… “Oh sorry. He insisted that he takes the keys. Oh I know. Sorry. But you don’t know what he’s like when he wants something. Don’t cry. He will be around again in a few days. So you just have to ask him nicely.”

A bit late to struggle and protest perhaps?

 

Melissa Chapter Eight By Deborah Ford

 

 

 

The powerful, Alpha male at the head of table sat smiling at Christian’s wife, Melissa. She in turn eyed him expectantly, hanging on to his every thought about her cuckolded maid standing nearby.

“And I loved the pictures of the maid’s caned backside!” He said, “You did well.”

Christian closed his eyes in absolute shame. That this so-called Sir would know he had been caned was bad enough, but that Melissa, his own wife, had betrayed him by sending the lout pictures of his ordeal was just too much!

“Ok,” he continued, “so you’re unhappy with him tricking you with the plastic knock off chastity device that your maid could have escaped from at any time.”

Christian’s tummy grew more tense, he was feeling sick. He couldn’t have got out of that chastity cage that easily, even if it was cheap plastic.

Sir raised his eyebrows. “Yeh, then you mention the toy handcuffs with the escape lever. Your boy had pretended that once locked in them he couldn’t get out. When he could do so at any time!”

Melissa snorted angrily. “I know. I feel a real fool, believing my husband like that!”

Christian’s jaw dropped. His wife was genuinely upset. He didn’t mean to upset her. It was just that toy handcuffs felt safer to be locked into rather than real ones in which he could have ended up trapped.

“Look slut,” the oaf said, “all these dumb cucks try it on. Really. Now you have official police handcuffs.” He grunted his unpleasant laugh again. “And he sure as hell isn’t getting out of those until you say so.”

Melissa relaxed visibly and grinned. “Nor out of that chastity cage of yours! My God it looks impregnable!”

He joined her laughter. “You’re dead right. Until you think he deserves it, he remains locked away whether he likes it or not.”

Melissa smiled shyly at her blushing, terrified hubby in his cute maid outfit, standing near her in control lover.

“Aw, maid,” she says to her troubled hubby, “Don’t worry. Sir says we can improve your behaviour really quickly.”

Not knowing what to say, Christian fidgets, his fingers pushing against his silky skirt.

“Oh, ok,” the dominant male said reading further while slumping down in his chair. “Topping from the bottom! Good girl for reminding me.”

The wife found her cheeks flushing as pink as her maid’s. “Thank you, Sir. Sir, you were going to tell me what that is. That topping from the bottom business.”

Now Christian was livid. The oaf was going to give off some man ‘splaining to his wife. He could have told his wife all she needed to know about topping from the bottom!

“So what you have,” the man said slowly, “is that subs destroy the dynamic that Doms create by imposing their own rules, and laying out their own limitations. That way they stay in their safe zones and get enough of an erotic buzz to have a wank.”

Melissa cut in with a smile, “If they are allowed out of the chastity cage, Sir!”

“Yeh, right!”

For some reason they both found that hilarious.

“That’s the other thing,” the Bull said casually. “You asked about a safe word for your maid.”

“Oh Sir,” Melissa reacted as if she had been caught out. “Sir, the maid asked for one.”

“Of course she did! Let me show you something,” he continued clicking his fingers at Christian. “Maid, get your cute arse over here. Now!”

Christian’s heels wouldn’t move. They might as well have been superglued to the spot. The last thing he wanted was to get too close to the bully who was fucking his wife and had locked him into that dreadful chastity contraption.

“Maid!” Melissa raised her eyebrows at her apprehensive maid.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied hoarsely.

“You must obey Sir, the way you obey me.” Her face hardened. “Always. Don’t ever embarrass me in front of others!”

Swallowing, Christian mechanically, with a completely dead brain, advanced closer to the dreaded Sir.

“Closer, maid,” he said unpleasantly, as if Christian was stupid not knowing where he ought to stand.

“Yes, Sir,” Christian said as he edged even closer to the dreadful brute.

The man sat up straight and leaned back, studying the perturbed maid. He knew she was finally getting it. Not totally, but she had gone through some doors, and he was as sure as hell going to ensure she didn’t escape back through them.

Suddenly Sir’s hand shot out and gripped one of Christian’s arse cheeks beneath his skirt.

My God! A man was clinging on to one of his buttocks. A man! Holding his bum cheek.

Christian felt wholly violated, and yet his little dick spurted helplessly in its confines. He looked for support from his wife, but she too seemed in shock. She stared in wide eyed disbelief at a scene in which her hubby was being groped by a man.

“Now, maid, listen carefully. Suppose I’ve some friends over, on a Sunday for the football. You’re serving them …”

“Mistress!” Christian squealed seeking rescue.

“Hush maid,” she said firmly. “Let’s hear what Sir has to say.”

Christian’s tormentor continued. “So some guy grabs your arse and you have a safe word. What happens?”

“I … er …I … er …”

Melissa cut in, “Oh Sir, he’d definitely use it. He’s not very brave.”

“Exactly!” Announced Sir as if it were obvious. “So if she isn’t permitted a safe word then she cannot disappoint my friends.”

Oh God. The room started circling above Christian’s maid cap. He must not pass out.

Sir released the maid’s bottom with a sadistic squeeze.

Christian squealed, but quickly grabbed the rear hem to pull the little skirt part of the maid’s dress into position. God, he could still feel the grip of the oaf on his buttocks as if the fingers were still present. Yet, his little trapped dick spurted into his panties.

“Second example,” Sir continued. “So think on this, slut. You have some of your girl friends around and maybe you let him wear boys’ clothes. So he’s serving your pals their wine and sandwiches dutifully. It’s all going well, but he speaks out of turn.” He leaned over the table as if about to impart valuable information. “Subbie cucks always do this. They want to fight back. Initially they are self conscious about waiting on people he knows.  They feel their guilty about serving friends under the authority of their wives. You have to watch out for it. A word out of place here, a slovenly bit of service, showing reluctance.”

Melissa nodded enthusiastically. “I could really see him doing that even if permitted to wear boy’s clothes.”

“Yeh, right!” He said, “So what do you say?”

“Oh!” Melissa looked worried. A pupil caught out by a sudden question from her tutor. “I don’t know. Oh! Erm, admonish him? In front of my friends?”

Sir smiled, “Come on slut, we’ve covered this a few times in my lessons.”

Lessons? Christian’s knees shook. What lessons? What nonsense was he filling his wife’s head with?

“Oh Yes, Sir!” She grinned so hard her eyes narrowed with laughter lines. “I say, I’ll deal with you later!”

“Look at you,” Sir said. “You’ve got it nailed haven’t you!”

“Oh Sir, I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

“True enough,” he conceded trying to appear modest. “So if your dumb cuck has a safe word, he’d use it wouldn’t he? He’d be so embarrassed he’d want you to stop.”

She laughed. “Oh I see! So if he is not permitted a safe word then he is totally helpless!”

Sir jabbed a finger in her direction. “Got it in one.”

A horrified Christian watched as his wife stared into space while smiling contently.

Sir continued, “Now, women pick upon this shit quickly. They’ll know right away that your hubbie is very much under your thumb. Guys don’t get it so quickly. So suppose you have a dinner with your friends and couples over, or you let your boy serve his friends drinks on football night.”

Melissa concentrated soaking up all this wonderful hot advice fearful she would be asked another question.

“In that case the words, I’ll deal with you later, won’t cut it. Can you remember what you say then?”

Melissa closed her eyes tight and opened them triumphantly. “Yes Sir. I have to verbalise a demerit.”

Verbalise a demerit? Christian was horrified and he didn’t even know what they were talking about. What is verbalising a deterrent?

Sir raised his hands in triumph. “Good girl, you can suck my cock tonight!”

She laughed, “Thank you so much Sir. You are very kind.”

Jesus! Christian might as well not be in the room. He might as well not even exist.

“Go on slut,” the lout said. “Give me an example.”

“Oh right. Yes.” She said excitedly. “I say to my boy in front of the men, ‘one little boy will be going to bed early, if he’s not careful’!”

What? In front of their guests? Christian stared at his Mistress, but she only had hero worshiping eyes for her lover.

“And what happens, in a worst case scenario,” Sir probed.

Melissa glanced quickly at her suffering maid and looked away. Christian noted that she appeared anxious.

“Well Sir, if my boy swears,” she said slowly, “I have to put an immediate stop to it. Because only men should be permitted to swear.” She lowered her voice, feeling for the pain her hubbie was going through, “Then I say boy, it will be early to bed if one little boy is not careful.”

“You’re doing great, Slut,” he declared. “And what if he reacts negatively?”

“Oh yes,” she said as if remembering, “If he tries to laugh it off or make a joke about it then I up the ante.”

Up the ante? Christian stared with distress at a woman he no longer recognised.

“I must remain calm,” she continued, “in control. I say, well boy do you want to be sent straight to bed now?”

“Great, slut. And?”

She smiled naughtily. “If he is still bratty then I order him to stand facing the wall with his hands on his head, like the naughty boy he is.”

The so called Sir, grinned.

Melissa swallowed, “and Sir, if my girlfriends are around, or his friend’s wives then I’ll have my boy wearing little tight shorts.”

What? Christian’s mouth formed a perfect circle of astonishment.

Sir seemed surprised, caught off guard. “Yeh, if you want.”

The drunken wife was on a roll with her fantasy, “I want women to see how lovely my boy’s legs are. They’ll be so jealous. Especially when they see how obedient he is and how he doesn’t answer back and …”

Sir put up his palm with a laugh. “Hold it there! That’s all weeks away.”

Weeks? Christian grew irritated. There was no way he was going to be prancing around in front of their friends in tight little shorts like some gayboy in a bar.

“Really!” Christian said with a pout, “I think we should all remember that this is just something private. Something between the two of us, well now three of us, I suppose. Obviously, no one else should be involved as …”

“Quiet maid,” his wife’s Bull said quietly, but with that authority Christian had come to alarm him.

Melissa was suddenly full of anguish. “I’m so sorry Sir. Please remember the maid is barely trained. I feel so ashamed that she should be speaking at the table. Especially when I have a guest here!”

What? Christian’s poor mind stopped working. What was going on here?

As ever, Sir was completely at ease.

“Don’t worry slut. Your maid has been allowed to roam wild for way too long. You have to keep your wits about you. Nip any issues in the bud.” He then turned in his seat to face the maid, who quickly looked away. “Maid, go out to the hallway and fetch me my black sports bag.”

Christian looked at his wife with shocked eyes. With telepathy he was asking her ‘must I’, though obviously he was a bit fearful about saying anything out loud.

Melissa shook her head with impatience. “When a guest tells you to do something it should be as if I have commanded you to do it. Just be a good girl and fetch Sir’s bag.”

The cucked hubbie was certain he should be pointing out that he wasn’t going to obey this obnoxious bully, but he was already wiggling out of the room. What should he say? His wife and her lover seemed to turn everything he said back against him.

He found the bag near the coat stand. It clanked disturbingly when he picked up. It seemed heavier than he would expect for a sports bag. Oh god! Was this the same bag from which the intimidating Sir had plucked the police handcuffs and the horrible heavy chastity device he was forced to wear?

As he returned the Bull was saying, “These things take time. We teach her with bite sized lessons. Otherwise, she’ll get confused. Cucks aren’t exactly rocket scientists. Ah maid. Good girl, put the bag on the table.”

Christian did so, stepping back as the bag rattled while settling.

Sir said, “Maid, turn around. I don’t want you seeing what’s in the bag and getting yourself worked up in a panic.”

“Aw,” said his wife. “You are always so considerate to her.”

Shock was governing Christian’s nervous stem as, despite himself, he turned on his heels to look away from the table.

This was agony. He could hear Sir unzip the bag and rummage amongst a variety of sounds.

“Slut,” he said to Christian’s wife, “come here.”

“Yes Sir.”

The maid heard his wife push back her chair before approaching them. He could smell her delightful subtle flowery perfume.

“Tell your maid to kneel,” the oaf said matter of factly.

“Maid, be a good girl and kneel,” Melissa said in as comforting a voice as she could muster.

What was going on, Christian wondered as he knelt on the carpet, facing away from his two tormentors.

He felt the soft wool of the carpet around his stockinged legs as his flared skirt settled around his hips and his panty clad bottom rested on his heels.

“See this?” The oaf asked his slut.

Melissa giggled. “Oh my! Are you going to use that on my maid?”

Christian felt blood rush to his head. Use what? What could be so funny that it would make his wife giggle?

“So do you remember your instructions on how to apply this?”

“I think so, Sir,” Melissa said, with uncertainty.

 The lout continued, “Good slut. So you do the first part and I’ll finish it off.”

At this point, Christian knew he needed to make a stand against the two of them. It was all getting ridiculous. What ever it was that Sir held it would not be used on him!

He was about to address his wife, who had leaned down next to him when she grabbed his nose, tight.

“Aargh!” His lips parted wide, and something tasting of plastic was shoved in his mouth.

The plastic object was forced a little more and then Christian could taste leather. Two straps were pulled securely around his cheeks to his neck, beneath his girlified hair.

Click.

“There,” Sir said. “You see that lock?”

Melissa sounded breathless.

“Oh my. Yes, Sir.”

“It may look small, and the maid can reach it, but she cannot see it. Even if she had the key there is a cover over the lock. So she would be trying blindly to raise the cover and unlock it. That penis gag is in place until you remove it.”

Penis gag! Christian had a penis gag filling his mouth!

“Slut, tell your maid to stand up and face me.”

“Yes Sir,” Melissa said, still sounding as if she was fighting for breath. “Stand up and face Sir.”

Face Sir! With this demeaning contraption stuffed and locked into his mouth? He glanced up at his wife seeking support, but her expression grew serious.

“I thought I told you to stand and face Sir!”

So it was that a defeated, maid husband rose to his heels and with cheeks flushing red, faced his tormentor.

As he zipped his sports bag shut, Sir appeared at ease. As if nothing of importance had occurred.

“Maid,” he said, “if you don’t want to drool all over the place like a toddler you best suck at the penis in your mouth for all you’re worth.”

Already, saliva was building on the maid’s lips. Christian sucked it back in, but then more built up. Oh God! He was now sucking the horrible penis shape on his tongue to prevent the drool escaping.

“There,” Sir said, modestly, “solved your chattering maid problem.”

Melissa caught hold of her maid’s shoulder and gently pulled her around to appreciate the erotic sight before her.

Melissa caught hold of her maid’s shoulder and gently pulled her around to appreciate the erotic sight before her.

There was her maid locked in a cock gag and totally unable to remove it. Her maid! This was a maid who belonged to her. Her very own!

Now she had a penis gag stuffed in her mouth by the God who was fucking her silly. She could see her husband was sucking it like mad which made her giggle. She lay a palm on his hot cheek and scrutinized him with wide fascinated eyes.

“Oh, my word are we going to have fun and games in the future, maid. You look so fucking hot!”

His wife swore so rarely that Christian stopped sucking in shock.

She grabbed her erotically attired maid around the waist brining her tight to her own body rubbing lasciviously at him.

“You are just too damned hot for fucking words!” She announced.

The oaf laughed. “You’ll have to play with your maid later. We need to get through his first appraisal.”

Christian’s cock was now filling its tiny confinement finding not a millimetre of room to escape. He spurted into his panties, but it brough no sexual relief.

“You know slut,” Sir rose from the table reminding the cuckold maid and the slutty wife of his size and sheer mass. “I’ve drunk too much to drive home. So you and I’ll take the master bedroom and you can send your maid to sleep in one of your other bedrooms. That small one from last night maybe?”

As Christian sucked on the intruder in his mouth, he saw a dark wave of disappointment cloud his wife’s face. She stroked her maid’s gently made up face, smiled softly and then said:

“Whatever Sir wants.” She kissed her maid on the cheek. “Now you be a good girl and tidy up here and in the kitchen before going to bed.”

Sir said, “Yes. That’s another thing. Setting her nightly bedtime so she gets a sense of order …”

Sir was caught midsentence as Christian’s wife grabbed her lover’s hand and, giggling, led him out into the hall and up the stairs.

Sir called back, “Maid! Don’t you look in that bag or you’ll regret it!”

There was a squeal as if Melissa had been pinched before the bedroom door slammed shut leaving Christian alone, gagged, in his maid’s uniform surveying the mess on the table.

Just a foot or so from him, the ominous bag lay. Zipped up and shut. A container of all manner of horrors and humiliations. Oddly, he knew already that he would not dare disobey Sir and open it.

Sucking on his penis gag the thought came into his head to just leave the mess for them to face in the morning. Yet, perversely, as he relished the thought of being disobedient, so he gathered together the last plates and glasses, and headed on his heels to the dishwasher in the kitchen.

The conversation would have to wait until tomorrow! He sucked on his penis gag to prevent his drool spilling down his cheeks. Even a quarter of an hour later he was running through his thoughts while sucking on the penis gag. Tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough!

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Ok, so the first pic has nothing to do with the story … just too cute to leave out. The second one, could be Christian heading from the kitchen to the dining room!

 

Melissa By Deborah Ford

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

 

1

 

Melissa came down from her orgasms like a helium filled balloon. Drifting back to earth with tiny, electric pulses still sparking a way around her body.

Sir was amazing. She had climaxed as soon as his huge cock entered her. She knew she was screaming with pleasure and shouting, but it might as well have come from someone else. Someone miles away. She was a puppet to the sexual detonations Sir induced in her.

She was still simmering, perhaps not yet back to planet earth when she felt his strong forearm gather her around her shoulders and draw her closer. She kissed at his shirt pulled tight across his hard chest, before groaning and snuggling deeper into his embrace.

“Oh, My God, Sir. You are just amazing.”

She heard a quiet chuckle full of the sort of confidence other men would presume was conceit. But she loved him for that arrogance. What a man. It was then that she realised that her tight dress had been pulled up over her hips and made to drag it down over her sopping panties, by lifting up her arse. She was now coming back into consciousness and with a giggle realised was was lying on the floor in her dining room. She had actually been fucked like a slut on her own floor.

She moaned with pleasure and squeezed into his arms again, opening her eyes to look up at his rugged handsome features. Comforted she lay her head fully on his chest, feeling the heat from his body after their exertions.

Then she saw him …

Her maid was staring with bewilderment down at them, as if asking himself what was happening. His eyes were full of shock, but hilariously he was still holding up the front of his maid’s skirt with his fingers, revealing his tiny chastity cage, and his panties remained stretched between his thighs near his stocking tops.

She burst out laughing.

“Oh, silly maid!”

 

“Erm, Mistress, I … I … er.”

Christian was lost for words. As soon as his wife and her lover attacked each other with such violent passion he didn’t know what to do. Should he leave? Should he drop his skirt? Should he close his eyes? He hadn’t been given any further instructions after they inspected his new, more robust chastity cage.

“Silly maid,” she repeated hoarsely. “Put down your skirt. You look so ditzy like that. Why don’t you be a good girl and clear the table.”

He dropped his skirt before pressing it flat with his hands. Oh God! Sir was looking at him with a horrible superior smile.

Christian turned to collect the dishes, working so quickly cutlery kept falling on to the nice white linen tablecloth. He just needed to get out of the room and try to obtain some self-respect.

Sir fiddled with his pants, zipping up his fly, before sitting up and doing up his belt.

Now an embarrassed Melissa felt too slutty for words, lying along on her carpet, her pussy full of his and her juices. She climbed back to her heels, with Sir helping her straighten up. She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his torso. In turn he kissed her gently.

Christian froze with the cutlery in his one hand. What was happening? This wasn’t just sex, she seemed to be in love with him – and he with her! It was as if his place in her life was being taken over by this obnoxious brute.

Sir spoke in his deep calm voice, “Maid, weren’t you given an instruction?”

Open mouthed Christian gathered sufficient sense to nod and dart out of the door with the rattling plates.

But when he was alone in the kitchen, he found his breathing was running like a steam engine. He tried to get calm but couldn’t. His head was swimming too much for him to load the dishwasher. He had seen them fuck. Actually fuck. With previous Bulls he noticed how Melissa would cum explosively, but this was way different. His wife had juddered as soon as he entered her. Her legs and arms gripped him like a machine, maybe the way an alligator wound around its prey.

And the noises! She screamed so loud that everyone in the street must have heard her. Yelling, “Oh God, yes. Yes.” Over and over.

She had never behaved like that with previous bulls, and it pained him to admit, nothing like that when they made love. Sometimes she would lie there barely making any sound when he was screwing her, except, after he came to remind him to do some chores around the house.

He walked back to fetch more plates while trying to clear his head when he heard the low voice of Sir.

“Yeh., Don’t ever say it like that. You have to be firmer. Always. So you just tell her to clear the table and then ignore her. Else they’ll feel like they’re doing you a favour.”

“I’m still learning so much,” he heard his wife say, yet again with that awe in her voice.

They became silent so keeping his eyes fixed ahead of him, Christian clip clopped in his heels to the table and pulled the last dishes together in a neat pile.

“Maid?”

He didn’t turn to look at her. He couldn’t bear to.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He hated saying Mistress in front of that lout. He knew it would make him look really subbie in the oaf’s eyes. Oh God. And he was wearing this maid’s outfit in front of the man who had locked his dick away and kept the key.

“You will serve the desert now.”

Yes Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

Without looking at them he quickly carried the clattering dishes out of the dining room.

He paused in the hallway to hear Melissa ask:

“Was that better?”

“Yeh. That was great. You see, she knows what she must do. It isn’t a request. It’s a command.”

Infuriating. That boor had taken control of their games!

Now Christian stamped angrily across the wooden floor of the kitchen to clang down the plates on the sink unit. It was all too outrageous for words.

And when ever he thought about his current plight, he could feel the hefty, tiny chastity cage locked so tightly around his dick. The only way to get it released was if his wife gave a good report to Sir about his behaviour.

He slid down onto his haunches feeling his stockings and suspenders stretch and the delightful short skirt and petticoats flutter about his thighs.

My God he needed to cum. If he was permitted release, his head would go pop. He could barely think.

“Maid!”

She was standing in the doorway, touching her hair back into place looking like the most sexy woman on earth in her tight rose pink dress and lovely legs in her nude heels.

He stood up on his own heels, wondering what he had done wrong, “Yes Mistress?”

“Another bottle of white.”

“Oh yes Mistress.”

He was actually thinking: three bottles in less than an hour an half.

Suddenly she smiled and skipped across the floor in her heels to grab both his hands in hers.

“Oh, maid. You are so wonderful to do this for me.”

“I am?”

She kissed his cheek. “You are so helpless and adorable. You get spanked if I want you spanked, you play when I say you’ll play.” She kissed him gently on his lightly lipsticked lips, before whispering in his ear, “When Sir has gone, you are and are going to have more serious me time! Even better than earlier. What do you think about that?”

“Oh thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

Joy buoyed him up. They had enjoyed such sexual excitement earlier and by tonight his chastity would be unlocked and he could play with his wife and actually cum!

She released his hands and playfully tapped his nose with a finger.

“So you remember to be your Mistress’ well behaved maid.”

“Oh I will, I promise. Yes, Mistress,”

He stepped forward to take her in his arms and kiss her, but she wagged the same finger at him.

“Naughty, naughty. Haven’t you got a Crème Caramel you should be making?”

She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“Oh yes, Mistress. Yes. Of course. Sorry.”

Then she looked blankly at the sink, speaking slowly. “And in future maid, you do not ever embrace me unless instructed to do so.”

Eh?

“Erm, Mistress, but I …”

She took him in with half closed eyes.

“It is not for a maid to make such presumptions.” Then she glanced at the sink again, slowing her voice, “though perhaps you could ask permission.” Suddenly she beamed, “I’ll ask Sir! He’ll know.”

She wiggled out of the room leaving an open mouthed maid.

Ask Sir! Ask Sir if a man could cuddle his own fucking wife! This was too ridiculous for words. Melissa was so lost in her sex needs for this stupid thug of a Bull, that she was losing all reason. Clearly a quiet word later, after they had sex was in order!

His thoughts of hate for the man ruining their sex life flooded his being until he gasped.

Oh! The Crème Caramel! He turned on the grill and tried to bring his senses back to his mind. But that was impossible, as every time moved, he was aware of Sir’s contraption tightened beneath his black panties.

 

2

 

So it had been a long day of shock after shock for poor hapless Christian. He now stood near the wall unit in the dining room as his wife and her Bull finished their coffees. She was very drunk, giggling at everything the dumb oaf said.

Her Bull was, of course, very tiresome. Telling lewd stories and dirty jokes, of which Melissa never approved. Obviously, she was being polite in laughing at them now and not stopping the Bull with his coarse language.

But the single thought that kept Christian going was that pretty soon the oaf would be gone, and he could reclaim his wife for ‘me time’ as she put it earlier in the kitchen. Their ‘me time’ in the morning had been staggeringly erotic. He fantasised about being kept in chastity until the last possible moment as he and his wife engaged in girly cuddling, giggling and a bit of 69.

“So do you want to share your report?”

Suddenly the oaf was serious, the laughter forgotten, and Christian felt himself stand to attention.

Melissa sat up, “Oh! Gosh. Yes. I finished filling out the maid’s report card a few minutes ago.”

Then she giggled and reached into her bag beside her for her tablet.

She swiped through some pages, and Christian tried to see what program she was opening so he could check it later, but from where he stood, he could only make out half a screen. The screen shots were unfamiliar. Was it some new program that the oaf had put on her tablet?

“Shall I send it to you on WhatsApp? Our group?” she asked.

Christian’s eyebrows joined together. Eh? She had a group on WhatsApp? Christian didn’t like the sound of that. They usually shared everything as a couple. He didn’t know she had a group with the oaf on a social messenger.

Sir took a large smart phone out of the inside of his jacket which was draped over the back of the chair.

“Sure, Slut. Go ahead.”

“There were a few bleeps, and Sir nodded.

“Got it.”

“So fast,” Melissa giggled. She gave a pouting smile towards her hubbie, “Hey maid, Sir is checking on my report on your performance today.”

His astonishment was a mischievous joy for her, as if teasing him. She sipped at her white wine, giggling.

“Oh, don’t look so worried. Sir says it will really help you improve your performance as a maid. You’ll be the wonderful obedient maid you’ve always fantasised about.”

God she was acting as if she was fifteen! A giggly, silly schoolgirl.

Didn’t she get it? That this was just a little game between the two of them? It was their private world.

Glancing at her lover engrossed in his screen, she seemed more nervous now, “You understand I only did the latest entries when the maid was in the kitchen. Hope they’re not too rushed.”

The oaf was too involved in his screen to take much notice of what she said, making Melissa fidget uncomfortably. What had she said about him?

Christian felt angry at the Bull for making his wife feel uneasy. He wished he could go over and cuddle her, but that would have to come later, once the oaf departed.

Melissa grew tense as the Bull swiped each page in turn studying some pages more than others.

That made Christian become more nervous. Obviously, they weren’t really going to keep him locked up if his behaviour was poor, he knew that. It was just that it seemed so real that he genuinely felt his fate was in the hands of how her Bull perceived her report.

Christian closed his eyes, held his breath and pulsated out yet more pre cum into his panties.

“Okey!” he made the announcement as if he were a judge about to sum up major law case in court. Melissa’s eyes were fixed on him.

Even Christian, who feared catching his eyes, took him in and held his breath.

The so called Sir, swiped back to the beginning while nodding.

“Ok. So firstly, your boy behaved like a brat when you came home late last night.”

“Aw,” Melissa said, “but he, no, she, she was upset. Because I hadn’t contacted her. And I did punish her.”

“It’s not for a maid to expect his Mistress to keep her informed on her every movement.” He nods, reading. “Yeh, I see that. You sent him to the spare bedroom.”

Melissa spoke quickly, “Yes. Not any of the guest bed rooms. It’s at the back of the house. Not so nicely furnished.”

“Okey. And then the following morning a series of canings, each of eight slices.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said winningly. “And the maid did cry. Well sob. And she was very sorry.”

This was nothing short of outrageous, Christian thought. Why is she sharing these belittling details with this oaf?

“Exactly,” Sir pointed out. “You see where I’m coming from? You tell your maid you will punish her and then you must carry out the threat.” He sipped his wine. “It’s something you need to stay on top of. The best example is if you tell your boy when you are out with friends that you will deal with him later, then your boy has to know that. That is exactly what will happen when you get home. He will be dealt with.”

Melissa looked away in thought at the curtained windows. “Ah yes. It would be so easy to forget when you get home.”

“Right again!”

Melissa was pleased with herself, while Christian pressed his palms tightly to his skirt. Oh my God, he missed pockets in which to sink his hands when nervous.

Sir moved down to the next topic and suddenly Christian wished he had behaved better for the last twenty four hours.

“Yeh,” Sir said as if in complete understanding. “He forgot to address you properly.” He raised his eyebrows. “A few times it would seem.”

Unexpectedly, Sir stole a hard look at the troubled maid, “I hope you learn to address your betters in a more appropriate manner, maid.”

Not knowing what to say he looked to his wife for support, some protection from this horrible brute.

Melissa eagerly said, “She is improving,” glancing back at her terrified hubbie in his maid’s outfit, “Aren’t you maid?”

“Yes Mistress,”

He said it so quickly he didn’t have to think about a response. Damn he thought, he should have told them both this was going beyond a game while he had a chance. This was clearly going too far and he was the only one who could see that.

“Great,” the so called Sir said. “That’s really what I wanted to hear!”

Again, Melissa glowed, like a young girl being praised by a teacher.

Somehow this felt even more disgraceful to the poor maid. How could they discuss him like this without him being permitted to interject.

“Ah,” Sir grimaced as he read, “Now this is where it gets more serious.”

Christian actually gasped out loud.

His mistress said, “Aw, maid. Don’t worry. Sir will deal with you. Help you develop. You’ll see.”

Christian felt his stockinged knees grow weak. Help him develop? He didn’t want to develop.

The Bull cleared his throat ready to make his next proclamation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aw, you got the wrong idea honey. Yes I did say I’d unlock you when I get back from my time with my Bull. But he’s surprised me, and taking me abroad on holiday for a couple of weeks. Don’t cry. It’ll fly by for you as he says we should you lots of pictures and videos. I hope you thank him.

 

 

 

oint that you stop giggling

Melissa Chapter Six 

By Deborah Ford

 

 

When in shock, the brain shuts down.

Christian went mechanically through following his instructions of hanging up Sir’s coat and stepping away as the couple grappled amorously with each other in the hallway of what no longer felt like his own home.

It is that point of awkwardness where a man would often stuff his fingers in his pockets, but Christian had no pockets in his maid’s uniform. From the waist up it was constrictingly tight and from the waist down it flowered outwards with the petticoats to mid-thigh length.

So, absentmindedly he found himself pressing his palms hard through his silky skirt against his thighs just above the stocking tops. He kept his eyes on the carpet.

His brain, had indeed shut down. He knew not what to say nor how to act.

It was only when the couple, still gripping each other tightly, made their way past him into the dining room that Christian realised how big the so called Sir was. He had only seen him under the blindfold, but certainly felt his weight and size when he screwed Christian’s wife right next to him on their bed.

He still wore his natty dark, blue suit and removed his jacket to put it over the chair at the head of the table – Christian’s usual seat as head of the household.

Sir was the sort of guy who looks bulky. He filled his white shirt yet had narrow hips and a taut tum.

“Something smells good!” Sir barked.

“Oh, yes. The maid has been very busy Sir,” Melissa paused before quickly adding, “under my supervision, as you directed Sir.”

“Good girl! You’re getting the hang of being Mistress then!”

Christian felt like a ghost. He was present but couldn’t be seen by the others.

Should he say something, even just to bring their attention on to him? Remind them he existed?

“Maid,” Melissa said, “put on some romantic music. Songs, I think. Pop songs. None of that classical rubbish you listen to.”

Sir laughed at this, pulling back his shoulders as they shook. His eyes were fixed on Christian’s wife, and Christian noticed hers were on his, as if awaiting his bidding.

Not wishing to say ‘yes Mistress’ out loud, Christian moved in his heels to the iPad and selected the genre of popular romantic songs.

Violins filled the room.

“Oh, turn it down, maid! Silly!” Melissa said with a laugh.

Sir grunted his own laugh as a chorus.

So unfair! He had only just turned it on, how did he know it was going to be loud? But he turned it down without complaint.

The revealing maid’s uniform did its job. It reduced him in status in the eyes of others but also within himself.

He heard giggling and laughter behind him. This was outrageous!

Turning on his heels to confront them he was met with Melissa smiling at him. She had taken her usual seat at the opposite end of the table to where Sir was reaching for his napkin.

Melissa smiled, “Pour us a glass of wine and then serve the main course, thank you maid.”

Swallowing, the maid tottered forward on his heels, raising the bottle of Chianti Classico from the table with a shaking hand. It was his favourite wine, and he somehow knew that he wouldn’t even get a taste.

Sir launched into some corny opening gambit speeches, asking how her day was.

Christian was desperate not to spill a drop of red on the crisp white tablecloth. So poured the deep red fluid delicately while holding his breath.

By the time he reached Melissa’s glass, his wife was saying, “She is having a few problems adapting to her role.”

The problem with red wine is that at times it can run down the bottle, again leaving a mark on the tablecloth. But all seemed to pass well. He carefully placed the bottle on the stand, a little relief tickling his tummy.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the floor and walked slowly to the door to the hall. That would be sanctuary, away from this lout and he could escape to the kitchen.

“Well,” Sir said, rolling the wine around his glass, “don’t worry about it. Dumb cucks need a little breathing space to develop. A bit of understanding. They get their ideas of chastity maids from books, stories and videos on the internet. That fills their empty heads with all sorts of foolish notions. Your job is to ensure she understands what is demanded of her.”

Christian paused in the hallway listening. They were talking about him and didn’t care if he could hear their stinging putdowns!

His wife was talking, with a giggle in her voice, “But oh God, he looks so cute!”

“She,” Sir corrected. “You have to remember your maid is a girl.”

Melissa laughed, enjoying herself. “Well, she is sure as hell a cute girl.”

“Yeh,” Sir mused. “The legs aren’t bad.”

Christian went on to the kitchen wanting to be angry, but Sir said his legs weren’t bad. How about that? He found himself smiling and a little precum spurted into his delicate black panties.

He wanted to be angry, and there was so much to get his goat, but hearing a guy say he had nice legs, made him smile.

From the stove he pulled out the tray of roast chicken in a plume of white steam and it was deliciously crisp! Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all!

 

 

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They had finished the meal, and if Christian wasn’t so nervous, he would have felt his own starvation.  He hadn’t eaten since lunch time, yet the collywobbles in his tummy from waiting on a thug of a man who was entertaining his wife, left him unable to face food, despite the wonderful aromas of the fare he had served up to the pair.

Melissa was on her third glass of wine and was clearly already embarrassingly drunk. Sir had drunk only two glasses but seemed as perfectly in control as the moment he had arrived in Christian’s home.

“Tell your maid to get another bottle. This one’s dead.” Sir waved the offending bottle at Christian’s wife.

“Oh, sorry Sir, I didn’t realise,” she giggled, “I’m completely smashed. You mind if we move onto white?”

“Whatever you want you get,” he smiled.

God, he even flirted with his wife! In the past the bulls who had allowed Christian to watch them fuck Melissa didn’t have much to say for themselves. Christian always felt his wife remained his, just heartily fucked and satisfied. But here, with this ego on legs, he felt like she was his, in a way beyond carnal lust.

This alarmed Christian, and yet, yet … his little dick was filling this new impregnable chastity cage.

Melissa turned on her chair, in her sexily tight, rose-pink dress, that clung to her curves and thighs as she crossed her legs.

“Maid. Fetch a bottle of white from the cooler.”

Did she have to speak to him like that? He might as well have been a dog.

He nodded and made for the door when he heard Sir speak.

“Shouldn’t your maid say ‘yes Mistress’ when complying with an instruction? You know, it’s not for me to say. Just something for you to think about.”

Christian hurtled for the kitchen before he could be summoned back, his tummy churning. That damn Sir needed to stay out of their business! He was going to have to say something and make a stand pretty quickly else the duffer would be controlling everything.

He fished out an Italian white from the wine cooler, which he knew Melissa enjoyed and wrapped a chill sleeve about it. He remained stationary in the kitchen, feeling the icy bottle in his hand as he thought through his speech. He wouldn’t bother speaking to that Sir yob. Not just because Sir scared him, which he did, but because this scene should be all about Melissa and him, not the Bull. That made sense. He would say to Melissa, let us have a quiet word in the kitchen and if she refused to move, then he would make his stand, right there and then.

Suddenly feeling heroic, he uncrewed the cap from the bottle made his way back to the dining room, feeling his skirt dance about his thighs.

Sir was offering more of that man ‘splaining advice of his! What an idiot, Christian thought.

He said, in that calm slow way of his, “Once the order of the household is established then all else is pretty straightforward.”

Melissa was sat forward, her elbows on the table and her chin resting on her linked fingers, as if in awe of the pontificating fool. Clearly she was acting.

“Same as in a business,” he continued, “or a community. Once authority is established then all falls easily into place.”

What tosh, Christian thought. And would say so, put this so called Alpha Male in his place! He made to pour the white Italian wine when a booming voice shook through his head.

“Hey, tramp, what the fuck is your dumb arsed maid doing now?”

Christian froze as Melissa sat up straight in bewilderment.

For the first time since his arrival, Christian actually looked at Sir’s rugged face which looked like one of those that always needed a shave. The growth around the jaw was dark grey making Christian wonder how old the guy was. But what irritated Christian, was that the Bull simply ignored him and stared at Melissa with questioning eyes.

Fear froze his brain yet again leaving Christian not knowing how to respond.

Sir continued, “Fresh glasses for a different wine! Especially going from red to white!”

Melissa was beside herself. “Oh my God. Sir! This is awful. I am so sorry!”

Christian felt his chin fall open and quiver. His heart was in his mouth.

“Hey,” Sir said magnanimously. “Don’t knock yourself out. She’s never been trained before. You’re doing all the heavy lifting here.”

“Thank you, Sir, but  I cannot begin to apologise. What must you think of me?”

Sir laughed. “Relax. Your maid is at the bottom of a steep learning curve. She’s not the brightest of maids but you’ll get her there.”

“Sir, should I spank her? I have a cane in the hallway cupboard.”

“And spoil your meal? Na. Just tell your maid you’ll deal with her later. Don’t let ‘em get in the way of you having a good time. They’re like little children. Constantly needing more and more attention.”

Like children! This was outrageous. The fear had decreased a little, but Christian was certainly not going to speak up for himself yet. This would not have been the right moment. Not with Sir being cross with him.

Melissa pulled back her shoulders in her sexy dress, “Maid you must apologise immediately to Sir. I will deal with your punishment later.”

He stared at his wife with wide eyes. Apologise to this horrible man who was making his life a misery?

“Erm, Mistress …” he began quietly.

She cut him off by widening her eyes in a stare that made his knees shake.

With his world collapsing about him, Christian turned on his heels to face the man who had locked this obscene chastity cage on him and was turning his own wife into a tyrant. Sir didn’t even bother to return his look.

“Er, Sir, I am very sorry about the wine.”

Even the romantic pop songs from the sound system did not take away the feeling of threatening silence filling the house.

No one said or did anything.

Melissa was nervous, “Sir, was that ok?”

“You know, tramp. It will do. We’ll teach her how to apologise to her betters another time.” Suddenly he beamed at her, “Tell your maid to fetch some clean glasses and pour the wine.”

“Oh yes, Sir,” Melissa sounded grateful to the yob! “Maid. Go and fetch fresh glasses. Quickly!”

“Yes Mistress!”

And he did. As quickly as he could in his three inch strappy heels, desperate to flee the humiliating situation.

Sadly, less than half an hour later, it became worse for Christian. Far worse.

Melissa was now on her second glass of white, so maybe five glasses in all and was clearly tipsy. The self-styled Sir lauded it over her at every turn. From compliments to risky innuendo which made her laugh like a naughty schoolgirl.

Melissa, slouched in her chair and seemed to be pondering a  thought.

She said, “Sir. This new chastity thingee that you’ve put the maid in …”

She paused and Sir leaned his head to one side, “Yes?”

Christian perked up. He needed to know more about this weighty cage he could feel pretty much all the time as it gripped his genitals.

“Well,” Christian’s wife continued thoughtfully, “I mean, is it really as inescapable as you say?”

“Sure. Tell your maid to come over to you.”

Putting down her wine glass, Melissa’s eyes twinkled with mischief, and she hooked her finger at her maid, “Come here, maid.”

Oh no! Not in front of Sir! He hated this. He felt so powerless.

He walked over slowly, pressing his palms against his skirt so hard he could feel his stockings tabs attached to the suspenders.

His brain went blank.

“Now tell her to lift up the front of her skirt,” Sir said.

“Maid,” Melissa said softly, “Raise your skirt at the front like Sir says.”

Oooooh!

He closed his eyes and pulled up the flimsy skirt, feeling the warmth of the room on his panty clad front. His breathing grew short. What was this nasty man going to have her do?

“Great,” Sir said. “Now just pull down her panties. So they are around her thighs.”

Already deeply aroused from being flirted with by this commanding Alpha Male, Melissa held her breath and obeyed Sir. She was now uncomfortably wet down below. Her panties were sopping damp. Also, the fact she knew nothing about what she was being commanded to do yet felt compelled to obey was incredibly exciting.

The pretty black panties with the elegant edging, were tugged into the position as directed by Sir.

Christian kept his eyes tightly closed. The gathered up skirt and petticoats meant he couldn’t see that dreadful tiny chastity cage that Sir had locked on him, but he just felt slightly safer in the darkness of shut eyelids.

Sir spoke again, “Now you remember you felt the rear ring of his old cheap, plastic chastity cage? Behind the ball sack? Try it now and think back to how easily the other one could be moved.”

With index finger and thumb, Melissa took hold of the new metal ring and tried to twist it.

“Sir! It doesn’t move at all.”

Sir gave out his ugly superior chuckle that always made Christian feel uneasy. He felt exposed and little more than a toy for his wife’s mouthy Bull to play with.

“Exactly,” Sir said, as if triumphant. “No way your boy is going to slip that off. The dense metal means your boy can’t cut through it.” He laughed an ugly laugh. “Even if she is dumb enough to try when it’s fixed to her little boy dickette.”

When would the pain of this degradation end? How much more would his wife make him endure?

Melissa giggled, then said, “aw.”

With her free hand she reached under his skirt behind him and patted her maid’s bottom.

“Now tramp, feel the rest of the small cage,” Sir demanded as if expecting a specific response.

She did so feeling her breathing slow.

“Oh My God, sir. It is so solid.”

Her fingers ran down to the lower cage element, and suddenly she snatched her fingers away as if burnt. “Ugh! It’s wet!”

He laughed again. “Sure. Yeh. Like all sluts, she is wet when aroused. Only she can’t do anything about it unless you tell me she has behaved. Then I’ll check your report and release her.”

At that point, Melissa slipped deep in to sub space with a long moan as if she was a hurt animal. Her Sir was completely in control of both of them and there was nothing they could do. It was intoxicating. She needed Sir’s huge cock deep inside her right now. Her pussy felt wholly empty and in need.

She ran her finger over the small cage feeling her maid spurt in arousal.

She laughed.

“Maid,” she said in a low aroused tone, “We are both a real pair of sluts for Sir.”

Christian’s eyes flashed open in shock. What?  He looked at Sir, sat at the end of the table holding his wine glass, and felt nothing short of defeated. Totally defeated. That man controlled his wife and now controlled him. It was a flash of astonishment. It no longer felt remotely like a game. Suddenly his little dick pulsed and spurted helplessly leaving him further in need.

Melissa laughed. “Oh my god what a slut you are Maid.”

She smiled naughtily enjoying the shame on her hubbie’s face. She wiped her fingers on the napkin and rose shakily to her heels.

“Sir. I fucking need you inside me right now. Please fuck me. OH my God,” she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and screamed out, “Please. Please. Sir. Now!”

Christian  was statue steady, keeping up the front of his skirt and petticoats, as no one had told him to do otherwise.

He looked at his wife in astonishment. Who was this woman begging for a man’s cock. A woman who never seemed to even like sex. A woman who seemed to have so many headaches whenever Christian asked, politely of course, if she would like to have intercourse.

Christian was about to learn a great deal more about Melissa – and himself.

 

 

 

• Christians outfit is somewhat more demure, but they lovely pix!

 

Melissa Chapter Five

 

By Deborah Ford

 

“I want you to be a very brave little boy for your Mistress.”

They were standing before the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, Christian still wearing his constricting white, basque with matching stockings and panties, and Melissa in her sexy tight black dress, looking unusually dishevelled. Normally she looked immaculate, as if ready for a catwalk.

Though she had quickly brushed her hair, she looked curiously messy. Her makeup needed redressing and her dress was creased.

Her exertions with Sir and then with her boy had left her far removed from her usually flawless self.

Christian had noticed her seriousness and that she gripped his fingers tightly, as if comforting a child.

For his part, the moment he rose from the bed, he felt the full weight of his new chastity cage locked on his privates by Sir. His own flimsy plastic cages had always had no real weight to them. Once on, they were quickly forgotten. This was different. It gripped him securely and its heaviness tugged when he moved.

His wife was concerned. “Sir says I must do this gently. So pay attention boy.”

Christian nodded, a bubbling of fear in his tummy. What on earth could she mean?

“You heard Sir,” she continued softly, her eyes large, full of sympathy. “When you see your new chastity cage it will be a shock.”

Sighing, Christian said, “Mistress, I have seen enough chastity cages. We bought our first one, over two years ago.”

She shook her head and said, “Hmmm. Not like this, boy. So here we go.”

Now his eyes were fully on his panties as his Mistress used her free hand to grip the lacy top before tugging them down. He noticed a dark, grey area on the crisp whiteness where, despite the tight cage, he had still managed to spurt a great deal of pre cum.

Another delicate yank pulled the panties over his suspender straps, and he could see his pubic hairs bustling into sight. He swallowed. What spectacle was about to greet him?

And then came the shock.

The panties were dragged down to his thighs and when Christian caught sight of the place where his dick normally sat, he squealed out loud.

“Come and sit on the bed, boy. Quickly. You’ve gone white as a sheet.”

Docilely he allowed himself to be sat on the bed and manoeuvred around so that his Mistress could now grip both his hands in hers. She sat close to him, a picture of concern.

She exhaled in sympathy. “Oh, Boy! I warned you. Sir warned you.”

“B-b-but Mistress. I can barely see it.”

Bravely, he stole another glance between his thighs. Where his dick normally jutted out was now a silver mesh, the size of a large coin.

She kissed his cheek. “I know boy. Amazing, isn’t it? Sir knows so much about all this stuff.”

Christian was sick and tired of hearing ‘Sir’ spoken about with all this damned reverence. It was as if Melissa was speaking about some God that had landed in their life to spread energy and goodness.

It was time for Christian to make a stand.

“Look, we really need to talk about all this. And this Sir guy who you seem completely smitten by.”

He stopped yammering when he saw her expression change instantly from concern to irritation.

“Have you already forgotten the magic word, boy?”

Rolling his eyes he blurted out “Mistress!”

Unsatisfied, she raised her eyebrows.

He mellowed, and said softly, “Mistress.”

She stroked a hand through his wonderfully girly hair style.

“Sir will be expecting a report on your behaviour tonight. I’m not sure he is going to like what he’ll hear.”

“Oh God, Mistress, does it really matter what he thinks?”

With a sly smile she said, “Only if you want to be unlocked and play with yourself, I guess.”

Then she laughed. “Oh silly boy. Look at your face! You’ve been told. Tonight, you will be the maid of the house. And I expect you to be on your best behaviour.” She leaned closer for emphasis. “At all times! I don’t want you embarrassing me with any brattiness. Is that clear?”

“Mistress, I’m scared. I don’t think I can do this.”

“You’ve been wanting to be a maid since we married,” she added more firmly, “Now’s your chance and it’s going to happen. So deal with it.” Relaxing she kissed his nose. “Boy, you will be fine. Really. You’ll see.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, he was about to protest further when Melissa rose and pressed down her dress as she did from habit before talking quickly.

“Now obviously, you will wear that maid’s outfit that stops just above your knees. I don’t want you in that silly little one that doesn’t reach your stocking tops. You’ll have to wear the black basque, matching panties, stockings, and oh! The three inch heels! Those 5 inch ones are fine for posing and bedroom games but hopeless for serving.”

She studied her shocked husband for a moment before tilting up his chin. “You’ll need some eye make up. Those false eyelashes I got for you. Make your lipstick pink. But don’t go mad! You are not a drag act.”

“Erm, Mistress, sorry, but I can’t wear make up in front of a man. It will be mortifying.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve been given your instructions.” Closing her eyes, she continued as if remembering, “Oh and with you in black I’ll need to be in a different colour. I think the rose pink mini dress, flesh coloured stockings and my nude heels. The ones with the nice straps around the ankle. So if you iron my dress when you iron your maid’s dress, that will be an efficient use of your time.”

Christian crossed his legs wondering when to interrupt his Mistress’s long list of instructions. He suddenly realised that with this tight, small chastity he could cross his legs tightly one over the other without discomfort.

“Are you listening, boy?”

“Erm, yes Mistress. Yes. But I was thinking …”

“Do a chicken roast dinner. You’ve done that before. With the herbs. Make sure the potatoes are nice and crisp too, I don’t want Sir disappointed. Oh, and lay the table carefully. As if waitressing in a top notch restaurant. The cloth napkins. Maybe a light pudding. Crème Caramel. You can make that, can’t you?”

“Well yes Mistress, but I really think …”

“We’ll chat later, boy. I am going to take a long bath and start preparing myself for his visit.”

She paused at the door.

“Maid, wow, isn’t it exciting? Everything we have both wanted and it’s actually happening!”

Then she was gone, and Christian stood on his stockinged feet in complete disbelief. The moment he stood upright he felt the insistent weighty tug from between his legs and moaned, partly in frustration and concern but also with, and he had to admit, a heightened degree of arousal from his humiliation.

 

2

 

By six thirty, wonderous aromas of cooking roamed the downstairs. Once he dressed to his wife’s specific instructions, Christian had decided to roast the vegetables so only the peas sat in a pan waiting to be boiled on the stove. He had opened a Chianti Classico to let the red wine breathe and parked an Italian white in the fridge for cooling.

“Maid!” Melissa called out from another room.

He moved quickly in his strappy heels and maid’s dress, which, being tight above the waist but flirtily loose about his thighs made him feel vulnerable. Somehow a tight top made a flouncy A line skirt seem even more revealing and embarrassing.

Wow!

His Mistress stood in the dining room edging the cutlery into perfect positions, looking stunning! Her rose pink dress hugged her perfect figure superbly, tightly gripping her thighs and ending four inches above the knee. She had brushed her blonde hair herself, usually one of Christian’s duties, and wore dark tan stockings with the nude strappy heels Christian had cleaned earlier.

“Maid, we need some water. A jug. Ice of course. Oh, and lemon!” She was jabbering quickly. “Use the large glass jug and be sure to add the lemons first. Put in the ice when he gets here. Oh! That won’t be long.”

“Oh maid,” she paused, “I am just so, so nervous!”

At that moment, Christian realised he held a tea towel in his hands, just in front of the short frilly apron Melissa had ordered him to wear for the evening.

“Would you like a cuddle Mistress?”

She laughed. “Silly boy. No, I mean maid! Silly maid. I must get used to referring to you as the maid now. Sir says it will help with you dealing with your adaption to your new position in the household.” She smiled and shook her head with wonderment. “Isn’t he amazing how he thinks of everything?”

Melissa clearly didn’t understand how irritating it was for Christian to hear this constant praise and adoration for the guy who was shagging his wife and had locked him into this monstrous chastity device. Worse, this yob that his wife worshipped was taking total control of their lives.

“Mistress,” Christian said, “I know you think highly of …”

“Now, maid. You must be totally respectful of Sir. And me! I don’t want him thinking I can’t keep a silly maid in her place.”

“Yes, Mistress, I get that, it’s just that …”

“And just look at you! You look fantastic.” She giggled. “I saw you ogling yourself in the full length mirror upstairs!”

He felt his cheeks flush at the memory of Mistress emerging from the steaming bath room and catching him twisting this way, then that to catch the movement of his skirt when he moved. And the three inch heels he wore were delightful, somehow making his feet look smaller. How his dick grew and struggled in its confines, somehow heightening his erotic buzz.

“And that silly little maid’s hat in your hair is so delightful!”

He loved the maid’s hat in the bedroom, it was so deliciously humiliating, but the idea of being seen by a man while he wore it was so shaming that it hurt. He had to bring a stop to the planned events of the day.

She was talking again, her nervousness translating into an endless volley of jabbering.

“Oh my. Maid! When you first mentioned this fantasy of being a maid who served me while I was being screwed by real men, I have to say, I was disgusted. I’d never heard anything like it before. And to be honest, those first guys you chose, well, they weren’t exactly brilliant. A couple were ok. But Sir is absolutely perfect. He has got everything!” She winked. “Know what I mean. Everything?”

He had never before heard his wife being so lewd. He knew exactly what she meant, and her compliment of Sir’s manhood felt like a back handed swipe at his own ordinary dick. He wanted some small dick humiliation, that was part of being a cuck after all, but now it was really happening it was excruciating. Like being stabbed. Worse, being stabbed by the woman he loved and wanted to respect him. He could always remove the maid’s outfit and the chastity but he could never go back to his wife respecting his cock!

And why did she have to run down the guys he had chosen? At the start they were learning, weren’t they?

“So, boy,” She laughed. “Oh, look at me! I mean maid! What am I like?”

Like a silly schoolgirl, Christian thought, waiting for some hunk of a boyfriend she had lusted over, but he thought it wise to remain silent – for now.

“So, don’t forget, be prim and proper. Don’t speak unless you are spoken to. Always Mistress and Sir. That’s important. In every line you speak, as Sir says that will also help you acclimatise yourself to your new position. You know, for you to understand completely that this isn’t just a …”

The doorbell sounded and for the first time in a while, she stopped gabbling to look in terrified shock at her maid.

Returning her stare, her maid was also frozen with mouth hanging open.

They stared at each other for a long immeasurable moment, neither even daring to breathe.

The doorbell impatiently sounded again, more insistent.

A nervous Melissa put her fingers to her mouth, her voice low with anxiety, “Oh maid. You best answer it. You won’t like him when he gets cross.”