To Austin, it seemed that his wife, Riley was hanging onto her new lover Corbin as if she were totally in lust with him. Like a moon orbiting a planet she couldn’t part from him.

Though there was truth in the husband’s thought, the real reason for Riley clinging onto her hunky lover, was that her legs felt so weak. The sight of her flushed hubby in his gorgeous maid’s uniform scurrying to the garage on the instruction of her lover was sending her mind into dizzy eroticism.

Her mouth hung open, exposing her perfect white teeth, her eyes were droopy, half closed. She was a sex object for Corbin, her lover, and she loved it.

Of course, Corbin was oblivious to how she looked, he just loved having her draped over him. His attention was fixed on the flustered male maid. He loved how the dumb sissy was trying to grasp back the initiative. For Corbin, it was like a rugby match when you have to keep trouncing your opposite number. Every time he gets up, you put him straight back down.

They were back in the living room with Austin bursting to let them know what he thought of that stupid prank!

“Mistress,” he began, not wishing to upset her, so addressing her as instructed, “I feel I have to say that was total madness. Anyone could have seen me. People in the street, passing cars. God, a police car could have been going by!”

Corbin laughed merrily, “Yeh. How often do you get the police patrolling this expensive neighbourhood? Like, never?”

Riley giggled, no longer feeling a need to disguise her laughter when Corbin teased her husband or cover her mouth when he did so. “Oh maid, sir here was in charge. He’d have looked after you.” She looked up at her hulking lover, “Wouldn’t you, Sir.”

“Yeh, sure. Of course. Don’t worry about it, maid.”

Sighing through his nose to make a point and doing his best to ignore the brute in his living room, Austin said, “Mistress I really think we should have a chat in the kitchen!”

Corbin settled down on to the sofa, his long, athlete’s legs appearing odd, like those of a preying mantis as he sat. He pulled a squealing Riley into his lap, with her long bare legs kicking in shock.

Corbin embraced her, flaunting his ownership of the sissy’s wife before the hubby.

He smiled easily as he said, “Just unwind. You did really well out there, maid.”

Had he done well? Austin studied the dark skinned man, seeing if he was taking the piss, but he appeared quite genuine. Austin was being complimented by this guy who said it as it was.

Corbin continued, slowly, a man who will speak as long as he likes knowing people won’t dare interrupt him. “I’ve had loads of experiences with you sissy maids. And I have to tell you, some would have panicked. Cried even. But you did really well. You set your mind to it, and went and fetched the rope, as instructed, even though you were terrified.”

“Well sir,” Austin cleared his throat, not expecting the praise, and feeling somewhat flattered, “I guess, I did do that. And,” he added, to make the point, “I was scared.”

Riley dropped down her chin so her dumb maid couldn’t see the was unable to prevent a broad grin getting bigger. Her husband was swallowing all the flannel from her lover. God he could be dumb. Yet bizarrely, he looked so damned cute in his maid uniform, blushing before her lover.

“There you go,” Corbin announced. “Now, how about you fetch me a sharp knife and bring me that cream coloured coil of rope. Will you do that for me?”

It was a request made in such a sweet manner that Austin’s sissy brain overrode all his previous angst and uncertainties. He loved the thought of being an obedient, highly competent maid. One that would be admired by the people he served.

Austin headed to the kitchen to fetch the medium length serrated edged knife from the knife block. That was the sharpest implement they had.

While the maid was in the kitchen, Corbin whispered to the sexiest wife he had ever met, “Just watch this. We’ll have a bit of fun with your maid. You tell me if you think I’m going too far.”

Going too far? Her eyes widened, she wanted him to go as far as he wanted, but didn’t say so, in case she appeared cruel. So, she licked her pink lips, nodded and settled under his arm, ready for the show.

The enthusiastic maid was already scurrying back in his heels with the knife, which he handed to the relaxed Corbin. To Austin, Corbin suddenly appeared less the bully of his memories and more a relaxed alpha male, coolly making himself man of the house.

“Good girl,” Corbin said, making Riley giggle, “Now, have you forgotten the rope?”

“Oh no, Sir. Sorry Sir!”

Austin jumped towards where he had set down the two coils. He picked up the hefty spool of cream rope, as instructed, and gave it to Corbin with both hands.

“Good girl,” Corbin said as if genuinely impressed with the compliant actions of the maid.

Austin felt thrilled.

“Now maid,” Corbin said. “Why don’t you be a good girl and fetch me one of your dining room chairs. Then set it down in front of us.”

Nodding, a breathless Austin headed straight for the dining room.

As soon as he was out of the door, Corbin whispered to the hot wife, “You tell me if you get uncomfortable, all right?”

Oh my God, Riley’s mind was shutting down with sensory overload. What the hell was he going to do to Austin that he thought would upset her? Whatever it was, she needed to see it. Had she ever been so wet between her legs before?

The maid came bustling in with a high back chair from the dining table and placed it before the couple on the sofa. It was an elegantly simple design, with a narrow back.

“No,” Corbin announced firmly, noting with pleasure the horrified expression on the cute maid’s face at being in error. “Further away.”

Nodding, Austin moved the chair back a couple of feet, his eyes fixed on Corbin for validation that he had put the chair in the right place.

Corbin said, “Just back a little more. A foot. You got it. Good girl.”

Good girl! Austin felt thrilled. He had been called a good girl for the second time. His dick filled the chastity cage with frustrated throbbing.

Corbin turned to the hot wife. “You ever tied up your maid?”

She winced, forced to explain, “Yeh. But I’m shit at it. He always gets out. He says I don’t do it right.”

Corbin brushed her hair, “Hey! Don’t beat yourself up! Right? You never do that when I am around!”

No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her mouth fell open, then she grinned. “Okay.”

“Let me show you. Maid, get your cute arse over here and put your hands behind your back.”

Austin obeyed with a giggle. He was about to be tied up, just like in all his fantasies. Moreover, restrained by a man who clearly knew what he was doing. As he approached, he became aware of the sour, musky odour of Corbin. He and Riley wore fragrant perfume, so his aroma was clear and obvious, and not unattractive. Austin would like to have put his nostrils right up to the large man’s shirt and sniffed in the intoxicating smell. But obviously couldn’t!

“Now,” he announced to the attentive Riley, “I like to have six-foot lengths.”

Corbin held the rope and stretched out his arms until the cord was about six foot in width. He made a visual mark and then cut through it.

“A few of these will do pretty much all we need.”

Riley paid attention in the way she did back at school when she was class swot, as Corbin sliced off four segments, each of the required six foot. He dropped the remaining length, which was about two feet, on the floor next to the sofa.

“All right. So the next thing is how you have your maid’s hands. Some like them tied together, others like them tied together but facing away from each other. Others like them crossed at the wrists. You can choose in future. But this time, I’ll tie them facing each other.”

Corbin was pleased to see the maid push her wrists together at the rear of her skirt, just near the bow of the frilly white apron. He loved submissive cucks. You could torment them all you liked, and they would always come back for more, so long as you took them step by step into their surrender.

This was too easy!

“I like to make the bondage look good, so just watch this. I fold the rope in half then wrap it around the wrists like this and push the two free lengths through the loop in the rope. The you can pull it tight.”

With her mouth dangling open she took in every word, but it was tough to concentrate when she was so electrified by the scene.

Concentrating on his actions, he said, “Then coil it around again, but further up the wrist. Like a pattern. See? It looks much better than those guys who just tie it around the hands in some big ugly mess.”

She watched as her husband’s hands were secured by the thick rope. Corbin was now holding the two free lengths in his hands.

“So you bind this, in a loop going under the wrists and bringing both ends up to secure them. Just tie them in a cinch.”

She watched as he tugged on the free ends and saw the entire hand bondage pulled strictly tight.

“Don’t go mad here. You don’t want your maid having circulation problems. Just make the bondage snug. Then tie it off. A double knot will do.”

Wow. Her sissy hubbie’s hands were bound firmly together. No way could he escape from that.

Corbin held the bound hands, “Can you see, that no way is she going to get her fingers around to that knot? She stays tied until you decide otherwise.”

Riley groaned with pleasure. What a thought. She will tie him up in future knowing that he can never escape until she permits it!

For Austin, he was quite simply out of it. Totally in his vacuous sissy head space. He was wearing his favourite maid’s uniform and best heels in front of his wife and her lover. His dick spurted into his panties. The thought that he was experiencing the same dampness between his legs as a girl pushed his arousal further.

“Sit on the chair, maid,” Corbin said, without any stresses in the words. It was simply a casual statement to be obeyed.

Austin did so, pressing his thighs together, he didn’t want to appear unfeminine as he settled on to the firm wooden seat. His bound hands pressed uncomfortably up against the rear of the chair.

Corbin chuckled, “Hands behind the chair, dumb bitch!”

Riley giggled at her husband’s foolishness and even Austen chuckled.

Having to stand again, before sitting and pushing his arms around the rear of the chair, Austin settled onto the seat, aware that his short, flared skirt had ridden up to expose his suspenders attached to the stockings. He hated that. The slutty sight, it seemed to him, detracted from the elegance of the outfit.

Those who enjoy bondage love the thrill of helplessness. That is, they enjoy it until there is a point at which they wish to perform an action that is denied them because of being restrained. It can be as simple as wishing to scratch your nose. In this case, it was Austin wanting to settle the flared skirt further down his thighs to cover his stocking tops.

Corbin held out a length of rope to Riley, “You give it a go. The maid’s ankles need tying. She is your maid. So have a try.”

“Oh, I couldn’t!” Riley actually took a step back from the ropes offered to her. “I’m hopeless.”

The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint this masculine male.

“Just do as I showed you. You’ll be fine.”

She accepted the cord as if it were radioactive. Her eyes grew helplessly large as she sought guidance from her Bull.”

“Just tell your maid to put her ankles together.”

Oh God! What if Austin disobeyed her? She would feel ridiculous before this confident man.

“Maid,” she said swallowing, avoiding her husband’s eyes, “put your ankles together please.”

For Austin this was exhilarating, so he quickly complied, feeling his heels rub together and his stockinged ankles touch.

Riley looked to her lover for encouragement, and received it:

“Great! So you recall what happens next?”

In her short strappy, red dress, Riley knelt on the floor, doubled the rope and wrapped it around her maid’s ankles.

“Like this?” She asked.

“Great. Just thread the ends through the loop and pull it tight.”

She followed the instructions, feeling her breathing growing shallow.

Corbin crouched next to her, his eyes as much on her half-exposed breasts as her handiwork around the maid’s ankles.

“So just wrap it around again, above where you’ve done it. You want it to look good.”

She did so, wishing beyond wish that Corbin would take over the bondage.

“Great. Now pull the free ends between the ankles wrapping them securely around the ropes.

Her fingers felt like sausages, yet somehow, she managed to do it.

“Now just tie them together. Two knots. Just a little tighter. Great. Mustn’t be too tight, else you’ll be constantly loosening the bonds through the night. And that’s a pain.”

For Austin, this was sheer exhilaration. He was truly bound, just as he had always wanted to be. Self bondage is never satisfying because you know you can release the ties. Riley had never been adept at tying him up. He had always manged to escape from her previous attempts, but he knew from pulling on the wrist bonds that nothing gave.

Spurting through his chastity into his panties, he just needed to be able to cum. What he would give to be unlocked from the plastic chastity cage and spurt his load. But he needed to see how this scene would play out first. His old school bully seemed a much nicer, warmer person. A guy he trusted to tie him up like this.

Riley stood up with a grin, seeking more praise from this solid masculine man.

Corbin grinned, realising she needed his acknowledgement. Now she was dependent upon his approval she had already crossed the line into being his.

“Brilliant, baby. Just magic.”

Her shoulders rose as she took in a deep breath and exhaled with joyous pride. She had actually impressed him.

“So your maid is tied up tight and cannot escape. But we want her fixed in position so she cannot move.”

Riley nodded as if she understood this, but she didn’t.

He offered her a third length.

“Fold it in half like you just did with the ankle tie.”

The couple were standing to one side of Austin, and he had to turn in his bonds to see what was happening next. How could one length of rope stop him from moving?

Riley bent the rope double and awaited the next instruction.

“Great. So fold it between the maid’s ankles and then pull the free ends up to her wrists.”

Stooping down she did as instructed, gaining more confidence in herself and her actions.

It was a bit of a squeeze pulling the looped rope between the maid’s legs, but she succeeded.

“Now just yank the looped end and free end back to the wrists behind the chair.”

She did so, forcing Austin into bending his legs under the chair seat and off the floor.

“Push the looped end between her wrists, above the bonds. That’s it and push the free ends through the loop. Now tug it tight.”

Austin squealed, “Oh!”, as his ankles were drawn up to the underside of the seat and his wrists pulled downwards making him sit up straight.

“Magic,” Corbin said. “Just tie the loose ends to the back rest of the chair.”

She did so, constantly waiting for Corbin to tell her she was doing it wrong. As she pulled the knots tight, she realised how helpless her husband was now. His stocking legs were held up so high beneath the seat, that his heels couldn’t touch the floor. His arms tugged down so firmly that he had to remain sat up straight, his tiny false boobs sticking out through the front of his maid’s dress.

“Oh, heavens,” she said, covering her mouth with her hands.

Corbin folded an arm around her bare shoulders, pulling her so that they were stood before her trussed up hubbie. He loved making husbands totally helpless before taking the wife, making the wife his.

He was electrified to feel the wife settle into his arms, her head pulled back, awaiting a kiss. Why did women always submit so readily to him when he had cowed their husbands?

They kissed before the maid.

Again, Austin felt the thrill of the bondage give way to painful annoyance. Suddenly he hated seeing his beautiful wife in the arms of another man. Austin tried to tug at his bonds but found he simply could barely move a muscle. He was held in place by this lout’s expertise in bondage.

He tried hard to obtain some degree of leverage yet couldn’t. He was held in place while looking at his wife kissing this man as if she was in love with him.

Riley felt her Bull lift his head away from the kiss, so simply stayed firmly in place waiting to be kissed by him again.

“You learn fast,” Corbin said to her.

“Thank you,” she said, barely able to breathe.

“I want to teach you a few more things. Things that’ll keep your maid in her place.”

Austin cleared his throat and tried not to reveal how cowed he was, as he said, “They are good ties.”

Though Riley smiled at him, feeling the words were a compliment, Austin could see that Corbin was riled.

Corbin became very serious, as he said to Riley, “Do you want to hear from your dumb cuck of a maid while we have time together?”

Riley feigned an amused gasp,

Corbin said, “Take off your panties.”

The hot wife stared with shocked eyes at her lover.

Corbin said, “Quickly.”

Blushing and grinning, keeping her eyes from her bound husband, she reached beneath her short red dress, and drew down her red lacy panties to her ankles. With an awkward hop, and close to stumbling, she pulled them off her heels.

She looked lost as she held the delicate red lingerie in her hand.

The Bull snatched it from her and in a single movement pushed it beneath her dress and between her bare legs. He was clearly mopping up her juices.

Squealing before letting her mouth fall open in shock, Riley spread her legs and closed her eyes. She loved his invasion of her vagina. Somehow it made it more intense to have it done to her before her immobilized husband.

She groaned hoarsely, obviously aroused.

Corbin’s movements were quick. He snatched the panties out from beneath her dress and offered them to Austin.

“Open your mouth maid.”

Staring at the sopping red lingerie, saturated with his wife’s love juices, Austin could make out a thicker, more yellow substance. It was only when he realised the nature of that second substance that Corbin used his free hand to hold Austin’s nostrils painfully closed. It was the Bull’s semen. And now it was in his mouth.

As soon as Austin opened his mouth for breath, so the drenched article was forced into his mouth, ending up as a wet ball on his tongue.

It was disgusting. Austin automatically tried to push it out.

But Corbin simply had to keep a finger on the panties to hold them in place.

“Listen up maid. You be a good girl and keep them in your mouth. You only spit them out in an emergency, like wanting to tell us you need a pee. Got it?”

Corbin spoke with such authority that Corbin’s mind simply froze solid. He didn’t know what would happen if he spat them out, but he also didn’t want to know. Somehow that would reduce him further in his wife’s eyes.

So he found himself nodding yes to the command form his former school bully.

Yet the entire notion of being bound as a maid, gagged before his wife and his lover removed any sense from his mind. His brain was overridden by the sissy virus that only other sissies know of. His brain became complaint and horny. His dick hardened, betraying him.

Corbin smiled and said, “Good girl.”

Oh, God, those words again. As humiliated as he was, Austin loved hearing them from the Bull.

“Thing is,” Corbin said to Riley, “we need some noise cancelling headphones. You got any?”

A little shocked, she said. “Yes. Next to that Alexa device, on the cabinet.”

Corbin picked them up, saw they were wireless and grinned down at the submissive hubby, from whom he was going to take everything. Stupid unsuspecting dumb arsed sissy. They are all the same, he thought. Their little useless dicks leading them into trouble, and they don’t even know what’s happening to them, even as it is happening.

Smiling down at Riley, he said, “We don’t want the maid hearing what you’re going to learn, do we?”

Riley giggled, not quite knowing what he meant.

“Always best to keep the maids in ignorance.” His wicked sneer grew larger as he looked at the powerless cuck, “That right, maid?”

Austin knew it was a rhetorical question and simply looked away from the commanding Bull.

Corbin pulled the head set over his own ears and said, “Alexa, play children’s music. For the under fives.”

Through the headphones Austin heard, Alexa say, “Playing children’s music for the under fives from Amazon.”

Riley giggled at the mention of children’s music but felt bewildered. What on earth was this powerful man up to with her Hubbie?

Corbin said, “Alexa, louder.” After a moment he said, “Alexa, louder.”

When he pulled off the headset, Riley could hear a familiar musical track, that she couldn’t quite place.

Corbin pushed the headphones over the pixie hair style of the dumb hubby, adjusting them tightly around his head.

Then he laughed. The poor, dumb fuck wouldn’t be able to get free from the grip of the headphones. This was hilarious.

“Now, babe, I’m going to give you the sort of fucking you have only dreamed about.”

Riley’s eyelids half closed, “Oh my God! Please. Yes.”

She so needed to be screwed by this manly male.

“Then I’m going to tell you all the secrets of being a dominant Mistress of the House and keeping your airhead of a maid in her place!”

They both laughed as he took her in his arms and they, in unison turned to look down at the puzzled looking maid. As Corbin gripped her tightly, talking ownership of another man’s wife, with their cheeks together as they took in the sight of the helplessly bound Hubbie, and laughed loudly.

Not that Austin could hear them, or indeed anything, other than the merry singing of, “The Wheels of the Bus go round and round …”

He could see his former school bully holding his wife tight and had the painful sight of her body melting into the Bull’s with total submission. He watched Corbin say something that made his wife submit even more before they looked at him and their mouths were wide open laughing at him.

He jerked at his bonds but couldn’t move a centimetre. He was held perfectly placed to watch his nemesis take his own wife on his sofa.

No, this wasn’t what he wanted!

He mewed into the disgusting gag.

 

 

5

 

Austin always saved ironing her handkerchiefs and panties for the end of his laundry duties. Not only were they the easiest items to iron but also the most fun. There was a warm rewarding feeling as he watched the crinkled silky materials being smoothed into elegant, adorable clothing.

The thrill of gently handling her delightful panties was never lost on him.

So it was that he was lost in his own erotic reverie when the front door slammed shut, shaking him awake from his pleasure.

She was back!

At last.

She would glance around the utility room, at all her dresses, skirts and blouses hung neatly up, freshly laundered and would no doubt release him from his chastity cage as a reward.

He felt a spring of joy build up in his very being as he made his way elegantly into the living room pressing down his short, flared maid’s skirt.

So it was that he adopted his one knee before the other pose that he knew Riley cherished.

It is often true that a silly sissy’s maids dream can come crashing down around her with booming destruction.

Shock. Two people entered the living room.

His wife’s dress was wrinkled, caught up at the hem, exposing more of her wonderfully tanned legs than the dress maker intended. Her blonde hair was a mess of frizzed out straw, so obvious when she was normally as immaculate as a model. Oh, but that grin of hers. A sadistic smile, drifting up the one side of her cheek at the sight of her cowed maid of a husband.

The reason for her grin was standing slightly behind her.

He was big, that way that masculine males can be. Filling what was clearly an expensive grey suit. He was African Caribbean black, his own grinning face decorated with stubble. He had a neat blue tie and a white shirt that wasn’t fully tucked into his trousers, as if he had dressed in a hurry.

His arm curled around Austin’s wife’s bare shoulders. An act of proprietary ownership.

Riley feeling her new lover’s muscled arm gather her to her lover’s smooth as silk suit. So she dipped down a little to let her should push under his arm pit. An act of submission.

This was all wrong for the maid husband.

Austin was betrayed. How dare Riley bring home a man without them both checking him out.

“Hello maid,” Riley smiled. “Been busy?”

He couldn’t speak. He wanted to say, ‘Yes Mistress’, but couldn’t. How could he address her as Mistress in front of this arrogant male.

She used the maid’s troubled silence to say, “Maid, say hello to my lover, Corbin.”

Corbin!

His school bully.

Standing before him, huge, so full of himself. With his damned arm around Austin’s wife!

Like a bursting memory, Austin could immediately smell the school disinfectant and hear the echoing classroom door slams.

His senses were cast back ten years to when Corbin tormented him so horribly.

This was all so wrong!

Austin felt his penis shrivel in his chastity cage.

“Maid?” Riley asked, adopting an act of innocence, “Did you not hear me? Say hello to Corbin, like a good little maid.”

He swallowed and said, “Hello Corbin,” but his mouth was so dry that his tongue seemed to get stuck against the roof of his mouth.

Corbin and Riley laughed.

“Oh, silly maid. You cannot use the first name of my lover. Now,” She studied him, hoovering in his humiliation, “How do you usually address my lovers?”

“As, as, erm, as Sir.”

“Good girl. Such a clever maid.” She raised her eyebrows expectantly before adding, “So go on then.”

“Riley,” he said, his eyes round with uncertainty, “can we speak in the kitchen for a moment?”

Oh, she wasn’t going to let him get away with hiding from his shame in the kitchen. No way! He was going to drown in his humbling.

“Why, no maid. Your first task is to greet my lover. Your second to fetch him a beer.”

Leaning forward so his shoulders were over his heels, his hands clasped together before him, he said, “Riley. Please. It is important.”

His words prompted ‘that look’. That look she adopts when she is unhappy with him.

He had never noticed it when they were dating, nor when they moved into a Female Led Relationship. But he had grown used to watching out for it. Her face hardens, becomes cold. It is the face of a demanding woman who doesn’t wish to hear any objections to her instructions.

It is a face she reserves for her maid when he is unaccountably errant.

“Maid,” she speaks, slowly, her voice flat. “I believe you have been given two instructions.”

“I, well, it is just, please, I really, …”

Smiling, Corbin said, “Hey maid. Don’t worry about me. Your Mistress here has told me all about you. So I know you are usually well behaved.”

Riley winced. How dare Austin be so naughty that her new man felt a need to take control.

Emboldened by Corbin’s remark, Austin said to him. “I think my wife has given you the wrong idea. This is a sort of game we …”

Her voice remains quiet, barely more than a mumble but her eyes are blazing, “Maid, one young lady is heading for a heap of misery and pain, if she is not careful!”

Austin lowers his head immediately. How could such a slight woman as his wife be so terrifying? “Sorry. Yes. Perhaps we can talk later.”

Now her lips barely move, “So greet my man and offer him a drink.”

“Yes, of course,” Austin says. “Good afternoon, Sir,” somehow it was a relief not to have to say the name of his bully, “may I get you a drink?”

Corbin laughs, “Hey. She isn’t just cute with great legs, she’s useful too.”

Riley’s voice is less cold, her eyes less fierce, as she said, “I will deal with you later, maid. Wine for me and a beer for my man.”

“Yes of course,” Austin said, almost bowing.

“And do it now!” Riley said.

Austin flees the room, his hurried heels clanking over the floorboards into the kitchen.

Corbin leads his sexy new girl to the sofa and sits so that he pulls her toward him. He can feel her tension.

“Hey, don’t let it get you down. I’ve known a few sissy maids in my adventures. They’re all the same. I can help you train him to the next level.”

Curling her bare legs up beneath her, she leans back on the sofa. “Wow. Really? You can do that?”

“Sure,” he announces. “You just need to be firm with them. Else they think it’s just a game for them to dress up.”

Her shoulders relax. “Oh my God. Am I so glad I met you. I so much want to take this to the next level.”

He cuddles her, enjoying her praise. As he releases her, he said, “Now you watch and learn. You’re gonna love this.”

 

“Tell him to call over tonight.”

“Yeh, we’ll bury him in the cellar with the others.”

 

 

 

4

 

 

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

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

Turning one way then the other she wrinkled her nose.

“Maid, is it too slutty for him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is a feeling of gut wrenching powerlessness and weakness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Austin’s former bully was a catch!

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

Over dinner he asked pertinent questions without ever seeming impertinent.

“Your husband okay with all this?”

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

Was erotic games the right words?

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

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

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

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

He laughed. “Was I going a bit far?”

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

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

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

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

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

Both in urgent need.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His laugh resonated in his broad chest, thrilling Riley.

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

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

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

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

 

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

1

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heels down the hall.

Austin stepped back from the door and held his breath.

Riley entered without looking at her husband.

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

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

“Tissue, maid.”

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

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

“Has Master gone?” Austin asked.

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

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

“Get me a glass of wine, maid.”

Maid? Surely the game was now over.

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

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

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

She stared at the glass then at Austin.

“On a tray, maid!”

Her words were terse.

He looked surprised.

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

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

Raising her eyebrows, she said, “Better.”

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

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

Why didn’t she understand?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand, Mistress.”

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

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

“Sorry?”

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

“Who bought the chastity cage?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Mistress …”

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

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

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

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

Club Zero 9