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The Adventures of Erika, Marcus and Eden Part Twenty Seven

 

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It’s all in the mouth …

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alicia was brimming with gossip.

She was sat on the sofa near the window bubbling away to her mother, Erika.

“And your Master has only got Jerry another promotion. That’s two in two weeks. Can you imagine!”

Erika smiled, putting down her coffee.

“Master is one of those guys who just gets stuff done.”

Eden shuffled, in his maid’s uniform. He felt sure he could get things done too, if given enough time and told what to do.

Alicia continued, “So, Jerry and me think we have enough to buy a house. How about that? Your Master says he’ll help with the deposit too.”

Really! Eden narrowed his eyes. If anyone should be helping Alicia with her deposit, it out to be him! Obviously he would have to ask his Master for access to his bank account to do so. Ugh! How demeaning is that? After all it was Eden’s money, yet he had to ask permission to access it.

Eden wasn’t the only parent who felt troubled at the Master helping the daughter.

“Well, I am sure, we can help too,” Erika said as if insulted.

“Oh, you know what Dad, I mean the maid is like.” Alicia frowned and shook her head, “Oh! Where is the maid?”

Erika laughed.

“Right there!”

She indicated the corner where a fuming Eden stood with his hands on his head. His arms ached. How long had he been there? Alicia had been banging on for at least a quarter of an hour about how wonderful the Master was. How he’d don this and that!

The Master of the House put him in the punishment position before he left the house.

“Oh, my God,” Alicia laughed. “She is always getting punished!”

Erika shook her head sadly. “She is always being naughty. That’s why. The Master of the House thinks she must up her game now she is serving in other houses. You know what the master is like, he doesn’t want to be embarrassed by sloppy behaviour.”

Alicia giggled. “Aw, poor maid.” She studied the maid’s pretty stockinged legs and said, “That’s a hell of a hot maid outfit!”

“I know! One of the shorter skirts,” Erika said. “Guess who chose it!”

“The Master,” Alicia laughed. “Can see why. It is so short and flared! Really hot.”

“The Master thinks that bitch of a bank manager and the lawyer Mr Hudson will appreciate it more, when the maid stays with them.”

Eden scowled. No way was he going to let them send him to someone else’s house! Mr Hudson couldn’t keep his hands off the maid when in the presence of the Master, God knows what he’ll be like alone! Though Miss Melissa was definitely sexy herself! That could be fun. He felt his dick try to erect in its tiny cage.

“You don’t like that Melissa woman do you?” Alicia said softly.

“No, I do not. She has designs on my maid. I told her, I said you get your own fucking maid and leave mine alone!”

“What does the Master say?”

“You know what he’s like,” Erika sighed. “He thinks it is important that the maid serves others, so she understands better her position.”

Eden pouted his lips. Outrageous!

“Can the maid come out of the corner now?” Alicia asked.

Phew! About time, Eden thought. Someone at last is thinking about him rather than themselves!

“Why?” Erika asked.

“My coffee has got cold with all this gossip.”

Erika nodded. “Yes,” before summoning him. “Maid!”

That was him!

Eden turned on his heels and approached his Mistress carefully. He was always fearful that he hadn’t understood an instruction and would be punished for getting it wrong. He lowered his arms slowly wondering if it were ok to do so.

“Yes Mistress?”

Erika relaxed. Being in charge of the maid was such an effortlessly fun part of her life now. As Eden was so terrified of their Master her command required no exertion. She wholly felt at ease with the situation.

She raised her eyebrows, “Are you sorry, maid?”

Oh, not now! Not in front of his daughter.

He licked his lips, lowered his eyes and said, “Yes Mistress.”

“I cannot hear you, Maid.”

Erika wanted to show off her new powers to her daughter.

This was a nightmare!

“Sorry Mistress,” Eden felt his cheeks heat up. “I am really sorry Mistress.”

There was a silence for a moment, so Eden rushed to fill it. “I am truly sorry, Mistress. Really!”

Enjoying her husband squirming before others, Erika said, “And what are you sorry about, Maid?”

He knew Alicia’s attention was fixed on him, but he had to answer. “I am sorry about asking if I could put trousers on when hanging the washing on the garden line, Mistress.”

“Maids do as they are told, don’t they maid?”

“Yes Mistress,” Eden couldn’t help himself, he felt so indignant, he couldn’t stop himself babbling away. “But Mistress the bottom of the garden can be seen by all our neighbours. I didn’t want you to be embarrassed by them seeing me!”

“Don’t tell fibs. You were embarrassed for yourself. Now if you are going to tell fibs I can see you spending all day in the corner.”

Eden winced. That would be horrible, “Sorry Mistress. I will just obey in future.”

“Excellent, maid. Now be a good maid and fetch my guest a fresh cup of coffee.”

“Yes Mistress.

Avoiding contact with his daughter’s eyes, Eden spoke generally as if to the room itself. “Have you finished with this cup, Miss Alicia?”

Alicia leaned forwards. “Mum. Shouldn’t she call me Mistress? Like you?”

Eden’s pink lips fell open.

An piqued Erika shook her head. There was to be only one Mistress in this household!

“You know what your Master has told you!”

“Aw mum, it’s not fair!”

Eden winced. How he looked forward to returning to the time when his daughter asked him for permission to do things. This was so humbling.

“I’m afraid,” Erika said, wiping her hand through the air. “The Master has spoken. It just isn’t happening.”

But as he picked up the cup and saucer, he understood he had won a little victory. At least he wouldn’t have to address his own daughter as Mistress!

 

 

Lynn looked anxious, and that troubled both Erika and her maid. Normally the beautician appeared very bubbly.

The Master of the House had brought her back with him and they all had to go to the kitchen, where Lynn set up her android on the kitchen surface.

Marcus said, “show her.”

“Yes, Master,” Lynn, said with uncertainty, making the words tremor as she spoke them.

The screen lit up with a pretty girl, staring out of the screen with sparkling green eyes and a bright smile.

“Master,” Erika said, “what’s happening?”

“You’re going to have lip fillers,” he said.

Lynn lowered her head, “Lip augmentation, Master.”

Dismissively, Marcus snarled, “What ever it’s called.”

The hot wife put her fingers to her mouth. “Oh! Master, I don’t want that. It sounds scary.”

“Nonsense,” Marcus said, “You haven’t heard about it yet. So, listen to Lynn!”

Eden was shocked. How dare the ape speak to his wife like that. Outrageous. And if his Mistress didn’t want lip augmentation then she wouldn’t have it, Eden decided.

Lynn, swiped to the next picture on the screen, where the girl seemed the same, yet somehow different.

“So, this is a general procedure,” Lynn said. “The lips have only a little work.”

She flicked to the next shot, with the same girl but with slightly fuller lips.

“And a little more filler would give your slut a little pout too.”

She tapped her pen on the screen around the lips, directing their attention to the detail around the mouth.

Eden was shocked at the difference. Simple but very effective.

“So here,” the next shot showed the green-eyed girl with fuller lips, “we enhance the cupid bow as it is called, the v shape on the top lip. It’s called cute cupid for obvious reasons.”

“Oh,” Erika, was absorbed. She ran her fingers across her own lips. “That looks pretty.”

The picture changed to a sexier appearance.

“This is the standard pout. Girls like it, because no matter what they do, they are pouting.”

Erika and her maid gawped at the sexy improvement in the girl’s lips.

“So here,” the picture changed to the girl looking happier. “There is a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth. The girl is always smiling. Dominants like you, Master, always like that.”

Marcus grunted, but Eden could see he was staring hard at that one.

“Then comes the deeper pout like this. You often see it on porn stars on the internet.” Lynn giggled. “It’s often called the duck pout. You can see why.”

Eden and his Mistress giggled. Yes, they could see why. The lips were pushed forward as if about to kiss someone.

“And finally, this is the crazy one. Women have them done for the effect. Barbie excess. If you like.”

The picture showed a woman whose lips were so large they rose up to her nose and down to her chin.

“Yuk!” Erika said.

Lynn studied the large brooding brute hoping he was happy with her presentation. “Of course, you can have a variety too. You know, plumper lips but without the pout, small lip augmentation but with the enhanced pout.”

“Ok.” Marcus rubbed his chin, which always appeared to be in need of a shave.

“Also,” Lynn added. “A lot of guys like something more than the first augmentation because it keeps the lips parted. The girl is constantly exposing her front teeth. Guys like that.”

Eden knew why guys liked that.

“Designed for blow jobs,” Marcus laughed crudely.

Lynn smiled naughtily, pretending to be offended. “Exactly. You know what you guys are like!”

“Ok. This is what I want …” He nodded.

The girls in the room held their breaths to hear what the Master of the House was to demand for Erika.

“I definitely want her not to be able to close her mouth. That is so fucking hot! I want the smile too. Be funny when I am spanking her and she has to continue to smile. That is just hilarious.”

“Erm, Master,” Erika said, “May I think about this?”

“Yeh,” Marcus said. “Once it’s done you can take as long as you like thinking about it.”

Eden’s wife ran her finger over the pictures. “They do look hot.”

Eden was bursting. He was close to saying something rude and cutting to the bullying Master of the House. His wife should be able to decide for herself, he decided.

Lynn smiled. “It all wears off after a few months.”

The maid took in an intake of breath to boost her confidence, ready to let the Master know, in no uncertain terms, that he was bullying his wife when …

Erika grinned. “Ok. Then. Wow. Let’s do it!”

She plopped herself on a kitchen chair. “Is it painful?”

Lynn shook her head as she took out some tools including a series of small syringes. “No. I spread a cream over your lips first to numb them. You don’t feel anything. Afterwards you may feel a little bruising, but that’s all.”

Eden rested his palm on his wife’s bare arm.

“Mistress. Please be sure you want to do this …”

And that was as far as he got before the Master of the House took hold of his ear and gave him a shake, as if he were a child.

The pain was bad enough but the humiliation of being so treated before his wife made him feel sick.

“Maid. Why don’t you do something useful like open a bottle of wine for us all.”

“But Master,”

Another twist of his ear made him squeak.

“And do it quickly before I take the paddle to your arse.”

“Yes Master,” Eden said fleeing to the fridge that contained the white wine.

Obviously, he could make his point a little later when the Master had cooled down. After all, Lynn did say the lip augmentation would wear off after a few weeks and Erika had agreed to the process.

After twenty minutes of injections and swabbing Lynn stood back to check the result.

A worried Mistress of the House asked her Master, “What do you think?”

He grinned. “So sexy I want to fuck you right here and now!”

Erika giggled and turned to the maid.

“Maid, look at your Mistress!”

Eden glanced at a face that was familiar yet unfamiliar. Erika always looked sexy hot but now her lips made her look exotically sexy. A real drop-dead gorgeous woman.

“Mistress. Wow. I mean, I don’t know how to say it. You look amazing.”

He could now see that his wife’s lips protruded, so that when she turned to one side she was clearly pouting. Men would be queuing up just to look at her.

“Glad you like it, maid,” Marcus smirked. “Now get your fat arse onto that chair and you can get the treatment too.”

Shock is received in a number of ways by human beings. Often the first reaction is an instinctive disbelief. Or it might be to see the shocking action as a joke. Eden giggled nervously but there was no humour in his eyes, only fear.

“Erm, Master, I erm, well, …”

Taking in a deep breath of impatience, Marcus said, “Quickly girl. You don’t want Lynn wasting her time, do you?”

Sitting, while smoothing out his short flared maid’s skirt, Eden spoke.

“Please, Master. I am sure you are teasing me, but just to say, I don’t have time, thank you. I do have to prepare tonight’s meal, and then I …”

The Master of the House was checking the pictures on Lynn’s tablet. “Where’s the one where she can’t close her lips and has to keep smiling. But with an added pout?”

“Oh,” Lynn smiled, “you mean like your sluts but enhanced?”

Erika was still absorbed with her new, highly erotic mouth in the mirror. On hearing her name, ‘slut’, she turned to look at them.

“Yeh,” the Master said. “But you had one with plumper lips. A real duck mouth.”

Eden cautiously raised his hand showing he wanted to speak but Lynn was already swiping forward to the next shots of the mouths.

“This one, Master?”

Marcus laughed from his chest, a booming intimidating noise that lowered Eden’s hand  immediately.

“Yeh. That’s the one. Love it.”

Lynn was already wiping a cold smear across Eden’s lips. He had to speak before it was too late! This couldn’t be happening.

Feeling wave upon wave of panic build up in his chest, Eden felt it difficult to breathe. He looked Lynn directly in her eyes.

“Does it hurt?”

Lynn smiled. “I am applying a Topical Cream. Like I did to your Mistress. It is a corticosteroid, so you won’t feel anything. Just a little swelling afterwards.” She saw the fear in his eyes, and smiled. “Maid. I have it done four times a year. It’s worth it. Just relax.”

The syringe was already out.

Eden heard himself gasp before passing out.

 

 

 

 

Eden was perched on his Master’s lap, his silky maids uniform tight against the Master’s white shirt.

Still blubbering so uncontrollably that her shoulders shook, Eden just wanted to crawl into his bedroom and close the door. Escape the humiliation.

“Is she alright?”

Eden recognised the voice of Melissa, but kept his wet eyes closed.

Ericka said, “Aw, Eden. Silly maid.”

The wife then mopped at the tears with a tissue, before adding. “No one is firing you.”

Feeling his Masters arm wrap around his shoulder, Eden squeezed tighter against the welcoming warm, comfort and safety of the hard chest.

Melissa’s concerned voice, “Shall I get her a glass of water?”

Eden felt his Master sit up straight.

“For fuck’s sake. If the maid needs a glass of water, I’ll send her to get one herself.”

Everyone laughed and even Eden giggled , catching his breath through the sobbing.

“Maid. Open your eyes,” the Master said evenly, taking control, the way Master’s do.

Eden did so, seeing the blur of the man who was going to stop him being a maid in the household. Eden sniffed up a few tears and gazed into the dark eyes of his Master.

“Dumb bitch!” The Master of the House shook his head as if weary. “No one’s getting in a new maid.” His eyes hardened. “Though I might if I get any more embarrassing scenes like this!”

“Yes, Master,” Eden said as he swallowed.

Marcus slipped a finger under the metal collar locked about the maid’s neck. “You know what it says on your collar?”

Oh! Eden knew the answer to this!

“Yes Master,” Eden tried to say proudly, but was all too aware of his snivelling. “It says Dumb Maid.”

“You know why it says, ‘dumb maid’?” The Master of the House never lost eye contact with the anxious maid.

Eden looked down and giggled softly. “Yes Master. Because I am a dumb maid.”

Erika crouched down so that she could dab at his tears from beneath, smiling at her silly maid.

Melissa settled besides Eden’s wife, with wide concerned eyes, and said, “Aw, silly thing.”

“Right maid,” the Master said, “you get one thing straight in that vacuous hole that passes for your brain …”

Ericka and Melissa giggled at the Master’s words, and Eden found himself giggling softly too.

“ … you’re the maid of this household. What are you?”

Taking in a Deep breath of courage, Eden said, “I am the maid of the house, Master.”

“Right. And you think I’m going to let you go?”

Eden sat bolt upright, resting his arm around the neck of the Master of the House. “Master, I don’t know.”

Then the emotion overwhelmed him again.

“Master I don’t know anything. Because you don’t tell me anything. Then when I ask, I don’t understand. Even if I did …”

“Quiet maid!” The Master boomed.

Suddenly aware of how he’d been mindlessly gabbing away, Eden felt embarrassed again.

“Yes, Master,” the maid said.

“Right. There are grown ups here, who are trying to help you with your job.”

Help him? Eden glanced at the faces, which were all fixed on him. He noticed Mr Hudson staring intently, examining with concern Eden’s features.

“Help me Master?”

Ericka stroked his wet cheek. “Yes, silly.” She then looked up at the Master and said, “Master, shall we send her to her room for a bit? To calm down, while we go through the other business with Melissa?”

Eden looked up sideways at the Master wondering if he was going to be sent to bed early. He hated that.

“No,” Marcus said.

Eden smiled and let Ericka blow his nose. Phew.

Marcus shook his head.

“The maid has embarrassed everyone here with her brainless performance. Acting like a three year old when there is serious business to be done by the adults.”

Eden gasped, pulling his stockinged thighs tightly together.

Marcus continued. “She is going to receive a spanking she will never forget and then continue to serve us.”

A spanking! Eden pouted and said, “But Master, I was upset!”

“You threw a tantrum because, as usual, you didn’t understand what was happening. And now we’ve all stopped working in order to take care of you.”

Eden felt a warmth in his tummy, and his little dick ejaculated into his steel chastity cage. He liked the idea of being taken care of.

The Master’s finger lifted up the maid’s face so that she had to look at him.

“Now girl, are you going to throw a tantrum in the presence of grown ups again?”

“Oh no Master!”

Never had words been more truthfully spoken.

Eden crossed his stockinged thighs. “Master I am so sorry for being so silly and over reacting. I promise it won’t happen again. Please may I serve more drinks and …”

“Quiet maid!”

“Yes Master,” Eden said timidly, shrinking on the lap of her Master.

Now he was making his situation even worse! Why couldn’t he learn to shut up?

As Erika and Melissa rose to their feet, the Master of the House took in the room. “You can see why we keep her gagged for long periods of time.”

They laughed, though Melissa added an “aw” at the end of hers.

Suddenly the maid was lifted up from her comfortable position off her master’s lap.

“Maid,” Marcus said, “fetch the tawse.”

The tawse! So unjust. This really wasn’t fair. Eden stood motionless, his head bowed, desperately trying to think of a way out of this chastisement.

“Master, I really am sorry, I …”

“Maid!” Marcus stopped the maid in her tracks. “Tell everyone what happens to naughty maids.”

Oh God. Not this!

Eden glanced up beneath his fringe at the group who were fixed on his reaction.

He gulped down some saliva and suddenly felt his mouth grow leathery dry. He noticed Mr Hudson fingering his hardening cock beneath his zip on his trousers.

“Well,” Eden closed his eyes, to help him through the ordeal, “naughty maids are punished.” He paused and tried a winning smile aimed at his Master. “Sometimes with lines, or an essay.”

Marcus shook his head. “You were too naughty for lines. Now fetch the tawse before I take off my belt to you!”

For a moment the maid froze in horror. He had never been whipped with a belt. Surely the tawse would be better?

“Yes, Master.”

Eden flew from the room as fast as his heels would allow.

He was aware of low level chit chat behind him, but was too focused on his task to discern what was being said.

When he returned, Marcus was moving one of the dining chairs to the front of the room.

“Oh!” Eden said, as he held out the feared tawse to the Master.

Settling his large frame on the chair, Marcus patted his thighs.

Eden glanced at the others. “Erm, Master. Can you do it in private please? I can make some space in your office and ….”

“You were errant before my guests so you will be punished before my guests.

Oh no. Not in front of the horrible Mr Hudson and cute Melissa, whom his wife clearly disliked! This was just too much. No one ever took into account how upset he was!

He inched around to the side of his Master, dreading what was going to happen. He felt helpless and vulnerable.

He glanced at Erika, his wife, with wide eyed hope.

She smiled sadly and shook her head.

Oh!

Already he felt like crying again. He bravely sniffed up the tears and lay over the lap of the Master of the House.

There is something soul destroying to prostrate yourself over a man’s lap. He kept his eyes fixed to the floor careful not to share his shame with the visitors.

He felt his delicate short skirt and petticoats being raised, bearing his pantie clad bottom.

Then horror.

Were they nice panties? Presentable to guests? Were they neatly in order, or had they become scuffed up between his bottom cheeks during the emotions of the last quarter of an hour? What would they think of him, if they didn’t look neat and orderly?

“Now maid,” Marcus said, in that calm firm manner of his, “you will count out each spank and apologise to everyone for being so naughty.”

This was worse! He shouldn’t have to apologise to everyone. Nor should he be spanked in front of everyone. It was all so unfair!

He was going to say, ‘no, I won’t’, but what he actually did, was suck in a lungful of air and say, “Yes Master.”

He heard his Master say, “Dumb bitch.”

And then the first blow landed.

Eden squealed. It hurt so much! A line of heat across his buttocks.

Where was the second blow?

Oh! Eden remembered his command: “Thank you Master. That’s one spank. I am sorry everyone for my tantrum.”

He felt sure Marcus would deduct spanks for him being so brave in saying the words correctly.

The second strike.

He yowled, arching his back but managed to say, “That’s two. I am sorry everyone for my tantrum.”

His bottom was already on fire.

But as the blows continued, and he spoke his apologies, his mind thought through the events that had led him here. Had he not been so silly then he wouldn’t have made such a stupid scene in front of the Master’s guests. And all for nothing! It wasn’t a sacking at all. How stupid he had been.

He called out the number of blows and said his sorries as he thought about how embarrassing his tearful outburst must have been for everyone.

It was when he counted out ten blows that he realised how grateful he was to the Master of the House for taking the time to punish him and help him improve as a maid.

So, after 12 spankings with the dreaded tawse, when he was permitted to stand on his heels, Eden spoke without being prompted by his Master.

“Master, I am do thankful for you taking the trouble to punish me for being so naughty. I promise I’ll try to improve in future.”

The Master’s eyebrows knitted as if he didn’t understand, He studied the maid warily looking for sarcasm. Then a slow grin appeared as he realised the maid had actually learnt her place at long last. It wasn’t a pleasant grin, more a sneering, sadistic grin.

“That’s very good maid. See how my training can improve your disposition?”

“Oh yes Master,” Eden tugged down the back of his skirt, ensuring it now covered his stocking tops after his chastisement. “Thank you so much.”

It was ten minutes later, as Eden refilled their drinks glasses with more wine, that Melissa took from her bag a small folder with an elastic band holding it together.

She removed the band and brought out some forms and heavily detailed documents with a bank’s headings.

Eden settled back, close to the wall, hands before his skirt, though he’d like to rub his sore buttocks really, and ensured he was full attentive in case anyone ordered him to fetch something.

“So, banking has to follow set rules,” Melissa said, as if reciting a prepared speech. “Marcus’ needs were not straight forward, but I think you’ll be happy with the result.”

Marcus simply nodded, so Melissa continued.

“We’ve made you a co signatory of all of Eden’s bank accounts and savings accounts.”

Marcus winced, “Look. That’s not what I told you to sort out for me!”

Melissa leaned back against her chair holding up her palms to him, as if to soothe him.

“Marcus. Please. This is the only way to do it. So you and Eden  both sign these top forms where I put the crosses. Then you will be co signatories.” Sensing the Master of the House’s patience evaporating, she sped up her delivery. “Once that is done, then you both sign the second swathe of papers, removing Eden from all accounts.”

The Master of the House relaxed. “Got ya! Leaving me sole signatory of the accounts.”

A relieved Melissa said, “Yes, exactly. That’s the legal way to do it.”

Eden’s head sprang up. Eh? He was going to be handing over his bank accounts to the Master of the House? He had to speak. Sadly for the maid, her sore bottom was a reminder of what happens when she misunderstood matters and sounded off without permission.

But now his brain was on high alert. Though, dismally for Eden, having been locked in chastity for a month, his brain just refused to function.

“Then we set up the new account you asked for,” the cute woman continued. “Eden’s employee account, where you have full authority over it. Eden’s minimum wage is paid into it automatically every month, plus any bonuses her employers feel she deserves.  You of course will be able to summon the account at any time to ensure the maid is not being profligate with your generous employees’ package.”

“Wait,” Marcus, sighed. “Why not make it so that I have to sign off all her purchases.”

Melissa raised a finger. “Well Ericka and I had a chat about that. Obviously, the maid is fed and watered by you  here, and also, she has free accommodation. So the only things she needs to buy are clothes.”

Melissa looked to Ericka for support.

Ericka smiled eager to please. “Master, you don’t want to have to sign off any panties your maid purchases for herself. Masters have more important things to do with their times, than the trivia of their maid’s existence.”

Marcus looked unconvinced.

“I mean,” Ericka continued, “it’s not as if she can buy a car with her earnings. Any big purchases you and I will have to make for her.”

“Yeh, I guess,” Marcus nodded. “Yeh. Who wants to authorising panties being bought? Complete waste of time!”

The two women giggled.

For Eden two separate viewpoints were running side by side. He was being completely demoted to a lowly maid, who could buy only items a maid requires. That was humiliating! Yet, the second thoughts were erotic. The complete loss of power and the need to be subservient to Ericka’s lover made him aroused.

He pumped more useless semen into his already soaked panties. He’d have to change them first time he was sent from the room. He emitted a low groan, as he came so close to an orgasm that he couldn’t quite experience, then quickly took in his Master to ensure he hadn’t noticed his little explosion of lust.

Marcus tapped the table, “and just to be sure. The dumb maid cannot take back the old accounts?”

“Oh no!” Melissa was emphatic. “Once she has signed away her rights, then it is all gone. I would suggest you change the passwords on the accounts to ensure she can never access them again.”

Marcus roared a laugh.

“Maid!”

Eden stood up to attention when the Master of the House called his name.

“Yes Master?”

“Get your fat arse over here! Now!”

“Yes Master”

The Master of the House forced a biro into the small hand of the maid, before barking, “sign everywhere you have to.”

“Master, I think we should have a chat …”

One hard look from the Master had the maid hurriedly scrawling her signature to all the places she was instructed.

 

 

 

Marcus was in a bustling hurry.

He is always in a hurry, Eden thought as he helped the Master of the House by pulling the Master’s coat up his arms and over the broad man’s shoulders.

As he shrugged the coat into position, Marcus said. “I’ll be back later. You know how important this meeting is.”

Erika, Eden’s wife, dragged hung her arms around Marcus’ neck enabling him to haul her tight for an almighty kiss.

As sleepy eyed Erika stepped back, aroused and in need.

“Be good,” Marcus said to her before turning to his maid. “And you buck up. No more bratty behaviour from you!”

Eden swallowed. So unfair! He hadn’t been bratty! Marcus had spanked him because he cleared away the dishes from breakfast while Marcus was still drinking his coffee. Eden hadn’t intended to be naughty.

On other days, Marcus would spank him for not clearing way the table fast enough.

“Yes, Master,” Eden said, stepping back in his short maid’s uniform.

He hated wearing the skimpy maid’s uniform in the hallway when the door was opened onto the world.

Finally, the door closed, and Eden held his breath. He never relaxed until the Master of the House had driven down the path and away.

When the car drove away and the sound of the engine could no longer be heard, he felt the tension in his shoulders subside as he sighed with relief.

Erika giggled, “Silly maid. If you behaved, he wouldn’t have to spank you.”

“Mistress! That’s so unfair. He keeps promising that if I am good then he will unlock my cage and release me so I can play. And he never does!”

“Aw,” she cuddled him, feeling his warm cheek on hers. “I am sure he means it. You know the Master of the House always says what he means.”

Indulging his senses in his wife’s embrace, Eden said, “I know Mistress. But it’s been 4 weeks now. I can’t do it anymore! I need to cum.”

She brought her lips to his and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth.

Breathless, she said, “Oh my God you are so, fucking adorable!”

“Oh!” was all that the maid could respond with.

Obviously, a maid couldn’t take any initiatives, so he awaited his wife’s next move. He wasn’t even permitted to push his tongue into her mouth. Only she could instigate that.

She licked her lips, staring deep into his darkly made up eyes, before pushing his fringe out of his eyes.

Still he waited. What was she going to do?

She grinned. “Right upstairs, you. The bed, right now!”

The Mistress and maid fled upstairs in a flurry of excited giggles.

For 30 glorious minutes she had her way with the maid, first with him on his back in missionary position, then with the two of them in their lingerie, rolling around the bed. Finally, she ordered him up on to all fours and mounted him from the rear, rubbing against his pantied bottom with her pussy. She tugged at his nipples, hearing him squeal in a pain she now understood he enjoyed.

“You’re just a fucking dumb maid, like it says on your collar!”

Eden groaned, “Yes, Mistress.”

He hated his locked metal collar with the letters spelling out: “Dumb Maid” on the front. It was so gut twisting humiliating. An embarrassment he couldn’t avoid, each and every time he checked his appearance in the mirror. And as the Master of the House insisted on his appearance being immaculate at all times, he spent a good deal of time in front of the mirror staring at those degrading words.

Yet why did it make him so wet between the legs? The thoughts of his ordeals made him spurt into his wonderfully fresh silky panties. And of course, his wet panties made him a point of ridicule for the Master of the House who would always taunt Eden with, “You love it really don’t you, tramp.”

To which a deeply aroused and sub spaced maid would whisper, “Oh yes, Master.”

How Eden longed for his wife to force him onto his back and spread his stocking legs with hers and fuck him. But it was no longer his place to dictate the terms of their love making.

As the Mistress and the maid moaned in their own guttural ways, so Erika’s phone buzzed on the bedside cabinet.

She stopped, and Eden waited to see what she would do, hoping she wouldn’t stop to answer the phone.

But she did.

Rolling her eyes at Eden, she crawled down the bed and lifted her mobile to look at the flashing ident on the screen.

“Oh. It’s him! Wouldn’t you know it!”

She sounded cross.

Eden chanced his luck. “Perhaps Mistress, you should tell him you are busy, and you can’t talk right now.”

She laughed, unlocking the phone.

“Why don’t you tell him, maid?”

The phone was held out to him as she answered.

Eden heard his master’s words, “Hey, slut, what you up to?”

His heart stopped beating as he stared helplessly at his wife.

Of course, a maid couldn’t say to the Master of the House, that they couldn’t talk right now. He shook his head with wide terrified eyes.

Still laughing she took it back and said, “Oh hello Master.”

As Eden nestled back on his knees, relieved, so she smiled at her silly maid and patted his thigh around the stocking top.

She spoke with long silences between her words, as Eden tried to work out what was being said. Oh, how he hated being left in the dark about everything.

“Yes Master … Of course, Master … yes Master, I will. Oh, tonight? Dinner? … Oh!”

Then what ever he said to her made her blush deep red and lower her head, so her blonde hair fell around her face like a curtain.

With the call over, a shocked Erika rested the phone back on to the bedside cabinet, just staring at the floor.

Not being permitted to ask why she was so pensive, Eden just stared hard at his wife, as if telepathy could bring her thoughts into his head.

Finally, she turned to her troubled maid and said, “Maid. Get dressed. You have plenty to do. We have two guests for dinner tonight and the Master of the House …”

“Two guests!” Eden was shocked.

It was only following raised eyebrows from his wife that he added, “Mistress.”

“Yes, silly maid. Two guests. Now pay attention. The Master wants a sirloin joint, with roast vegetables. I’ll go out and get that. You clean the house from top to bottom. He wants them to be impressed with the maid service here.”

“But why, Mistress?”

“Asking questions will get you another spanking. He wants a fine red wine opened an hour before the meal, to breathe and a chilled white prepared.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Eden felt lost. Surely the Master of the House wasn’t going to parade him before more people? It was bad enough with the two football nights Eden had endured, where the Master’s mates came around for beers and snacks which Eden had to serve as the maid. They were brutes! His little dick spurted into his chastity cage at the memory. Oh, why did the humiliations he suffered so arouse him?

Though, he recalled, once the nerves died down, it was fun parading around attired as a servant before lusting guys.

Erika was still speaking, he had to try and pay attention unless he’d be in trouble again.

“He wants a fresh tablecloth. Oh, maid, make sure the dining room is gleaming!”

“Yes Mistress.”

She smiled. “Aw. Don’t pout. You know we can play when he’s gone to work tomorrow.”

“I know Mistress,” the maid pouted. “But he always interrupts our games! Just as it is getting hot!”

Frowning, she replied, “I know, sweety.”

She nodded then as if electrified by a thought, to burst into activity.

“I said get dressed, maid. I’ll show you how to do the sirloin the way he likes it.”

Then she flew out of the door shouting back, “Laters, babe.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Oh, it was so unjust. A spanked bottom and then not being able to play with his own wife unless she authorised some fun between them.

He picked up his silky, short maid’s dress and began re dressing.

Twenty miles away, in a carpark outside a group of offices, Marcus watched the entire show unfold on his phone. He laughed at the dumb maid and so-called mistress not knowing the laptop camera was always on, sending him a feed. His dick was engorged from watching their performance and he was pleased with how she was taking charge of the maid. This time he didn’t have to say anything about what positions they should adopt. They were performing naturally. Mistress and dumb, sissy maid. It was all taking shape now, and after tonight the dumb maid would be locked permanently into his position.

Just over a month ago, the dumb the cuck hadn’t apologised or used the word ‘Sir’ when instructed. Once Marcus had finished with the dumb maid, then he’d be spending the rest of his days addressing everyone as Sir or Madam. He laughed out loud, alone in his car and the only person who knew what was going to happen that evening.

 

Eden could barely take his eyes off the wonderful brunette.

She was strikingly feminine, and probably in her early thirties. She wore a neatly cropped hair style that made her cute face look elfish. She was elegantly slight and thinnish, with less curves than Erika. Her dress had slender straps, cleaved to her slight body and ended mid-way down her thighs. She smiled eagerly at Marcus the way Eden noticed women did to hunky Alpha male types.

Marcus had introduced her to Erika, as “Melissa, from the bank”.

But he hadn’t introduced Melissa to Eden. Obviously! Because he was the maid. No one cared what the maid thinks! Eden cursed his position as the lowest point in the household. He might as well have been the coat stand in the cupboard.

On seeing the maid, Melissa gawped, her eyes running up and down the short dressed servant, making Eden feel uncomfortably self conscious but damply aroused between his bare thighs above the stockings.

“Oh my. Look at her!” Her voice was upper class, with her inflections mirroring her girlish glee at the sight of the house servant.

Erika and Melissa immediately hit it off in a an excited feminine high, before retreating to the dining room in a hail of whispered exchanges and loud laughter.

Mr Hudson arrived shortly after, a potbellied, balding forty year old who gave off the vibe of being the life and soul of the party.

After the introductions with Erika, Mr Hudson caught sight of the silly maid trying to hide behind the considerable frame of the Master of the House.

“Hey!”

Mr Hudson took in the nervous maid with hungry, lecherous eyes.

“Maid,” barked Marcus, “give Mr Hudson a twirl.”

“Yes, Master.”

How demeaning! Nevertheless, Eden knew better than argue with the Master of the House and pirouetting around on his high heels, performing as instructed. His skirt skipped up about his thighs as he did so, though he didn’t make any attempt to  push it down as he was often admonished for making any attempt to hide his stocking tops and panties.

Mr Hudson leaned in close to Marcus, “I can see what you mean! Just wow. Wow and more wows.”

Marcus shrugged, “She’s ok when you keep a firm hand on her backside.”

Eden blushed and lowered his chin.

“Maid,” Marcus said, “Take Mr Hudson’s coat and then get your fat arse into the dining room to take drink orders.”

“Yes, Master.”

Once drinks had been served the maid was dispatched by the Master of the House to prepare dinner.

“And don’t screw it up!” He called after the fleeing maid.

Erika rose from her seat, “Oh, maid, any problems, give me a shout.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Melissa leaned forward with a sly smile, while cradling her gin and tonic, “Or ask me, gorgeous.”

A shocked Eden said, “Yes of course, Miss.”

Eden noticed his wife’s eyes narrow and lips tightening before she said, “Oh, thank you Melissa, but that won’t be necessary.”

Melissa, smiled innocently, “Oh no trouble Erika at all. I can assure you.”

Melissa pulled back her shoulders, maintained her hostess smile. “I think you will find that it is my kitchen and my maid!”

Though his wife smiled sweetly, Eden knew her well enough to know there was icy steel behind his wife’s response.

“You still here, maid?” Marcus asked quietly.

There were times when the Master of the House’s quietly spoken words carried more menace than when he bellowed.

“Oh yes, Master. Sorry Master.”

It was a grateful maid who bolted the room to the calm haven of her kitchen.

It was an hour later, when the maid was checking the roast potatoes that Erika joined her maid in the kitchen.

Straight away Eden noticed, his wife’s eyebrows were tight together and her distracted demeanour,  as she asked, “How you getting on, sweetie?”

“Fine thank you Mistress. Your instructions are easy to follow.”

The Mistress of the House glanced over the simmering pots on the stove and nodded, “Well I did write them with your little brain in mind.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Be sure to have the sirloin stand before serving. I’ll check with Marcus if he wants to carve. You know what guys are like. Coming in at the last moment to take credit for everything.”

“Yes Mistress.”

He paused, and thought through his next words as he spoke them. “Mistress what is happening? Who are,” he shook, he almost said their names! Was he permitted to say the names of others if they were guests? “Those, er, two, people.”

For a long while she studied her sweet maid, before smiling and giving her a hug.

“You don’t have anything to worry about little maid. The Master of the House is sorting out everything.”

“Mistress, they keep staring at me.”

Erika laughed. “I’m not surprised, you sexy tramp.”

They both smiled, though Erika’s smile waned as she heard high heeled feet behind her.

Melissa entered the kitchen looking perky, “Oh now doesn’t that smell good. You’re not just a bit of hot arse are you maid?”

“Erm, well, I er, no, thank you, Miss.”

Erika turned to face Melissa hard on. “I’m sure the maid would be better left alone while preparing dinner.”

“Really?” Melissa affected a shocked expression. She stared at Eden, “Is that true maid? Do you really not require my hand to help you?

Eden blushed, awkwardly glancing away as the storm brewed.

“Melissa, dear,” Erika said, “I suggest if you want a maid of your own then you might find one. Yes?”

Eden felt his tummy crowd with nerves. What if the Master heard them arguing? Eden knew that he, as the maid, would get blamed. A spanked bottom would follow, and more than likely, he’d be sent to bed.

“Erm, Mistress, and Miss,” Eden cleared his throat, “I am sure that at the moment I am ok. But I am most grateful for your offer of assistance. Thank you so much.”

The two women locked eyes, and for a moment there was a Texas standoff, but after an eternity Melissa smiled stiffly and walked away.

“See you,” she said over her shoulder.

Eden heard his wife emit a long exhale and saw her eyes were closed. He wanted to reach out and cuddle her, but that was forbidden. Now, as Mistress of the House, only Erika could instigate an embrace.

When her gorgeous blue eyes flipped open, she smiled as if relaxed.

“Watch out for that conniving bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And if you need any help in your kitchen, you get me. Got it? No one else!”

The words were spoken so firmly that Eden found himself standing to attention.

“Yes Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

As a thoughtful Mistress wandered away, Eden blurted out, “I love you Mistress.”

She grinned back at him, “I know you do honey. But when you are dressed like that, oh my, some women won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”

 

 

Dinner went so well, that at one point even the Master of the House said, “Good maid. Clever girl.”

Eden beamed, his mind being blown away by the rare compliment leaving him frozen when he should have been clearing the used plates from the table.

“Close your mouth,” Marcus said cruelly, “there’s not a cock around!”

“Yes Master, sorry Master.”

Eden fled away from the callous laughter around the table.

His cheeks still burning when he returned from the kitchen, head bowed, for the remaining dishes.

Mr Hudson picked up his briefcase, opened it and removed a number of official looking documents with stickit notes protruding from the stack.

“Ok. So, you were asking about employment laws,” he said, with a laugh in his voice. “I think you’ll like this.”

The maid scurried out with the last of the dishes as he heard Mr Hudson say in an emphatic manner, as each word carried weight: “So, the unusual, let’s say unique, circumstances of the maid’s employment …”

Eden was already in the hall but paused. Maid’s employment? He tiptoed into the kitchen, his ears as keen as those of a bat, but Mr Hudson’s words became muffled. He quickly returned for the condiments and to give the table a wipe.

“ … we would have to ensure that the contract will stand up in any court in the land.”

“That’s what I’m paying you for,” Marcus said brusquely, but with his eyes fixed on the forms.

As the maid left this time, he heard:

“Oh sure. Yes. Well, you gotta get your staff nailed down. So first comes nomenclature …”

No men what? Eden hurried to the kitchen, and just dropped the condiments on the kitchen table. He’d put them away in the cupboards later. He had to hear what Mr Hudson was talking about. A contract for a maid?

He raced back on his heels and, being a good maid after a month of firm guidance from the Master of the House, he quietly adopted a pose near a wall, away from those he served. He placed both hands in front of him, on his gorgeously silky short dress and bowed his head. In his mind he hoped he was invisible. Indeed, everyone appeared hooked on Mr Hudson’s presentation, and no one ever noticed a maid until they wanted something.

“So, yeh, the term maid is fine,” Mr Hudson continued. “Often used in hotels and restaurants for staff. But Master and Mistress won’t work. That will nullify the document. So, in the contract you Marcus are referred to as Senior Manager and you,” he smiled at Erika, “and you as Departmental Head.”

Eden noticed that his wife appeared disappointed, but Marcus nodded impatiently.

“So, then we get to duties of a maid,” Mr Hudson pulled a small file over to him. “These are carefully detailed at your preferences following our discussions. So each of the domestic duties is exhaustive with all necessary clauses. It’s no good saying the maid has to do the ironing but not having a clause stating the standards sought. You get my drift.”

“Aw,” Erika said, “she is getting good at ironing.”

Mr Hudson smiled. “Practice. This time next year, she’ll be brilliant.”

This time next year? Eden drew back one of his heels, so his knee was before the other and furrowed his brow in thought. In a year’s time? Oh, this is infuriating! How can he not even be permitted to ask questions? He might have something useful to offer! Of course, truly he knew how dumb his ideas often sounded, especially when the Master of the House would bellow a laugh and take the piss out of his any thoughts he expressed.

For that reason Eden remained crossly silent. Wait till he told them that there was no way he was going to spend another twelve months locked up in chastity as an obedient maid. That just wasn’t going to happen.

What were they thinking?

“Your notes on uniforms were fine,” Mr Hudson said, “but it might be worth having it in black and white when she should use the shorter outfits, like the one the babe is wearing right now.”

Everyone looked at Eden, who became flustered at the attention and quickly hung onto the hems of his skirt, hoping to pull them down lower.

Mellissa had her back to Eden, so she had to twist around in her seat, with her arm over the back of the chair, to gain a good view of the red-faced maid.

“You can’t have your dumb slut preening around a supermarket in an outfit like that! From what you’ve said, she loves attention.”

Oh, that wasn’t true. How hot could his cheeks go? Well, maybe a little attention, as Lynn, the hairdresser and his mentor says, ‘what’s the point of getting yourself dolled up and no on noticing!’

“So, clause 5 deals with this in specific terms.” Mr Hudson cleared his throat and began reading, “The maid must wear appropriate uniforms commensurate with her duties. Though, short dresses may be worn in the garden when carrying drinks and food for guests, or hanging out the washing, all trips outside the household grounds must be in the longer length, official dress.” He glanced at Marcus, “The one you mentioned that stops just above the knee.”

Marcus sat up straight, looking troubled.

“Hang on a sec. This longer skirt thing, yeh? She will still look like a maid to anyone who sees her?”

Erika giggled and said, “Oh yes Master. It’s ideal for outside, or any place with crowds.”

“Well, it better be,” Marcus warned. “I don’t want anyone who meets her being left in any doubt as to her position in life.”

Outside? In shops? Panic barrelled through Eden, fogging his mind. His breathing became short. Then he calmed. Of course! They were so pleased with his maid service that they were going to hire  a proper maid! Sometimes the Master of the House was right about him, Eden thought. He can be so dumb! He smiled at his silliness and then relaxed to hear the rest of Mr Hudson’s talk.

It made perfect sense to Eden that the Master and Mistress of the House would wish to have a real maid, once Eden’s duties finished and he was released.

He smiled to himself. Not as dumb as the Master thinks!

It was so much easier when he knew it wasn’t about him. Oddly, a pang of regret stirred in his tummy. Yes, being a  maid was humiliating and downright horrible when the Master of the House punished him in front of his wife and daughter, but there was something rewarding  about being dressed as sexily as this and serving others. How wonderful when he was told he was a good girl or a good maid. It didn’t happen often, but he worked hard in the hope of hearing those words.

On the other hand, if he was freed then Marcus would have to release his little cock forever straining in its cage.

“The penultimate para is one you’ll both like,” Mr Hudson said. “The maid must service the requirements of the managers, to the managers satisfaction. else face the consequences of her failure.”

Erika and Eden exchanged a shy smile, with both of their cheeks blushing.

Now that was hot, Eden thought. Now that his wife had developed a taste for playing with a maid in bed, she would have to find a fresh maid to play with once Eden hung up his heels. Wow. Hopefully he would be allowed to watch them kiss and cuddle in their lingerie.

Mr Hudson smiled, “So finally, comes the end clause. Really important. Having detailed the maid’s tasks to the letter, it maybe that you will require her to carry out other functions, that right now you cannot predict. So the end clause is, ‘the maid shall carry out duties as and when instructed by management.’”

Marcus laughed cruelly. “Brilliant! Love it!”

“We often add it to work contracts,” Mr Hudson said proudly. “Covers everything an employee will ever be told to do!”

“Ok,” Marcus said, not indulging Mr Hudson’s need for praise. “So terms of service and time scales.”

“Yes. The maid starts the moment she signs the forms.” Mr Hudson smiled knowingly, “but with a six  month termination clause.”

“What’s that. Speak English!” Marcus said.

Eden was often frightened by the Master of the House even when he was shouting at someone else.

“Ok. So there is always a notice period. You cannot just fire an employee. Nor can that employee just leave. Businesses would just fall apart. So you have to add a notice period. Give you time to find a replacement.”

Marcus nodded, unconvinced “Yeh. I suppose so.”

“So two weeks or one month notice are the norm. Sometimes, for essential staff you have a three month period of notice. But for your maid, I’d suggest a full six months. This is the longest period legally enforceable. That way, if the little madam, has a row and storms out, you would be in your legal rights to drag her sorry arse to court and enforce her to work the full six months.”

Eden gasped. The poor maid they would employ would be trapped! No matter how mean the Master of the House was to her, she would have to continue to work for him! Oh my! Eden hoped the future maid would be sensible enough to read the contract. Because even the dumbest of blondes wouldn’t agree to that!

Marcus rubbed the stubble on his chin. “And the court would require the maid to come back and serve her six months termination period.”

“You got it,” Mr Hudson said.

“Love it!” Declared Marcus. “Fucking love it.”

“So that leaves pay,” Mr Hudson said, lifting up a two sheet document and laying it before him.

“Pay?” Marcus growled. “She should be grateful someone is making use of her.”

“Indeed, Marcus. For sure. But to make it legal and binding a contract has to denote something is paid for a service. If nothing exchanges hands the whole agreement is worthless.”

“She gets room and board,” Marcus said.

“Sadly, that comes with a live in position.”

Marcus sighed.

“But,” Mr Hudson said with his merry cheerful countenance, “For such a lowly unskilled position you can pay minimum wages.”

Marcus grunted, “I wouldn’t be paying the lazy bitch more, that’s for sure!”

Aw, Eden thought, the poor maid who was going to replace him would be trapped in a dreadful situation of service.

Mr Hudson pulled together the various documents, with a smug look on his face, knowing he’d hit home with his work.

“Master?” Asked Erika.

“Yeh?” Marcus said.

“Shall we send the maid to get a bottle of champagne for Melissa’s presentation?”

“Yeh! Great.” Marcus turned to Eden, “Get your fat arse out to the kitchen and fetch a bottle of champagne from the cooler. And be smart about it!”

It had been so long since he had been given an instruction that the maid stood bolt upright in shock.

“Oh, yes Master. Right away Master.”

A nightmarish thought crashed about his head as if a dinner plate had been smashed over him. This could be the last time he is sent on a duty. The last bottle he has to fetch. Some young slut would be doing his job! Yes, HIS job. After all he had created the position making it necessary for Marcus to fill it.

Eden paused at the door, mopped a tear from his eye and turned to bravely face the room. He clenched his fist and stamped his heeled foot.

“I don’t want another maid here! It’s not fair. It really isn’t! I’ve worked hard and I try to be obedient. And I try to be dutiful, even to your guests. And …”

At that point a cacophony of feelings exploded within the maid. The thought of not being able to wear the delicious maid’s outfit, the lingerie, the apron, the maid’s hat. Of not being thought good enough to be the maid of the house. So what if his dick was locked away, and he was soundly beaten for infractions? Wasn’t it a price worth paying?

And, and might his Mistress no longer wish to play with him? She would want to play with the new maid!

Suddenly he realised this was all his fault for complaining too much.

Blubbing overwhelmed the distraught maid, and she could no longer think.

“Please don’t fire me,” she blurted before the weeping over whelmed her.

 

 

Its no good pleading with your wife for her Bull to stop spanking you.

She pouts and lowers her eyes, “sorry honey, but he’s in charge now.”

As ever with writing like this, I have no idea how true it is. The details in it make it feel right, but maybe just sit back and enjoy the ride.

From a Reddit group posting:

Over the weekend I was a sissy maid for a private event/party. Due to confidentially – I won’t get into the specifics of the event – ill just share the highlights/give an idea.

I’ve been training for about 2 weeks with my sissy mentor on the etiquette required to be a good sissy maid – having good presentation, time management, attention to detail, communication/interpersonal skills, general housekeeping training, etc.

Per the request of the hosts, I was the only sissy maid for the event (I really like my maid outfit and it’s becoming my default outfit for any event – if you don’t know what to wear for an event, just wear a maid’s outfit… every event needs a maid service lol). I really really love my maid’s outfit as we tailored it to make it shorter so you can see my chastity cage and my butt.

My anxiety was ever-growing as the event was getting closer, especially since we were running a little late (I hate to be last ones at a party… everybody looking at you while you enter lol). As soon as walked into the event… I was super nervous… out of the 40ish people, I only knew about 8 people (from previous femdom events). I’m very shy/introverted, so you can imagine how I felt as people kept starting at me (I hate that).

It was a melting pot – the party was for sissies, mistress/masters, and people that are just generally want to be associated with sissies. Pretty much all the sissies wore different outfits – bdsm, schoolgirl, lingerie, etc. (sissy were encouraged to wear whatever/freedom of expression). The Mistress/masters were either in their vanilla clothes or in their dominant outfits. I was introduced to everybody and tried to be friendly as possible (weirdly enough – being in a skimpy maid out, in makeup, with a chastity cage/butt plug – I was more comfortable in that attire than I would have been in my vanilla clothes lol).

My nervousness started to melt away when I started doing my tasks. As I was doing my service throughout the night, I started to get more comfortable, lively, and vibing with everyone. My main task was to clean/take care of the kitchen area, provide food/drinks, making sure to be attentive to anyone needing anything, helping setup party stations/equipment, etc.

I had a vibrating butt plug in me which I gave the remote control to the hosts/guests, which they would pass it to someone else like every 5 min… If anyone needed anything they would buzz me… It took about maybe 10 min until I got my first buzz (that was actually a great ice breaker). Buzz me when you need something, turn it off when you don’t….it was buzzing all night…halfway through the night, people just buzzed me to mess/tease with me lol…

Imagine this – you are in one room setting either setting up pegging station, throwing away trash, or pouring drinks, your butt plug starts to vibrate, you go outside of the room into a sea of people, now you to have to find the person who buzzed you… take 5-10 min to find that person… only for them wanting to show off your chastity cage/grope your butt (apparently I have a squeezable butt)… this was all night long…

Gosh, this one girl was so damn cute and bubbly, kept flirting with me all night (not a mistress, just a girl that likes sissies). She must have fondled my cage/played with my butt 20 times that night. She kept teasing me – telling me bend over to pick up something so she can see my butt or pretending to be annoyed/upset at something I did so she could discipline me a bit (I’m very gullible/naïve), Gawd I was so so attracted to her….

The games/events started to get more and more extreme/frisky throughout the night also. But I didn’t play or participate in any of those (since I was in service and I’m not comfortable yet to play with people in public). I just made sure everyone had everything they needed to have their fun/play.

By like midnight things started to mellow down and I was told to stop doing service and just chill and vibe. I was dead tired being on my feet/my ass being buzzed all night. I really really made some awesome connections/friend by the end of the party. I didn’t stay until the exact end of the party, as I was with my sissy friend (I would have helped clean up at the end tho). We drove back to her place so I could soak in everything that just happened, take off my makeup, and chill.

As I was driving back home… I remembered that I forgot to take back my butt plug remote… I was told that if I want it back… I need to come and do service again… can’t wait! I’ll post a few pics of me from that night later in the week. Sorry for the long post, just wanted to share my experience.

If its snowing, wear a nice warm pair of boots.