When you discover your wife sending selfies to her Bull, you tell her, that her dress is too short for her lover …
… and you receive consequences before she goes out
Later that night she orders you to send a smiling selfie to her lover, to demonstrate you are safely locked away.you are safely locked away.
This is a summary of a tale from The Decameron, a collection of short stories written in the 14th century that I am sure is of interest to those who visit my site.
The wealthy Ludovico hears that Beatrice, wife of Egano de Galluzi, is the most beautiful woman in all the land. So Ludovico adopts the persona of Anichino, a servant, to find out if this is true. Now known as the servant Anichino, he gets himself employed by Egano, and quickly makes himself the most trusted servant in the household.
Pretty soon Anichino wins over the sexy hot wife, Beatrice, and shags her while her husband sleeps nearby.
Here comes the Deborah Ford part: Beatrice wakes up her dumb fuck of a husband, Egano, and tells him that his most trusted servant, Anchino, is waiting to screw her down in the garden. She convinces the dumb arsed husband to disguise himself as her and test his supposed trusted servant.
The indignant, poor sap disguises himself as his own wife before venturing down to the garden. Meanwhile the wife, who is straight out of one of my own stories tells her lover, Anichino to take a stick and go down to meet her girlified husband in the garden. She tells him is to tell the foolish feminised hubbie that he was only testing her loyalty to her husband. Now that Anchino ‘knows’ she is found wanting, she must suffer a dreadful punishment with the stick.
After the beating our stupid, cuckold husband believes that the man who is cuckolding him, is his trusted, loyal servant and that his wife is as innocent and devoted as any man could wish for.
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In his own room, Eden, the maid checked his appearance in the mirror. It was midday, and he needed to prepare lunch quickly. But didn’t want to appear with his skirt tucked in his panties again. The Master laughing at him, before sending him to the corner to ‘think about his appearance’ wasn’t something he would wish to be repeated. Though it made his panties oddly damp to think about it.
So, he was scrupulous checking himself from his strappy heels, up the dark stockings, that thankfully had no runs, to the neatly turned out flared skirt and tummy slimmed down by the ever tightening corset.
His artificial boobs were nicely rounded, though not too big, as his wife, Erika, objected to them being larger than her own. He tapped delicately at his curly, blonde hair on which the cap sat a pointed sign to his position within the house.
And then he stopped.
His examination of his face brought home what the Master of the House had done to him and his wife. The over the top lip implants. His pink shiny lips could no longer close. It was humiliating to witness his forced open mouth. He knew the Master became aroused by his appearance, making him feel doubly humiliated, yet doubly aroused.
He tried to close the fattened pink lips together, which was possible, but as soon as he relaxed, they sprang open like those of a porn star before a large inflated cock.
His panties were no longer damp. They were wet. If only he could turn on and off his position as sexy maid and revert to being a male when he wished, life would be so much better. But he was permitted no control whatsoever. He went to bed as the maid and awoke as the maid. He even dreamed as a maid.
The door cracked open, and Erika bustled in looking frantic.
No one had to knock the maid’s door before opening. That was an annoying new rule from the Master of the House.
“Maid!” Erika appeared flustered. “It is twelve thirty. You should be in the kitchen! The Master will not be happy if you are late serving lunch!”
And then she stopped, as if electrocuted. She stared at her neatly attired maid. Her maid! The maid was hers!
“Oh!” She emitted the oh, by extending it a long time.
Erika’s mouth was also plumped and generally open, but she could close it for longer periods as they weren’t as inflated to the same puffy extent as those of her maid’s.
The Mistress of the House and the maid of the house stood staring at each other, both their panties now soppy and uncomfortable.
Reaching out, Erika ran her fingers through the blonde curls of her maid.
“If I’d known you could look like this, I’d have agreed to your perversions a long time ago.”
Eden smiled, being sure not to say anything unless he was asked a direct question.
His wife stepped closer, running her hands around his narrow waist, her finger tips tingling at the silky smoothness of the uniform.
Their pursed lips melted together before they collapsed to the rug near the maid’s bed, each gripping the other as if they never wanted to be parted.
“My adorable, wonderful maid,” Erika said, struggling for air.
“My Mistress,” Eden tried to say as he pecked at her cheek.
His task made more difficult by the fact she had pressed her thigh between his to prise apart his stockinged thighs.
The mistress’ hand gently gripped the chastity cage of the maid, through the maid’s delightfully silky panties. Her damp arousal matched by her former husband’s damp arousal when they were in bed together. But it was a different experience. Just as white hot, but different.
Ten minutes was an eternity to the mindless lovers. So it took a while for the mistress to hear the voice.
“Maid. Maid!”
Erika pushed herself up off her maid, her eyes wide with concern.
“Maid!” Came the voice, thundering up from downstairs.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “It’s Master!”
Eden required no assistance from his new lips for them to jump open as wide as his eyes.
“Oh no!” Eden said.
“Tidy yourself up, maid,” the wife whispered hoarsely.
She sought to control herself as she stood, brushing down her tight jeans and pink jumper.
Eden rose quickly, the lovemaking might have been part of another world now as he fearfully pushed up his hair in the mirror before checking his make up. A regimented inspection before reporting to the Master.
Erika opened the maid’s bedroom door, cleared her throat, and called back down the stairs, “She’s just coming Master.”
“She better,” Marcus grunted back. “And I want my lunch, maid!”
“Yes Master!” Eden projected, hoping the Master could hear his response.
Eden closed his false eyelashed eyes , took in a breath for composure and made his way to the landing.
As the maid past his Mistress, he lowered his blushing cheeks and smiled.
She in turn gave him a peck on the cheek. “Not a word to the Master, you know what he’s like if we play together without permission.”
The Master shouted up, “That the two of you up there gossiping? Get downstairs both of you!”
“Yes, Master,” they chorused before breaking down into shared giggles muffled by their fingers.
Erika and the maid were desperate to avoid sniggering as they entered the Master’s office.
The Bull was huddled forward, writing a letter on his computer.
The best way Eden and his wife could avoid collapsing into giggles was by avoiding eye contact. If they looked at each other, then they were lost. Like silly school girls they would dissolve into airy laughter.
While still typing, the Master of the House said, “Now listen you pair of dumb bitches,” he groaned as he mistyped a few letters before correcting them by stabbing at the keyboard.
Eden knew Erika was looking at him, ready to exchange a naughty, knowing smile but he dared not take his eyes from the hunched shoulders before him.
“When I say come, I don’t mean in a … for fucks sake!”
He banged at the keyboard correcting the next error.
At this point, Erika pressed her fingertips to her inflated lips to prevent her giggling.
It failed. That prompted Eden, who actually bit on his finger to prevent himself laughing out loud.
The Master flew around in office chair, his dark eyes spearing fire at the two foolish tramps.
“Dumb. Fucking bitches. Anything funny?”
Erika said, “No Master,” before finally giving in, and doubling up in laughter.
Now Eden just couldn’t prevent his giggles bursting from the depths of his soul.
It was only when the Master stood and grabbed the back of the two women’s hair and pulled it tight in each fist, that the laughter stopped.
Both women realised the enormity of their foolishness and stared wide eyed at the Master of the House awaiting his reprimand.
“I’ll give you both something to giggle about …”
His words trailed off as he stared at Erika’s sensual, fluffed up mouth. His eyes slid to examine Eden’s even more inflated lips.
Eden did all he could to close his mouth, but the engorged lips steadfastly prevented him from doing so. He had already realised he would always have a small hole between his glossy pink lips. An open circle in the middle of his face as if beckoning cock.
The Master took in the enticing mouth of Erika again, with his own mouth falling open, revealing a shiny wetness.
With a hand still holding his hair, thus forcing his head to face forward, Eden was suddenly aware of a man’s lust . It was standing within inches of him, a volcano of violent need.
The Master pushed his thumb into the mouth of Eden’s wife, who immediately sucked longingly on it.
The thumb of the other hand pushed through the softer lips of the maid.
Eden felt the intruder in his mouth, already touching his tongue and found himself sucking at the digit.
Oh! His little dick spurted in its confines.
Suddenly, Eden found he and his wife flung together so that his maid’s dress touched the pink jumper of his wife.
“Suck harder,” the Master ordered Eden.
Eden did so. He could see that the Bull was on fire. His dark eyes half closed as he took in one of his sluts after the other.
In his chastity cage, Eden’s little thingee swelled tight against the metal. He knew he was going to gush soon. Pump out his wetness without gaining any any satisfaction.
AW! Eden screamed around the thumb.
He felt his hair being pulled down and his body bent, before his knees folded and he collapsed before the Bull.
He realised that the Bull had forced Eden down next to him. Where they knelt side by side.
Oh my! The Master’s cock had inflated inside his pants like a monster hard cylinder seeking to explode from its confines.
“Unzip it bitches!”
Still sucking on the thumbs, the two girls put their hands up to his pants, but Eden wasn’t sure whether he should be involved or not. Nor did he know if he’d be punished for not obeying. So he kept his fingers delicately before the Master of the House, not actually touching anything.
He could see his wife’s shaking hands darting expertly at the belt. With difficulty she released it and then unbuttoned the top of the pants.
Looking up for further guidance, she paused.
“Get on with it!”
Erika continued playing with the zip until it slid all the way down. She pushed her fingers through the boxers and plucked out the Master’s huge cock.
It thudded upwards before them, fully engorged.
At once a threat and delight.
Never before had Eden seen another man’s erection this close. It was incredibly large. As if it wasn’t real.
Nothing felt real, down on his knees, his skirt fanning out to cover his heels.
Though oddly aroused, Eden felt fear overwhelm his senses. What would happen when the Master discovered that Erika didn’t like blow jobs. She always found cocks a little bit disgusting and made Eden hide his when ever possible.
How here was this thick, straining erection pointing straight at her. A weapon to intimidate and alarm her.
He watched his wife’s eyes grow wide, no doubt in horror, before her padded out lips opened, and she slid her mouth down the Master’s cock. As she did so her eyes closed slowly, almost as if she enjoyed the sensation of having his erect member fill her mouth as far back as her throat.
When her head bobbed back, she stared hard at the cock and repeated the motion, this time on her return there were strings of grey, thick fluid.
Eden knew she would be disgusted at the sight of his hanging precum forming a bridge between her lips and his cock.
At this point Erika raised her face upwards, as if requesting the next instruction.
There were no words. Instead, Eden felt his blonde curls dragged upwards. He squealed, realising that Erika was screaming too.
Both were hauled to their heels before the Master of the House.
Pulling back his mouth until it was wide, and his teeth showed, like a predator in the jungle, the Bull stared hard at his slut.
“You want my cock, bitch?”
“Oh yes Master. Please let me suck on your wonderful cock!”
“Slut,” he snarled through his teeth.
Erika was hoarse. “Yes, Master.”
“Get your sopping cunt upstairs!”
“Yes Master.”
Finally, Eden felt his hair being released. What was happening. She had never wanted to suck cock before, no matter how he pleaded.
Eden stared at his wife who was bursting with lust and sexual need. Eden wondered if she had ever felt like that with him.
Seeing his lost, little boy expression, Erika reached out a hand and gripped that of her husband’s delicate fingers. Such a difference to her Master’s hard, thick digits.
“Master,” Erika said, dreamily, as she was dragged by the caveman to the door. “Can we take the maid too?”
The Master looked back at the bewildered dumb slut of a maid.
Eden was alarmed. In bed with them, while he screwed his wife! That would be unbearable. Yet, and yet, and yet again his little dick spurted into his panties.
The Bull shook his head. “Nah.”
Releasing the maid’s palm, and wrapping her arms around her Master’s head, Erika kissed at his cheek, “Oh pretty, please, Master. Pretty, please. It’ll be so much fun.”
“You think I’m fucking gay?”
She laughed, “Oh, no Master.”
With that they swept into the hall heading for the stairs, the way a storm passes, leaving behind an unnatural peace.
Eden crept to the bottom of the staircase watching the intertwined lovers mouthing over each other as they blindly edged upstairs.
“Master,” Eden asked bravely, “please may I play with myself?”
The Bull didn’t take his eyes off his slut, nor lose a step going upwards.
“You’ve got 15 minutes, trampy maid. Not a second longer.”
“Yes Master.”
As the couple reached the top of the stairs, Eden felt confused at the instruction. Oh, why couldn’t the Master of the House be clearer?
“Master, is that 15 minutes starting from now, or from when I start playing?”
Erika looked down at her adorable, but disconcerted maid and then back to her Master for his reply.
“From now!” The Bull growled, “dumb bitch.”
Seconds later, the couple were gone from view and the bedroom door slammed shut.
The bedroom door of the Master bedroom, which Eden once slept in with his sexy wife. The Master bedroom which he now only used when he was making the bed or hovering the floors.
He pressed down his maid’s skirt and sighed.
He felt his panties dampen between his legs.
“Oh no!” He said out loud. He was losing valuable time.
He checked his watch. How long ago had the Master said, ‘from now?’ Surely it was less than a minute.
But it could have been slightly more than a minute.
Eden squealed as he belted upstairs, desperate to make the most of his allotted time for wanking in his chastity device.
It was all so unfair!
Jasmine fussed at her husband’s silk shirt collar with the peter pan collar which was decorated with the pretty flowers.
After a moment she emitted a deep sigh and said, “Keep in touch. Oh, I am going to be soooo worried about you on your own here.”
Ellis rolled his eyes. “Jasmine, I’m 24 for fucks sake.”
“If only you’d act it,” she countered, tilting her head back before adding, “and you know you’re not permitted to swear.”
Trying to appear brave, Ellis pulled back his shoulders, feeling his corset straps, and replied, “I don’t have to live by your rules anymore! Nor those of that oaf!”
Immediately, his confidence drained like water down a sink.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, “Oaf? Shall I tell Cody you called him an oaf?”
Swallowing, Ellis squeaked quickly, “I can call him what I like now!” He looked down at his elegant low heeled boots, “but please don’t tell him. It won’t help anything.”
For a long moment, Jasmine stood next to the door, reluctant to leave.
“And I think you should still refer to me as Mistress.”
He wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets, but the slimline tight fitting pants had no pocket, and the only zip was on the side.
With his cheeks turning pink, he said, “We are having a two week break. So I don’t have to call you Mistress nor that …” he bit his lips, “that lover of yours, Sir. In fact, I thought we agreed the chastity cage would be unlocked!”
Still smiling, she stroked his delightful dark hair in its pixie cut, “Oh silly. No one agreed to anything other than you living on your own for a fortnight and seeing how it works out.”
“Well, I thought …”
“Honey, you think many things in that silly little head of yours. That doesn’t make them so, does it?”
Why did she always have to put him down like this? Had she behaved better with his complaints about their sissy maid, hot wife, Bull relationship, then they wouldn’t be in this situation.
“Jasmine, all I wanted was to be released from the chastity once a day and to …”
“You call me by my first name again and I’ll have Cody weld your chastity lock shut! Is that clear?”
Occasionally, Ellis upset his Mistress so much she would do something terrible and cruel to him as a punishment.
He quickly bowed his head, “Yes,” he mumbled, “Mistress.”
“You really are the dumbest maid to ever wear a pair of heels while doing the ironing!”
Now his face was entirely pink and his eyes narrowing with fear.
“Yes Mistress.”
But she continued, “And how you are even going to choose what you wear or what time you go to bed, is beyond me!”
“Well! As soon as you leave, I will dress in men’s clothes!”
She smiled indulgently, “Oh, dizzy honey. There aren’t any men’s clothes here. You have some pretty blouses and some low heeled shoes. You even have some wonderfully girly pants, cut to enhance your figure. But nothing horrible and rough like men’s clothes.”
He wanted to make a stand, “Then I shall order them from Amazon!”
Jazmine pushed her fingers through his silky hair. “Silly. We’ve only left you enough money for groceries and the like.”
Oh, he hated it when he was left looking so foolish! He hadn’t looked ridiculous when he was sold his software company for a million and a half. Yet since he had become the maid Jasmine and her horrible, bully of a lover, Cody, would always make him appear foolish.
He was about to show them, by living without them for two weeks. All on his own.
He pouted, “I thought you might leave me my old credit card, Mistress.”
Smiling at him calling her by her rightful name, she said softly, “You know Cody and I cut your credit cards up a long time back. And all the passwords on your bank accounts have been altered. Silly, maid.”
There! She called him a silly maid, yet again.
“I think you should leave my apartment.” He emphasised ‘my’ to establish first principals. He wasn’t going to be bullied in his apartment.
“Who’s apartment?”
This was too much! He clenched his fists. “Yes. All right. Cody is paying the rent. But he is paying it from my account!”
“Honey. I only just explained that you no longer have any accounts to pay anything. I trust you will email Cody your gratitude for him paying your rent.” She cocked her head to one side. “Silly maid, you don’t remember anything anymore.”
Why was he always in the wrong? She had just explained that to him. Oh, it was because everyone always twisted everything he said.
His eyes were damp.
“Aw Honey,” she smiled, “you are frightened aren’t you.”
His tongue darted out, tapping on his discreetly made up lips. “No Mistress. Well, maybe a little bit.”
She took hold of both his shoulders. “You have the support of me and Cody. Just remember to go to bed early. You know what you are like without bedtime supervision. Do your exercises. And keep in touch with us both.”
“He hung his head, was he doing the right thing? “Yes, Mistress.”
She gave him a big squeeze and kissed his perfumed cheek. “Now, you be a brave little maid and I am sure you will see what is right for you.”
“Yes, Mistress. I will.”
She gave him a final smile and then left with the fearful air of someone abandoning a child at school for the first time.
“Wake up silly head.”
Ellis’ eyes burst open.
With his brain still fogged from sleep, he thought the words emanated from a dream so closed his eyes to welcome back sleep.
With a satisfying sigh, he drifted away.
“Oi! Sleepy head!”
Eyes open, this time with purpose.
He looked up at the dark suited suited Cody, his tie secured with a pin. He was standing over the bed looking down at him.
“Sir!” Ellis tried to think. “Oh my!”
“It’s nine o’clock,” Cody said with a sly grin.
In his silky, pale blue pyjamas, Ellis slid from the bed in double quick time.
“Sorry, Sir. Really. The alarm didn’t go off. Mistress must have told me the wrong time. It’s not my fault.”
Cody boomed a laugh at the sissy’s desperation and shook his head.
“You really are the dumbest sissy in the world.”
Putting his fingers to his mouth, a wide-eyed Ellis, said, “Sir? Sorry. Really. I will prepare your breakfasts immediately. I am so sorry!”
“Dumb bitch. Calm down!”
“Yes Sir.”
But Ellis felt anything other than calm. Nine o’clock was way past his waking up time. Breakfast was to be served at no later than eight. A rule Cody instigated on his first day sleeping over at the house.
Ellis took in the strange bedroom. The pink quilt was familiar as were the matching pillows trimmed with lace, but everything else was strange.
Oh yes!
He had moved out!
He had tearfully told his Mistress that he had enough of being spanked and punished whenever he did anything wrong. He was leaving. His Mistress and Sir, rented him this apartment for two weeks to see how he’d get on.
Now he felt foolish.
He slumped down on to the bed infuriated at looking so silly before Sir. The bull had already considered him a dumb maid, what would he think of him now.
He had to recover.
“Thank you for waking me Sir. I wouldn’t wish to loll around in bed all day.”
Cody raised his eyebrows, still grinning. “And what have you got to get up for? You only have one bed to make.”
“Well … yes … I guess.”
It was getting worse. He needed to take the initiative.
“Sir, would you care for a coffee?” Then he blinked hard, trying to erase what he’d said. “No, I mean, Cody, would you care for a coffee?”
It took a moment, as Cody appeared to sum up his need for coffee, finally saying, “yeh. You do that.”
Relief.
At last, Ellis was enacting a chore with which he felt comfortable.
He pushed his feet into the pink, low heeled slippers and dashed to the kitchen. Ah, wonderful. The same coffee machine as at home. He hated learning anything technical.
He set about his task as the Bull wandered in without a care, and sat at the small wooden table near the door.
The Bull always seemed such a big mass to Ellis. For sure he was over 6 foot, with broad shoulders but some how his presence seemed to fill a room. He was intimidating from the first moment that he and Jasmine met him, following their zoom meetings.
“Just and espresso, Sir? No milk or sugar.”
“What do you think after 6 weeks of serving me? You think I’d have changed?”
Ellis giggled at his silliness. “Sorry Sir, you never know!”
Sir always liked the small china cups for his espresso, and larger one for his americano. Ellis wiped down a silver tray, not that it was dirty, just out of habit. Sir always wanted everything clean and immaculate.
“Those the p-jays we bought for you Eli? For your birthday?”
“Yes Sir,” Ellis beamed, delighted Sir had remembered.
He twisted one way then the other, posing so Sir could see, the tight fitting, silk material curving around his body. He knew Sir liked his rounded bottom, so turned fully around.
“Looks good on you, maid.”
“Thank you, Sir. But I am no longer the maid. And I shall call you Cody.”
Ellis giggled at his initiative and poured the coffee so that it was a few millimetres from the top. Sir didn’t want it to spill, so insisted on it not quite reaching the rim. Of course, Ellis had to be careful not to put in too little coffee either. Sir definitely didn’t like that.
He put the cup onto the middle of the round, silver tray and carried it to the table.
Cody picked up the cup that looked ludicrously small in his beefy fingers, while the maid returned the silver tray to the counter.
“Is it alright for me to sit, Sir?” Ellis asked.
“Go ahead. It’s your place.”
Rolling his eyes at his own continuous silliness, Ellis sat primly on the front of one of the chairs, as if ready to leap into action.
“I see you’re still wearing your corset,” Cody said looking at the two tell tale mounds on Ellis’ chest.
Ellis always felt embarrassed when Cody made comments like that and blushed gently.
“Yes Sir. I know it sounds silly, but I couldn’t sleep with out it. I guess I have to try , so I can wean myself off it at night and …”
“Hold it, I didn’t want a speech. I don’t mind.”
Ellis giggled, “Sorry, Sir. Er, Cody.”
“So how you getting on, maid?”
Ellis shook his head so that his Pixie hair style swirled, tickling his cheek. “Sir. I only moved in last night. Its ok. A bit lonely I guess.”
He remembered the previous night, trying to watch TV always on edge ready for the maid’s bell to summon him somewhere. But there was no maid’s bell anymore. Instead, he was alone and directionless. The TV flickered before him, but his mind couldn’t take it in.
Cody nodded. “Guess you’ll get used to it.”
“Yes, Sir. True.”
Deep down, Ellis wasn’t sure he wanted to get used to not having a purpose in life.
The room fell into silence and then Ellis felt alarm.
“Oh Sir. I must look a mess!”
Ellis tapped at his hair and raced to the kitchen mirror. His hair was a fright, with much if it falling over his eyes. He knew how his Mistress and Sir insisted on a neat appearance and Ellis agreed with them. A maid should always look her best. He was grateful when one of them pointed out a flaw in his attire for then he could correct it.
As Ellis used his fingers to fuss his hair into some semblance of order, he said, “You can hardly blame me, I have only just got up!”
“I know, dumb bitch, I just woke you!”
They both laughed at Ellis’ foolishness, before Ellis returned to his seat and again parked himself right on the edge, as if ready to comply with an instruction.
“Sir, was Mistress ok? I mean without me to brush her hair before bed, and help her choose lingerie without me?”
Cody’s eyes half closed remembering.
“She’s going to miss a maid, isn’t she? And she had to iron her own dress this morning!”
Cody spat the words with such judgement, that Ellis winced.
“Aw. I am so sorry!”
The Bull waved one of his beefy palms. “Don’t worry. If this works out,” he indicated the apartment, “then I’ve told her, she can have another maid.”
Cody sat up straight in shock. Another maid?!
“But Sir. The new maid won’t know her routine. She won’t know how she likes her bed made, with the quilt corner pulled down and her teddies on the pillow. And she won’t understand …”
“Quiet, maid.”
Ellis fell silent, soldierly straight in his chair while he waited for the usual mansplaining – which was always welcome.
“Maids soon learn. If I can teach a dumb bitch like you how to behave, then I can teach any girl!”
“But Sir,” Obviously Ellis couldn’t gain say him, the Bull hated when anyone dared dispute a point he had made. So once more, Ellis fell silent.
The bulky man rose and finished his coffee, banging the cup onto the table.
“Ok. I need to be in work.”
Ellis giggled but felt guilty. He quickly took the cup to the sink to rinse it before putting it safely into the dishwasher.
The Bull was still talking, “Can’t sit on my arse all day like some folk.”
“Yes, Sir. Oh, I mean Cody.”
Ellis had to get his act together. He was no longer a dumb maid! He could use people’s Christian names.
“Anything you need, maid?”
Pressing down the silky front of his pyjamas, Ellis lowered his eyes and spoke quietly, “Firstly, I am not to be called maid in my own home. Second. I shouldn’t call you Sir. I know I did, but that was silly. I just forgot. It was habit and …”
“Stop jabbering, girl. Anything else?”
When Ellis raised up his eyes to the Bull, they were large, as if full of telepathic pleading.
“Yes Sir. If I’m not the maid, then I think I should have the key to my chastity cage. Well, your chastity cage I guess, as you bought it. I promise I’ll put it back on after I play. And I’ll keep it safe so that …”
“That’s a matter between you and your Mistress.”
The bull was already at the front door to the hall leading to the lifts, when Ellis said.
“Sir, she’ll listen to you.”
The Bull saw the hope in the maid’s wide eyes and shrugged as he opened the door.
Ellis spoke on at great speed, so that the words machine gunned from his soft lips, “Oh, and perhaps you should both knock before you come in. I don’t mind you having the keys, in fact I can’t stop you, as you rent the place and Mistress will call around, but …”
“Maid!” He spoke quietly but there was so much emphasis in the word ‘maid’ that he quickly shut up the babbling maid. “I am renting this for you. So I have a key. Jazz is my slut, and your Mistress for at least two more weeks, so she gets a key too. Clear?”
Ellis fumed. He knew how Jasmine hated being called Jazz and she also detested vulgar language like slut. But this didn’t seem an appropriate moment to complain to the Bull.
“Yes, Sir. Of course.” Ellis thought quickly, “But I could be undressed. I could be in my underwear. Or anything.”
“Like we haven’t seen you naked or dressed in lingerie before,” Cody laughed.
Ellis blushed. How was the bully always able to twist anything Ellis said and make it sound foolish.
“Yes Sir, but …”
“In fact, I can see you are wearing those pretty black panties with the red ribbons, your Mistress likes on you.”
Ellis gasped. How do you know, Sir?
“Silly girl! You can see them through the pyjamas.”
Ellis giggled. “Oh!” Before looking serious again. “But if you could mention the chastity key to Mistress, I mean, Jasmine, and then …”
But the door closed as Ellis put his hands to his face. How silly could he look? The Bull was already on his way out so could not know he was speaking.
For a moment, Ellis stood in disappointment. He so much wanted to be unlocked down below and have a wank. But then he had the delightful thought of being able to choose his day time outfit – all on his own. A bath first though.
Some exercise for you to all practice before bedtime.
There are times when you don’t want the Bull to return and release you and your Mistress.
