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“Sissy Maids: The latest trend in relationships” by c.w. cobblestone

— couldn’t make up my mind on which was the best picture. Black reflects the story line but the pink one is so hot and cute. DF

 

Finally Eden had to make a stand. The Bull now ruled his home as if he were a real Master. The maid and cuck games were fine, even if pushed to their limits, but to have taken away their wedding rings and the celebratory paraphernalia proving their marriage, was stomach burningly, crushing.

It was time for the Master to move on!

Eden careful checked his appearance in the full-length mirror of the room that had formerly been his daughter’s but was now the bedroom to which he had been relegated as the house maid.

He brushed down the skirt part of the dress that so amusingly flowered out from his hips, before running his palms down the waist that had been so narrowed by the gripping corset. He smiled at his reflection, quietly revelling in the satin prison.

Whenever he moved, he felt the beautiful, silky material slide effortlessly over more silky beautiful material. The skirt over the petticoats, the petticoats over the stockings.

Then he had to stop.

Oh-My- God, he needed release, he needed to cum. The eroticism sent his brain spinning into orbit.

As soon as the egotistical Bull was driving away from his house, then his wife, Erika, could release his pent up dick and he would cum and cum and cum.

He giggled to himself at how ingenious he was being. He’d get shot of the Bull and he and his wife could enjoy sex as much as they wanted. When they chose to acquire another Bull then fine, they would both do it. Maybe lay down harder rules with the new Bull to prevent these sort of misunderstandings.

He felt light on his heels as he descended the staircase. Already his problems felt as if they were vanishing in the rear view mirror.

As he reached the hallway, he heard the Bull’s voice from the kitchen. Time to put him in his place! The misogynist, sexist bully was about to learn a valuable lesson when you step out of line.

He checked his permed, dyed blonde hair in the hallway mirror, flicking it from side to side. He didn’t want to have his appearance questioned. The Bull would find and excuse to spank him, and that would bring to an end his cunning plan.

With his head bowed, Marcus was near the cooker, staring intently into space, as if he were thinking through one of his silly devious plans.

The maid stood in the doorway and quietly coughed to gain his attention.

It was only then that Eden realised that the Master of the House was on his mobile, engaged in a serious conversation.

On hearing the maid, Marcus shook his head. What was it with the dumb bitch? Constantly in need of attention. He kicked the kitchen door shut.

“Fuck off,” were the muffled words, Eden heard from beyond the closed door.

“Oh!”

Eden brought his fingers up to his lips. He hadn’t meant to make the Bull cross. How was he to have known that he was on the phone. Surely, he wasn’t going to be spanked for that! We winced and wriggled his hips at the injustice of it all.

He heard Erika laugh. She was stood in the hallway, in one of her short dresses. Did she ever wear trousers these days?

“Silly maid. You upsetting the Master of the House again?”

“No Mistress. No really. Gosh, I didn’t know he was on the phone. I sort of just wanted …”

“Stop jabbering, maid.”

She kissed his cheek affectionately before giving him a light squeeze.

Erika whispered in the maid’s ear, “You’ll get us both punished if you’re not careful.”

Eden felt flustered. Why didn’t she understand? They had to escape the grip of this overly demanding Bull.

“Mistress!”

Taken aback at the maid’s sudden upright stance and wife eyed irritation, she laughed again. It was impossible to take a sexy clad maid seriously when she pointed that way.

“Oh maid. Whatever is the matter?”

“You know what’s the matter! That,” he lowered his voice, thumbing at the closed kitchen door, “that brute in there, has taken our rings and our wedding photographs. He’s going too far.”

“Uh-uh,” the wife smiled to one side of her mouth, “and tell me, oh big shot maid, who is going to hang a bell around the Master’s neck?”

“Eh? Mistress, you are losing it. It is not Master’s who have a bell around their necks.”

She shook her head, breaking into further laughter. “Maid! It’s an old story. When the mice rebel against the cat …”

She smiled at his wide eyed, lack of understanding.

“Never mind. So, who is going to tell the Master of the House about his short comings?”

“Well, I suppose, and I’m just saying, me.” Suddenly he thought better of his plan, his eyes opened wide with hope, “unless Mistress you’d like to. I mean you are closer to him and everything.”

“Maid. Finger on lips.”

Oh no! they were having an important conversation. Nevertheless he quickly adopted the humbling pose of his index finger on his pouting lips. This was a measure the Master had introduced them both to, whenever either was, in his words, ‘jabbering mindlessly’.

Once she knew he wouldn’t dare interrupt her, she continued.

“No maid. Let’s wait and see what happens. Yes? You know he’s always one step ahead of you,” she noted his down cast face so quickly added, “well, both of us.”

Bursting to speak, Eden widened his eyes, so they were the size of pool balls.

“Hush maid. We will see where he is taking this adventure and then talk to him. How does that sound?”

Mad! To Eden it sounded like a demented idea.

She laughed loudly. “Oh maid, you do look funny when you are cross but helpless!”

The kitchen door banged open, and the Master burst out. All at once Eden found himself shying away not just from the size of the bulky brute but also the insane energy that drove him.

“What the fuck is up with you two? I’m trying to have a private conversation in here!”

“Sorry Master!” Erika stood to attention her eyes fixed on the man who ruled their lives, fearful that he might punish her. His hand spankings were fun and erotic, but when he wanted to make a point he could be a terrifying tyrant.

Eden maintained silence with his finger fixed to his  lips. After all he hadn’t been told to remove it and he always felt safer when like this or when gagged. If he wasn’t allowed to speak then he couldn’t get into further trouble with the Master or Mistress of the House.

The Bull sighed raising the phone back to his ear.

“Ok Alicia. See you later.”

Alicia? Eden and Erika shot each other a disturbed glance. He was speaking to their daughter? What on earth about?

He pocketed his phone and grabbed the sissy and his wife by their ears.

“Now listen you two, every time I gotta do something, I get you two playing up. If it’s not one, then it’s the other. Now both of you behave!”

“Yes, Master,” Erika said eagerly.

Maintaining his finger at his lips, Eden simply nodded, believing it was still best not to say anything.

“Maid!” The Bull barked.

Eden bounced to attention, still his finger pressed to his lips.

“Get some wine and beers sorted. Make sure their chilled. Prepare some snacks. Set it up in the dining room.”

Eden nodded, his eyes wide with dread lest he ought to be replying.

The Bull dropped his heavy arm around Erika’s narrow shoulders as he led her into the sitting room, turning back to the maid.

“Enough food for me, this slut here, and a couple of guests.” He paused before adding an additional point, “and I guess something for yourself.”

Eden nodded as a door was slammed in his face for the second time in a couple of minutes.

When he was certain the Master of the House wouldn’t return to the hall, his shoulders sagged with relief.  Dumb Bull! He dropped his hand from his face and poked his tongue out at the door, quickly drawing back lest the door were to fly open and he find the Master of the House witnessing his errant act of defiance.

Wait. Two guests? He had to prepare for two guests? Well, he certainly wouldn’t be serving them in his maid’s attire, that’s for sure.

An hour later, the terrified maid answered the door.

Eden had tried to remonstrate about attending to the door in his short maid’s dress, but the Master of the House has a way of looking at the maid to ensure compliance. It’s not merely the severe expression, but also a hint of contempt, sometimes a quick raising of the eyebrows.

The maid’s protests quickly peter out and scurries scurry away to perform the duty that has been demanded of her. Whatever the humiliating or arduous consequences of obeying a dreaded instruction, the alternative, being errant or naughty would invoke worse consequences.

Eden opened the door and stood shocked.

Alicia stared at the maid with eyes that grew wider and wider until they looked close to popping.

“Da…, er maid?”

“Yes Miss?”

Eden held the front door open while staring at his shocked daughter in order having to look at the guy standing next to her.

Alicia blinked.

“You are wearing a maid’s uniform!”

Eden swallowed. “Yes Miss.”

The evening was dark, there was a chilly drizzle in the air. Yellow streetlights glowed in a damp mist.

Suddenly an ugly male laugh.

“Hey babes. You didn’t tell me you were fucking royalty. A maid. Jesus Christ alive.”

The voice was deep, young and bellowed with arrogance.

Stepping back from the door, with hanging head so he couldn’t take in the face of the man, Eden waited as they moved inside.

The guy must have been 6’4. Not as sturdy as the Master of the House, but  square shouldered and possessing some of the power of the Bull in his presence.

“Hey,” the Master of the House greeted the pair.

“What’s happening here?” Alicia asked.

“Maid, you on strike?” The Bull asked.

“Master?” Eden stood to full attention, anxious in case he’d been naughty.

“Take their coats before I lay into that fat arse of yours.”

“Yes Master. Of course, Master.”

Eden slipped off the pretty thin coat of his daughter and then finally, at last, looked up at her boyfriend.

“Erm, may I, please?”

He indicated the coat and the guy turned his back to the maid, unbuttoning the garment so Eden could pull the hefty clothing from his body.

“Do I call you, erm, …” Alicia was looking at the Bull with concerned eyes.

“Master, always, girl. You call me Master.” He grinned at the boyfriend. “You address me as Sir, and we’ll get along just fine.”

The young man froze, his chin tilted up.

“I don’t call no one sir.”

A Mexican stand off and the maid and Alicia wished they could run out through the open door into the damp night air.

“Well, let me help you,” the Bull grinned. “You want your own maid? You wanna be the master of your own house someday.”

“I guess,” came the slow, drawn out reply.

The Bull stretched his heavy arm around the shoulders of the boyfriend. “I bet you do. So let me show you how it’s done. I gotta feeling you’ll love all this. Now tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jerry. And Jerry is fine, no fancy terms for me.”

The Bull laughed loudly.

“Come and meet the Mistress of the House.”

As the two masculine men disappeared form the hall, the daughter stared crossly at her father.

“Maybe, you should close the fucking door before someone sees you from the street!”

Fucking? Deep inside his soul, Eden knew he ought to admonish her for swearing, instead he closed the door and stood silently holding the two coats over his bare arm.

“Seriously, dad. I mean, seriously? A fucking uniform like something off a porn video?”

That awful word again!

“Well Miss,” he swallowed, the words sounding lame and idiotic in his head before he spoke them. And then they sounded even worse. “The Master said to wear it.”

How could he tell her that there were more revealing maid’s dresses in his wardrobe? Some so short they flared out above the stocking tops. He felt sick.

“Right, you’ve made your statement, maid!”

She spat out the word ‘maid’ as if saying ‘turd’.

“Wearing that when my fella calls round! The Master said he wanted to meet him. He didn’t say he’d meet you dressed up as if you are on your way to a Halloween party for pervs!”

“Miss Alicia, I am sorry …”

Eden felt like crying, not just because he had upset his daughter but because he was too helpless to extract himself from the situation. There was nothing he could do or say to remedy his plight.

Alicia stepped a little to one side, so she was square on to Eden.

“Understand this, maid,” again the word ‘maid’ fired out like a bullet, “if you’re going to play your pervy games then let’s get real. From now on I am Mistress too. Like mum. That’s how you’ll address me!”

“Well, I, er, Miss, I don’t know. Isn’t that a matter for the Master of the House?”

Alicia’s eyes flared like a snake about to strike.

“You’ll do what the fuck you’re told if you’re going to flounce around like that!”

“Hey, what’s all the noise.”

The Master had appeared in the hallway like Satan from Hell.

Eden spoke while holding his breath.

“Nothing Master. Really. Nothing.”

“You think I’m asking you, you dumb maid? Why would I ask you?”

Eden’s head dropped. Tears blurred the oak flooring beneath his heels.

“Sorry, Master.”

“Master,” Alicia said, her voice still angry. “Your dumb maid won’t address me as Mistress.”

A concerned Eden glanced up, surely that would enrage the Master. Clearly Alicia just didn’t understand the dynamic around here. She couldn’t have him address her as Mistress.

The Bull stepped up to her and tilted her chin upwards, so she was looking up at him, already cowed by his presence.

“Hmm,” was all he said as he stared at her. “You sort it out with the Mistress of the House. I don’t want to get involved in that.”

Alicia stared daggers back at the shrinking maid near the door.

 

An hour later the mood had changed. The household was enjoying good spirits, loud rock music – too loud for the sensitive Eden – and a good deal of alcohol.

To Eden’s annoyance, the irritatingly aggressive Jerry was soon relaxed on a sofa with Alicia giggling in his lap.

“I like your style, Master,” Jerry said downing his third beer and holding out the empty glass for the maid to collect.

The Bull grinned.

“I’ll tell you how it’s done later. Over a beer. You girls appreciate this lifestyle, don’t you?”

“Yes Master,” the mother and daughter giggled gleefully.

The Bull’s smile waned as he stared at the cagey maid.

“Oh!” Eden realised he was supposed to reply. “Yes, Master. Of course.”

“You get it, Jerry?” the Bull laughed.

“Get it? I envy it. I want a house like this. I want to be a Master.”

Alicia ruffled his thinning hair.

“Well,” the Master of the House said, “you listen to me, and I’ll get you there.”

Jerry clicked his fingers at the maid. “Hey. A beer. You just took my glass, remember?”

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”

Eden had been so engrossed in the chit chat he completely forgot his place. He took another bottle from the ice box and refilled Jerry’s glass.

It was irksome serving Jerry. At least the Master of the House had created his position by strength of character. This ‘Johnny come lately’, who hardly looked twenty years old, just turned up and expected to be served!

Eden handed the interloper the cold, full glass and took a couple of steps back to survey what other needs he would have to meet.

The glasses were reasonably full, and there was still sufficient scotch eggs and sandwiches on the table for them, but he did notice there was a lot of mess. The tablecloth ought to be wiped and the carpet, especially around the irritating Jerry, needed a good vacuum.

He made a mental note to sort the disorder as soon as the room cleared.

“How did you learn all this stuff. “ Jerry asked.

“Not now.” The Bull’s smile was fixed, humourless. “You never discuss this sort of shit before the girls. Keep ‘em in the dark so they don’t know if they’re coming or going.”

Mother and daughter giggled again, as if delighted to be under the firm rule of the Master of the House.

“Sorry. Gotcha!” Jerry nodded. “Looking forward to our chat! Big Time!”

Stupid oaf, Eden thought. If the Bull weren’t present, Eden would demand that Jerry leave immediately and forbid Alicia to see him again. She needed a nice young man not an aggressive sod like Jerry.

“Maid!”

Oh! Eden was so lost in hatred for Jerry that he hadn’t heard him call out for another sandwich.

“Yes Sir.”

Eden leapt into life taking Jerry’s empty plate and placing two corned beef and pickle sandwiches on it. He poured some salt and vinegar crisps neatly on one side as decoration before delivering the plate back to the Neanderthal he was forced to serve.

“So, Master,” Jerry asked, snatching the plate from the retreating maid, “what do I do when the maid is daydreaming?”

“First, don’t ever expect efficiency from any maid. They’re too dumb. You need to keep on their cute arses all the time.”

Loud guffaws came from the mother and daughter at this unkind put down.

This was monstrous! The snacks were all in place, and neatly arranged, the drinks cooled in the cool box. Even the Master of the House had said, ‘good girl’ when he saw the cool box.

“Should I yell at her?” Jerry asked.

Eden noted the anticipation in Jerry’s eyes and despised him even more.

“Na. Tell her to stand facing the wall. That’s the first measure. Helps her think through her naughtiness.”

So it was that a few moments later, Jerry found the courage to send the annoyed maid to stand facing the wall.

“Legs straight,” the Master of the House commanded.

Eden pouted hard, drew in his breath and pulled his legs perfectly straight. Bastard! He hadn’t been disobedient. This was all so wrong!

He heard his drunken wife burst into giggles.

“Something amusing you, slut?”

The Bull sounded pissed off.

The giggling stopped.

“No Master. Sorry, I just thought …”

The Bull continued with an even voice, “why don’t you be a good girl and stand facing the wall next to the silly maid.”

“But Master,” she stammered, “I haven’t said anything!”

Good, Eden thought. Now she’ll know what it’s like to be punished without reason!

Behind the back of Eden, he heard his wife emit a long sigh before walking up to the wall and standing next to the maid. Not daring to turn his head he simply peered as much as he could at his wife, now facing the wall like him. He could see she was wide eyed with the sense of injustice.

“Hey, wow. You really are the Master!” Jerry said. “Shall I send Alicia over too?”

“Has she been naughty?”

Jerry laughed. “Naughty. I love it. Na. She’s good.”

Alicia kissed her boyfriend’s cheek and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”

Feeling the world was swinging towards her, well towards her boyfriend, she felt brave enough to inquire. “Master. Surely, it’s ok for me to be called Mistress by the maid.”

Suddenly Eden’s attention was on high alert.

“I don’t know,” the Master said thoughtfully. “Maybe too big a step. Did you ask your mum, the Mistress of the House?”

“Oh sure. Yeh. I asked her. I think she likes being the only Mistress in the House.”

“Makes sense,” the Master said.

Eden held his breath as he listened to the exchange. The Master stood up for him and put Alicia in her place. At least that topic wouldn’t be heard again. Thankfully!

He plucked at the frilly hem of the short skirt part of the maid’s uniform. He always feared it was riding up, especially with the triple layer of petticoats that his wife insisted he wore under it.

“It looks so much nicer flared out,” was how she explained it.

For Eden though, the sight of the saucily flared skirt was excruciatingly sexy when alone in the bedroom, flouncing around before a mirror, but led to a deep anxiety when he was before others. The skirt constantly threatening to rise up and reveal too much.

His thoughts of his uniform were shaken when he heard:

“But that’s not fair!”

Alicia’s exclamation silenced the room.

Eden realised that she was drunk, but surely she couldn’t address the Master with that tone.

Beside him, Erika gasped.

After a moment the Bull spoke firmly.

“Go and stand next to the maid, facing the wall.”

The Master of the House spoke the words so quietly, that his confidence was self evident. There was no requirement to shout when you are in command.

“Master!” Alicia squealed, before speaking sweetly to her boyfriend, “Jerry! You going to say something?”

Jerry said, “Sorry cutes. He is the Master of the House. Best do as he says.”

“Oh. My. God. This is so unfair!”

Within moments, Alicia settled facing the wall next to the maid with a little stamp of her foot.

Now Eden had his wife on one side and his daughter stood on the other.

Suddenly Eden felt helpless humiliation shake his core. Here he was, with his entire family, standing, facing the wall in his own home, and he couldn’t do anything about it. His eyes and mouth widened with shock at the realisation of how far he had fallen. And fallen before the eyes of his wife and daughter.

And there was nothing he could do about it!

“Ok, Jerry,” the Bull said as he stood. “Let’s go somewhere else and I’ll teach you how it’s done. Show you some tricks and traps. We don’t want these three dumb sluts to know what’s going on.”

Jerry laughed and walked to the door with the Master.

“But, Master,” Jerry said. “How do you know these three will remain in place? Maybe they’ll sit down when we leave.”

“Watch,” the Bull said. “Girls listen up. When I get back I’m going to ask if anyone has moved. Understand this. I’ll be looking right into your eyes when I ask the question. Anyone who tries to deceive me gets a punishment out on the front lawn. Got it girls?”

“Yes Master,” they said.

“See?” The Master said to Jerry as the two laughing men left the three girls to their plight.

It is difficult to gauge time when you are facing the wall, but Eden felt it was about five minutes when Alicia quietly spoke.

“I should be Mistress too!”

Eden was about to answer when Erika said, “you are too young. You heard The Master.”

Once again Eden was about to join in when, Alicia said, “God. I didn’t do anything. And I’m standing facing the wall like the maid.”

Eden was put out. “What do you think I did?”

“Miss Alicia!” Alicia said through her teeth.

“Sorry, yes, Miss Alicia,” Eden added.

“Oh, you are so dumb!” Alicia said.

Erika said, “Don’t talk to your father like that!”

Eden smiled, at last someone stood up for him.

Then the two women burst into laughter.

“Well, you know what I mean,” giggled Erika.

Eden said, “I think you should keep quiet until the Master gets back. You’ll get us all into trouble!”

Both women laughed again.

“Silly maid,” Alicia said.

“I’m not silly, Miss Alicia!” Eden responded.

Again, both women laughed at him.

“Love that maid’s dress, though! Sooooo scrumptious!” Alicia said.

Erika said, “The way your fella is going you’ll be wearing one by tomorrow!”

“Bring it on,” Alicia laughed. “It’s so hot!”

The two women giggled, their giggles turning into laughs. Before long the giggling was so infectious that Eden joined in, not quite sure at what he was giggling. But that in itself seemed funny too.

Maybe none of them would have been in such good spirits if they knew what Jerry was learning from the Master.

he sissy who has everything

 

Marcus squeezed the wife and daughter into his solid frame.

Satisfyingly, he heard them both sigh and gasp.

He felt their arms encircle him.

The Bull spoke softly, “You both did really well”.

“Thank you Master,” Erika said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Alicia simply giggled, indulging her pleasure and contentment in his powerful arms.

“That was very difficult,” the Bull continued. “No one likes having to punish a maid as harshly as that.”

Kissing the Bull’s breast through his shirt, Erika said, “It’s not your fault. If the maid is going to be as naughty as that …”

She let the words trail off.

Alicia felt compelled to join in, “No, it’s not your fault, Master.”

“I know girls,” with their eyesight hidden with their faces rubbing against his clothing, he knew he could afford a wide grin, unseen by the dumb sluts.

“Let’s hope it helps her become the maid she seeks to be,” he said.

Reluctantly, the teenage girl pressed herself out of his arms.

“Sorry Master. I really must go. My new boyfriend won’t want to be kept waiting.”

“Impatient, is he?”

She closed her eyes, “Oh, God yes. Everything has to be done his way.”

The Bull was pleased. Excellent. The sort of guy who could help him maintain discipline around the house.

“I tell you what, why not bring him into say hi, after your date?”

She looked uncertain. “Really? Oh. Well ok. I mean if you want that.”

“I do young lady.” He saw how she relished being addressed as ‘young lady’.

Unconvinced, Alicia pointed out, “It’s just that … I don’t know. You know … how he’ll react to your maid. Especially now there’s going to be a maid’s dress.”

“Should I dress the maid in the trousers uniform again?” he asked, keeping a straight face.

Alicia laughed, “Well, I doubt that makes that much difference. I just don’t feel comfortable explaining it all to him.”

“Good point,” Marcus said, making the teenage girl feel even better about herself. “But you know, houses do have maids, don’t they? Restaurants have maids. Hotels have maids. It’s no big difference, is it?”

She didn’t look too convinced. “I suppose so.”

“There you are. See how it works out, eh? He won’t know who the maid is.”

It all made sense when the Master of the House spelt it out like that.

Logical in fact.

Yet as Alicia made her way to the landing, so uncertainties floated in her mind. They were offset by the fact that even the Master of the House had said she had done a good job with the maid. It was with that uplifting thought that she gave the Master a girly finger wave before leaving for her date.

As she left the Bull kept his eyes fixed on her joyously, bouncing arse through the tight dress.

Seeing his fixation on her daughter’s arse, an irritated Erika but she consoled herself with the notion that she could hang on to the stud for a little while longer if Alicia was around. She knew he would vanish the moment he was bored with the setup in the house.

She felt a sharp slap on her arse and giggled.

“You slut, mustn’t let the dumb arsed maid know we will have company later on.”

She frowned with concern.

“Hey girl! Look, the maid has already had a hard time, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” she said, still feeling guilty about her part in the maid’s severe punishment.

“So let’s not worry her little head about anything. Eh?

She patted her hands on his hard chest.

“You’re right.”

“That’s what I find.”

He laughed and she laughed with him, adoring his arrogance and total confidence in himself.

“I tell you what. I know you’ve been dying to play with your maid. So how about some ‘you time’ with her?”

“Aw. She does looks so gorgeous. Especially in the maid’s dress. Oh, and that hair.”

“Then go for it.” It was practically a command.

“Oh!”

She grinned. She had permission to play with the maid, at last.

She slapped a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Master. You are the best Master in the whole world.”

“Have fun,” he said as she left.

He knew he’d have fun! He turned on his laptop and logged in to the maid’s room webcam.

Unzipping his fly, he sat on the bed and pushed his bear paw of a hand into his pants to grab his junk.

“Go for it, you sluts,” he said under his breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even while Eden was dressing in his mid thigh length maid’s outfit, he was still seething about the unfairness of what had taken place.

His spanking was wholly out of kilter with his offence, and his daughter, Alicia ought not to have witnessed it. It was all outrageous. And what on earth gave the Master of the House permission to squeeze his daughter’s bottom like that? Who did he think he is?

Worse, Eden was now having to don the humbling maid’s dress to be worn in full view of his family.

Words would have to be spoken! Oh my, was he fuming at the Master of the House!

Then the thoughts swam out of his vacuous head as he saw his reflection in the long mirror.

With a smile on his pink lips, he checked how the outfit hung on him. The slightest of movement sent the dress floating around his thighs, just below the stockings. If he turned quickly the suspenders could just about be seen.

Erika bounced in, full of energy.

“Oh my!” She clapped her hands and eyed him from head to foot. “You look adorable. I really love that dress. The others are fine for the bedroom, but that one looks just right.”

“Mistress,” Eden said, “Isn’t it a bit short? You know, I mean, too short?”

“Oh nonsense! It looks smart like that!”

Erika started pulling at the sleeves, and the bodice.

“Turn around.”

Eden turned to have his back to her, looking looked back over his shoulder.

“Mistress, is it appropriate that I wear this now. I mean with Miss Alicia here?”

“Stay facing away, silly maid. I am checking out how you look from the back.”

He turned to look away, feeling his wife plucking at the hem line of his skirt.

“Oh no! That Bow!” She exclaimed.

“But Mistress, it’s hard when you can’t see it. Its behind me …”

“Hush. You know what he’s like. Everything has to be perfect. We’ll get you a second mirror so you can check it all looks fine at the back. Good. Now face front again.”

“Yes Mistress.”

He turned back to face his wife, whose face was screwed up in concentration as she examined every detail of his attire. Her eyes settled on his hair.

He held his breath wondering what defect she had detected.

Erika shook her head, “Oh no. That silly little maid’s cap. It really won’t do. You need one that stands up more, with a nice frilly bow. Show me your others.”

“But Mistress, the Master of the House hasn’t complained about it before.”

She laughed.

“Silly maid. Guys just don’t get detail. Quickly, show me your maid’s hats.”

Not daring to stamp his foot in protest he pulled open the lowest drawer, which held his head gear.

“Ah, how about this one?”

She had pulled out a large cap, with neat decorations around the top, that would tie in a bow behind his head.

“Oh Mistress, please. Not that one. I’d die if anyone saw me in that.”

Erika laughed. “So why did you buy it?”

“Well, you know,” he blushed, “for when I am playing alone. On my own.”

She held out the lavish headwear to him with raised eyebrows.

He reluctantly took it from her and removed the one he was wearing which was simply a flat piece of lace, before trying to pull on the more ostentatious one and secure the long silky ties behind his head.

As he fixed it behind his hair, he could barely raise his eyes to his wife.

“Turn around,” the Mistress of the House commanded.

He did so, now facing away from her.

“Oh, the bow could be much larger if you tied it correctly.”

She tugged at the bow, making him squeal as it pulled his hair.

“Oh, my, my, my. Don’t you look a picture!”

He felt his dick expand in its confinement at the compliment. Perhaps all maids have a such a desire to please that any compliment hits the pleasure senses.

“Turn back!”

He edged around until he was facing her. He did not look self consciously happy!

“Aw. Maid! You look absolutely delightful. The Master of the House will love it!”

He beamed.

“Maid?”

He raised his eyes to her, wondering what she wanted.

“Shouldn’t a maid be grateful when given a compliment?”

With a pout, he whispered, “Yes Mistress.”

“Oh my God!”

With that, Erika was all over the maid, forcing the servant back onto the bed.

As they slumped down, Mistress on top, the maid lying on her back, Eden felt his wife’s tongue dart into his mouth, as if she owned him.

When did she ever initiate a kiss in this way?

Huuuumph.

Her knee drove his stockinged legs apart.

At last Erika came up from air, breathing hard with eyes locked on those of the bewildered maid.

“When the Master is out for a night, you and I are going to have some serious play time together.”

Eden’s dick was rigid in his cage. He felt her heat, her softness, smelt her perfume and stared at her sexy beauty framed by her tumbling blonde hair.

She kissed his nose.

“Now there are rules when playing with the maid. I’ll have to ask the Master of the House to remind me. Like, you can’t touch me below the waist.

He nodded, “But Mistress, why can’t I do that?”

She brushed his fringe from his eyes, “Only real men can do that.”

What? “But Mistress!”

“And nor my boobs. I’ll ask him if you can kiss them. That would be soooo hot.”

“Mistress, shouldn’t we decide what we can and cannot do if the Master of the House isn’t present.”

She giggled. “Oh, look at you trying to think! No, of course not!”

She pushed up the curls above his eyes.

Before he could protest she said firmly, “You are the sexiest thing on two legs. And you are all mine.”

He nodded, grateful but still in shock, “Thank you Mistress.”

“The Master says he is still Master of the House, even if he isn’t here.” She screwed up her face. “I don’t get it either. But it made sense when he explained it. I dunno. If he’s the Master of the House then it doesn’t matter if he is present. Oh, I don’t know. Shall I ask him to explain it to you?”

“No Mistress!”

She laughed at his wide eyed fear.

“I know maid. Really, I get it. Everything he has to explain to me ends up in a spanking too.” She looked away with a dreamy expression before her eyes returned to her maid, her very own maid. “You know what he’s like!”

“Yes, Mistress. But Mistress, shouldn’t we have rules of our own?”

“Oh, you are so cute when you are being funny! Of course not. What is the point of having a Master of the House and then having to make our own decisions?”

She kissed his forehead, there was a shimmer of sweat.

“Why are you looking so sad, maid?”

“But mistress. He’s controlling everything.”

“That was your fantasy remember?”

“Yes. But just as a game. Mistress, I am now the actual maid in the house.”

“I know. And I’m the Mistress of the House. I never thought I’d like that role. But he makes it so easy.” Then her eyes widened as she remembered something. “Oh. How’s your bottom?”

He pouted. “Still painful Mistress. It was horrible!”

“Aw. He once spanked me with my slipper and that stung like crazy. Even the next day my bum was sore.”

“What? He spanks you?”

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. He is Master of the House. He has to control the Mistress, doesn’t he!”

“But, but, you are my wife. He shouldn’t be spanking you!”

In the main bedroom, Marcus stared at laptop showing the video and conversation from the maid’s room. He’d loved how Erika had forced the maid to wear that dumb fluffy cap with the big bow. It looked ridiculous. Maybe one day, he’d force the maid to wear a frilly bonnet.

He laughed at the thought.

He also loved how they played together. Girl on girl action was his favourite fetish with online videos. The slut of a wife was sexy beyond words and would look great in lingerie. The dumb sissy cuck didn’t look too bad in his outfits either. Lynne had worked wonders with his hair and the corset moulded his body just right.

He’d get them to perform and then record the output for his mates.

His pleasure evaporated when the dumb cuck started whining about the slut being his wife.

He’d need to put a stop to that! Little grumbles when left unchecked grow into major protests.

He climbed from the bed and rearranged his erection. The problem with having a large cock was that he constantly had to check its situation. It was a habit he’d had since his teens.

When he reached the maid’s room, the couple were snuggled up tight together, deep tongue kissing.

Their stockinged legs intertwined. The obedient maid keeping her hands up near his Mistress’ shoulders.

Had the maid not opened her eyes and caught sight of him, he’d have remained like that, enjoying the view.

As the maid tried to squirm from beneath her, Erika realised that could only mean one thing.

She turned to see the Master of the House staring at them. As he always looked angry it was difficult to gauge his mood.

“Oh Master. Hi. Me and the maid were just having a chat. Do you like her maid’s cap?”

“Did I hear the maid say you are his wife?”

The wife and sissy gasped  both sitting up in fear together, as if orchestrated.

Erika spoke quickly, jabbering like a teenage girl.

“Oh Master. No. We were just talking that’s all.” She gave a forced laugh, “And you say I’m a slut of a wife.”

He wasn’t amused. Rather he nodded and walked into the room near the apprehensive couple on the bed.

He said. “I see. I see.”

Eden wanted to cry, he just couldn’t handle another spanking.

“Please Master,” he began, “I’m sorry.”

Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sorry about, Eden felt it best to say so, before, curling up his legs beneath the maid’s dress.

He stared at her, his face betraying little.

“Maid?”

“Yes Master?”

“Have you got any wedding rings in here.”

Eden slid into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, eager to help the Master with his inquires.

“Yes Master. You told me not to wear them. So I put them in the dish on the chest of drawers.”

The master picked up two gold rings from the dish, examined them and placed them in his shirt pocket before turning back to the apprehensive wife.

“Slut?”

Erika squeaked, “Yes Master?”

“Hold out your left hand.”

“Yes Master.” She did so.

“Expansive engagement ring and a nice wedding ring.”

She swallowed, not sure where this was leading.

“Yes Master. Thank you. We both chose them.”

He nodded and then held out his own ham of a hand.

“Give them to me.”

“Oh! Master,” her arguments dissolved with a simple glance from her Master. “Yes Master.”

It took some effort to twist off the tight rings, but she finally did so and handed them to the Master of the House.”

“Where’s your wedding certificates?”

“Em, in the Master bedroom, Master.”

“Fetch them and any wedding albums.”

“Master, I ..”

Erika bound into action when he raised his eyebrows.

As she bolted from the bedroom, Eden gripped his thighs tightly together for comfort. He wanted to make himself as small as possible.

He watched as the Master of the House wandered around what had become his room. At one point he edged the open laptop a little to one side, as if checking its position with the bed.

Erika returned with the large white wedding album and the legal documents of their marriage.

“Good girl.”

For the first time, Erika took no joy from the words ‘good girl’.

“Bring me a lockable case. A small one.”

“Yes Master,” Erika swept away to do her Master’s bidding.

Should Eden say anything? Ask what was happening?

His mouth felt dry and as ever his brain was frozen into inaction.

This didn’t seem a good time to complain about him grabbing his daughter’s bottom either.

Erika brought in the case and the Master pointed at his feet, so she laid it before him. He clicked his fingers and pointed closer to his feet.

“Yes Master,” she choked, opening the case near to his toes.

The Master of the house dropped the wedding album and certificates into the case. He then placed Erika and Eden’s rings into a zipped up compartment on the suitcase lid. He closed and locked the case.

“You have your wedding pictures on your computers?”

Erika stole a quick glance at her stupefied  maid still sat on the bed. But the maid only looked as terrified as she felt. What was the Master up to?

“Yes Master. And we have them stored on a cloud.”

“Ok. I am going to transfer them all to my cloud. Then do a back up onto a drive of mine. After that I will delete all pictures and evidence of your wedding from the cloud. I’ll have Lynne hide this case with the ones containing your dumb sissy’s old clothes. You won’t be able to find them.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said, her eyes unblinking.

“By tonight, it’ll be as if you were never married. There will be no proof in the entire house. I’ll have taken every picture and every memento.”

The terrified couple exchanged a long look of numbness.

Eden felt sure he should remonstrate, but his bottom was still on fire from his beating, and he felt totally ridiculous in the mid thigh maid’s uniform with the flouncy large bowed maid’s cap. How could someone wearing such attire make a stand without everyone laughing at him?

Satisfied he was wholly in control of the situation, and seeing the pain they were having to endure, the Bull added, “And if either of you mentions that you are married again,” he wagged his finger, “you’ll both feel my belt.”

They both quickly responded with a “Yes, Master.”

He was already continuing.

“Even if you refer to yourselves as husband and wife, then,” he had a thought, “I’ll use the list of wedding guests you have in that case get them all to erase or destroy any pictures or videos they had of your day.”

Erika inhaled, putting her hands to her mouth.

“But Master …”

“From now on, you are Mistress of the House, and you are the maid. Fuck all else. And if I hear you even intimate anything other than that, to anyone, then you know what action I’ll take.”

“Yes Master,” Erika said,

Eden’s hands were flat on his stockinged thighs. “Yes Master.”

The Master picked up the case and went downstairs while the Mistress and maid cuddled each other for comfort as if they were sheltering in a dark storm.

 

 

 

Of course Marcus ensured the dumb sissy howled loudly.

Eden had steeled himself for his spanking with his ‘comforting thought’. The thought was so reassuring that he did all he could to avoid analysing it. He feared losing it.

His comforting thought was that Alicia would have left her room immediately the Bull came in to spank her father. Perhaps because she had things to do for her date, maybe so as not to endure the embarrassment of the punishment or for other reasons that Eden couldn’t quite fathom at that moment. All that quelled his fears was that she was not behind the open door witnessing his dreadful beating.

He clung onto his thoughts, despite being aware of how ludicrous they were. He wanted to believe them. He needed to believe them.

Initially Eden just whined as blow after blow landed, forcing the Bull to step up his efforts and ensure his aims landed precisely across the deep red buttocks of the sissy.

How satisfying when the little whelps turned to howls and squeals. It was at that point that the Bull set his aim for the sensitive under hang of the buttocks.

The result was as satisfying as it was quick. Shrieks and crying out.

“Please Master. Stop!”

Excellent.

Feeling his chest heave with the exertion of the punishment, he said matter of factly, “Sorry Maid. Did you say something?”

Eden wriggled his heated sore arse. It was on fire, by far the worst punishment he had endured.

“Yes, Master. Please stop.”

“Sorry, maid, I can’t hear you.”

Oh God. Eden felt sick.

He slightly raised his voice, knowing how the Master wished him to humble himself in listening range of his daughter. But Eden ensured that he enunciated every syllable.

“Please, Master, I am really sorry.”

“Sorry babe,” the Bull grinned, “I need to hear you if I am to know how truly sorry you are.”

Eden groaned, but remained bent over, his eyes full if tears.

He swallowed and then said loudly, “Please Master, I am so very sorry,”

A pause. No beatings.

Eden held his breath. Hope! He sniffed up his tears, not daring to wipe his face until told.

At last, the Bull said. “That’s good to hear.”

The maid wriggled. It was all over!

“Thank you, Master.”

“In that case, maid, I will give you just six more, for good measure. Then you can apologise properly to Miss Alicia.”

What? Apologise more to his own daughter!

The sickening blow knocked any fight from him.

He screamed out loud.

Never mind his daughter, the neighbours could surely hear him!

Three more and the bedroom door opened.

“What on earth is going on in here?”

Erika!

Eden sniffled his tears as he looked at his wife’s beautiful long legs.

The Bull was off hand, “just a difference of opinion. So I’m sorting out the maid.”

“What on earth has she done?” Erika saw the redness glowing into a blueish tinge on her husband’s buttocks. “Master. This is too much!”

Wives! They were always, way too soft with their dumb fucks of husbands.

The Bull kept his cool. Really he wanted the wife also bent over the bed feeling a taste of the tawse. He didn’t appreciate being questioned. He’d have to convince her of the merits of the spanking.

“Your little, dumb arsed, maid here, thought he should be telling Miss Alicia what she should and shouldn’t be wearing.”

Eden wanted to bawl loudly. Why had he said those things! The Master of the House was right, he was dumb and needed to be constantly educated.

“Oh,” Erika winced. “Well that shouldn’t happen. I wouldn’t want the maid telling me what I can and can’t wear.”

“Exactly,” the Bull smiled.

“But still. Wow. Look at her arse.” She put on her pleading face, “Aw come on Master. Please let her off. I think she’s been punished enough.”

Still the bull remained focussed. Though the thought of the mother being spanked in front of the daughter was equally as arousing. And that would defiantly help the slut of a wife understand his word was final.

Instead, the Bull spoke calmly, “You need to know, the maid didn’t even address Miss Alicia appropriately. You know how important that is.”

The wife closed her eyes and moaned. “Perhaps the maid just forgot herself. Just for a short movement. I’m sure the punishment is adequate for her offences.”

The wife telling the Master when a punishment was sufficient? Marcus had a good mind to beat the maid until she couldn’t stand, just to show the slut who is boss around here.

He nodded, as if contemplating her view, his face growing serious.

Erika never liked his serious face. His expression became cold and hard, at which time he seemed capable of just about anything. At times like that, she learnt to keep her mouth shut. But the sight of her snivelling husband gave her a final moment of strength.

“But Master, if we all in the household, insist on her using the proper titles for us all, I am sure we can move forward.” She crouched down next to the maid, feeling the heat from his arse and seeing the line of tears faintly marked by the thin mascara he now wore.

“Isn’t that right maid?” She purred, stroking his gorgeous curly hair. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you, maid.”

As he went to speak, snot and fluid swept up from his throat masking his words. He cleared his throat and started again.

“Oh yes Mistress. I have so learned my lesson! I promise!”

Rising to her small heels, Erika lowered her head pleadingly to the bull. “You see Master. You have taught her a lesson I am sure she will never forget.”

The wife appeared so full of herself, despite her submissive demeanour, as if she had scored a point over him, that, despite himself, the Bull sneered at her.

He’d fix her!

“Yeh? You think? The maid called your daughter a slut.”

Eden’s hope vanished like a receding water line. At that moment he felt as if he would never again know hope.

This time when Erika crouched beside the sobbing maid, her expression was grim. Her eyes narrow, her mouth tight.

“Did you really call Alicia that?”

“Well, Mistress, I, er …”

“Maid, I am asking you a question. Do you want me have your master beat the answer from you?”

“I said,” he choked again on the mucus in his throat from his crying, “only that someone might think she looked like a …”

He didn’t dare use the word again. And internally he vowed never to use the word ‘slut’ again.

His wife’s face was now so angry her bottom lip shook.

Eden simply nodded and looked down to the floor.

She slapped his face cheek. Then, being unsatisfied with the force of the blow, slapped it even harder, so that a red circle appeared on one side of his head.

The Bull revelled in the way the wife rose from her haunches, a picture of rage. What mother would want their own daughter called a slut? He nibbled the inside of his lip to avoid laughing out loud. He got her! Better still he got the sissy maid trapped.

Shaking her head, Erika spoke deliberately, “Beat the maid’s fucking arse sore!”

Great! The Bull adopted his mystified look. “Are you sure? She looks pretty raw right now.”

“Please Mistress …” Eden simpered.

“Quiet maid!” Erika spat.

His wife was having none of his contrition.

“Perhaps another six?” The bull asked innocently. I was going to give her another three.”

“Yeh, Make it six. Six good ones!”

The Bull raised his eyebrows theatrically. “Now, are you sure, Erika?”

“Yes! Yes! Do it now!”

He nodded, as if reluctant. “Well, if you’re sure …”

Six more spanks of the tawse followed, leaving the maid gripping the bedcovers in distress while using the top sheet to dry her face.

“Stand.”

The Bull’s command was given firmly but quietly. There was no requirement to shout when an Alpha male knew he was in charge.

The sobbing maid brought herself stiffly to her feet, her panties still around her thighs, her  tights about her knees and trousers tight around her ankles. With lowered head she sobbed, covering her tiny chastity device with her hands.

“Aw,” Erika said, pouting at her weeping hubbie. Suddenly she felt pity for her husband. “You did bring it on yourself, maid”

Erika spoke to lighten her own sudden feeling of guilt over her husband’s punishment.

Eden nodded, without raising his chin from his blouse.

The wife turned to the Bull, “Maybe we were a bit harsh then, with the beating, I mean.”

“Maybe,”  the Master of the House said. “Let’s find out. Maid! Pull up your panties and tights. Get yourself sorted.”

Again, the instructions were spoken with mild authority and again, the maid complied instantly.

Inside, Eden felt destroyed. Yes, he realised he had been naughty and should be more careful when speaking to those in the house, but did it have to be such an exacting punishment? Surely, a simple over the knee spanking with the hand would have sufficed.

As he dressed, he found his tights gripped his sore cheeks, reminding him of his ordeal. The trousers were so snug that they too held on to his cheeks as a constant reminder of the spanking. He knew that his backside would be sore for a long time.

As he did up his belt, around his waist, narrowed by the corset, the Bull gripped his ear and tugged him into the daughter’s adjoining bedroom

Eden’s last remaining barrier to complete humiliation was washed away. Not only was Alicia still in the room but she was stood in the same position that Eden had left her. His daughter was wide eyed and open mouthed as if frozen in incredulity and might have been like that for the duration of the punishment.

Her shock was not abated at seeing her father hauled into the room by his ear. It was as if the Bull were a teacher dealing with recalcitrant sobbing child.

Releasing the bedraggled maid, the Bull ordered, “Stand there.”

He pointed to a spot before the dazed teenage girl.

“Yes Master.”

He stepped to the appropriate point.

“No girl! I said, stand there!”

It now seemed to Eden as if the Bull had changed where he was indicating. But obviously this was not a time to remonstrate, so he shuffled a few inches forward.

He was so close he could smell his daughter’s enticing fragrance, and he could see her lovely legs, inherited from his wife. Eden didn’t dare look up at her face.

“Now maid, have you anything to say to Miss Alicia?”

If only he wasn’t locked in chastity and in constant deep arousal, surely Eden could then think of a way out of his dilemma. But he was trapped inside his own needs. So his brain was as solid as a lump of wood.

“Please Miss Alicia,” he began.

“No mumbling, maid,” the Bull stated with relaxed authority.

“Sorry Master.” Eden tried to clear his head. He needed to think, but he couldn’t.

“Please Miss Alicia, except my unreserved apology for my behaviour earlier.”

The room fell silent, Eden could only hear his own breathing. Oh no! Would that be adequate remorse for Alicia? Surely the Master of the House wouldn’t spank him again. He felt like crying out loud again. He was just so helpless.

The Bull asked, “Alicia, are you satisfied the maid understands she was bratty earlier?”

Bratty? Alicia gasped at the word. Bratty? Surely only small children are bratty. But she was anxious to end her father’s suffering.

“Yes master. I am. I can see the maid is contrite.”

“Good,” the Bull smiled. “And are you sure she will always address you appropriately?”

“Oh yes. Yes. Defiantly,” Alicia insisted with all her heart.

“That’s good. Good girl.”

Alicia beamed at the words ‘good girl’.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Now, as everything is sorted, how about a big group hug?”

The Master of the House held out his arms and after a moment of the mother and daughter exchanging ‘should we’ expressions they jumped gleefully into his arms.

“And you maid,” the Bull said, “I don’t want you feeling left out.”

“Thank you Master,” Eden said cautiously.

He moved forward and felt himself crushed into his wife and daughter by the powerful arms of the Bull.

Erika and Alicia giggled as they squirmed deeper into the Master’s hard body, loving the feeling of being protected by such a powerful man.

Erika kissed her hubbie’s damp cheek and laughed, “I love you, maid.”

The Bull whispered to the group of dumb sluts taken in by his shielding act of being protective.

“See girls. I can sort out any problems here.”

“Yes Master,” Erika and Alicia said.

A little afterwards Eden added a “yes Master.”

He was anxious that he had been too late in agreeing with the Master of the House.

“Now then, how about, as an extra special treat for the maid, we let her wear her maid’s outfit? How does that sound?”

What? Eden briefly looked up at the Bull’s face, before sharply glancing back down, burying his face in the Bull’s shirt. He couldn’t wear the maid’s dress in the presence of his daughter!

Erika said, “Aw yes. She deserves it. She’s been through so much.” She quickly kissed the Bulls chin and added, “Of course she deserved the spanking, but it would be nice to give her a treat after her exacting punishment.”

“I agree,” the Bull said, nodding. “How about you Alicia. Have you forgiven the maid sufficiently for her to have a little treat?”

Alicia’s jaw fell open, “Well, Master, erm I …, I …, I guess, I don’t mind. I mean if that’s what the maid wants, then I guess …”

The Bull gave Alicia a hard squeeze and chuckled. “It’s not up to her. She is a maid. You obviously can’t have a maid deciding her own punishments nor her own treats. It is for us to decide what’s best for her.”

The daughter looked doubtful and became silent.

The Bull smiled, “I understand, Alicia. She did say some horrible stuff earlier on. Maybe you’re right. She doesn’t deserve a treat just yet.”

“No Master!” Alicia was horrified. “No, no. I didn’t mean that. Erm, no, I, well, I guess you’re right, the maid deserves a,” she stumbled over the word she was using for her own father, “treat.”

“Excellent,” the Bull announced. “Maid. Go and change. Immediately.”

No. No. Eden was horrified. This cannot happen. He had to put his foot down. Draw a line.

Eden slipped out of the embrace and brought his eyes up to those of the Bull’s, though he couldn’t maintain contact.

“Erm Master, please may we have a chat.”

The Bull raised his chin, “I hope a little maid isn’t being ungrateful.”

“Oh no, Master,” Eden swallowed. “Not at all. Oh no. Its just that, well if …”

The Bull laughed good naturedly. “Silly maid. No need to thank us. Just run along and get changed.”

For a moment, Eden remained stationary, aware that all eyes were fixed on him. The Bull was making it out that humiliating him further before his daughter was somehow a nice present for Eden. He needed to say something but dared not.

“Yes Master,” he said but didn’t move.

He was desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess.

Erika said, “Not the way too short one, yes? The mid thigh one. Think that would be best, right now.”

The ‘way too short’ one was a dress suitable only for fetish parties and games in the bedroom. Its tiny flared skirt didn’t even cover the panties. The thigh length one was bad enough though. It swished around his legs constantly threatening to reveal the stops of his stockings.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Off you go maid,” the Bull said. “I have a few things to talk to your superiors about.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eden set off for the door, his mind still trying to think of a way out of his nightmare.

At the door he turned back to the trio, not as if he knew what he was to say, but he just needed to say something!

Instead, he gawped at the sight before him.

The Bull was staring at Eden, but had each of his hands on a buttock of his wife and daughter, who had their backs to Eden.

The Bull smiled and then gripped the buttocks tightly making the girls squeal and giggle.

How dare he!

Eden tuned and fled back to the safety of his own teenage girl decorated room. This was too much!

Government warning.

All sissies should avoid travelling further through this tale if they are unaccompanied or unsupervised. Smelling salts should be at hand, and access to fresh air in case of feeling faint.

 

When Alicia saw the maid had finally arrived in her bedroom, after her ringing the bell, she twirled around revealing the dress gaping open at her back.

“Oh. Thanks for coming up. Be a dear and do up my zip. Its jammed.”

Eden froze in unmitigated anger. All the rage he had felt throughout the morning boiled over at the sight revealed to him.

Her dress was silky white, moulded around her figure and, to Eden’s horror, ended just about an inch below her curvy bum. Her dark hosiery was visible right up to the tops of her thighs. Her shoulders revealed by the dainty straps.

“Alicia! You can’t go out dressed like that!”

His daughter’s wide shock gave way to teenage exasperation.

“Oh, dad! You can’t tell me what to do. I am eighteen!”

As ever with confrontations between a teenager and a parent, emotions were quickly inflamed beyond all reason.

“I just don’t care! Alicia! Change into something more decent.”

Alicia merely pouted, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at her red faced father.

So Eden continued, “Quickly! He’ll think you’re a right, easy slut going out dressed like that!”

“You can’t tell me what to wear! I’m not a kid anymore!”

But by now Eden was fixed in his warfare trench, fully mired in the battle, which he felt he had to win. “Alicia. Change at once.”

“What’s going on in here?”

The Master of the House!

The voice was full of forbidding, like the unmoving air before a storm.

Eden’s brain froze to a halt. He saw that Alicia was standing mouth hanging open and with wide eyed trepidation.

Closing his eyes, Eden quietly dealt with the. Quite simply, in his own mind it wasn’t happening. The Master of the House wasn’t in the adjoining main bedroom. Nor had he heard the heated exchange.

Eden was simply lost in a deep, dark nightmare.

There was just one problem with his solution. He knew that as soon as he opened his eyes his hypothesis would be tested and found wanting.

For that reason, he kept his eyes closed, like a child avoiding the inevitable.

He could feel the Bull step passed him, as if the Bull’s intimidating size gave him the mass of a dark star.

“Alicia?” the Bull asked gently. “What’s happening here?”

Now Eden finally opened his eyes.

The Bull was in his shirt sleeves, leaning down over the young girl, seeking to placate her. he towered over her like King Kong over Naomi Watts.

For Eden it was as if Alicia had shrunk.

“Master,” Alicia began, swallowing. “It’s nothing really. Honestly. Nothing.”

The Master of the House gently took her bare arms in his fingers and continued to speak softly.

“I could hear shouting,” he paused and looked back at the fearful maid, “And I heard the maid using your actual name.”

Alicia’s eyebrows rose in an attempt to appear surprised.

“No, no, Master. I wouldn’t say shouting. Really.” She turned to the terrified figure beside her, “Was there dad? Er, Maid. Any shouting?”

A glare from the Bull at the petrified maid silenced Eden.

“You put your finger on your lips. I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

“Yes, Master.”

It was a relief to put his finger on his lips as it meant he could not say anything further and worsen his plight.

Marcus sat the young girl on the bed, before settling beside her, his arm protectively about her shoulders.

“Now, just tell me what happened.”

“Oh, it was nothing really. I just summoned the maid, like you said I should. Using the bell. I wanted her to do up my zip. It got a bit stuck. That’s all.”

“But your zip is still undone,” the Bull said perplexed. “Couldn’t the maid do her job?”

“Oh. Gosh. Yes. I am sure she could. It’s just that,” her voice trailed off.

She caught the huge eyes of the terrified maid, looking ridiculous with his finger on his pouting lips like a naughty kid in a classroom.

She had to make a choice. If she had to get into trouble with one of them, then she sure as hell wasn’t going to get into trouble with the Master of the House.

“Master.” She closed her eyes in thought. “All it was, was that the maid thought my dress might be a wee bit too short for my date tonight.”

“Eh?” Now the Bull was disconcerted. “I don’t understand. What is it to the maid how long your dress is? Or what its colour is? Or what the hell you wear?”

For that, Alicia had no reply. She glanced at the hapless maid and shook her head. “I don’t know, I guess, the maid was trying to be helpful.”

“And the maid used your actual name too,” the Bull said quietly, as if calming the troubled girl. “I heard.”

“Oh yes. But just a slip really. I mean, I don’t mind.”

The Bull smiled, his dark eyes glinting. It was as if he suddenly understood the situation.

Alicia relaxed and returned the smile.

“Yes. I am sure you are right,” he said. “Just a slip.”

Suddenly Eden calmed. How grateful he was to his young daughter for saving him like that! As soon as the Master of the House left her bedroom, he would thank her from the bottom of his bursting heart.

The bull took both sets of the teenager’s fingers and held them.

It was deliciously sexy feeling to have her hands held like that by a strong, powerful alpha male. It made her feel both helpless and protected.

“You see, young lady, the problem is, that your kind heartedness will seem like weakness to a dumb maid. The maid will presume that she can always get away without using the proper title of those she addresses. It gives everyone else a problem.”

She sighed, “Oh Master. Truly. As far as I’m concerned …”

“No. It isn’t a matter for you, or even me for that matter. Maids have to use the proper references.” He laughed softly. “Can you imagine? You give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

“Erm,” Alicia couldn’t refute such an obvious and pointed explanation. “Well … I suppose so …but …”

“And as for the maid thinking she can dictate what we all wear.” He shook his head, as if dismayed. “No. That is just absurd. The servants thinking they are the Masters of the house.”

“I think she was trying to be helpful, Master.”

Oh, good girl, Eden thought. That will be helpful.

“By shouting at you?”

“Well, I guess …”

“By failing to use your title?”

“I do see that, it’s just that …”

“By dictating what you can and cannot wear?”

“Oh!”

“And I heard the maid, plain as day call you a slut!”

Alicia stared at her father, with wide defeated eyes. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

For Eden’s part, he thought he was going to throw up. Bile emerged in his throat which he quickly swallowed. He managed to keep his finger locked to his puckered lips. Oh God, had he really called her that? Yes! He knew he had. He was sunk.

The Master rose from the bed slowly, as if weighed down by some momentous decision he had to make.

He stared hard at the cowering maid.

“Maid!”

Lowering his finger, the maid squeaked, “Yes Master?”

“Go into the master bedroom and find my tawse in the left-hand wardrobe.”

Oh no. The tawse! The most venomous of all the punishment tools.

Then Eden caught site of Alicia, simply staring with incredulity at her father.

Eden winced. God. His own daughter heard that command. He was to fetch the tool of his own punishment!

“Then, stand next to the chair. I will be with you shortly.”

Feeling his knees become too weak to move, Eden remained fixed in position.

The Bull spoke quietly, knowing he would be obeyed.

“I said now!”

The maid fled the room in a flurry. There was even a squeal as he entered the adjoining, larger master bedroom. The bedroom in which only a week before, he had slept with his own wife. The bedroom which was now inhabited by his wife and her Bull, the Master of the House.

In automatic pilot Eden found the tawse and placed it on the bed. Through the open door he could hear the quiet chat from his daughter’s room.

He held his breath to hear the conversation as both spoke in hushed tones.

He caught his daughter saying:

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

The Bull grunted a laugh, it sounded endearing.

“It’s very kind of you to seek to protect those in your charge. That is an import part of being responsible for any domestic servant. It demonstrates a good deal of maturity on your part.”

“Aw, thank you, Master.” Alicia sounded proud of the accolade. “It is difficult for me. You understand?”

“I’m sure. But you’ll soon find that with responsibility comes a certain release. Maids are very useful members of the household. They free you up to do your college work, go out on dates, listen to music, anything you wish. You are not tied down to the mundane tasks that plague so many young girl’s lives.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“There,” the Master of the House announced, “So if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with the maid to help her understand her responsibilities.”

“Erm, Master?” Alicia said.

There was silence and Eden swallowed. His entire life appeared to be revealed by the Master’s words to his daughter. As if he was now a full-time maid in the household! But obviously she objected to something. Eden stepped closer to the door, to hear more distinctly.

“I was wondering. Isn’t a tawse, well, a spanking instrument?” She swallowed the word spanking as if embarrassed.

“Yes. Good girl.”

“Thank you, Master.”

What was happening? Eden could tell she was complimented by the Bull’s remark.

“It originated in Scotland,” the Bull said, “and has been used ever since. Not just in schools, but in the army and navy.”

A short moment of throbbing quiet before Alicia cleared her throat.

“I mean, you know, you’re not going to spank the maid, are you?”

“Why not?”

“Oh!”

Again, the room fell still until the Master spoke again.

“Punishment has been used effectively for thousands of years. Quite right that you cannot punish children these days, but no reason why amongst consensual adults it cannot be used for its original purpose. To aid compliance and obedience. Improve the quality of the work.”

“Well, I was spanked,” whispered Alicia. “Dad, thought it an important lesson.”

The Bull tutted. “In my view it is wholly wrong to beat children. If you can’t keep children in line with out beating them, then hey, what sort of responsible person are you?”

Eden felt sick, wishing he had never spanked his daughter. Now it felt as if he somehow deserved what was coming.

Alicia said, “Oh!” As if she had just realised how unjust it was for her own father to have beaten her.

“So, I’ll deal with the maid. Will only take a minute or so. Never takes long.”

“Will it hurt Master?”

“Of course, it will!”

It was the first time Eden had heard the Bull be impatient with Alicia.

The Master of the House’s voice calmed. “As you know when children are spanked, they feel the pain and they sometime cry. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“So please don’t be alarmed if you hear crying. It is all part of the process.” He paused. “And really quite unavoidable.”

Alicia gasped. “But perhaps a good telling off.  Or, I know, standing in the corner like you did with the maid last night. That works.”

Sighing, the Bull called out, “Maid! Get your fat arse in here. Right now!”

No. No . No. Please no. he didn’t want to look at his daughter right now, not after the Master’s explanation of his forthcoming punishment.

But knowing he had no choice, a red-faced maid stepped into his daughter’s bedroom.

“Yes Master?” His voice was squeaky and his breathing short.

“Miss Alicia here,” The Bull said, with his usual quiet confidence, “is quite rightly weighing up the pros and cons of different punishments the maid of a household should receive for her naughtiness. Isn’t that right, Alicia?”

Alicia was surprised at the question, but managed a, “Yes Master.”

“I explained to her that punishments helped improve the maid’s efficiency and competence.”

Eden found himself nodding eagerly.

“Yes, Master.”

If he placated the Master of the House, then his punishment might be diminished for good behaviour.

Smiling at Alicia, the Bull said, “See. We are all in agreement.” He turned back to the keen maid. “And a spanking is the most effective and memorable of the punishments, isn’t it, maid?”

Eden’s enthusiasm for this discourse melted away. “Well, yes Master. Though there are many others, of course.”

The Bull looked at the daughter and nodded at the maid with a gentle laugh. “Maids are full of it aren’t they?” Back to the maid, this time, eyes fixed hard, “But a good spanking, garners results doesn’t it?”

Lowering his head, the maid responded as he knew he must, “Yes, Master.”

The Bull was satisfied, “There you are. We’re all in agreement. A maid must be kept on her toes. So, if you will excuse us for a moment, Alicia.”

Her eyes were now bulging. “Erm, yes of course, Master.”

“Master’s bedroom. Right now, maid.”

“Yes, Master.”

Obviously, the bull would deduct smacks for good behaviour.  … Surely!

The Bull was right behind him as they entered the main bedroom.

“Right. Trousers down!”

Eden stared at the open door, just feet beyond which stood his daughter.

Eden whispered to the Bull, “Master, perhaps we should close the door or …”

“Trousers down this instant. Unless you want me to drag them down!”

With shivering fear, Eden undid the top of his tight pants, his fingers working from muscle memory alone.

With his trousers around his ankles, and his dark tights exposed, Eden rose up, but remained cowering.

Under his breath, as quietly as possible, he said, “Master, perhaps we …”

“Tights down. Around knees!” The Bull announced, tilting his head back. “Quickly girl, if you know what’s best for you!”

Eden placed his thumbs under the elasticated waist band and tried to think of something to say or do to escape punishment in earshot of his daughter.

His eyes watered with shame, and his mouth became dry and rough like sandpaper. He could no longer swallow.

“Quickly girl!”

As commanded, he pulled down the tights to his knees and stood in the scarlet red panties he had put on that morning.

The Master took in the panties with a look of impatience.

Oh no, Eden thought. No. No! Surely, he wouldn’t …

“Maid. Panties down to mid thighs!”

He groaned but he was hanging on to one comforting thought that he would use to help him through this dreadful ordeal. A thin light of hope shining in his mind. Suddenly everything felt all right.

He slid down the silky panties to his thighs feeling his legs become totally immobile.

“Over the back of the chair!”

“Oh!”

Did he have to command him so loudly?

But Eden had that one liberating thought in his head to help him get thought his humiliating ordeal.

 

 

 

 

Eden’s heart was singling. Having spent  an entire morning without anyone criticising him he felt as if he were finally getting on top of the job of being a maid to the household.

Surely only rewards awaited him.

It was a little exasperating not to have anyone praise him though. Despite him being up early as instructed by the Master of the House, and being able to serve breakfast in an immaculate, dust free downstairs. Couldn’t the Master or Mistress at least have offered a word of approval? Just one word? Or even an acknowledgment of the result of his hard work?

Here he was, about to prepare lunch of tuna salad, when he agonised over hearing nothing from the members of the household he served.

Nothing! Not a word …

Until the Mistress of the House, his wife, dropped off two blouses for him to iron. The kitchen had become his home place. He felt safe here, unlikely to catch the attention of anyone who would wish to punish him.

“Be careful with them, maid. They are a little delicate. And place them on hangers in my bedroom when they are lovely and smooth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Eden said, trying to hide his annoyance at being handed yet another menial job.

“Oh, and maid?” Erika spoke absent mindedly, as if just remembering some unimportant point.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“The Master of the House wishes to chat to you at midday. In his office”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Don’t be late. You know what he’s like.”

With that, Erika left.

Eden held the blouses in his hand.

A chat? A chat was what she said. Wow! Surely, he hadn’t been naughty. He would have been told in no uncertain terms had he been so. Therefore, the only possible reason for ‘a chat’ was to offer praise. And with praise came rewards. And the best reward would be to release him from his chastity cage so he could play until he came. That way his brain would become normal again, not the blubbery mass of illogical thought that rolled around inside his head.

Clutching the blouses, he settled onto a chair to daydream about the promising moment ahead of him.

Such are the pitiable small hopes that besot a maid in the course of her duties.

So it was that, close to midday, following a polite knock on the office door, he was summoned into the Master’s office.

He stood beaming near the Master who was engrossed in a row of numbers embedded in a complicated  spreadsheet that absorbed his full attention.

The Master ignored him and when Eden politely coughed to show his presence the Master simply clicked his fingers and pointed at the rug near the office chair.

Eden knelt immediately, though surprised to be told to do so.

The Master, apparently without even looking where Eden was, clicked and pointed closer to his chair.

Stifling a ‘humff’ of exasperation, Eden shuffled on his knees to the fresh spot, merely inches from the old one! And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

From the benefit of his low spot, Eden couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen that captivated so much of the Master’s attention. Nor had he yet made lunch so couldn’t spend too much time being idle here.

Minutes passed. Then maybe ten. More?

It was impossible to know. But as he was awaiting a reward, he remained silent and well behaved, as he knew was expected of him.

The door thumped open.

Erika giggled in and then stopped.

“Oh. I see you are chatting to the maid.”

Swinging around in his chair a grinning Marcus said, “Hey! You look hot.”

And indeed, Eden had to admit that his wife did look hot in her short summer dress, decorated in pink and white.

She giggled again. “Aw thank you.”

She plopped herself down on his lap, as he gripped her tight, kissing her as if he were sucking out her intestines.

Eden nibbled his lip with fury. He wasn’t allowed to even speak despite being summoned to the office. And he had plenty of housework to do! Now his wife arrives and she gets his full attention.

“Listen babe,” he finally said, “I’m pretty busy, right now.”

She nodded down to the kneeling maid, “So I see!”

“Na. With important shit. Work. Gotta be done before lunch.”

Sliding from her lap, she smoothed out her dress and sighed. “Maybe later then hun?”

“You got it!”

She giggled, before glancing down at the maid, “And please don’t forget those two blouses, maid!”

What? But she had only just given them to him. Just before she ordered him to see the Master.

So unreasonable!

But with the Master present, Eden just said, “Yes Mistress.”

With that his wife gave the Master one more peck and left.

For a long while Eden noticed the Bull staring at the door with a wicked leer on his mouth. Then he shook it away and returned to his work.

Heavens! Eden’s rage grew. Had he forgotten he had summoned the maid and then had him prostate himself at the Master’s feet?

Now his ankles and knees were hurting. Clearly the Bull had no thought whatsoever of the maid’s well being.

Eden was about to cough again, to attract the Bull’s attention when there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for an instruction to enter, it opened, and a nervous Alicia stepped inside.

She was wearing jeans but a different tee shirt to the previous day and looked very hot.

All of a sudden, the Master was relaxed and leaned back from his work, as if it no longer held any importance!

Though that was bad enough, Eden felt more chagrin from kneeling before the Master of the House whilst his daughter was giggly and full of chat.

“Oh, Master, that was wonderful last night.”

The Master laughed. “A good time, yes?”

What? Eden’s ears pricked up. What was a good time? What did they do after he was sent to bed?

Now he was troubled!

“Listen, Master, a guy is taking me out tonight,” Alicia said.

A guy? Eden turned, but to look at her low heeled sandals, as he dare not raise his eyes upwards to her face.

“Ok fine.”

Fine? How was it the Bull’s job to say what was fine with Eden’s daughter? Now he was truly riled.

The Master continued, “Where’s he taking you?”

“Cinema. Some goofy comedy.”

After a moment, the Master said, “Yeh. That’s ok. Be back by midnight mind.”

“Thanks Master.”

“And Alicia,” his strong  eyes held her gaze, “don’t forget if you need anything sorted or ironed or something you ring the bell for the maid here.”

She wrinkled her nose, blushing a little, “Na, it’s ok. I’ll leave the maid things to you and mum.”

“Well make sure she has made your bed properly and tidied your room every morning.”

“No. Thanks, but no. I’ll do it.”

“Up to you, babe.”

Babe? That was his daughter!

“See yous”, she smiled.

With that Alicia was gone.

Eden seethed. Why didn’t she ask her father about her dating? What was happening here?

The Master leaned forwards over his desk and went back to his figures.

Great! Now he’s even forgotten that he summoned the maid to his office!

Eden clenched his hands but was careful not to shake them before the Master of the House. He also lowered his head so that his curls would hide his pouting.

Something had to be said!

“Master …”

The Bull glared down at the maid.

“Sorry, to interrupt, Master, really. But I have a few things to do. So I was wondering why you’d called me in.”

There is a time in every maid’s life when she regrets speaking. When she cannot pass it off with a giggle as a silly joke. She has spoken. The words are out there, all set to condemn her.

Eden lowered his curly head. “Sorry Master. I know you are busy …”

“Quiet girl!”

“Yes Master.”

“Fetch me the tawse from the cupboard and place it on my desk.”

Inwardly, Eden collapsed. Not the tawse! He quickly rose and fetched the dreaded implement form the cupboard.

“Master, if it pleases you, I am so sorry …”

“Now stand in the corner. When I call you back, you will tell me how many spanks you should get from the tawse.”

“Oh!”

“I’ve said before, you should now be saying how many spanks you should get for any of your silly naughtiness.”

Feeling his face glow red hot, Eden bowed his head. “Yes Master.”

“If I think you are being too lenient on yourself then I will double the number I think it ought be.”

Oh no!

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, corner time, until called back.”

“Yes Master.”

The infuriating corner time where time passes at a gentle speed unknown to the person being punished.

But it did afford Eden the opportunity to mull over how many spanks he should be given. That was troublesome of course. Because his tally may well not agree with that of the Bull’s. Perhaps only six spanks? His only crime being to interrupt the Master when he was working. But against that was the fact that he had been waiting patiently for the Master, when everyone else, it seemed could interrupt whenever they pleased. So why should he be punished at all?

He humphed to himself.

So unfair!

Half hour later a sniffling maid was back on her knees before her Master.

Whilst Eden thought 6 smacks would be sufficient, her Master had explained why 12 was:

“Speaking out of turn cannot be tolerated. Imagine if everyone had to appease a maid all the time? There would be no point in having a maid”

Thus it was, that a contrite maid knelt, still feeling aggrieved, but feeling wise not to grumble. But it was all so unfair, and now her bottom was burning again. Oh!

“Now the reason I ordered you to come to me, is to point out that you should obey without hesitation.”

About to say that he does, Eden simply  thought better of interrupting the Master of the House, and simply nodded his downcast head.

“I don’t want any of this hesitancy where you pause before obeying.”

“Yes Master.”

Did he pause? When had he paused?

“Secondly,” The Bull reached down and raised the maid’s chin so that the damp fearful eyes were looking at him. “Do you think I want a miserable maid in my household?”

Obviously, Eden was not about to point out that this was not the Master’s household but his. So  he simply shook his head, feeling his curls tickle his chin.

“I want to see my maid with a smile on her dumb face as she carries out her chores.”

“Yes Master.”

“You should be happy, and let everyone in the house know you are a happy and contented maid. I don’t want people feeling sorry for you.”

“Yes Master. I understand.”

“I hope you do maid, because that arse of yours is already sore. You wouldn’t want it getting worse, would you?”

The Master grinned and as if Eden should get the joke, albeit form the Master’s point of view.

The maid smiled back. “Yes Master.”

“Good. Dismissed.”

Dismissed! Was that it? The sole reason for making him late with lunch was to give him those two snippets of unhelpful advice?

“Yes Master.”

Eden rose and paused, his palms on the flat of his trouser fronts.

The Master groaned. “What is it maid?”

“Please Master, I can’t help feeling, and I appreciate that you may not share this view, especially, …”

“Girl! Just fucking say it!”

“Yes Master. Please may I have my chastity cage removed.”

Seeing the annoyed expression on his Master’s face, Eden quickly continued.

“Just for a short while. Just a few minutes really. So I can get released. My brain has ceased up. If I could cum …”

Not bothering to contain his impatience, the Master said, “What sort of maids get their cage removed? Good maids or naughty maids?”

That one was easy!

Eden smiled with satisfaction. “Good maids, Master.”

“Clever girl. So is a maid constantly having to be punished a good or a naughty maid?”

Ah!

“Well Master, I guess, a naughty maid.”

The Bull swung his chair around back to face the screen of figures. Clearly the conversation was over.

Back in the kitchen, Eden set about carefully ironing his Mistress’ two blouses. But no sooner had he started, than he heard the bell tinkling from upstairs.

With a frustrated groan he dropped the iron back onto the board and made his way upstairs.

Another impatient ring of the bell.

Oh!

The sound was coming from Alicia’s new room. As his daughter did her best to avoid Eden and handing out instructions to him, it seemed odd for her to be summoning him.

Then it occurred to Eden. Obviously she needed guidance on this young man she was to see that night. He could be her father again. Flushed with the buzz of returning to his old position he pushed up his curly hair with the flat of his hand and smoothed down his tight maid’s trousers.

The ironing could wait.

Had Eden been able to see into the future he would have quickly returned to the simple bliss of ironing. When when he opened the door to his daughter’s new room, he had no idea of what the future held in store for him. One day, when looking back on this fateful moment, he would see it as a life changing event.