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.

 

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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.”

 

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Chapter 4 

 

Melissa

By Deborah ford

 

 

 

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Having some hefty guy force a chastity cage onto your privates while you are cuffed down to a bed and blindfolded is not everyone’s cup of tea.

Once it may have been a fantasy for Christian, especially in his erotic thoughts of being a cuck to a dominant male, but right now it was soul destroying.

“Surely that won’t fit over his shaft?” Melissa said, “I mean, it’s so narrow. And God, there is no shaft on the cage!”

“Yeh, it’s fine,” Sir said. “You’ll see. It just pushes back his little willy into the body. Watch.”

Christian jumped in his confines, his wrists still secured through the bedhead by genuine police handcuffs and his ankles locked in a steel spreader bar, attached to the lower bedhead.

An icily, metallic object  had been pressed against his freshly cleaned dick and Christian was as terrified as any man would be with someone pressing steel up against his manhood. He held his breath as a firm, but persistent pressure was pressed against his groin.

“There you go,” the self styled Sir, announce.

Christian heard a delicate click from between his legs and heard a God-awful chuckle from the guy. A man – a man! – had just put a cage around his dick! Even melissa had never been allowed to do that.

“I’m amazed,” a breathless Melissa said. “It’s vanished.”

“Now we lock it shut,” her man replied.

“What sort of key is that?” Melissa asked.

The Sir guy grunted an unpleasant laugh.

“Well those cheap plastic chastity devices your boy plays with are a complete waste of time. There is only one pin tumbler on the key. So a piece of piss for even a dumb cuck to pick.”

The fury within Christian was building like an earthquake. His indignity got the better of him.

 “Mistress. I have never tried to pick a lock. I wouldn’t know how!”

“Quiet boy,” Melissa said, sounding as if she was speaking through gritted teeth. She then lowered herself close to his ear, so he could smell her perfume and calmly said, “Everything is fine, boy. Honestly. Relax. Sir has done this many times.”

Something about her soothing tone calmed him, but only briefly. A guy had locked him up down below!

He heard his wife stand.

“Sir, do you see what I constantly have to put up with?”

The guy exhaled, long and hard. “Don’t get me started. Constantly trying to top from the bottom. Like all cucks. Don’t worry tramp, he is about to learn his place big time.”

He then snorted another ugly laugh while Christian’s fury gave way to deep fear. He was secured to the bed, had no say in this, he couldn’t even see what was happening. This so called Sir guy was controlling everything!

“You see, babe, this key has three separate pin tumblers. It is impossible to keep two up, let alone three at the same time. Your boy is officially locked into his chastity and can’t get out without your permission.”

Christian heard his wife emit a soft gasp before feeling gentle fingers running over the device secured to his dick.

“Oh my, Sir,” she said in awe. “His thingee has completely vanished. It is amazing!”

Christian felt a light kiss on his forehead, as his wife whispered, “Oh my God, little boy, are you mine now!”

Christian moved into that dozy, soporific state of bliss subs enter when aroused but unable to cum. His new weighty steel chastity cage ensured he could never get satisfaction, so he lay back, hands cuffed through the headboard, ankles secured to the leg spreader and his blindfold held in place. Feeling totally submissive.

The male voice spoke as if from a million miles away. “Best pull up your cuck’s panties. Nice and tight. He’s going to take time to get used to being locked in a serious device like that. Especially without access to any keys. Cuck’s often find it traumatic, so we need to move slowly now. Only let him see the locked cage when you think he is good and ready.”

“Oh, Sir,” Melissa, Christian’s wife purred, “You are so thoughtful.”

Christian heard more embracing and kissing.

“I so much adore you, Sir.”

A deep male chuckle.

“It’s also because it isn’t his cage. For the first time in his life, your cuck is locked good and proper in another man’s cage. Without any access to the keys. He will feel owned and helpless. He’ll need a lot of after care, this afternoon.”

More kissing.

“No wonder you are so popular. You think about the feelings of others.”

“Wow, bitch! Do you get my motor running!”

A giggle. There was movement as they made their way to the other side of the bed, away from Christian.

More snogging noises, this time wetter and deeper. More passionate.

He felt the bed beside him give way to their weight.

“Oh my Sir!”

There was the rasp of clothes, particularly Melissas silky dress and stockings against the rougher material of her Bull’s neat suit.

Desperately Christian tried to peer through the narrow space of his blindfold to witness the action he had so long been denied. All the other Bulls were happy with him watching, but this guy, the so called Sir, had ruled out his presence. But now he might catch a glimpse through the thin gap near his nose. Exciting!

He could make out the man’s shape, in a dark blue suit, though it was blurred. He was massive! Maybe sis foot six, but broad too. Twisting back his head enabled Christian to see a little more through the tiny gap.

Suddenly they stopped moving and he heard the man laugh. God, he was learning to despise that laugh. It was so superior and cock sure.

Seconds later the blindfold was pulled down completely over Christians’ eyes and he was dropped into total and empty darkness.

He heard his wife make an ‘er’ noise, as if questioning the Bull’s actions.

“Your naughty boy was trying to see us through the bottom of the blindfold.”

“Oh, I am so sorry Sir. He can be so naughty. Just like I say, he is very bratty at times.”

“Don’t worry about it. Cucks! They’re all like that. Always seeing if they can get one over on their mistresses.”

Melissa sounded down, “I don’t think I’ll ever manage him, Sir.”

“Na. You gave your boy ‘what for’ earlier yeh? Two lots of 8 spanks with the cane? And he felt them?”

“Oh yes, Sir. Yes. He was very contrite then. So ready to please. Just how I adore him. He is gorgeous when he is like that.”

Christian felt his two cheeks embraced by his wife’s palms and received a monstrous tongue kiss.

“Hey,” the brutish guy laughed, “he’s the one who’s supposed to be jealous. Come here, tramp.”

Christian sensed his wife crawling over the bed before there was some whispering, just too quiet for him to make out.

His wife giggled. “Yes, Sir. I’ll get them now!”

With that, he heard Melissa’s heels leave the room and he was left alone with the man who fucked his wife, had cuffed him with genuine police handcuffs and attached a new impregnable chastity cage to his dick. He swallowed, wondering if he should speak.

Say hi? Complain about what was happening, perhaps? Tell this yob that, as the husband, he should be involved in the discussions about the scene.

A giggling wife clip clopped back into the room at pace.

“Got them, Sir.”

In seconds a leathery feeling of soft moulded headphones slid over his head and gripped his ears.

Then Abba started in his head. It was quickly turned up. It was the music, Melissa loved dancing too! Dancing Queen!

Then the bed sunk down next to him, and he felt them moving. Rhythmically, but could only hear the rasping music from another century.

His vision was blotted out and now his hearing was blotted out by the incessant music. He had no senses other than physically feeling the bed pulsating.

Oh! So frustrating. They should let him watch surely! And not even hear? So unjust!

Again, he tried to kick his stockinged feet in misery, but they were locked firmly to the ankle spreader, so would not move more than an inch. He attempted to bring his hands down through the bars of the headboard, but the steel handcuffs were unforgiving. He even tried to use the pillow to dislodge the headphones. But all to no avail. He was trapped.

So damned frustrating he felt like crying!

 

 

2

 

 

They had finished screwing and, breathing hard, lay besides Christian. There was little movement from the bed now, after the frantic bouncing as they fucked like animals. Of course, he could do no more than lie there, feeling the stillness and waiting to be released.

The track, Winner Takes it All was presently playing when the headphones were slipped from his head. Very appropriate, Christian thought. He was getting nothing out of this …  well all right, his body was reacting to the humiliation and helplessness by seeking to erect his trapped prick, but it was true humiliation and helplessness. Gnawingly painful, as well as hot and erotic.

This yob and his wife were locking him down from all directions and he had no say whatsoever.

He felt a kiss to his cheek and his wife whisper, “I love my boy. So hot. I’ll just show out Sir and we can have some serious me time together. How does that sound?”

“Mistress! Mistress. I don’t think this is fair, it’s not ….”

“Hush boy!”

Her voice was more serious, but with a slight giggle in it. God, he was little more than a toy for her to play with in front of her lover. His dick grew rigid in its steel confines.

Christian heard her lover stretching and rise from the bed.

“Yeh, sorry. Really gotta get back to work. Look I’ll call round tonight. Maybe your boy can serve us dinner?”

“Oh my God. Is he up to that?” She gasped as if in a quandary.

“He’ll be fine,” the guy sounded confident and relaxed, as he always did.

“I hope he doesn’t show me up.”

“Listen, tramp,” he said. “I’ll be there. It’ll all work out just fine.”

There was more cuddling and kissing in the darkness, as his wife exhaled long and hard as if she were about to feint.

“Oh Sir. You are amazing!”

Christian heard them walk downstairs and again tugged forlornly on the handcuffs and ankle spreader.

Oh! Being helpless was so exasperating! All his life he had wanted to experience it, but now he just felt infuriated. But he was also deeply aroused! He could feel his little dick actually spurting in its confines. Obviously, his body was in a different place to his mind, but his mind was being tugged along too.

He heard the front door close downstairs and his wife’s heels tapping quickly up the stairs.

“You must behave!” She said as she closed the bedroom door.

She pulled up his blindfold, snatching it from his wonderfully layered hair style. The girls at the salon had worked wonders in feminizing his features, which were already soft to start with. He looked so gorgeous. Helpless, lost, prettily wide eyed.

The bright light made him blink incessantly. Gradually his wife’s beaming face came into focus.

“Oh Sir, likes you. He thinks you’ll make a wonderful boy for me. How about that! I’m not such a bad mistress after all!”

“Mistress!” He announced, but not quite sure where to take his speech, he petered out into bewildered silence.

He knew he needed to state his needs. Boundaries had to be made. Yet for some reason he couldn’t find the words.

She patted a finger on his lips, “Hush now, boy. Please don’t get yourself into any trouble. I need you for some real ‘me time’. Just you and me.”

“Oh?” he thought and then smiled. He loved being with his wife. “Can you release my ankles please? And my wrists?”

She laughed, “Silly boy. No. Of course not.”

“But Mistress …”

He stopped as she was pulling down her sexy panties under her black dress. My God they were sopping wet with something sort of creamy that caught the light. Oh, he realised what it was. It was some of Sir dripping into her panties. She tugged up her black dress over stockings so they gripped around her hips leaving Christian to marvel at his wife’s incredibly hot pussy, with the gentle shaved landing strip.

“Oh Mistress!”

She knelt on the bed and then pushed a leg over his face so each of her knees were either side of his face, with her facing down his corset towards his stockinged legs. He could smell her odours. That elegant sweetness. But he could also detect another odour. Oh God, it was him! The horrible Sir.

The so called Sir had left their home, but he might as wells till be here.

Splot.

Something splashed down on his nose. He looked up and could see even with the darkness between her legs, that her lover’s cum was already gathering at her pussy lips.

“Mistress!”

Too late. She brought her virgina down over his lips with practiced precision. For a moment he panicked. She covered his mouth and nose, and he gasped for air, but then she slid forward, and he could make out the scent from her bottom, as sweet as her pussy, but different.

Now her lips were grinding at his mouth, and he knew what he had to do. He had no choice. He was secured on his back and totally helpless.

A hard slap to his thighs above his stockings.

He wanted to scream ouch but his mouth was gagged by his wife’s pussy.

“Work, boy!” He heard his Mistress demand.

So he did. But as soon he pressed his tongue into her mound, he felt that unmistakeable texture of cum oozing down. And then more. All mixed with her juices which were spraying now. He tried to use his tongue to press it back up, away from his vulnerable mouth. But it was hopeless. There was too much jism.

Oh! His tight panties were pulled down and he felt Melissa’s mouth gather over his metal cage, sucking and kissing.

He groaned, desperate to cum. So, so close.

But Melissa had no problem in coming and did so all over his face, like squirting out a container of fluid. Then she pounded thunderously on his face, screaming with her orgasm.

“Oh my God, my Boy, I love you!”

 

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Chapter 3 

By Deborah ford

 

So Christian finds himself lying on his bed in his white lingerie, with his hands cuffed through the bars of the headboard.

But not a problem, because the handcuffs are from a toy shop in the town and can be unlocked without the key using a safety tag near the lock.

“Oh my God,” Melissa squeals. “You look so damned hot!”

She rubs roughly through his silky Basque at his nipples. “If Sir wasn’t calling round, then you and I could have some serious playtime!”

“Mistress, he doesn’t have to call around. Just tell him not to. We deserve me time too.”

She smiles, “If one little boy was better behaved then I might agree with you. Anyways,” She kisses his cute nose, “Your Mistress needs a serious cock inside her!”

At this, Christian frowns. He hates it when Melissa brags about the cock size of her lovers, and she knew that! He has told her umpteen times. This present Sir guy, he detests more than any of them. Christian seemed to have no control over the situation, with his wife going off to be fucked by this so called Sir, whenever the guy texted her.

Christian didn’t have any say in it and nor was he permitted to watch. It was so mean.

He sighed.

“Don’t pout.” She kissed him again, “it will help you behave in future. You were so bratty last night! The worst you’ve been.”

He looked away from her, “I know Mistress. I wish I hadn’t.”

She giggled, “Because of your sore bottom? Wow. That’s the worst punishment I’ve ever given you.”

She was right, his bottom had never been this sore before. Sixteen blows to his bare buttocks, and she was also correct in saying he wouldn’t forget the punishment in a while.

The doorbell clanged.

“Oh!” Christian went rigid.

“Mistress. I’m scared. Don’t let him see me like this.”

“Oh, silly boy. You know he doesn’t like involving the guys in this sort of thing.”

A final kiss to his forehead and she shot downstairs in her hot black dress, that clung to her hot black basque, hot panties and stockings and hot heels.

Christian felt his dick try to grow in its little cage. How hot was this? The Bull was going to screw his wife in their house! He may not be permitted to watch the action downstairs but he could lie in the bed and relish the moment. All secure in the knowledge that he could unlock the cuffs at any time he wanted. Maybe he could sneak downstairs and listen to them screwing!

Now his dick was exploding in its plastic confines! And that made him even hornier.

He heard Sir’s voice. Low, quiet, confident. Bulls were always confident, enviously so. But this was the first time he had heard him.

Melissa giggled and then Christian could hear them kissing. What a turn on!

There were footsteps downstairs and he heard them enter the kitchen. The sandwiches and crips were laid out by Christian earlier, and he had put some beers in the fridge to cool, so hopefully they would both be happy with that.

Meanwhile, he lay back and just tested the safety opening catch on the toy cuffs. One wrist was freed immediately with a single click. He smiled and used the fingers from both hands to click it shut, hiding the fact he had escaped from his wife.

In fact. Christian was in a good place. A very good place.

Until …

He heard his wife’s heels pound up the stairs as if she were in a race.

“Quick.”

She sounded frantic.

“Is everything all right?” Christian was immediately worried that the Bull had hit her or threatened her.

But his wife was too intent on reaching across him to her side of the bed and lifting up her sleep blindfold. Black, satin with girly frills around it.

“Is it all right?” he asked again, more insistently.

“Mistress!” She warned him. “How could you forget so quickly?”

She wrestled the blindfold over his hair and down over his eyes. She seemed nervous.

“Mistress what’s going on?” he was dropped into darkness with only a sliver of light at the bottom of the blindfold, through which he could see a few millimetres of the decorative edging of his white basque.

She patted his groin, making sure he could feel the impact through his plastic cock cage.

“Don’t forget to address me as Mistress. Don’t you dare embarrass me in front of Sir.”

Sighing and shaking his head, he wanted to say he didn’t give a flying fuck what Sir thought, but worry troubled him.

Embarrass her in front of Sir? Was Sir coming into the room?

There was the sound of heavy bag being put down on the floor followed by a heavy clanking as it settled.

A masculine, easy going laugh. Really chesty and deep.

“So that’s what your maid looks like!”

He heard his wife giggle nervously.

“Well we only use light make up, I could make him look better.”

“Na. She looks hot. Nice legs.”

Oh-My– God. This animal of a guy was in the room! And he was commenting upon his appearance!

Christian’s thumb went up to the release catch on the cuffs. He had to escape! And escape quickly.

But then he calmed. Oddly, the last thing he wanted was to remove the blindfold and lock eyes with his wife’s lover.

It was just best to weather the storm and lie in the darkness of the blindfold.

Melissa was speaking again, sort of breathlessly nervous, as if a little girl. “His bottom’s quite nice too. Have had him doing glute squats and bridges and those crunches you told me to get him to do.”

What? Melissa had him performing those exercises for the last two months, she didn’t say that this so called Sir had suggested them!

Now he felt deeply embarrassed. This lout would know he had been doing exercises that he had recommended.

“Excellent,” the deep voice said.

“And I’ve had his hair done as well, like you said, at a stylist. They really knew how to make it more feminine. Softened his features.”

Christian’s mouth fell open. Had his wondrously hot trip to a woman’s hairdresser’s also been this guy’s idea? He gritted his teeth in humiliation.

Why hadn’t Melissa told him?

“So as you can see, she is neatly dressed, and blindfolded. You know, because you didn’t want him to see you. And her hands are cuffed through the bed head. Isn’t that neat?”

Another deep laugh. God, Sir sounded so self satisfied. Christian hated him. If he hated him for taking control of his wife’s love life and denying her own husband the right to watch her, he now loathed him for seeing him bound helplessly while wearing women’s lingerie.

“OK,” the bull said slowly.

Ok what? Wondered the husband.

Christian heard the bag being unzipped.

Melissa giggled, “Oh my, what have you got in there. I so love your toys!”

“Yeh, well,” he said, absently as if concentrating on something. “Not all toys.”

Christian felt the man close to him at the head of the bed. There was a manly odour. A smell he hadn’t experienced since he was last in the gym in college. Why was the masculine male smell so intoxicating. So overwhelming.

He was knocked out of his thoughts as he felt a heavy metal bracelet run around his wrist. Followed by another one around his other wrist.

There was the sound of clicking before a final clank.

“Wow,” Melissa said, as if impressed, “those are serious handcuffs.”

“Sure. They are FBI ones. Bought a load in a sale. And sure, yes, definitely serious. Let me show you something.”

There was a far lighter click and Christian felt his own cuffs slip from his arms.

“How did you do that?” Cooed melissa, forever impressed with whatever this oaf did.

“Well, Mel, these are toy handcuffs. And pretty cheap at that. They have a safety catch so the wearer can get them off whenever they want.”

Silence.

Eventually:

“What?” Melissa sounded irate. “Boy!” She shouted, “could you really take these off whenever you wanted?”

Christian groaned and died inside. Why did this dumb Bull have to tell his wife that and spoil everything.

“Erm,” he swallowed. “I never used the safety catch. It was just there. Just in case.”

Her voice rose a few notches, “So all these times I was handcuffing you, you could escape whenever you wanted?”

“No! Well, yes, Sorry. I mean, I never actually used it. Honest!”

Her tone lowered, “I’m so sorry Sir. You must think I’m a complete airhead letting him pull a stunt like that on me!”

“Hey, don’t worry. These cucks always try to play safe. It’s what they do. I told you when we first met that cucks take up too much damned time. You have to put them in their place and then keep them there. Else they are a fulltime job.”

Instinctively, Christian reached for the safety catch on the cuffs. He had had enough and now wanted to release himself and let this so called Bull know what he thought of him ruining his relationship with his wife.

Of course there wasn’t a catch there, and in his blindfolded nightmare, Christian felt a well of panic in his tummy. He was laid out in his lingerie helplessly before this guy who had now truly cuffed him. He felt sick.

“Those cuffs are damned difficult to cut through and impossible to pick. Once you put them on him you can relax knowing they  aren’t coming off until you say so.”

“Oh my. That felt so hot when you said it,” Melissa said.

“You mind if I take down your boy’s panties and see what he’s got for a chastity cage?”

“No!” Bellowed Christian. This was too much. “Unlock me. Quickly!”

Melissa sighed, “I am really so sorry about my boy’s behaviour. It is totally unacceptable. I know you must think I’m not firm enough with him. But I am and …”

Christian heard them embrace, the mans’s voice low and authoritative.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about this. Happens all the time. I see it as like when young children show off if there are guests in the house. Just looking for attention.”

Melissa purred into her lover’s embrace.

The blindfolded trapped husband heard a long kiss.

More rattling of the bag.

Melissa gasped, “What on earth is that?”

“Oh these are decent leg spreaders. I’ll use them on you one day when we are fucking.”

Melissa giggled as Christian felt one of his ankles being gripped and a wide metal bracelet being pushed into place around his stockinged leg. His other leg was grabbed just above the foot and pulled severely away from the first before a second cuff slid into place, locking shut with a hefty clang.

Suddenly, Christian could not pull his legs together. They were locked apart at the ankles.

“Oh!”

He squirmed for a while and then settled down, knowing he couldn’t shift his legs together. He felt unbearably vulnerable being spread like this.

“Now I’ll just cuff the bar of the leg spreader to your lower bed head. Like this.”

Oh! Christian felt his legs pulled down so that his body was flat out on the bed and he could no longer curl his legs up.

If he felt exposed before, he was now helplessly vulnerable.

“Melissa,” Christian started.

A sharp slap on his groin stopped him continuing.

Owch!

“How does my boy address me?”

This was ridiculous. They had never agreed to play their games in front of people, let alone this controlling jerk!

Another slap, harder than before, pushing his cage painfully into his groin.

“Ouch. Mistress!” he called out.

“Now you be a good boy and remain quiet while Sir checks your chastity cage. Which you told me was the best!”

Christian swallowed. He had meant it was the best he could find. He wasn’t going to spend a fortune on it. It was just for their entertainment, at night. Bedroom play!

Yipes!

He felt his panties being pulled down over his suspenders. At the bottom of the blindfold he could make out a little of Melissa‘s tight black dress, her boobs stretching forward as she bent over. But through the millimetres of daylight he could also just about make out a large guy, in a dark blue suit.

“Oh!”

His panties were now around his stretched out thighs.

“Ah yeh,” the guy sounded deeply disappointed.

“What is it? One of those nasty cheap generic ones you mentioned?” Melissa asked?

He exhaled a deep sigh. “Worse, Mel.”

He was calling her Mel, hadn’t she told him she hated having her name abbreviated? Christian had been admonished for that when they first started dating.

“It’s a cheap Chinese knock off.”

Christian gasped as he felt the ring being pulled upwards. Should he complain and risk Melissa’s wrath? He didn’t want to be admonished in front of this brute of a man. Yet it was so uncomfortable feeling his ring snapped up and down.

“Just look at this,” the brute known as ‘Sir’ said. “The rear ring is so loose. Your boy could easily escape. No fucking good whatsoever.”

Melissa sighed, “I am so sorry. I didn’t know. He had told me …”

“Hey,” the guy laughed, “Don’t worry. That’s cucks for you. Always thinking everything is a game.”

There was rustling in the bag again.

The guy said, “This will sort him out.”

Christian heard his wife gasp. “But it is so small. Oh God. It looks indestructible.”

“A powerful welding torch might cut through it,” Sir, said easily, “But no cuck is gonna let that happen!”

Melissa laughed and Christian felt he was now just the butt of all their jokes. A sort of toy. But not the sort of toy as he had fantasised about being for a master and mistress.

“Just unlock that one,” he said.

Melissa was busy in her handbag before she said. “Oh, please be warned. He gets very wet inside it. Not very nice.”

“Just like a girl,” the guy said. “Both girls and cucks get wet in their panties when aroused. They can’t help it.”

Melissa giggled as she unlocked the cage.

Christian felt the cage soften its grip on him and then a moment later he was free, with his sopping dick resting on his thigh.

“Yuk,” Melissa said.

“You best clean up your boy. ‘cos once I lock this on him he won’t be getting out in a hurry to clean himself.”

Raw fear flashed through Christian’s entire body. A tsunami of emotions that shook his existence.

“Please Mistress, please don’t let him put that on me. We need to discuss this.”

He felt a damp cloth mop around his dick and balls.

Melissa said, “Oh, so its Mistress now when you want something. Well little boy you best make it Mistress every time if you ever want to be unlocked again.” She added, “Isn’t that right, Sir?”

“Damned right, Mel. In fact, I can assure you, you are about to see a marked improvement in your boy’s behaviour. In fact you can already see it!”

Under her breath, Melissa said, “About time.”

What? This was a matter between Christian and his wife. Why this lumbering bully thinks he can steal into their bedroom and personal space, and start dictating terms for his relationship with his wife was repellent.

The wet cloth was removed, and Christian felt his dick being dried with a flannel.

“I can see what you mean about his size,” the deep voice said.

Melissa giggled. “Oh, it’s cute! Stop it.” Then she laughed loudly. “Also, Sir, it is mine!”

Christian was furious, he knew he wasn’t well blessed down there but to have another guy point out his lack of size was deeply shaming. He again instinctively felt for the safety catch on the cuffs. There still wasn’t one.

He tried to stamp his feet into the bed in protest, but the ankle restraints held him resolutely.

“Ok, Mel. So this is what your cuck needs.”

Melissa gasped. “Oh my God, surely it is way too small.”

“Na. You see. Will fit like a glove. I’ve locked them onto loads of cucks. They always squeal when you do it but thank you later.”

What? Thank him!

Christian felt a cold steel ring against his ball sack, before one of his balls was popped through it. Oh no, it was so tiny! His testicle could only just about manage to squeeze through. He felt strong, rough fingers pulling at the skin around his ball sack before his second ball was pushed through the small circular gap.

At this point he simply panicked. His mind exploded and he screamed.

“Mistress. Please. No!”

Melissa stroked his gorgeous hair and cooed into his ear. “Aw, be brave little boy. Sir is nearly finished. You be a big boy for your Mistress.”

Christian sniffed up some tears and let his Mistress’ soft words placate him. He felt strangely helpless but safe under her protection.

 

 

 

Chapter 2  

By Deborah ford

 

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Thus Christian ended up caned but was now lying, snuggled up in bed with his mistress. His bottom may have burnt from the punishment, but he felt very snug and dreamy crushed up against his wife, Melissa.

His head rested near her gorgeous soft breasts encased in the black silk nightie with the delicate lacing that Christian so much adored. He still wore his white lingerie, with the basque , matching panties and stockings.

Feeling his wife’s naked arm wind around him, he snuggled tighter to her, instinctively kissing her tit.

“Boy!” His wife spoke with a humorous warning tone, as if speaking to a small child. “Naughty boys aren’t allowed any treats.”

She grinned as he bowed his head under the sheets before sweeping her hand over his smooth basque feeling his stocking rub against her bare legs. The world felt as if it were in its correct orbit.

Six canings had been suffice to reduce her boy to a tearful sobbing apology of a maid. So she just added another couple, making a total of eight and felt satisfied with her work.

“So maid, how should you address me in future?”

Christians sniffed for a moment before replying, “Mistress.”

“And should a silly maid not carry out her chores as instructed by her mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Christian now realised how ridiculous he had been the previous night in growing so angry that he didn’t follow his instructions.

She tilted up his chin, leaning down to kiss his nose. My god he looked so cute. Why had she spent so many years resisting her husband’s request for her to be dominant. Have him wear girl’s frillies and  cuckold him? What a life she now led.

She was at ease with the world.

From Christian’s perspective, apart from his throbbing backside, he felt perfectly safe and cosy in his Mistress’ arms under the comforting sheets.

Her phone jangled, shaking them both from their reverie.

Christian didn’t want this moment to end, hoping that he would be allowed to kiss his wife’s body at some stage. He didn’t want her to answer.

Nor, initially, did Melissa. Reluctantly she lifted up the pulsating phone from near her tray of tea and toast crumbs and checked it.

“Oh!”

Alerted by her shock, Christian asked, “Who is it Mistress?”

“It’s him! Sir.”

Sir? Christian hated how his wife referred to her latest lover as Sir. She had never done so in the past with her previous lovers. Moreover, her past lovers  didn’t mind Christian watching them screw his wife. This guy, so called Sir(!), didn’t want anything to do with her husband. Christian had to stay at home while they screwed, no matter how he complained.

“Mistress, don’t answer it.”

She glanced at him and smiled slyly. She had not intended to answer as she was enjoying the moment, but she was damned if her boy was going to dictate anything.

Staring at him to make the point, she pressed the answer button and lay back on the pillow and said a soft, “Yes?”

She listened, and Christian made an attempt to move up her body to hear what was being said by this guy who was ruining everything.

Melissa brought her hand up to his shoulder and pushed him back down with a warning glare.

Gritting his teeth with the indignity of not being permitted to hear, he looked up through his long fringe trying to discern the conversation.

Melissa laughed. “Oh yes, last night was wonderful. Oh my God! Sir you were amazing!”

Sighing, Christian noted how his wife addressed him over the phone as Sir. Why she had to placate his ego, he didn’t understand. Now he was feeling left out, with his wife’s full attention beamed at her lover.

“Yes, it was late. My boy had a little strop about that,” she laughed.

Now Christian was fuming. How dare his wife share that intimate event in such a humiliating way.

“Oh, he’s fine now. Yes.” She listened for a bit and then said, “Oh I sent him to the spare bedroom down the landing, at the back of the house.” She laughed cheerily at something she heard, before continuing, “Oh no. I caned him this morning. Sorry? Oh, eight strokes.”

This was too much. Christian raised his chin and said under his breath, “Mistress!”

“Quiet boy!” Was all she said back, before speaking into the phone again. “No, it’s ok. He’s just being bratty.” Her eyes locked with those of her husband, “In fact I can see one little boy and having another eight strokes if he’s not careful.”

Pulling a face at his wife, Christian burrowed back under the sheets. How dare she share any of their adventures with a perfect stranger. He was feeling crushed inside. This would be the last day they would play the maid games or let her go off shagging other guys. She had gone too far.

“No. It’s fine,” she smiled into the phone. “ I have made my point. Oh I miss you. Well, I miss your amazing cock!”

She laughed at his response.

“I’ve never felt so full. And last night, you were so aggressive!”

Oddly, in Christian’s chastity cage, his little dick swelled with the humiliation of hearing his wife praise another man’s lovemaking in his presence. But it sounded as if he, her husband, couldn’t satisfy her. He hated it, yet it turned him on. But as his guts gnawed so he wanted the conversation to come to an end, so that they could discuss it.

“Oh no. Nothing for my boy. No sex for naughty boys. Maybe let him eat me later if he his behaviour improves.”

This was too much. Again he tried to squirm upwards out of her embrace, and then, as a warning, he whispered, “Mistress!”

“Just a moment, Sir,” she pressed the phone down onto her body so Sir couldn’t hear her, before saying. “Boy. You are heading for a whole world of punishment if you do not improve your conduct. If you want to be unlocked before next year you’d better behave!”

As a defeated and demoralised Christian sulked under the sheets, she took the phone back to her ear.

“Sorry? Oh, unlocked. I mean his chastity cage …”

At that moment, Christian felt his insides crushed. How could she share such secret personal information with this guy?

“Oh, I don’t know.” She looked down at her blushing husband who couldn’t return her look, “Boy. What sort of chastity cage have you got on?”

“Sorry?” he peered up at her, barely able to hold her gaze.

She listened to her phone and then said, “Sir wants to know if it is just a generic device.”

“I don’t know!” he said sharply to end the conversation. He sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her lover what sort of chastity cage he was locked in – even if he knew.

“I don’t think he knows,” she said before listening carefully to a long message from her lover.

Christian was perplexed, what on earth would that ape be saying.

Finally, she said, ”OK”, and pulled back the sheet over him. “Stand boy. Next to the bed.”

What? He glared at her with angry incredulity.

She simply raised her eyebrows and with a huge huff he clambered out of the bed before standing next to it waiting for whatever was the next daft instruction.

Leaning up, she said, “Pull down your panties boy.”

Again a pause, before a long sigh matched him pulling down his gorgeous silky white panties over his suspender belt straps. Now he felt naked, with his chastity caged member exposed so coldly before his wife.

Suddenly the camera on her phone let off a series of flashes.

An astonished Christian said, “Melissa!”

“Get back into bed quickly and cuddle up to me again.”

She pressed some buttons and as a shocked husband climbed gratefully under the sheets where he could hide, she finally wrapped her free arm around him, again he was held near her breast. But this time he was too much in shock to attempt to kiss the normally inviting mound.

 “You get the picture? Is it a generic device?” She asked.

Then she nodded and listened and hummed as if understanding what was being said. Finally she placed the phone face down on her body and said to her husband.

“Sir, says it is a cheap Chinese generic rip off.”

“Oh so he’s a big expert in chastity cages is he?” He spat back.

Melissa ran her fingers through his lovely soft hair. “Sir is an expert in many things, boy. That’s why you should pay attention.”

Christian seethed.

“Apparently,” she continued to her incensed husband, “It is cheap plastic that you can cut through. Though Sir says most cucks wouldn’t dare.” She laughed at that, though her husband couldn’t see anything remotely amusing in it. “Also the lock is a cheap generic one. Easy to pick and apparently you can order spare keys online. So not very secure really.”

He felt as she was admonishing him. “Mistress! I did research, and this is a good one.”

She smiled and shook her head indulgently at him before lifting up the phone.

“I’ve told him it’s a shoddy rip off. Oh, I don’t know. How do I test that Sir? OK.”

She put down the phone and slid her fingers into the front of his panties gripping the chastity cage.

“Sir wants to know if there is much movement on the ring behind your balls.”

She twisted the plastic hoop one way then the other before lifting up the phone.

“I’d say yes, there is a lot of movement.” She listened, nodding her head and making murmurs of understanding. “So it is possible for him to escape by pulling free? Oh dear.” She gave her husband a withering stare. “But how would you know when a ring is tight enough? Oh I see.”

She lowered the phone and said to her dazed hubbie, “Apparently it is straightforward to get the right size rear ring. So leave it to him.”

Leave it to him? Christian sat up in bed with wide eyes.

“Mistress, what do you mean?”

“Hush boy, your Mistress is busy,” she then continued into the phone, “OK. So how about midday?”

“Mistress!”

She giggled at something her lover said. “I’ll have the maid prepare some sandwiches for you. Get you a beer. Sorry? His suspenders and panties? Aren’t they gorgeous! I could send you a pic of his entire get up if you like. With the basque. Oh, he has a full white lingerie on when being my maid. I wear black as a Mistress.”

Christian buried his head into his hands, along with his dignity and sensibilities. He was crushed.

“Speak soon.” She gave a series of kisses into the phone.

As she dreamily lay back with her phone turned off she quietly whispered, “Maid, you must learn to behave when I am on the phone. You need the benefit of the cane again, and then I need to explain some things to you.”

 

 

•  

 

 

So it was that Christian was sniffling from his second bout of the cane when he helped Melissa prepare for her lover, the mysterious Sir.

Thankfully she only gave him six strikes of the whippy instrument, but on top of his burning chastisement from earlier, it was the worst penalty he had suffered. He had agreed at the outset of their arrangement for Melissa to be able to punish him whenever she thought it necessary, She had always seemed so reserved and cautious that he never thought she would ever beat him.

 

Christian remained in his white basque, panties and stockings while he made sandwiches and prepared bowls of crisps for the so called Sir who was about to visit them. He kept the beer bottles in the fridge so they would be chilled on the arrival of Sir.

After Melissa’s bath, during which Christian completed the ironing with which he had been entrusted the previous night, he had to brush her long, thick blonde hair.

Wearing only her pink light bathrobe, she studied herself in the mirror, occasionally adjusting her make up, as her maid sulked while brushing  her hair.

“You haven’t really released yourself from that cheap cage of yours have you, boy?”

He stopped brushing, feeling offended. “No Mistress. Honestly!”

She didn’t appear convinced. “Well Sir says it is easy to pick, because it only has one cylinder or some such. You know men with their technical talk.”

Pouting at the idea that he was not part of the group called men, he continued brushing.

“I have no idea how to pick any lock Mistress.”

“He also says you could get out of it as the back ring isn’t tight enough.”

“I don’t think so!”

“And it’s made out of cheap Chinese plastic!”

“It is sturdy enough, Mistress. Really.”

She stared at his reflection in disbelief. “You can even cut it off apparently.” She laughed. “Though Sir says few cucks would have the courage to do that.”

Feeling sarcastic, he said, “So, Sir knows a lot about cucks does he? Is he one?”

She grinned. “No. Not a man like him, honey. He makes cucks. He takes great pride and delight in doing so to, so watch out!”

Christian swallowed and froze with fright. Somewhere out there in the world, and heading their way was some strong, alpha male with a big cock who made cucks. And he was going to be in his house soon! In his own home, eating the food he prepared and drinking the beer Christian had chilled for him.

“Mistress, perhaps you should go to his place. I thought he preferred that.”

“Oh yes, he does prefer me going there. He doesn’t like the idea of another man in the house while he’s screwing a wife. But now he’s seen the pic of you in stockings and panties he no longer sees that as a problem.”

Letting his arms fall to his sides, Christian said, “Mistress, I think we need to have a sit down and long chat about this.”

“I agree, honey.”

Immediately feeling relief, his shoulders sagged. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“We’ll hear what Sir has to say and then discuss it.”

“No, Mistress, I meant …”

“Now, I want my black basque that does up at the front, with the lovely detail. The matching panties and my best black stockings. So you in your white maid’s gear and me as the mistress in all black. Be quite the contrast for Sir, don’t you think?”

“Mistress, I don’t want to wear women’s underwear while he is here, Mistress. You can see the basque through my shirts and the stockings under my jeans.

She laughed. “Silly. You won’t be wearing, jeans and shirt.” She turned in her seat to face him, “He has seen what you wear, so don’t you worry your little head about it. Now fetch my black basque, stockings and a good pair of black heels.

Just thirty minutes later she had shimmied into a tight black dress over her cock throbbing lingerie and was ready for Sir.

“Now then boy, lie on the bed with your hands through the bedhead bars.”

Melissa raised the silver handcuffs Christian had bought in a toy shop at the start of their adventures. Obviously, she was unaware that the toy handcuffs had a safety catch, so he felt quite comfortable lying on his back and pushing his hands through the cold bars of the headboard. If it became too much then he could release himself.

What could go wrong if he could unlock his cuffs whenever he chose?

 

End of part two.

 

 

 

Chapter one

 

1.  

Had Christian taken a moment before he spoke, he’d have seen how knackered Melissa looked.

But his indignation had been welling up for hours that fateful night.

As she came through the door, Melissa’s coat flapped around her. He could see that she had dressed hurriedly as she was less than her perfect self. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks flushed. Her tired eyes tried a smile when she saw Christian in the hall.

He wasn’t dressed as she had ordered but she was too weary to fight right now. So she smiled,

“Honey. You still up? It’s gone two.”

“What’s going on?” Hours of fuming burst out of his mouth unregulated by any sense.

She sighed, lowered her head and brushed past him heading for the stairs where she draped her coat and scarf over the stair post.

“I’m tired honey. I’ll check your ironing in the morning.”

“I haven’t done it!”

As soon as he uttered the words, he wished he could recover them. He could do the ironing tomorrow morning and then she wouldn’t have known he hadn’t completed his chore for the night.

She tilted her head to one side, her blonde hair spreading over her shoulder.

“Oh? Is there a problem?”

Now he was livid. “Is there a problem? Is there a problem?”

He stepped forward and paused when he saw her close her eyes.

“I’ll deal with it in the morning,” she sighed.

“No. let us deal with it right now. You said you’d phone if you were going to be late.”

“Honey …”

“Don’t Honey me! It’s gone two o’clock.”

Her eyes remained closed. “He wanted to try stuff. You know how it is.”

“He! He! Always he.” He paused. Fumed some more, put out his upturned palm and said, “Give me the key to this damned chastity cage!”

For a long while she stared at him with sleepy eyes as if reluctantly assessing a maths problem.

“No.” She spoke quietly. “I don’t like your attitude. In fact, this is the last thing I want spoiling a perfect night. You can sleep in the spare bedroom and then report to me tomorrow morning with tea and toast.”

She started up the stairs on tired legs, calling back, “But make it after nine. You are in enough trouble.”

What?

Christian couldn’t believe this. Didn’t she know how annoyed with her he was? he raced up the stairs but too late. He heard the master bedroom lock turn and click home.

Dumbly he tried the handle, even though he knew it would be locked.

“We need to talk!” he shouted through the closed door.

But he was shouting into silence and soon slopped off in misery to the spare bedroom. He was going to use one of the guest bedrooms, with the larger beds, just to get back at her, but somehow couldn’t find the courage.

So he stripped down to the white lingerie he had been ordered to wear for the ironing while she was with her dick head of a lover.

He smoothed his palms down the silky smoothness of the bodice, to the gorgeous panties and then the stockings themselves.

Oh God! So arousing. He rubbed his locked dick through the panties, having to sit on the bed as his head swirled with sensuous joy. He was so desperate to cum. At least the bitch could have let him have the key for ten minutes. Five minutes! One minute! It wouldn’t have taken long to release himself and cum.

As it was, defeated,  he pulled the silky sheets around his silky form and slid up and down in the bed in complete sexual need.

As his erotically charged brain tried to make sense of his predicament. He knew only one thing. He would have it out with Melissa tomorrow morning. Then he groaned and dragged a pillow between his thighs and started to rub futilely at his caged dick.

 

2.  

 

So it was at one minute to nine Christian, wearing a colourful bathrobe over his naked body, stood outside the master bedroom, with a tray of tea and toast.

He watched his watch tick up to nine o’clock and tapped the door gently.

Silence.

He tapped harder.

A groggy voice. “It’s unlocked.”

Taking a deep breath, he entered. He was determined not to get angry this time, his locked cock cage a compelling reason to behave.

“I brought you your tea and toast,” he said.

Removing her sleep blindfold, she groggily leaned up one arm.

“What on earth are you wearing?”

“Oh!” He froze with the tray.

“Should a Mistress of the House be served by a slovenly boy in his old bathrobe. Which could also do with a wash and iron!”

“Well … I …”

“Go and get dressed, boy. And consider yourself in serious trouble!”

He had to make a stand! This was ridiculous. Their game was becoming a real grind for him.

“Mel, I think we need to talk.”

She eyed him coldly. “Oh yes boy, believe me, we do need to talk. But with you wearing the white lingerie I laid out for you last night.”

Oh! He would feel so embarrassed wearing lingerie before he when he wanted to admonish her and set her straight on a few points.

“To be honest, I think a five or ten minutes chat would help us …”

“You do want your little dicklette unlocked at some stage, don’t you?”

She asked the question in such a calm, reasonable way, like a teacher rebuking a child, that he swallowed.

“Well. Yes. Of course. The deal is that you remove it when you get home from your lover and …”

“Boy. The deal was for you to be appropriately dressed. Then to complete the chores demanded of you and for you to be tucked up in bed when I return.”

Now he had to speak.

“Yes, and you are supposed to tell me when you are going to be late, so I am not waiting around worried about …”

“The conversation will start when you are dressed as instructed.” She eyed him coldly. “And not before.”

For a long moment he stared at her. Damn this locked cage, it made him feel so docile and dumb.

Finally he said, “Ok. But we will have that chat.”

With that he headed for the door.

“Boy!”

She called out after him, freezing him.

“Leave the tray on the table here. It’s no good my tea and toast getting cold while waiting for you to dress as you should, is it?”

Now he felt cheek blushingly foolish and avoided her eye contact as he slid the tray into position on her bedside cabinet and fled the room gnashing his teeth at his silliness.

They had come a long way since Melissa agreed to try a Female Led Relationship. That led to bondage, then male maid play and then, finally, cuckolding.

As Christian checked his face and chest were smooth of hair, and donned the white basque, panties and stockings, he decided that Melissa had to understand this was a two way relationship. If it wasn’t that, then it wasn’t working!

He brushed his dark hair in the mirror, as Melissa was a stickler for his lengthy hair to be neatly styled, before returning to the master bedroom.

It took him a moment to summon the courage, but finally he knocked the door. He had not been allowed to enter a room in which she sat without knocking for a few weeks – which, to his mind, showed how ridiculous their relationship was all becoming.

“Enter maid.”

Her voice was soft, and relaxed. That eased the tension for Christian.

He entered, closed the door behind him as Melissa didn’t like doors to be left open, and stood before her.

God she looked hot!

She always appeared sexy following a bout with her lover. Whoever that was. Christian wasn’t permitted to know anything about her Bull.

Placing her half drunk tea cup carefully on the tray, she snuggled  so that she was sitting up against the bedhead bars, to which he had been so often chained.

She surveyed him and raised her eyebrows.

“You did hang your lingerie up last night didn’t you? It looks creased to hell?”

Had she already forgotten that he was upset last night?

“As you know, you upset me last night.”

He spoke firmly, even though he felt ridiculous standing in girls’ lingerie before his wife. His cock was locked away and all the keys were hidden. It made him feel relegated, perhaps as a real maid might feel before the Mistress of the House.

“Did I maid? Was that when you refused to address me as Mistress?”

“Well, I … er … it was just that …”

“And haven’t we got a rule for when you forget to address me appropriately?”

Feeling his face flush again, he wished he hadn’t changed into the lingerie on her instructions, as now he felt totally submissive.

“Well, we are talking out of character here, Melissa and …”

She smiled, her eyes glittering, “No boy. We said that you should adopt the principle of addressing me as Mistress until we agreed to stop. No mention of stopping if you stamp your little foot.”

He was having his own terms thrown back at him.

“Ok, yes Mistress,” he said with overdue emphasis making his wife’s eyebrows rise. He nodded, and continued with a more subdued tone. “Yes Mistress. We did agree to that. But we also agreed that …”

She held up a finger to stop him talking. “And what was the price of failing to address me appropriately? Can you remember?”

He swallowed. “Yes, I do Mistress.”

He lowered his head and put his hands behind his back.

Oh my God, thought Melissa! It was just as her Bull said. If she laid down the law to her husband, he would submit to her will. Here it was happening before her. She felt wet between her legs, and her lover’s juices were mingling with her own dampness making her feel totally hot. She wanted to dismiss the maid and call the Bull over. She needed a big thick cock. She needed it bad.

Thus she was now doubly irritated. It seemed to her that her maid was denying her access to her own pleasures.

She smoothed out the bed sheets, “And what did you agree as a forfeit, boy?”

“Mistress, can’t we just say I was upset and ….”

“Remind me boy. What is the forfeit that you insisted upon when you failed to address me as Mistress?”

Christian, groaned, clenched his fists and looked down at the ground.

“A spanking, Mistress.”

“Good boy, now fetch the cane.”

 

End of part one