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I’m sure neither the wife or cuck would enjoy it ….

 

 

… “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.