemn her.

Eden lowered his curly head. “Sorry Master. I know you are busy …”

“Quiet girl!”

“Yes Master.”

“Fetch me the tawse from the cupboard and place it on my desk.”

Inwardly, Eden collapsed. Not the tawse! He quickly rose and fetched the dreaded implement form the cupboard.

“Master, if it pleases you, I am so sorry …”

“Now stand in the corner. When I call you back, you will tell me how many spanks you should get from the tawse.”

“Oh!”

“I’ve said before, you should now be saying how many spanks you should get for any of your silly naughtiness.”

Feeling his face glow red hot, Eden bowed his head. “Yes Master.”

“If I think you are being too lenient on yourself then I will double the number I think it ought be.”

Oh no!

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, corner time, until called back.”

“Yes Master.”

The infuriating corner time where time passes at a gentle speed unknown to the person being punished.

But it did afford Eden the opportunity to mull over how many spanks he should be given. That was troublesome of course. Because his tally may well not agree with that of the Bull’s. Perhaps only six spanks? His only crime being to interrupt the Master when he was working. But against that was the fact that he had been waiting patiently for the Master, when everyone else, it seemed could interrupt whenever they pleased. So why should he be punished at all?

He humphed to himself.

So unfair!

Half hour later a sniffling maid was back on her knees before her Master.

Whilst Eden thought 6 smacks would be sufficient, her Master had explained why 12 was:

“Speaking out of turn cannot be tolerated. Imagine if everyone had to appease a maid all the time? There would be no point in having a maid”

Thus it was, that a contrite maid knelt, still feeling aggrieved, but feeling wise not to grumble. But it was all so unfair, and now her bottom was burning again. Oh!

“Now the reason I ordered you to come to me, is to point out that you should obey without hesitation.”

About to say that he does, Eden simply  thought better of interrupting the Master of the House, and simply nodded his downcast head.

“I don’t want any of this hesitancy where you pause before obeying.”

“Yes Master.”

Did he pause? When had he paused?

“Secondly,” The Bull reached down and raised the maid’s chin so that the damp fearful eyes were looking at him. “Do you think I want a miserable maid in my household?”

Obviously, Eden was not about to point out that this was not the Master’s household but his. So  he simply shook his head, feeling his curls tickle his chin.

“I want to see my maid with a smile on her dumb face as she carries out her chores.”

“Yes Master.”

“You should be happy, and let everyone in the house know you are a happy and contented maid. I don’t want people feeling sorry for you.”

“Yes Master. I understand.”

“I hope you do maid, because that arse of yours is already sore. You wouldn’t want it getting worse, would you?”

The Master grinned and as if Eden should get the joke, albeit form the Master’s point of view.

The maid smiled back. “Yes Master.”

“Good. Dismissed.”

Dismissed! Was that it? The sole reason for making him late with lunch was to give him those two snippets of unhelpful advice?

“Yes Master.”

Eden rose and paused, his palms on the flat of his trouser fronts.

The Master groaned. “What is it maid?”

“Please Master, I can’t help feeling, and I appreciate that you may not share this view, especially, …”

“Girl! Just fucking say it!”

“Yes Master. Please may I have my chastity cage removed.”

Seeing the annoyed expression on his Master’s face, Eden quickly continued.

“Just for a short while. Just a few minutes really. So I can get released. My brain has ceased up. If I could cum …”

Not bothering to contain his impatience, the Master said, “What sort of maids get their cage removed? Good maids or naughty maids?”

That one was easy!

Eden smiled with satisfaction. “Good maids, Master.”

“Clever girl. So is a maid constantly having to be punished a good or a naughty maid?”

Ah!

“Well Master, I guess, a naughty maid.”

The Bull swung his chair around back to face the screen of figures. Clearly the conversation was over.

Back in the kitchen, Eden set about carefully ironing his Mistress’ two blouses. But no sooner had he started, than he heard the bell tinkling from upstairs.

With a frustrated groan he dropped the iron back onto the board and made his way upstairs.

Another impatient ring of the bell.

Oh!

The sound was coming from Alicia’s new room. As his daughter did her best to avoid Eden and handing out instructions to him, it seemed odd for her to be summoning him.

Then it occurred to Eden. Obviously she needed guidance on this young man she was to see that night. He could be her father again. Flushed with the buzz of returning to his old position he pushed up his curly hair with the flat of his hand and smoothed down his tight maid’s trousers.

The ironing could wait.

Had Eden been able to see into the future he would have quickly returned to the simple bliss of ironing. When when he opened the door to his daughter’s new room, he had no idea of what the future held in store for him. One day, when looking back on this fateful moment, he would see it as a life changing event.

 

Coffee making was a trembling agony of decision making for Eden.

He knew how they all preferred their coffees, but should he bring the cream in a jug or pour it in to the cups now before he left the kitchen? Obviously, he would put the sugar bowl on the tray, but there again he knew exactly how much sugar each preferred so could drop it into the cups here and now.

In fact, should he be using the china cups, rather than mugs?

If it were all on the tray, then one slip while opening a door could cascade the entire  contents all over the floor in a dark steaming mess. God, it could even stain the carpets and rugs!

Few appreciate the dilemma of a maid fearful of further punishment – until they find themselves  in that fearsome position. It’s not all about posing in a nice uniform.

Marcus had some dilemmas of his own as he watched the sexy girls dance on a rock music channel. Erika was sluttily in need of his attention, curling her legs beneath her on the chair whilst emitting a low groan. Thankfully, with the maid out of the room Alicia had relaxed. The copious amounts of alcohol she drunk probably helped her disposition. But he would have to be wary of her. He didn’t want her to bolt back to university in shock. She was now the bedrock of Marcus’ plan.

The dumb cuckold would regret not apologising, even when told to . He would regret it for the rest of his days. Fore ever he would ensure he was always polite and well mannered, even to a child.

The door was knocked.

Marcus said, “Enter.”

Only Alicia glanced up to see the timid maid entering the room with eyes the size of tennis balls, the mistress’ eyes were firmly on the Master. Whereas the Master of the House kept staring at the erotic dancers.

Eden hoovered in breath for courage as he said, “Your coffees Master.”

“Put them on the table. Hand them out to everyone.”

Eden wrinkled his nose with irritation. Did no one appreciate his efforts in making the coffees? It was as if he was invisible. Not a single thank you, and no comments. Never again would he take a waitress or maid for granted.

The tremor of his hand as he poured the cream for Alicia before delivering the coffee to the teenager, did not lead to any dreadful calamity. But he was guarding against over confidence. Serve the coffees and get out.

“You know maid,” the Master of the House was saying, almost to himself, “I think Miss Alicia may have been too kind to you.”

The maid’s eyes widened even more. Oh my God, what was the Master on about?

Nevertheless, despite his qualms, he was able to deliver the black coffee with half a sugar to his wife without his shaking hand spilling the liquid.

Marcus carried on, as if thinking aloud, “You weren’t that long in the corner.” He sniffed. “ And we never set a bedtime for you, did we?”

“A bedtime, Master?” Eden stood bolt upright as a video finished and the room fell into silence before the bass energy of the next song began.

“Of course. We need you up early in the morning for your chores, so we need to put you to bed early.”

Alicia held her coffee to her lips, feeling the heat on her nose. She was frozen by the extraordinary conversation before her. Surely her dad would stand up for himself.

Yes, he was about to speak. Alicia felt relief. Finally!

“But Master, I hope you don’t mind me saying so,” Eden began, his voice squeaking with fear, “But I am always up early to prepare your breakfasts and orange juice.”

The Master shook his head, “Dumb bitch.”

Alicia gasped.

Marcus sighed and continued, “What you can’t get your empty little head around is that one day you mightn’t. I have to ensure that won’t happen. Your bedtime from now on will be nine o’clock.”

Erika watched her husband’s jaw drop with helpless shock. Her pussy squeezed out even more sticky fluid into her already uncomfortably damp panties.

Alicia still hadn’t sipped the coffee that remained millimetres from her lips.

“Nine o’clock, Master? But Master, I …” he needed an excuse. Why did his brain always cease up when speaking to this effortlessly, dominant male? “Master, I won’t have time to clear up the kitchen after dinner.”

“You really are an airhead aren’t you, maid?”

Bass thumping music filled the room, how could Eden answer that question before his own daughter?

He was saved by the Master pointing out, “If you are up at six then you have plenty of time to clear up everything before you attend to our breakfast.”

Blinking his eyes quickly in terror, Eden was about to say, ‘But Master’ when he actually said, “Yes, Master.”

Infuriatingly to Eden, the Bull always seemed to have a sound reason for everything.

“Of course,” the Master continued, “if you are good, then I may let you stay up a little later.”

Eden swallowed, “Erm, thank you Master.”

This was not the time to debate with the Master. Especially not in front of Alicia. Eden rarely won any of their discussions – in fact he couldn’t think of a single time he had come out on top in a discussion with the Bull, even when they first met.

“Yes, but there again, if you are naughty, as you were tonight, especially in front of guests,” the Master nodded towards Alicia, who remained as immovable as a stone statue with her coffee hovering before her lips. “Then I will send you to bed earlier.”

Erika closed her eyes with sheer gasping sexual need. At that moment, if the Master merely touched her then she would explode in an orgasm with the power of a rocket leaving the Earth.

Eden was in shock, he thinks he is nodding but doesn’t know, and certainly hasn’t got a clue how to respond to this fresh development. Demonstrably, he ought not debate the issue right now, but wait until the Master of the House and he were alone.

“What do you think, Mistress of the House,” Marcus asked the slut of the wife of Eden. “That all seem fair? Or do you think nine o’clock is a bit late?”

A bit late! Eden turned on his heels to stare desperately at his wife. For some reason, Erika appeared as is she were about to drop off to sleep. When she finally spoke, she was breathless.

“I leave these matters to the Master of the House,” she said.

“Ok.” The Bull nodded and turned to the dazed teenager, looking so sexy in her tight jeans and tee shirt. “Miss Alicia, how about you?”

She was lost for words and sought visual assistance from her mother. But her look was only exchanged with a half lidded, stupefied expression denoting nothing. She knew she had to respond to the commanding male.

“Well, Master. I think …”

Eden held his breath hoping against hope that his daughter would save him by knocking the bedtime idea on its head.

“… nine does sound a bit early.”

Eden didn’t know what to think. ‘A bit early? ‘. What? It was crazy! He wasn’t a child!

Marcus had scored! He got her! The daughter was now involved with discussions about her own dad’s bedtime. Marcus wanted to laugh out loud, but he kept a straight face as he said:

“A bit early you think?” He rubbed his unshaven rough chin. “So what time do you think would be appropriate for the maid’s bedtime?”

Eden looked expectantly at Alicia, please let her say eleven, or something reasonable.

The teenager was shaken. How the fuck could she know? But the Master of the House had actually asked her! As if her opinion was important. She was no longer a child in the household, but someone invited to form a view on a matter pertaining to the home.

“I don’t know, really. I mean nine sounds a bit early. When I was ten, I was allowed to stay up until ten.”

The Bull nodded and smiled. “Good point.”

Brilliant, the Master thought, even the daughter is using references to children now for her own father. Outwardly he half closed his eyes and nodded, as if mulling over the ‘good point’, inwardly he knew where he was heading.

“But ten is far too late for a busy maid.” He suppressed a sadistic grin as he added, “maybe fine for a ten year old, but I can’t help feeling that’s a tad too late for a domestic. How about we say bedtime’s nine thirty for the maid? Then we’ll see how we get on.”

There was a compelling quality about this masculine brute of a man that made Alicia desperate to agree with him. After all, had the Master of the House not asked for her views? Had he not contemplated her response? In fact, he had adjusted his own view after hearing her observations.

So she replied, “Yes Master. That sounds wise.”

“Excellent!” The Bull proclaimed. “Miss Alicia, you are adapting to your new responsibilities as if you have been a mistress all your life.”

Alicia giggled and finally rewarded herself with a sip of the coffee.

“So, maid,” the Bull said to the still stunned Eden, “aren’t you going to thank Miss Alicia for allowing you to stay up until nine thirty? Wasn’t that good of her?”

God! This was crazy. “Erm, yes Master, but please may we have a little word. You know, in private. If you are not too busy? Master?”

“Not right now maid, I’m watching the telly. But I tell you what, if you are still awake when I come up then we’ll have a little chat. How about that?”

The bastard! He could have spared Eden a couple of damned minutes so Eden could outline the pitfalls of him being sent to bed. “Yes Master. Thank you Master.”

The Bulls face darkened, and Eden brought his hands together defensively over his apron.

“Maid! I thought you were told to thank someone?”

Eden jumped.

This just couldn’t be happening. But like other humiliating punishments meted out by the Master of the House, it was best over with quickly.

He turned to face his daughter and with bowed head, said, “Miss Alicia, thank you.”

No reaction. Alicia looked at the Bull, unsure as how to respond.

Marcus groaned. “Dumb maid. What are you thanking her for?”

“Oh yes!” Eden said.

Eden often felt relief when the Master of the House helped him by explaining exactly what he should say or do. Less chance of punishment if he got it wrong.

Still not able to raise his eyes to his daughter, Eden said, “Thank you Miss Alicia for allowing me to stay up until …”

Shame.

Roaring, gut burning shame.

How could he finish the sentence?

A welcoming thought rose optimistically to his mind. Just say it now, avoid a dreadful punishment and then explain it all to Alicia later.

So he continued, with a dry mouth but eyes becoming increasingly damp.

“Miss Alicia, thank you for allowing me to stay up until nine thirty.”

The teenager felt pity for the poor maid but she adopted a smile.

“That’s alright. You are welcome.”

Surely the ordeal was over now.

The maid, still with her chin on her chest said.

“Master. May I be excused? So that I can do some tidying and have a coffee myself?”

“Leave the tidying until tomorrow. You were naughty in the dining room when you spilled wine like the dumb maid you are. And you were bratty in here, having to be told to thank Miss Alicia.”

What? This was outrageous. Eden had complied with every instruction!

“For that reason,” the Bull glanced at his watch, “You shall be in bed in ten minutes. Eight thirty. An hour early for being naughty and disrespectful.”

Knowing she now had power in the new household hierarchy, Alicia said, “Master. It’s all right. Really. I don’t mind.”

“No, Alicia, you can’t be too soft on the domestic servants. They will really take advantage. “So off you go to bed, maid. And I don’t want a peep from you until I see you tomorrow.”

This was outrageous. Worse, should he say ‘yes Master’ or silently leave?

He chose the latter heading for the safety of the kitchen where he couldn’t be bullied. But after he turned off the oven’s extractor and kitchen lights he was totally fuming. This was all wrong. So unfair! Not least he hadn’t meant to be disrespectful! It just sorta happened.

It was only when he was tucked up in bed, in the nightie and panties allowed to him by the Master and Mistress of the House, that his rage gave way to anger at himself. If only he hadn’t spilled the wine, he wouldn’t have ended up in the corner. If only he had spoken to his daughter properly, then he might still be downstairs, enjoying his coffee.

Oh! He must improve as a maid.

At some point he realised he was rubbing his tiny, unyielding chastity cage through his silky panties. He was groaning in a need that could never be fulfilled.

He twisted over, dragging a pillow between his bare smooth thighs and humped it. Despite his brain being foggy with need he remembered his master’s instructions about how he was to wank from now on and hauled a second pillow between his legs. Now his arse was pushed self consciously high. But his need was too great to let the shame stop him. He grinded away at the pillows, feeling himself soak his panties in useless precum.

As he did so, the mantras slowly rolled into his main and he looked at the laptop oblivious as to whether it was on or off, not knowing if the Master was checking on him.

“Thank you Master … I adore you Master ….” A load groan. Oh, if only he could cum. “I adore you Master. I ….”

It was to be a long night for poor Eden. A maid unable to cum, yet dominated and in need, would do anything to be unlocked. Sleep was a merciful release from his torment.

 

 

The elephant in the room, or rather the corner of the room, appeared cute and sexy from the rear as she stood stiffly upright in the corner.

Her tight clothing enhancing her curves, her erect stance, with hands tucked into the frizzy blonde hair, indictive of her submission and punishment.

But like the proverbial elephant, Eden’s plight was known by all in the room, yet, they ignored the maid’s plight – all for different reasons.

Marcus felt at ease as Master of the House. An unchallenged position boosted by him cracking down on the maid’s errant behaviour when serving the wine and slopping it over the glass.

Why the sight of the Bull humiliating her husband excited Erika so much she couldn’t say. But it did! Erika was so dreamily hot, her panties uncomfortably soaked.

For her part, Alicia didn’t know what to say, nor how to act. Her father, the man she respected all her life was stood behind her in the corner, in his maid’s uniform, but thankfully out of sight. Like a naughty child He had been sent there by the bear of man sitting at the head of the table now telling an anecdote about a supplier to his company. It was as if nothing untoward had happened in the house.

The teenage girl could barely take in the Master’s story because of what happened to her father. She had to say something, but what?

For Eden it was all too harrowing to comprehend. Stood like this before his family. Unable to even challenge the punishment which seemed wholly out of step with the misdeed of spilling wine. Hence his indignant rage. The Master was so unfair at times!

He hadn’t done been deliberately clumsy and his daughter had moved her glass as he had poured. She was partly to blame, wasn’t she?

How long he had been stood there he didn’t know because when stuck in the corner, as he had learnt before, time passes in its own dimension. His bottom still stung from the belting he had received from the tawse that afternoon. A punishment he had been assured would help his behaviour and aid him in avoiding punishment. So much for that! God, it was doubly unfair!

If only the Master of the House would unlock the chastity cage, no matter how briefly. If he could quickly cum then he could think clearly. His brain was so foggy he barely made sense of anything.

In a flash, it dawned on Eden that for the first time since he had met the Bull, the punishment inflicted upon him by the Master of the House, wasn’t part of an erotic game to make his wife hot, or satisfy his own submissive needs, nor indeed satisfy the Bull’s sadism. This was a true punishment designed to make Eden see he had been genuinely  naughty and must improve his performance. As such, he now understood how a genuine maid would feel: Helpless, chastised, but in a way, oddly grateful that someone was taking the time to help her become a better maid.

Oh! But why before his own daughter?

He listened to the chatter from the table. He noticed his wife and daughter no longer laughed uproariously at the Master’s jokes. Rather they tittered and giggled, as if self-consciously.

Maybe a half hour had sauntered by, perhaps longer, perhaps only ten minutes, Eden couldn’t tell, when Alicia finally spoke.

Her voice sounded strained, as if she was fearful in speaking.

“Master, I mean, I am not interfering, or anything, it’s just that …” She trailed off.

“Go on,” the Bull said softly.

“Well dad, I mean the maid,” she forced a laugh. “I mean it wasn’t his fault. Not totally.”

At last! Eden sighed with relief. The Bull was finally being told how unfair he was being by punishing him alone.

“Well,” the Bull spoke quietly, “what you must understand is, if the maid thinks she can get away with anything, even some minor error, then she will feel she can get away with something a little bigger. Then a little bigger. Then of course I would be compelled to punish her very severely. So, it is best to nip these matters in the bud.”

Silence for a moment until, a more confident, energetic Alicia said, “Yes. That makes sense. I guess. Sort of spare the rod, spare the child.”

She then giggled to cover her embarrassment as out of sight behind her, the maid winced at being compared with a child by his own daughter.

“Yes, exactly!” The Bull said, “discipline has to be maintained else the consequences are bad for the maid as well as the household.”

Silence again.

“But,” Alicia said, eventually, “how long does she, I mean dad, the maid, have to stay there in the corner?”

“Well, these are matters both you and the Mistress of the House have to face up to, as well as me. I may not be here 24/7. So you two will have to decide on the maid’s punishments.”

Alicia erupted.

“Oh God! No! I couldn’t decide on anything like that with the,” she paused, batting her eyelids with her struggle to find the right word, “maid.”

Laughing good naturedly, the Bull said, “I totally get that. Don’t worry about it. It’s not your problem.”

“Thank you,” Alicia said, breathless with relief.

“If you feel the maid has been naughty then have her stand in the corner and come and tell me. Or even the Mistress of the House. We will decide the punishment if it makes it easier for you.”

Eden gasped. What? What the hell was the Master of the House saying now? His daughter couldn’t tell him to stand in the corner! Hadn’t she just said so much? Oh! If only he was permitted to interject, he would point this out to the Master.

Erika spoke, “It’s easier than you think. The Master has his rules, and we must follow them. You just let him know if the maid is naughty. He will deal with it.” Her eyes grew large as she admired the Bull. “He always does.”

“Mum!” Alicia stretched out her name as if remonstrating with her. “Listen, I don’t know what the games you two are playing, but maybe, like, just maybe, I shouldn’t be involved? Yeh?”

The Bull raised his eyebrows, “Does it look like a game to you?”

“Erm, no. No. It looks mega crazy!”

“I understand that.”

Eden heard the Bull rise from the table and held his breath. Would he be punished again?

“Ok,” the Bull said, “I think another bottle is called for. Especially as little miss fumble fingers over there spilled some of this bottle.

Erika laughed at the joke, “Master I will go and fetch a bottle.”

“Good girl,” the Master said, settling back down in his place as head of the table.

Both mother and daughter melted at the Alpha Male using the term, ‘good girl’.

Alicia wondered how she could elicit that remark for her own behaviour.

So, the drinking and chat continued with good humour again as the Bull told a funny story about a colleague, he played a prank upon.

Eden realised he was totally out of the conversation. His annoyance was subsiding now. Draining into the realisation that had he concentrated he would not have spilled the wine and would not have ended up being punished.

Now he felt disappointed in himself.

Obviously, he was going to be punished if he was silly enough to spill wine so that it splashed over a guest at the table.

What a dizzy maid he felt himself to be. He had to try harder.

He wished he could turn around and apologise to the Master of the House and thank him for the time in the corner to reflect up on his behaviour. He could explain to the Master that the punishment was working.

Surely then he would be freed?

Oh, how his arms ached!

The Master was right, as usual. Eden’s hot bottom should have served as stern warning for the maid, if only he had paid attention to the spanking rather than feeling aggrieved at the punishment.

Maybe he was dumb, just as the Bull kept telling him he was.

Should he find the courage to say something? Even ‘sorry Master’?

But he lacked that nerve. He needed the Bull to unlock his chastity cage and wanted to avoid further punishment. So silence was the best and safest way forward.

It was then that he heard Alicia say something that stopped the conversation:

“Master, hasn’t the maid been punished for long enough?”

The Bull thought for a moment before replying, “I don’t know. Do you think so?”

“Yes,” was all Alicia said. There was uncertainty in her voice.

The Bull nodded and said to his slut, “As the Mistress of the House, do you agree?”

Erika sat bolt upright. Oh God, if she said the wrong thing then the Master might not let her cum tonight.

After a moment’s consideration she replied, “Master, I leave it to you to decide.”

The Master turned his dark eyes back to the younger girl, “But you feel the maid has been sufficiently punished?”

“Yes!”

Alicia’s eyes betrayed indecision. Teenagers are rarely confident of their own views when speaking to adults.

“There you are. You have made your first decision as Miss Alicia of the house.” He clicked his fingers. “Maid come back here and tell me if you have learnt your lesson. We’ll see if Miss Alicia is correct.”

Eden’s eyes grew wide. Had he been called back?

“Maid!” The bull clicked his fingers. “Quickly!”

“Yes Master.”

A further conundrum for the hapless maid. The Master hadn’t said to remove her hands from her head, so should she leave them in place?

This is why the maid felt even more foolish when she reported back to the Master sat at the head of the table. How daft did he look stood to attention with his hands on his blond head?

Once the maid had shuffled into position, the Bull pointed to a spot slightly closer.

Eden immediately edged forward.

The Bull nodded, saying, “So Maid, what lesson has your punishment taught you?”

The nervous, desperate Eden had to get this right if he was avoid returning to the corner.

“Please Master, I must worker harder on my serving skills at the table. And thank you for the punishment, as it has helped me appreciate how naughty I was.”

The Master shook his head as if dispirited. “Maid. Should it be me you are saying these things to? Who did you spill the wine over?”

Eden’s mouth dropped open as if a catch had been removed. To Alicia? He felt sick, a little feint,  just as if the floor and ceiling were rolling around.

He was about to argue but he had become used to the Master of the House’s demeanour when he wasn’t going ready to debate anything with anyone, let alone the maid.

It just could not be happening.

He turned on his Cuban heels, hands still firmly on head, to face his daughter but his eyes couldn’t meet hers. Rather he looked over her head.

“Please Miss Alicia,” he swallowed, his voice sounding squeaky, “I, I, erm, promise not to be so incompetent again.”

There was sharp pat to Eden’s bottom as the Bull spoke, “Explain to the young Miss how the punishment helps you be obedient and competent.”

Eden closed his eyes. His breath became short. He had to fight back the tears of total humiliation.

“Please Miss Alicia, I am so grateful for the Master putting me in the corner, where I could contemplate my failings and vow not to repeat them.”

With Alicia unsure as how to respond, the room fell into a deafening hush.

The Bull said, “young lady, do you think the maid is repentant? Do you think she has learnt her lesson?”

Alicia said, “Oh yes, Master. She is very contrite.”

The Bull nodded, “Do you see. You can become a Miss in my household! Good girl.”

That adorable phrase from an Alpha male!

A huge smile swept over Alicia’s face. “Thank you  Master. I owe it all to you.”

From where had those words emerged? She was thanking him as if he truly was the Master of the House.

“Excellent” The Bull announced. “Maid, thank the young Miss for releasing you from the corner.”

“Yes Master.” Eden swallowed. Oh God this was painfully hard, his eyes desperately avoiding those of his daughter. “Please Miss Alicia, I am most grateful for you releasing me from my punishment.”

Without catching his eyes, Alicia said quietly, “You are welcome.”

“So,” the Bull said, rising form his seat. “We will go to the sitting room while the maid is a good maid and clears the table and tidies up in here. Oh, maid, three coffees too.”

“Yes Master.”

Eden kept his hands on his head, still avoiding looking at his daughter and wife.

Feeling her panties dampen being in the presence of a confident Alpha male Alicia left the room with a smile on her face.

Erika’s knees were so weak from mindless lust that she could barely walk. She reached the Master, put her arms tight around his neck and bit at his chin, as if she were devouring him.

Her voice was low, guttural, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I need you deep inside me. Now. Now!”

“Haven’t you been warned about your language, young lady?”

Dreamy eyed she banged her forehead against his solid chest. “I don’t care. I just need it so bad. So, so, bad”

The Bull laughed. “Don’t you dare even finger yourself until I get you into the bed!”

“Master, I can’t wait. Please. I am in need!”

She rubbed her thigh up against his like a dog in heat.

“Do you need to be punished before the young miss as well?”

She shook her head, her hair sweeping back and forth.

“Then you do not swear! And you will be a good girl and wait!”

She emitted a deep moan, more animal than human, and with half closed eyes left the room.

Eden had never before seen his wife behave like that. He was in shock. She would have cum on the spot had the Master commanded her to do so.

With hands still enmeshed in his hair, he looked at the Master of the House and realised he truly was the Master, and he, Eden the maid. This wasn’t a game. This was happening.

Which made it easy and natural for him to say to the Bull, “Master, may I remove my hands from my head?”

“After I have left the room, you dumb bitch.”

“Yes Master.”

Suddenly the Master was wagging his finger in the frightened maid’s face.

“You ever embarrass me again when we have guests, and it will be the worse for you. Got it?”

“Yes Master, of course Master.”

When the bull departed, Eden waited a moment and then removed his hands from his curly hair. He even felt naughty doing so out of sight of the Bull, after being given permission to do so.

It had been a lesson well learnt yet still difficult to process. Perhaps Eden would never process it. But at that moment he vowed to himself to be the best, most obedient, well-behaved maid a Master could want.

Of course, a person’s ambitions, as lowly as they might be, are often more difficult to attain than might be expected.

 

 

Being on your best behaviour you would think would be perfectly straight forward. All Eden had to do was be obedient, polite and deferential while serving the dinner he had made of salmon and vegetables.

Eden realised that the Master of the House had been absolutely correct when he pointed out that giving the maid a red hot, sore bottom would concentrate her mind. Though the results of the spanking were also distracting and could lead to below par work. After all his flaming buttocks rubbed against the nylon of the tights, and the trousers were so constricting that whenever he leaned forward his clothing seemed to abrasively grind over his sore buttocks, like sand paper.

Preparing the meal had involved a few oohs and one or two squeals, every time the maid moved.

Obviously, he took full care to ensure that the plates were hot, a particular requirement of the Master of the House, and that the white wine, for the Mistress of the House, was chilled.

The red wine, for the Master, had been opened for almost two hours to breathe, Eden had checked the clock when he did so, just in case the Master asked how long it had been opened.

The table was laid to perfection, with various glasses for wine and water, side by side, and cutlery placed perfectly around the table mats, like a photo in an advert for dining ware.

He had turned off the main light of the dining room and turned on the uplighters, something his wife, Erika, insisted up on for a meal.

Satisfied that all is in place, he nibbled his lip as double checked all the points of the dinner, before using the dining room bell to summon the diners.

Again, all went well.

Eden held his breath as he stood to onside of the door, hands behind back, shoulders pulled rearwards making his A sized bra push out  his pretend breasts. He kept his head bowed.

The Master had whispered something to Erika as she entered, making her burst out with a spluttering guffaw.  How Eden wished he was permitted to know what they said to each other in private.

As they took their places at either end of the impeccably set  table, so the Master and Mistress of the house took out their napkins and laid them over their laps.

Oh! The Master of the house had glanced across to Eden making the poor maid hold her breath in trepidation. Was something out of place?

“Maid, summon the young miss. The family must dine together.”

“Yes Master, of course Master.”

Using the bell to ring up the stairs, Eden raised his voice, but only slightly, not wishing to offend the Master before his meal.

“Oh, Miss Alicia? Miss Alicia? Dinner is served.”

Silence from upstairs. Oh no. Would Eden get in to trouble for not bringing her down?

Louder, more firmly, “Miss Alicia?”

Then a door opened, music was heard, which was immediately turned off. The door slammed shut and Alicia descended the stairs in her tight jeans and tee shirt, breasts bouncing.

“For God’s sake, dad! I heard you the first time!”

She pushed passed the maid with a disparaging tut.

Eden opened his mouth to remonstrate with the little madam when he just caught himself. His eyes went straight to the Master of the House, who raised his eyebrows in the maid’s direction. As if saying, do not dare!

And of course, Eden didn’t dare. His bottom was already tender.

Inwardly, Eden seethed. Here he was locked up in the constricted chastity, feeling his body and tights grip and compress him into shape, with his humiliating curly blonde hair. Worse, he wasn’t even permitted to tell his own daughter to behave herself with guests present.

Taking the chair nearest Eden, so that her back was to her father, ensuring she didn’t have to look at him, she slumped back and looked at the dinner before her. Exhaling a sigh rich in contempt for the adults, she kept her eyes on her plate.

Marcus was pissed off with the young lady’s conduct, but hid it behind a friendly smile.

“Maid, pour the wine.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eden felt as if at any moment he might let the cold, slippery bottle slide from his hands leaving it to crash to the floor. His tummy was in knots as he poured for the Mistress of the House first, as he had been instructed.

“Thank you, maid,” Erika said, grinning at Marcus.

He then tentatively poured wine into the Master’s glass, his hand shaking.

All eyes were on the nervous maid as he held the bottle over Alicia’s glass.

Should he ask if she wanted a drink? Dare he speak?

Alicia erupted.

“For God’s sake Dad. I’ll pour my own!”

She snatched the bottle from the shocked maid’s grasp.

The Bull flicked a few fingers at Eden who knew instantly what was required of him. He stepped back from the table and put his hands behind his back to await the next instruction. Thankfully Alicia was looking away from him, yet it didn’t hide his burning shame.

Actually, the meal went well.

Marcus told a few stories, that, with the wine flowing freely, went down well. Alicia found herself giggling at this macho male’s exuberant confidence. He no longer seemed the irritating ogre she had met earlier that day.

Rather his self-assurance made her feel at ease, and she laughed freely at humorous story after story.

When she told a tale of her own, from her first week in college, the Master of the House was all ears. Hanging onto every word. Even when she messed up the ending, he laughed before adding a witty quip.

Soon the room was a lively cauldron of laughter and incessant chatter.

How frustrating for the maid, to stand aside and not even be permitted to speak. Indeed, with his bottom already aching from the afternoon’s spanking, he dared not even laugh. This was a nightmare! He was little more than an object for the use of those indulging in their meal.

“Maid!”

Oh My god.

The Master of the House had called out to him twice! He was so adrift in his own selfish misery that he hadn’t heard the summons.

The Bull was holding up the empty wine bottle.

Oh!

“Yes, Master, straight away master.”

He fled the raucous room , heading for the wine cooler fridge in the corner of the kitchen.

He took out another bottle and kept saying to himself to slow down. Oh, God, if his trembling hands dropped it then there would be all hell to pay!

So, to calm himself down he paused at the kitchen door, eyes closed, shoulders pulled back so far back he could feel the straps dig into his flesh. He slowed to a deliberate amble, carrying the bottle warily in both hands.

Back in the dining room Alicia was giggling about a boy she met at college who was too nervous to ask her out.

The thought of his daughter being asked out at college by all sorts of guys turned Eden’s tummy. He placed the bottle on a side table and unscrewed the icy top.

Alicia said, “I mean, how can I look up to a guy like that?”

The Master of the House, barked, “What a pussy”

And both women laughed.

Steeling himself to work diligently, he poured the Mistress of the House’s glass first, but she was to besot with the Bull to even notice. He then replenished the Master’s glass, again being ignored.

What should he do about Alicia’s glass?

Holding his breath, he hovered the bottle over the glass but didn’t pour.

Impatiently, Alicia said, “Just pour it, will you?”

Despite being spoken to like that, it came as a relief for the maid to be told what to do. Eden poured the glass and took the bottle back to the small table.

He felt as if he had won a gold medal at the Olympics. Success!

“Stand to attention, maid,” the Master barked.

Oh! Eden had completely forgotten himself. In his relief at performing his duties correctly he had totally forgotten himself and relaxed. He stood, with shoulders back, hands behind back.

Alicia laughed, “I could get used to having a maid.”

“Exactly,” the Bull said, leaning towards her, “Who wouldn’t.”

“Just, it seems kinda crazy. You know. Your own dad skipping around in his maid get up,” she mimicked a sissy, “’Oh please may I open the door for you.’ ‘Please may I close it for you’.” She giggled. “I mean, like, you know?”

“I did explain all this to you earlier, young lady,” the Master of the House pointed out.

“Oh yeh. Sure. The immersive experience and everything. And we all gotta contribute. Yeh, I guess so. But it’s all a bit weird, you know?”

Erika said, “You’ll get used to it. Just think, no more ironing.”

Alicia laughed. “No more ironing? Wow! I buy that!”

Erika looked to her Master for approval. She knew how much Alicia despised ironing. She could be a bit of a slob at times, hence the state of her room. But troublingly, the Master’s attention was fully on her daughter.

Finally, Marcus smiled back at his slut. But he was smiling because his own plan was slotting in to place. Yup! The cuck’s wife got it! The dumb arsed maid was slipping down the pecking order in the household. And the dumb fuck had a good deal further to fall.

The Bull felt an erection swell in his pants. He loved winning and would do whatever it took to gain first prize.

He looked at his new sought after first prize, the eighteen year old daughter of the man he had spanked and put into his place as a maid.

“You know, young lady,” he began.

“God, I love it when you call me that. Young lady!” She laughed and held up her already drained glass shaking it in the air.

Eden’s eyes widened. Eh? Oh. It required refilling.

He stepped forward and meticulously dispensed some wine slowly into the moving glass. He didn’t want to let a drop fall onto the table cloth, the consequences would be too dreadful to contemplate.

When it was full, Alicia snatched the glass away , took a slurp before placing the glass on the table. She rested her chin on her palm, her elbow on the table and stared into the dreamy eyes of this dominant male.

“You were saying? ‘Young lady’, you said,” she giggled.

Eden was annoyed. She shouldn’t have her elbows on the table. That was a complete no-no in his household.

“Yeh,” the Bull said, “you just do whatever you are comfortable with. Nothing more. The maid is my responsibility.”

Stealing a quick glance over her shoulder at the bowed head of the maid, Alicia blushed.

“That sounds fair, I guess,” the teenager said. Her eyes narrowed with mischief,  “So I gotta call you, Master, yes?”

“That’s it. And the Mistress of the House is addressed as Mistress or Mistress of the House.”

Laughing, Alicia did a finger wave at her mother, “Hi Mistress of the House!”

Erika laughed.

“And I’m, what? The princess round here?”

“If you want,” Marcus smiled. “But you should be Miss Alicia to the maid, but Alicia to the rest of us. How does that sound?”

“Hmm.” She slid her wine glass around on the tablecloth watching the golden fluid rise and fall around the glass. “Maybe. I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough!” Boomed the Bull as if a decision had been reached.

Erika, leaned towards her daughter, “It would be much easier if we all followed the same plan you know.”

Nodding, Alicia said, “I know.”

“Maid!” the Master of the House said, “fill the glasses. Let us have a drink to those courageous enough to take on responsibility!”

Jumping to life, Eden, began by filling his wife’s glass with his shaking hand. When would this ordeal be over, and he could retreat to the safety and security of the kitchen? The kitchen was a wonderfully safe place for a maid, the Master and Mistress only using it for breakfast and occasionally lunch.

Why the following occurred, would dwell on Eden’s mind for a long time afterwards.

Perhaps it was these comforting thoughts that distracted Eden. Perhaps it was the fact that he was following the chat about nomenclature without being able to put in his own thoughts. It could have been the frustrations of feeling invisible to those around  the table whom he served.

Maybe it was his outfit, whose gripping, silky tightness erotically reminded him of his station with every move. Maybe it was his tiny chastity cage from which he knew there was no escape without the Master of the House releasing him.

Few realise the many tortuous thoughts that fill a maid’s mind, distracting her from tasks in hand. No wonder most maids are continuously punished throughout the day.

What ever the reason, then it happened.

So it was that Eden leaned over and made to pour wine into the glass of his daughter, now Miss Alicia, when she raised the glass up, ostensibly to help the maid by taking it closer to the bottle.

The glass went in one direction, the wine in the other.

In slow motion the golden liquid poured onto Miss Alicia’s plate, splashing onto her tee shirt.

Alicia screamed.

Shock!

Eden was so mortified that he couldn’t think what to do. So the wine continued to pour as if the maid was frozen into inaction.

“Maid!” Barked the Bull. “Stop!”

Eden righted the bottle and began jabbering, barely coherently.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Alicia. I didn’t mean to. Really.” He stared terrified at the Master of the House. “Should I get a cloth, Master?”

As if saddened by the maid’s incompetence, Marcus simply shook his head, and spoke quietly, like a headmaster disappointed with a pupil on open day. “Girl, you have caused enough trouble for one day. Go and stand in the corner.”

With that Marcus raised his own napkin to dab at the pools of wine on the table.

Eden was frozen to the spot. What, the corner? Now? In front of Alicia? Surely not! The Master of the House had made a mistake.

Eden couldn’t stand shamefully in the corner before his own daughter.

So the bewildered husband stood, open mouthed and wide eyed, as now Erika joined the dabbing of the fluid pooling around Alicia.

Marcus paused for a moment to look at the agitated maid.

“Girl? Do I need to repeat myself?”

Oh God, that terrifying low tone the Bull used when emphasising a point to the maid. It was quiet. Determined. A sort of don’t mess with me, I don’t expect to be disobeyed.

“No Master. It’s just that … I thought ….”

Then the chilling glare from the Master’s dark eyes. That look that instantly put an end to any talking back.

Placing the bottle carefully on the table, Eden, in mind numbing shock walked slowly towards the corner of the dining room. Surely there had been some inadvertent mistake on the part of the Master of the House.

Soon they would all realise the error and how they would all laugh when Eden reached the corner.

But there was no laughter. As the light blue paint of the walls filled his view, as his shadow grew large against the wall, he found himself inches from the stonework.

Surely now, the Master of the House would demand to know what the maid was doing standing in the corner like a naughty child and haul her back. How they would all laugh at Eden’s silliness.

“Hands on head, girl!”

“Yes, Master.”

His fingers threaded themselves into his blonde curls.

What? He was really to stand in the corner?

Before his family? He felt sick.

“Legs straight girl! Quickly!”

“Yes, Master!”

Eden brought his legs together in the tight trousers, staring with horror at the miniscule lumps in the wall.

He heard his heart thumping in his chest beneath the figure controlling, girly underwear.

He was in a nightmare over which he had no control.

Incongruously, his little dick tried to inflate and pumped out a little precum into his panties. Now he was wet and uncomfortable as well as mortifyingly helpless before his entire family.