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Title: Replaced
Author: @cuckhumiliation
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1

I winced a little as I pulled the last of my things from the topmost dresser drawer and placed it into the stuffed cardboard box. I hadn’t expected to feel sentimental about a dresser. Now it was all set for Vince when he arrived. I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. The old dresser in my new ‘maid room’ had been painted a delicate light pink. It actually looked kind of stylish despite my mediocre painting abilities. I got to work making sure everything was in order. I knew Vince would enjoy touring the new space, and I wanted to be sure he approved.

“Maid, the kids need lunch!”

I scampered up the stairs. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. Fourteen months ago it was all a fun little fantasy as she messaged with Vince from bed. Then his visits became a regular thing, and the idea started becoming a little less far-fetched.

This new chapter though was going to be a leap I was getting more and more nervous about. The girls loved him, and already thought of him as an uncle more or less, but now he would be living with us. Or maybe we would be living with him. Kate loved thinking of him as a masculine, dominant head of the house. It was a role I had never satisfactorily filled for her.

We had an official story we would tell acquaintances, that he was renting from us while he adjusted to living in the area, and the kids had already repeated it to their friends.

I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four year olds.

“Is the bedroom all ready for him?” Kate asked, looking at something on her phone.

“Yes Miss.”

I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vince’s command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. The kids hadn’t started calling me Maid yet, but I assumed that was probably inevitable with Kate and Vince both referring to me that way.

Kate smiled. “Oh good, I’m going to send him a photo or two.”

She went into the Master bedroom and locked the door behind her. Vince was going to be getting some nudes along with shots of my emptied out half of the closet, dresser and bathroom. I accidentally burned my finger on the griddle and jumped back to focusing on making lunch.

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My neck was still sore from the hour I had spent the previous night with my face buried in Kate’s pussy as she messaged with Vince. I stood awkwardly now on the porch as Kate and the two girls ran to greet Vince as he stepped out of the car. The sinking feeling that had been pulsing for the past few weeks now settled into an uncomfortable permanence in my gut. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheek…

“Maid…the bags.”

“Yes Sir.”

The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.

The rest of his things would arrive later on the moving truck, but even so it took a long time to carry in everything from the car. I took load after load, quietly walking past the living room where Vince and the girls were catching up to go place his belongings into what used to be my bedroom.

Finally it was all in, and I got another taste of supreme sissy awkwardness as I stepped into the living room, head bowed slightly. It wasn’t clear how this was going to work. I decided to go sit on the sofa adjacent to where Vince was sitting with my family. As I started to sit Vince gave me a stare that I knew meant “no”. I caught myself and stood back up, backing away slightly. Kate giggled, catching what had just happened. “So mean” she clucked with a smile.

It got meaner.

“Maid, when you are waiting for instructions you will stand quietly and out of the way.”

He had never been so direct with me in front of the kids. I swallowed awkwardly, blushing badly.

“Yes Sir.”

He let me stand there for a few minutes and went back to talking with Kate and the girls. The idea of lunch came up.

Kate threw out the first idea. “How about Chinese?” The idea was met with unbridled excitement from the kids.

“Sure…why not.” Vince chuckled. The kids ran to get their shoes on. He turned to me. “While we’re gone you should have plenty of time to unpack my bags and get everything set up in my room. And the moving company should be here in an hour or two, so give them whatever help they need.”

While they were gone? I groaned softly. I was hungry too.

He stood up, pulling Kate with him.

I just stood in stunned silence as they went out the door. Vince grabbed her ass and grinned. Her round little bottom looked so delicious through the satin floral pattern of her dress as he possessively grabbed what was now his.

I watched out the window as their car pulled away. I was suddenly so unbelievably horny. The image of Vince’s hand firmly gripping my wife’s backside was burned into my brain. I went into the bedroom and unzipped my pants. The whirlwind of emotions whipping through my mind weren’t all pleasant, but they were definitely making my penis do it’s absolutely best to break out of it’s little plastic cage. I squeezed the sides and desperately stroked as I had done so many times before. It was just as depressing and frustrating as usual. I dreamed of Kate’s soft pussy as I instead felt the familiar unpleasant pinch of hard plastic on skin. I knew it wouldn’t end well, but I kept trying anyway, squeezing my thighs around it now and humping the air. I imagined myself on top of her, thrusting over and over into her as her blonde curls bounced on the bed below me, her breath against my ear.

It was folly. The cage did it’s job. I eventually gave up, dejected and now behind on my work.

I zipped up my pants and opened the first of Vince’s bags. Shirts. I organized them by type, laying them out on the bed and deciding how to organize them. The buttoned shirts needed ironing, so I ran to get the ironing board. Fuck, this was going to take a long fucking time.

As I finally hung the last shirt in what used to be my closet, I realized that I would be hanging these shirts in just the same way over and over for the foreseeable future. I moaned in dejected self pity.

That was just the buttoned shirts. I still had to organize the other shirts, the pants, the underwear and socks, the toiletries. I wanted to cry, but I was interrupted by the doorbell. Fuck, the movers.

The leader of the three man crew held the clipboard and shook his head. “Sorry Sir, need to have the signature of the owner of these belongings before I can unload.”

I bit my lip. Should have lied right away and said I was Vince. Now it was too late. “Hey, could I call him?” I started dialing before he could respond. I handed him the phone as the other end started ringing.

The man listened, protested a little, and then was apparently won over. He gave a little chuckle as he handed me back the phone. “All right, we’re good here.” He paused for a second. “Says you’re his maid.”

I blushed. “Umm, well yes kind of.”

He shook his head and got his crew started.

2

I wasn’t anywhere close to having the house where I wanted it when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway. Vince and my family had been gone for over three hours. They must have gone for a walk or maybe shopping after lunch.

It was such a strange sight seeing the four of them walking from the car to the house. It felt surreal. I opened the door for them, waiting patiently and closing it behind them.

Vince looked around the room. Partially empty boxes showed signs of progress, but I clearly had a lot of work ahead me still.

“Not a bad start, maid.”

Vince was clearly in good spirits, having just enjoyed relaxing with my wife and kids as I worked to put his belongings where mine used to be. I sighed softly in relief.

He was about to go take a tour of the house when he paused, turning back to me as I was about to start working again.

“Not a fan of what you’re wearing though. You have clothing more fitting for your role, right? I thought we talked about this.”

“Umm…yes Sir, but if you recall we discussed it might be safest to wait a little while so that there isn’t quite so much change for the girls all at one time…”

He looked at the girls. Six year old Maddie was drawing a picture for him. Four year old Mary was laughing and tugging on his arm.

“They seem to be taking it all pretty well.”

I mumbled incomprehensibly, realizing I was probably the only one who wasn’t ready.

“Umm….yes…well, I will see if…”

“Maid, you will change into your new clothing now.”

I scurried down the stairs to escape, deciding there was no point in protesting further.

I locked the door behind me, but there was no escaping my situation. I pulled open the top drawer and got started.

The white lace panties felt delicate as I pulled them up. The solid black stockings came up to my thighs, gripping my shaved legs tightly. I went to the small closet and chose one of my three dresses; dark blue, long sleeved, with a conservatively cut front. The bottom of the dress fell just below my knees. It took a minute to get the apron tied and adjusted comfortably. A pair of black flats completed the outfit.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Completely ridiculous. But maybe also kind of sweet and harmless. An over the top slutty French maid outfit wouldn’t be appropriate around children, but this attire made it unmistakable that the wearer was responsible for domestic chores while still maintaining modesty.

I waited with dread for a long time at the door leading back to the upstairs before building the courage to walk where everyone would see me.

I finally swung it open, stepping very softly into the hall between kitchen and bedroom. It felt very strange having nothing but air between my bare thighs under the dress. Despite being fully covered, I felt very exposed.

Giggles all around. Well, maybe not from Vince.

“Why are you wearing a dress daddy?”

Oh god. “Well sweetie…err…i mean Miss Mary…i am, umm…”

Kate saved me. “He is our maid now, girls. See? There is a lot of important work around our house that has to be done every day, and that’s what maids are for!” Her voice had confident, cheery enthusiasm. “And a dress like the one he is wearing is perfect for maids.” She twirled her hand a couple times. “Spin around for the girls so they can see how it works.”

I reluctantly rotated twice. Vince was holding back laughter as she continued. “The apron will get dirty from all the cleaning and cooking, but it’s white so it can be bleached and gotten all clean again!”

The kids stared, giggling, trying to figure it all out. Kate didn’t save me from this moment. It was all mine to drown in. I felt so silly as I turned to Vince. “Sir if you approve I’ll go back to unpacking your things for you.”

He stepped a little closer, looking at the outfit. “Kind of boring, but I get it. You may go back to your work.” The pang of humiliation from being given such direct orders in front of the kids was going to take a long time to get used to.

“Yes Sir thank you Sir.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon running around the house, trying to keep up with the mountains of work left to finish. Kate was helpful in her own way, occasionally checking in to help me decide where I should put Vince’s things. She had spent a lot of time on her makeup and hair. She looked so tantalizing in the short dress she had chosen for Vince’s moving in day. Her tight thighs begged to be groped, and the way her ass made the dress bounce was enough to drive me completely crazy when she walked into the room.

“Isn’t this exciting sweetie? Err…maid I guess?” She giggled sweetly. “Remember when this was all just crazy fantasies we had with Vince? It’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.”

She sounded so sweet…so innocent and adorable. God I wanted to fuck her senseless. Instead I stammered and awkwardly held Vince’s box of cups and mugs, awaiting her instruction on what to do with them.

“What is it hon…are you okay?” She put her hand on my arm. I winked away a little tear.

“Yes Miss…i…its just harder than I thought…the way you’re looking at me with him moved in…the way they’re looking at me…”

“Aww…yeah…its a lot at one time. I get that.” She brushed her blonde curls back from her face. “Maybe I should get Vince to take it a little slower.”

As if by some metaphysical trigger Vince appeared in the doorway. “Everything okay?”

Kate gave my arm a friendly little rub. “Maid is just working through the transition. It’s not quite like you imagined, huh?”

I shook my head, looking at the floor.

The dynamic was so different the instant Vince was present.

“Tell me what you need, sissy.”

I knew what he meant. He was probably right, I just didn’t feel like going through it. He waited for me though, letting the silence hang over my psyche.

I turned to fully face him, setting the box down and putting my hands together politely in front of my apron. I kept my head lowered as I spoke.

“Please Sir if I could bother you for a quick whipping Sir, it would…i think Sir it would help me accept my new place.”

We had discussed this kind of possibility, and as I said the words I knew it was going to be the unpleasant medicine my sissy brain needed.

“Get the cane and wait in the bedroom.”

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Good disciplinarians know that punishment is all about psychology. Vince didn’t rush to the bedroom. Instead I had time to go to the basement and get the acrylic cane, feeling it’s weight as I carried it up the stairs. I had plenty of time to get into appropriate cane position, with my panties pulled down and my dress pulled up, my hands leaning on the bed as I held myself in a bent over position with legs spread slightly and back slightly arched. I had plenty of time to hold still and allow the dread to build. It felt like an eternity before the door finally swung open behind me.

It wasn’t the first time Vince had disciplined me, but it was the first time my punishment was serving a direct purpose other than just humiliation or to turn Kate on with a display of authority. This time it was the housemaid being given a dose of discipline by the master of the house. This was to help me become a better servant.

The cane stung like hell. Vince was all business, delivering accurate strike after strike. He started at the bottom of my ass and worked his way up, making sure I was properly striped and welted. I took it like a good maid, keeping my sissy ass in position for him, my legs quivering with each slice of the cane.

I cried, but I was desperate for the kids not to hear me. I squelched my sobs and clenched my teeth, determined to be quiet. I knew Vince could have been harder on me and made it impossible to stop myself from squealing. I was grateful.

When I was allowed to stand, I thanked him, partially out of decorum and obedience, but also with a lot of sincerity. I was a properly beaten maid. The searing burn that I felt as I pulled my panties back up reinforced that. I would have a sore ass all afternoon as I worked to remind me that I was in my proper station now.

I went back to the kitchen, where Kate was taking a bunch of my favorite coffee mugs out of the cupboard.

“All better now maid?” She asked, reaching up high to pull down a mug I had gotten from a co-worker at a Christmas party. Her dress barely covered her ass as she stood on tiptoes and extended her arm.

“Yes Miss. Thank you for asking.”

“Oh good” she said, putting the mug into a plastic grocery bag.

“Here, take these downstairs to the trash. We need to make room for Vince’s mugs.”

I hesitated. “But these are…they are kind of special to me…i really don't…”

She pointed to the basement steps. “In the trash. We don’t have space for them. This cupboard is for Vince’s things now.”

3

I could hear the rhythmic complaints of wooden bed slats and metal springs from the room above me. The modified futon I was stretched out on was actually pretty comfortable with the addition of a memory foam topper. I pulled a blanket up tight and listened to the bouncing of the master bed, trying to make out the hushed moans and gasps from Kate. She always managed to keep herself quiet enough not to wake the kids, but when she had orgasms while making love with Vince it was often close. I didn’t have to wait long for another one. “Fuuuuck” was drawn out in breathless female ecstasy, and suddenly muffled; probably by her lover taking her mouth in his hand as she came hard. I’d seen him do it before. She loved the way he manhandled her - confident and dominant.

I understood why I wasn’t in the room with them, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating and defeating as I reached under the blanket to run my finger along the plastic of my cock cage and imagine what it would feel like to trade places with Vince for a few minutes. My ‘crayon penis’ as Kate called it did a pathetic helpless twitch and immediately gave up.

“You’ll need to earn the privilege of staying up past your bedtime to be in the room with us” Vince had told me before sending me to my room for the night. “Do you think you earned it today maid?” I had just shaken my head slightly and said “No Sir. Good night Sir and Miss” before retreating to my maid bedroom. I wished I wouldn’t have glanced at Kate as she reached her hand in his pants as I opened the door to the basement. It only made it worse having that image in my mind as I dejectedly walked down the stairs, my locked penis squirming and my ass still burning from the cane.

The next five days were spent developing the new normal. Sunday morning at church I was sure people would be into me somehow, even though I was dressed normally except for the satin panties Vince required me to wear under my jeans. The afternoon hike was actually really lovely. It was still a little surreal seeing Vince and Kate holding hands as the kids skipped ahead on the trail, but I also felt happy for them. Kate was so happy and sweet with me too - talking to me almost like a sister as Vince went ahead for a while to chase and play with the girls.

Monday was a sharp transition back to the grind: school, preschool, lunch bags, homework, housework…and then the hours spent in the office. I didn’t even feel dejected when I was sent to bed. I felt relieved.

Tuesday was a blur, but I was getting more efficient. It was my first real success as a maid; everyone was happy, the kids were in bed, and while I didn’t yet earn the chance to see my wife naked, I did at least manage to go the entire day without requiring any discipline whatsoever. I was proud as I curled up in bed.

By Thursday I knew I would eventually be able to find a healthy rhythm to our days, even if it looked far different from what my imagination had predicted.

But every new system has it’s wrinkles to work out as everyone settles into their new roles. On Friday I found a significant wrinkle, and Vince applied the iron.

“You can’t skip homework just because it’s Friday.” I was raising my voice a little more than I intended, but I needed to clean up from dinner and I didn’t have time for the complaints of my stubborn six year old.

“I’m sorry Ma…Miss Maddie, I know you’re excited for movie night, but let’s just get this over with and you can go have fun.” I put the last plate into the dishwasher and got started making popcorn.

“No! I’m going to do it later.” She crossed her arms defiantly. I turned towards her a little too angrily. “You will start this instant young lady. Don’t make me have to count!”

And as often happens when disagreeing with children the tension escalated far beyond what a dispute about homework merited.

“Maddie, you are grounded - go to timeout on the stairs this…”

I was interrupted by a loud clap as Vince stood up from the couch.

“Both of you, over here. Now.”

His sharp tone startled both of us. I shuffled awkwardly to the living room, taking my usual respectful position, standing with head slightly bowed, facing towards Vince.

Maddie ran and jumped onto the couch beside Kate and Mary.

Vince sat back down.

“Maid, you have some explaining to do.”

I had some explaining to do? I wasn’t the one skipping my work to watch a silly movie.

“Yes Sir” I said.

“When is Maddie’s homework due?”

I fidgeted, realizing too late how silly the dispute sounded now. “Umm…It is due Monday Sir.”

He sat back on the couch. It was so awkward being the only one standing, and it was really uncomfortable being treated like a silly child in front of my kids.

“So why does she have to do it this instant?”

“I just thought Sir that…well, it might be easiest if…you know…”

He stopped my floundering rationale. “You raised your voice to Maddie. That is unacceptable for a maid.”

God no, not like this. I broke my obedient position, raising my head and beginning to protest.

He didn’t give me a chance.

“Silence. You are not allowed to speak for the rest of the night.”

For some reason four year old Mary found that hilarious. “Daddy has to play the quiet game!”

It lightened the tone immediately, but I knew better than to say anything as they all laughed.

Vince tickled her before turning back to me.

“You also failed to correctly address her. That will not happen again.”

I swallowed and tried to fight back and keep some semblance of control of the sea of emotions whipping like waves. I fiddled with the frilled edges of my apron as my children giggled. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Vince took Mary onto his lap and picked up the remote.

“Maid, you will stand in the corner in timeout while we watch our movie.” He pointed to the corner adjacent to the TV.

I froze. This was impossible…a dress was one thing, but this…in front of the kids and…

“Now.”

I jumped. As I turned to walk to the corner, my last snapshot was of all three girls snuggled up to him.

“Nose in the corner, maid.”

I pushed my feet together awkwardly to allow my face to push into the corner. The movie started.

Timeouts are a funny thing, especially timeouts that include being humiliated in front of your family.

Minutes of idle boredom make way for wave after wave of fresh humiliation as you remember that your kids are behind you the entire time as you obediently stand in this ridiculous position. You imagine their little arms and torsos nestled up to his strong frame as you feel the hard cold wall against your nose.

I thought about fighting back. What the hell was wrong with me? But then he would win. He always won. And I would end up with an even worse humiliation. I resisted the urge to march away from my timeout.

After an hour or so my anger slowly turned into a defeated acceptance. I didn’t fight it any more. The weight of my new reality settled onto me. I pressed my nose with renewed obedience against the drywall. I was no longer an authority figure to my children, that was Vince now…but I could still be an important part of their lives, and at that moment my job was to fully accept my punishment.

The film finally ended. The girls bubbled on and on about it. Vince graciously played along, slipping in occasional subtly flirtatious comment to Kate.

“Please can we watch one quick show with you Vince? Please please!?” I could hear the kids bouncing on the couch as they begged.

“Okay, okay…one episode… you’re too adorable to say no.” He said good naturedly, and was met with immediate cheers.

“Just one quick thing.”

“Maid, you can leave the corner now.” He sounded so self-assured and condescending, even if it was said with a light-hearted tone. Life was pretty good right now for Vince.

I stood in front of him again, thanking him very quietly.

“Louder, maid.”

I whimpered. This was intolerable. I could accept my punishment, but this was so mean.

“If your attitude is still a problem you’re welcome to go right back to the corner.”

I did not want that. I quickly changed my tone.

“Yes Sir…umm…my timeout…thank you Sir for my time in the corner.”

“You’re welcome maid. Now go to your room for the night.”

The girls watched in fascination as mommy’s special friend sent daddy to bed early.

4

It had been traumatic for me, but the previous night’s humiliation put me into a focused submissive attitude that kept me alert and on my toes all day Saturday. I didn’t once forget to refer to my wife or daughters as “Miss”, and I tried my hardest to anticipate Vince’s every need. I scurried around the house quietly, getting accustomed to the swish of maid dress against my legs.

When little feelings of resentment started to sprout up, seeing Vince relaxing with Kate on the porch while I worked my ass off, I went back to the memory of standing in complete shame and defeat in front of my family. The pain of that sting came back fresh, with the sound of my girls giggling in Vince’s arms as I obediently stood in the corner. That wasn’t going to happen again. This was my new role and I has to accept it. Fighting it would only make it worse.

When the end of the day rolled around, I beamed as proudly as my crushed soul would allow. The house was clean, the kids were happy, and my wife and her man were on their second bottle of wine and flirting like crazy.

One week had passed. One insane week.

I started the process of getting the kids to bed.

When I came back down the stairs, Kate was draped over Vince, sloppily kissing his face. She was gorgeous, even completely drunk. I lowered my head respectfully and quietly shuffled to the kitchen to stay out of their way.

The sounds were passionate, guttural. I was about to make my way down the stairs when I heard my name called. It was Kate!

I stood politely in front of them, not sure what to expect, but also curious what my wife would say. She could be so entertaining when she had too much to drink, and boy had she ever had way too much tonight. Her head wobbled playfully as she spoke, her blonde curls bouncing. Her shirt was unbuttoned but still hanging on, her naked breasts teasing from under the yellow and black fabric. I allowed myself a few seconds to gaze at that tantalizing cleavage, hoping Vince wouldn’t notice it or care.

Her words were slurred as she spoke to me, and occasionally interrupted by silly drunk giggles.

“You….you…you are so…so cute.” She took a sip of wine. “I mean, just look at you. In your little dress…and…your, your sweet little face when big mean Vince sent you to the…the corner. So cute.”

She motioned for me to come closer, leaning forward. I stepped awkwardly to stand directly in front of her. I didn’t know what to expect.

“Here…let’s check on…check on your little crayon. Little crayon hasn’t gotten any attention….let’s make sure it’s okay.”

She lifted the front of my dress, her balance a little shaky. I understood what she wanted and used both my hands to hold my dress up and expose my panties, which she immediately pulled down.

“There.…there….see Vince? That’s my, my sweet little crayon…all locked up and so safe and cozy. And look…there are still two little it bitty balls down there. I wasn’t sure when I watched you go stand in the corner. I’m glad your…your tiny balls can keep your widdle dicky company, cause I don’t miss it. Nope…nope…”

She reached into Vince’s pants and started slowly stroking his thick, very uncaged cock.

“I have this now…this….oh god I love this.” And her attention flipped to Vince, who was just grinning as she reached her neck up to start adoringly nibble at his face as her hand felt the length of his cock. I stood, holding my dress up to put my tiny locked penis on display as they made out. I thought it would only be for a minute, but I stood there for a long time as my wife passionately kissed her lover.

Eventually Vince took her cheek in his strong hand and held her in place, turning to me for a moment as she started sucking in his finger.

“Out of the way maid.”

I jumped backwards, assuming it was okay to let my dress fall back into place as Vince pulled Kate up to take her to the bedroom.

But instead of continuing down the hallway, he turned left to take the door to the basement.

“Come sissy.”

Kate was a mess, almost tripping over herself as she held onto Vince to descend the stairs with him. They went to my room. Kate’s ass wiggled as she pulled off her jeans. Are we fucking in here tonight? Vince just pushed her to the floor, where she happily kneeled and eagerly pulled down his pants and started worshipping his cock and balls with abandon. I had never experienced that kind of attention. My stomach sank as I realized I probably never would.

I remembered I hadn’t been given formal permission to watch, so I lowered my eyes, allowing just my peripheral vision to see my wife’s form kneeling at his feet as I listened to the sloppy sounds of her lips and tongue on his cock.

Vince must have noticed my proactive obedience.

“Good maid. You can watch your wife serve a real man for a couple minutes.”

It didn’t feel right standing. I lowered myself to the floor and knelt very quietly and held very still as I watched her. She rubbed herself as she sucked his dick until he told her to stop and focus on giving head. His fingers wrapped around the back of her head in loving but firm command. She moaned, reluctantly taking her hand away from her pussy. I knew I would never have been able to give her this kind of dominant confidence. She needed it. She craved it, and it showed as she looked adoringly up at him as she worshipped.

My tiny penis wanted so badly to have any attention- anything at all. But my penis can’t have nice things. I just knelt, feeling it stiffen in it’s cage, dribbling precum onto my thighs.

I watched as Vince lifted my wife and plopped her onto the bed. She spread her legs, waiting for him to take what was his.

Vince took a piece of mail laying on my desk and threw it on the floor in front of me.

“Sorry maid, show’s over. Hold that paper to the wall with your nose. Hands on your head. If the paper drops you don’t get to listen either.”

“Yes Sir”

No more attention was given to me as I awkwardly took my sissy position. I heard the bed creak as Vince mounted my wife. I took the liberty of kneeling on the relatively soft surface of a rug by the door, holding the envelope up with my hand and then pushing my face against it. It slid a tiny bit but I was able to quickly grab it and slide it back up. It was going to take focus to keep it from slipping.

The bed was bouncing now, and Kay was in heaven. I imagined what she must look like with her feet spread wide up in the air, her breasts bouncing back and forth as Vince pounded her. I listened to her have her first orgasm. Then I listened to her getting on all fours, with Vince smacking her ass and calling her his bitch. I listened to her second orgasm, and then her third. Finally I heard Vince’s deep sounds as he slowed and shot his load into her pussy. There was a quiet after the storm, punctuated by little kisses and whispered nothings. And then I heard Kate’s voice, sweet and exhausted and fulfilled.

“Maid…”

I perked up, making sure to hold my position with good posture as their eyes were probably back on me.

“Yes Miss.”

“I want my pussy licked.”

I gave Vince a moment to contradict her, but he didn’t. I lowered my hands stiffly and took the envelope from the wall. I had done exactly as I was told.

I kept my eyes lowered as I took my place between her legs.

“I can’t believe you just obey everything.” She said, her speech somehow a little less slurred now. “Such a little bitch.”

The alcohol was making her more direct than usual. I was given her authentic feelings about me as I licked Vince’s cum from her pussy.

“You don’t even try to stand up for yourself…what kind of little bitch just goes and stands in the corner in front of his own kids?” She grabbed my head to pull me in. “Lick deeper you slut. Taste that…taste that big bad amazing man’s cum.”

I extended my tongue as far as I could, sticky cum sliding from my tongue into my mouth. I grimaced and swallowed.

“Bitch, bitch…bitch….”

She just kept saying it. It was obnoxious but true. I whimpered yes Miss into her sloppy pussy.

5

“Why do you call daddy ‘Maid’ now, mommy?” four year old Mary asked Kate as they sat at the breakfast table. I turned back quickly to the stove to finish frying the eggs. It had been three weeks since Vince moved in, and even though I knew a conversation like this was inevitable, it didn’t make hearing it any less awkward.

Kate didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Well sweetie, you know how sometimes in your story books there’s a king who’s in charge of a palace?”

Mary nodded.

“Okay good, well, Mr. Vince is kind of like a king now, and this house is his palace!”

This was language a four year old could speak fluently.

“Ooh…” she paused, wheels turning. “Does that mean you’re a queen?”

“That’s right sweetie.”

“So is daddy a prince?” Her face scrunched up inquisitively.

“No, not exactly. He’s not as important as a prince.” Kate took a sip of tea and thought for a second. “Kings are really important, and they make the rules of the palace, but they need helpers to make sure the castle stays clean and there’s yummy food to eat! Sometimes we call those kinds of helpers maids.”

My daughter turned towards me.

“Can I call him Maid now too?”

Kate chuckled. “Sure, I guess so sweetie, it’s up to you.”

“I am going to call him maid now. He has to do what you say when you call him that.”

This brought cheerful laughs from my wife. “Smart girl! Well, he does have to listen to us…you’re absolutely right. But, we can’t make him do just anything. There are a lot of very important jobs for our maid. Like right now, see?”

I carried them their plates, utterly mortified. “Please Miss, if I may have a word…”

Kate looked at me, raising her eyebrows a little in surprise. It was becoming the norm now for me to quietly bustle about my work and only speak when spoken to.

“Umm…I'm…sorry Miss… I just wondered if you could maybe encourage her to continue thinking of me more as…as…”

My wife tilted her head. “What, exactly? You’re the one who started all this. You planted the idea of having Vince become boss here, and now you’re going to have to live with the consequences.”

There was an awkward silence, finally broken by my daughter.

“Mommy, is the maid being naughty?”

Kate turned to her, amused. “Yeah sweetie, a little bit I think.”

“Should we put him in timeout?”

“Well, we could…but we need our maid to finish taking care of breakfast for us. Tell you what, I have an idea. You know how you have a sticker chart that lets you earn prizes? Let’s make a chart for our maid! See, our maid has a very very special treat that it sometimes has to wait a really really long time to get. We’ll make a chart for our maid, and every time it’s really really good we’ll put a smiley face which will mean the maid gets it’s special prize one day sooner. But when it’s naughty we’ll put an X or maybe a couple X’s so it will have to wait longer for it’s treat. What do you think?”

The four year old clapped her hands. “Yay! Prize chart for maid!”

Kate had me go get a piece of paper and make a grid with two long rows. Each row had space for twelve smileys or Xs. This was humiliating, but at least my kid wouldn’t be unknowingly adding more than twelve days to my next unlocking opportunity.

Unfortunately Kate had the same realization.

“Tell you what Mary, how about we make the smiles mean one day, and the X’s will mean a week? That way the chart won’t fill up too fast.”

Mary may not have fully comprehended the concept but she happily agreed.

“Okay…very good. Now, let’s see.” Kate gave the pen to my daughter and slid the chart beside her on the table. “How many X’s should we give our maid for punishment this time?”

My child confidently took the pen and proudly scribbled three big X’s onto my new chart. I whimpered under my breath as Kate took the paper and handed it to me.

“Don’t you have something you would like to say to Mary?” She asked, a wicked smile across her face.

My heart sank even further. I turned to my daughter, holding the paper in front of my apron.

“Yes, umm…thank you Miss Mary for my…my punishment.”

God this hurt.

“There we go.” Kate said, turning back to her breakfast. “You’re welcome maid. Now go back to your work, and hang that chart up on the fridge where Mary can reach it.”

6

I thought back through snapshots of memories shared with my neighbor Rick. Over our five years of living next door to each other we had watched football every week during the season, grilled burgers on Saturdays, hiked around the lake…

My mind snapped back to the present, with Kate sitting at in our neighbors dining room next to Rick’s wife Abbie and still trying to explain to her the new role Vince had in our house since moving in, as well as my new role.

They knew and liked Vince already from not only his time living in our house, but also from his previous visits. Buy they had never suspected anything of the true nature of his position in our house as Kate’s lover, and now also the strong male figure to the whole family.

“Let me get this straight” Abbie said, her hand on top of Kate’s on the table, looking her straight in the eyes. “You basically have a new husband…”

Kate turned to point at me. I set the tray with brie and crackers on the table beside them and politely backed away. Vince had me in my light blue maid dress, with white stockings and shoes. It was my most feminine outfit. I was still in a state of protest that this was happening, but my blistered ass was testament to what happened when I protested.

“Abbie, I don’t think I ever had a husband.” Kate said, dismissing me to the kitchen with a small “shoo” gesture that had become like second nature to her.

“Hang on…” Abbie said to me. “Are you comfortable with all of this?”

I froze, uncomfortable that I was disobeying Kate’s command to get lost. I stammered uncomfortably as Rick, Abbie and Kate all stared at me, waiting. I wasn’t comfortable at all. Every day brought fresh humiliation, and hours of exhausting work. I couldn’t stand the way Vince treated me, especially in front of the kids. It was utterly devastating the way they saw me now. I was just a maid to Kate already. I couldn’t believe how quickly that had happened.

I couldn’t say all that.

“It was all maid’s idea.” Kate said matter of factly. She prompted me. “Isn’t that right?”

I lowered my head in abject shame. “It was my idea.”

Rick hadn’t said anything in a long time, just sitting and processing in silence. It had to be surreal seeing your buddy in a feminine outfit weakly serving as a housemaid, acknowledging that it was all the maid’s idea to be replaced by another man.

“Why would you do that, why would you want that? It sounds terrible.” Abbie asked, very directly.

“I…I don’t know Miss Abbie, I just…I…”

“He was born to be a servant…not a man.” Kate interjected again. I nodded my head weakly. There was another pause.

Rick finally spoke up. “I want to hear it in your own words. Tell us how you want us to treat you.”

I looked at Kate, who sat back in her chair, waiting for my response along with the neighbors. What did I want? I wanted to be a man…a real man, cocky and confident, with a big cock and…yeah…that was never going to be my reality. I had a weakness that ran deeper than even I could understand.

I tried to calm myself and collect my thoughts.

“Mister Rick and Miss Abbie…I am a maid now. It would be my honor to serve you in any way you wish.”

Rick crossed his arms, whistling softly. He turned to his wife, taking a bite of the brie.

“I mean, who am I to judge what they do? If that’s what he wants…I say we let him be a maid.”

Abbie was softening a little. Fuck she was so attractive. Her long dark hair rested around her bare shoulder as she turned back towards me.

“It’s weird.” She turned to Kate. “But you’ve been just glowing the past month, and now I know why. I’m just not sure about treating this poor boy so meanly, you know?”

“I know, I felt the same way Abbie” Kate said, taking her neighbor’s hand again. “But just wait. You’ll see how well it works. Here’s what I want…I want to go on a double date with you and Rick on Friday after work. You’ll get to know Vince even better, and maid will watch the kids and clean your house while we’re gone. What do you say?”

The neighbors turned to each other. Rick nodded. Abbie looked at me. “Okay, that does actually sound pretty good.”

–

“Slumber paaaarty!!!”

All four kids ran around in circles like crazed monsters as the neighbors and my wife and Vince pulled out of the driveway. The neighbors’ house was well suited to watching kids. I managed to corral them into the playroom and close the door. They would create a whirlwind of destruction, but I would leave that mess for last. I got to work, trying to think of which chores would provide the best evidence to impress Abbie. I decided to start a load of laundry after putting pizza in the oven to feed the kids in thirty minutes. I would fold it all neatly and try and find the correct drawers and closets to organize them in.

I paused, listening to the chaos happening in the kids room. Everyone seemed alive and happy, so I got to work on the laundry.

While waiting between loads for laundry to wash and dry, I scrubbed toilets and showers, mopped the floors, got the kids fed, washed the dishes, and got a good start on dusting the shelves and baseboards.

I convinced the kids finally to quiet down and lay in sleeping bags in the bedroom by offering a movie. Darcy, the neighbors’ oldest, sneered at me as I fiddled with the remote to get the movie started.

“Maddie says Vince makes you go to timeout in the corner when they watch movies.” She had just turned six, and always had a mean edge. These new revelations about me, as well as the fact I was wearing a dress, made that little abrasive nature far worse towards me.

“Well, miss Darcy…that is usually not what happens. There was just one time, when.…when…” I paused, the images of that night coming back in my mind…the embarrassment, the shame…the unbelievable sting as I was treated like a naughty child in front of my own kids.

My daughter Maddie piped up “It was like, such a long time…we watched the whole movie! And the maid just stood there and waited until Vince said she could move.”

I was never going to get used to my daughter calling me “maid” and “she”.

“Go stand in the corner maid!” Darcy proclaimed, with the zealous ridiculousness only a six year old can deliver. Her little evil side was enjoying itself a little too much.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not, why not?” The kids chimed together. It was turning into a game. This was insane. I wasn’t going to let the inmates run the prison.

“Mister Vince said I am supposed to do the laundry and…” oh god this sounded pathetic. I trailed off, realizing where this was leading.

“Call Vince. Call Vince!”

A new rallying cry was formed. I hushed them, or tried to. They wouldn’t stop, and I had no bargaining chips.

“Okay, okay, okay…” my relenting calmed them down. I was not going to call Vince though, not for something as trivial as this.

“Okay, I’ll stand in the corner. I’ll stand in the corner.” They were calming down a little.

“How long do I have to stand there?”

The kids looked at each other. They hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Whole movie! Just like when Vince put you in timeout!” My oldest daughter decided.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that…”

Maddie crossed her arms. “Fine…but I’m putting three X’s on your chart when we get home.”

I jumped to the corner. “No, no please. Here. No problem. I’m in the corner.”

I’ve never heard kids erupt in louder laughter. I blushed and weakly took my place.

“No more talking for you the rest of the night.” Maddie added victoriously, taking another cue from my previous punishments from Vince. There was nothing to say. I did a little bob curtsey thing in the corner without turning around, so she would know I had heard her.

–

Fortunately I heard snores less than an hour into the movie. I very cautiously turned, making sure every eye was closed. Relieved, I switched the TV over to a random Disney channel show and lowered the volume a little. If one of them woke up I could just tell them the movie had ended, but there was still the noise coming from the TV so hopefully no one would notice when the adults got back from their date.

I looked at the kitchen clock. Almost 10. They had been gone now for four hours! I was doing a scan of housework left to do when I heard the front door unlatch.

I wanted to hush them as they came in laughing and talking way too loudly, but I didn’t dare. I scurried to meet them, dusting off my dress and apron.

“Oh my gosh it looks amazing in here!” Abbie exclaimed sincerely. I was proud. Tired, but proud. The house really did look good.

She turned to Rick. “Maybe I need to get myself a Vince and turn you into a maid too!”

He playfully grabbed her and gave her thigh a little smack. “Afraid you’re out of luck there hon.”

I realized they must have been drinking at our house and walked down. Rick wasn’t usually that frisky in front of other people.

“Are the kids all asleep?” Kate asked. I nodded, a little proud of that fact as well.

“See Abbie, pretty good right? I get free babysitting, cleaning, all that boring stuff…and I get this guy for everything else.” Kate play punched at Vince’s chest. He smiled and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her small frame against himself. I groaned under my breath.

I could smell the scotch on Rick’s breath as he walked up to me, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

“Listen man, err…maid I guess. Just know I think it’s maybe a little weird and all, but gotta say you’ve sure made Kate happy. And listen I’m really sorry you’ve gotta, you know…I mean Vince told us about your little locked up situation. It’s gotta be tough.”

I blushed so red. “Umm…yes Sir…it can be…umm frustrating.”

“I can’t even imagine. Honestly, don’t really even understand how it’s possible!”

Vince was rubbing Kate’s shoulders as he spoke up. “Show them, maid.”

I cringed. “Yes Sir.”

I first reached under my dress to lower my panties, and then lifted my dress for them. I held it up high, spreading my legs slightly so they could examine how the ball entrapment worked if they were curious.

“Oh my god, you poor thing. That’s gotta be the fucking worst.” Rick sounded genuinely sorry for me.

But Abbie sounded genuinely sorry for Kate. “You had to fuck with that tiny thing all those years? Geez.” She whistled. “Could you even feel it? Looks like a tampon basically.”

It stung. Abbie was gorgeous. I had dreamt of ever getting to see her naked, or even in a swimsuit. Instead she was crouched in front of me, mocking my tiny locked manhood.

“It’s okay, Vince is helping me make up for it.” Kate said with a satisfied smile.

I was so humiliated, and ashamed now of how that humiliation was turning me on. My small penis started swelling in it’s cage.

“Oh Rick, look. It’s trying to get hard. Aww…that looks like it really hurts.” Abbie looked over at Vince. “What do you think…the maid has been so good tonight. Can we let it free?”

Vince shook his head. “Yeah, sorry…it has…hmm…I think about three more weeks?” He looked to Kate who had no idea and clearly didn’t care.

“Well, it’s a while. But…you might be able to still help it out. Maid often has something it needs before bedtime, even when it’s been good. I think you’ll be surprised to hear what it is.”

Abbie looked at me, waiting to hear what the surprise need was. I didn’t resist. It was the same feeling I felt so many nights, when pent up sexual energy had nowhere to go, and I needed a resolution to my night.

“Miss Abbie…please if you wouldn’t mind, could I be given a quick spanking before I go to my bed?”

It took a while for the laughter to die down. Abbie looked so genuinely amused and happy as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. She composed herself finally. “Okay…okay…you’re serious…”

I nodded, going to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon.

I handed it to her and bent over.

“Please Miss, if you could honor me with fifty hard smacks.”

She did her best, starting ridiculously light and harmless, and eventually causing minor discomfort. I thanked her, standing and taking the spoon back.

“Wait, wait…that was a good effort, Abbie..” Vince said with a tone that made it clear he was patronizing her. “But I know maid would appreciate a slightly more robust set of fifty.”

He pointed to Rick. “Give him the spoon, maid.”

I blushed and walked up to Rick. It felt so so awkward and bizarre. I gave him the spoon. He took it and smacked his own palm with it a couple times.

“You want a hard spanking?”

“Yes Sir.” I said softly.

And so my neighbor obliged me, bending me over and smacking the ass of his former equal over and over.

7

Unlocking day.

I had no idea what to expect. What I did know was that there had been plenty of time for Vince to think about how to make my precious little window of sissy penis freedom interesting. I had been unlocked many times for hygiene, but each of those times I had been closely supervised, locking myself back up and giving the key back to Vince immediately. But this was different. For the first time since he moved in, Vince had finally told me I earned a true release.

The kids were playing in the neighbors’ yard and wouldn’t be back for over an hour. I couldn’t stop trembling from excitement. Vince walked ominously behind me down the stairs and instructed me to open the door to my room.

There was Kate…completely naked, lying on my maid’s room bed on her back, with her legs spread. I thought I would lose my mind at the sight. She looked impossibly tantalizing, and impossibly delicious. I could already imagine how it would feel to bury my rock hard three inches into that sweet pussy. She smiled at me and winked, and my heart fluttered.

I started to make my move.

“Not so fast maid. You’ve earned a release, but not quite that easy of one.” Vince closed the door behind him and locked it. I really really really did not like him at all at that moment.

“You do get to cum, but only if you follow the rules. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

I was so entranced with the sight of my naked wife that I had failed to notice the crazy contraption laying on a towel on the floor. Either Vince or Kate had taken a large ice bag and drawn a feminine cartoon face at one end, with huge exaggerated eyelashes and big fat lips. At the other end a small slit had been cut, with little curly pubic hairs drawn above it.

“Maid, meet your new girlfriend” Vince said, his voice rolling with sadistic amusement. “Don’t worry, I know you can be intimidated by beautiful women, but Icy here is right at your level. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble seducing her.”

He chuckled, giving my ass a smack. “Don’t be shy sissy…go give her a kiss.”

I blushed, getting on all fours over the ice bag and lowering my head to kiss the ridiculous lips drawn on with red marker. Kate didn’t stifle her giggles. This was quality entertainment.

“Good sissy. See, isn’t she sweet?”

“Yes Sir” I said, my lips now cold and a little sticky.

Vince took a slightly more serious tone. “You have two options maid. The first is to put your little excuse of a penis into Kate. If you choose that option, you will have one extra month in chastity for every tiny thrust in her pussy.” He paused for a second. “I know these things are hard for your little sissy mind, but just to make sure you understand, can you tell me how long you will be in chastity if you push your penis into her six times?”

“Yes Sir, six months.”

“Very good.” He directed my attention to Icy, laying on the now damp towel as her contents slowly started to melt. “Your second option is to spend your unlocked time with your new girlfriend. You two can make passionate love for the next hour if you want, exploring each other’s bodies…” he stopped, turning sternly to me. “One hard rule with both options…your penis absolutely cannot touch anything other than your girlfriend’s pussy or your wife’s pussy. I’ll be watching. You try to rub against anything else and I will lock you back up immediately and spank your balls. Got it?”

I nodded weakly, whimpering as I started to understand my predicament. “Sir may I put my penis in both of them?”

He thought for a second. “No. Pick one.”

I whimpered again. It was a cruel choice. I tried to guess how many strokes it would take to cum in Kate’s pussy…could I do it in four…six…ten? It had been so long; surely it would take almost nothing for me to spurt my load. But what if I thrust three or four times and didn’t cum? I would have to go back into chastity with no relief, and then have to wait any extra bunch of months just for another chance.

Kate wasn’t helping. She pursed her lips playfully at me, her fingers tantalizingly dancing around her pussy lips.

“Come get it big boy.” She said seductively. “You know you want it.” I regretted those years of telling her I craved for her to be a heartless mean bitch to me. She was now just giving me what I had asked for, and enjoying it as well apparently. I dreamt of being on top of her, thrusting over and over, pumping my little load as deep as I could.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t risk the horrible predicament of being six strokes in and unable to cum. I looked down at Icy, noticing Vince had drawn cartoonish little breasts on her. I gulped, taking one last look at my beautiful naked wife before taking my position on the floor, hovering over my new girlfriend.

Kate laughed as I made the choice, and they both laughed hysterically as I started the awkward process of trying to penetrate the ice bag.

The “vagina” slit was small, but I had no problem getting the rock hard tip of my penis through the exterior of the bag. But once I was inside, my little rod was met with crunchy cold chunks of ice cubes clinging together in obstinate clusters. I probed and poked to try to find a soft enough spot to really be able to thrust, the harsh ice incredibly cold against my skin. I whimpered and groaned as they laughed, trying desperately to find anywhere in Icy’s pussy that I could feel anything other than the sting of cold hard blocks of ice.

Finally, thank God…a little seam between rocky ice clusters. I desperately thrust deep into the ice, my hips grinding against poor Icy. My wife and her lover erupted into a new shower of laughter as I started pumping, my ass bouncing up and down as I fucked the ice bag.

“Not much of a gentleman is he?!” Vince laughed, now sitting on the bed beside Kate. “Good thing Icy gives it up on the first date!”

Kate was laughing harder than she should have. I didn’t find it that particularly funny.

I felt my penis starting to soften from the extreme cold of being buried deep in the ice bag. I knew I needed to cum before it was too late.

I whimpered pathetically as I managed to spurt my little load into Icy, with my wife’s amused laughter ringing cruelly in my ears. It was an orgasm at least though. I did feel some semblance of relief, even through the intense shame and humiliation.

I immediately rolled off Icy and knelt at Vince’s feet.

“Thank you Sir for letting me cum.”

“Good maid.” He said with a chuckle. “Now, be a good sissy and clean up your girlfriend’s pussy.”

I nodded, getting down on all fours again, this time burying my face into my girlfriend’s pussy, licking up globs of sticky cum from between the blocks of ice.

“Aww…so sweet. What a good sissy.” My wife said as I swallowed my own cum.

8

Abbie’s back was arched as she knelt on all fours, her straight dark hair falling in drifts around her shoulders. Her elbows locked her arms straight with hands facing out, making her breasts jut forward eagerly. Her breasts were a little bigger than Kate’s, and her nipples darker. She was completely naked except for the leather collar around her neck.

In my years of being her neighbor I never could have dreamt that I would get to see her naked.

Beside her was my gorgeous wife, her blonde curls and perky tits a perfect fit for her eagerness as she knelt obediently in the same position as her friend. The were facing each other, with Rick holding the leash attached to Abbie’s collar, and Vince holding my wife’s.

“Maid, cuffs.”

I leapt to obey Vince’s orders. I didn’t care that I was only an obedient attendant in this situation. I was just thrilled to be allowed to witness.

I took the two sets of leather cuffs from the little arranged pile of toys I had organized beside me on the nightstand. Kate leaned back, resting upright on her knees and sitting on her feet as I came behind her. I gently clasped the cuffs as she put her wrists behind her back.

I did the same to Abbie, trying to stop trembling from excitement at the small touches on her forearm and wrists I was permitted as I put the cuffs in place. I quickly backed out of the way, desperate not to do anything that would get me dismissed from the room. I tucked myself beside the nightstand at the far end of the room again, kneeling and trying to be as inconspicuous and harmless as possible while my superiors played.

They made a painfully beautiful sight, my wife and her friend, leashed with their hands cuffed behind their backs, their chests pushed forward as they knelt. They playfully slid closer until their knees touched.

I couldn’t understand how Rick and Vince resisted the urge to whip out their cocks as they watched. Both were fully clothed, standing behind their respective women holding the leashes. My caged penis throbbed and ached and strained helplessly against the walls of it’s prison.

Kate leaned forward first, her back arching eagerly. Abbie followed her lead, bringing herself up and forward slowly. Their lips touched tentatively, only for a few seconds.

Both girls pulled back, smiling and looking each other in the eyes for a few moments before leaning back in again.

This time they closed their eyes, lips locking more deeply. Abbie was taller, with Kate having to reach up a little to tenderly kiss her wide lips. The playful smiles were gone. They earnestly made out, their tongues exploring.

I thought I was going to lose my mind. It was painfully beautiful.

I knew Kate wasn’t going to be satisfied with just making out, and she quickly proved me correct. Vince smiled as she pulled against the leash, pushing her breasts against Abbie’s and kissing her neck. Abbie leaned her head back, letting the adoring kisses devour her neck and shoulder.

Kate was now fully upright on her knees, and after a few moments Abbie let her completely take over, gently falling over to her side with my wife on top of her; one leg on either side of the taller woman, her pussy now slowly starting to grind against the side of Abbie’s hip. They intertwined, my wife’s legs wrapping around her prey, kissing it’s neck passionately as she moaned and thrust herself harder. Her hips pushed hypnotizingly up and down, forward and back as she pleasured herself on top of her neighbor.

Rick saw the limitations the cuffs created for his wife and reached down to firmly grab her arms and detach the wrist bindings. Abbie rolled over onto her back, wrapping her arms around Kate as the still-cuffed blonde happily mounted her and started kissing her lips.

My wife had one orgasm, and was ready to start grinding against Abbie again when Vince gave her leash a little tug and took her shoulder in his hand to pull her off the submissive brunette. Her cuffs were taken off, and Vince had her kneel on all fours, now facing her friend again. Abbie did the same, and they were again only connected by their lips. Vince and Rick both undid their pants, the former smacking Kate’s ass so she knew to arch her back for him to make her pussy best open to invasion from behind. She happily complied as she kissed Abbie, her butt bouncing as Vince mounted her.

I was more jealous than I could ever think of ways to describe. The girls passionately kissed as they were fucked by their men. My cock cage was so cruelly effective. I squeezed my thighs together as I knelt and dreamt of being someone who deserved to have a cock that fucked women instead of being locked away.

Both men held onto the collars as they fucked. My world became a hazy blend of intoxicated visual sexual overdose, the sharp pain from my pathetic and pinched penis, and a growing sense of helplessness as my mind kept reminding me that I was the only one who was going to go to bed that night without the satisfaction of orgasm.

They took their time, and I didn’t blame any of them, even though I knew I would never have been able to keep myself from spurting within seconds if I was in one of the men’s places.

Rick finished first, his face contorting as he shot what had to have been an incredibly satisfying load deep into his wife. Abbie moaned but continued making out with Kate. Finally it was Vince’s turn. It was only the fourth time I had ever gotten to see him fill my wife with his Alpha cum. It was beautiful. It stung.

I watched Vince like an obedient and well trained puppy as he unmounted my wife. I was rewarded with the hand gestures that meant I was allowed to clean my wife’s pussy if she wanted me to. I politely came up behind her as she slowly detached from her friend. She wiggled her ass at me and turned back to Abbie, smiling. I took it as a yes and eagerly crouched behind her. The cum was dripping from her pussy as I curled my tongue under her and got to work. It was warm and sticky. I swallowed, my nose squeezed against her ass as I strained to bury my tongue in her pussy.

“When is it my turn?” Abbie asked my wife.

9

I somehow found myself kneeling on the beige carpet, my sissy hormones raging as I very gently extended my tongue to touch the stretched lips between my neighbor Abbie’s spread legs for the very first time. She had watched with fascination as I obediently licked Vince’s cum from my wife, and clearly enjoyed the concept of having a clean up slave.

I was tentative, remembering how sensitive and almost ticklish Kate had been the first time I cleaned her pussy with my tongue. But Abbie had no such hesitations.

“Get your face in there maid.” She said half serious, half playful. She was clearly amused by a wimp so submissive that he would kneel and lick another man’s cum. “Don’t let any drip on the floor.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement to fully dive into my job. Rick’s cock wasn’t as big as Vince’s, but it had still stretched her out, and her pussy was a sloppy, gooey mess. I had not learned to like the taste of cum, but I was still grateful for the sissy privilege of swallowing my neighbors warm spunk.

“I want this every time.” Abbie said, grabbing the back of my head to help me bury my tongue as deeply as possible into her stretched pussy. “You sure there isn’t a maid hiding somewhere in you Rick?”

“Yeah, sorry hon, but I’m never going to lick another guy’s cum from your pussy.” Rick said with an edge of condescension. I couldn’t blame him.

Abbie didn’t sound too disappointed. “I’ll just have to borrow this sissy boy more often than to lick me clean.”

It was humiliating, but I also felt useful…almost proud.

My creampie dessert finished, she sat up. In the afterglow of a few orgasms, Abbie was in relaxed curious mode.

“Maid, show me your little lock thingy again.”

I leaned back, looking to Vince for approval. He nodded, mildly amused.

“Yes Miss Abbie.”

She wasn’t cautious at all. It was clicking with her that I was not her equal any more. She felt around the plastic of my cage, giving it a little tug.

She sat casually naked in a way that drove me completely crazy with lust as she toyed with me as she talked.

“Can I be honest with you? I know I should be all like to each his own and whatever…but this is…I mean, this is pretty pathetic honestly. First, I’m sorry, and I know it’s not your fault or anything, but how is your penis so small? Did it just stop growing when you were like four or something? It seems like a miracle to me that you were able to get Kate pregnant twice with something that tiny.”

“It took a lot of attempts. A whole lot…” Kay chimed in.

“And a whole lot of fake orgasms…” Abbie was running her finger along my balls now. I was blushing so red. “But that isn’t a problem any more, is it?”

“No Miss.” I said softly, shaking my head.

She looked up at Vince. “This big stud comes along, and just like that you can’t even touch your tiny thing.” She turned back to me, taking her hand off my insanely aroused genitals.

“How long until you get to cum again?”

“Umm…thirty four days Miss, unless I am naughty.”

Rick laughed out loud at that. “Oh my God…you can’t be serious. I would go so crazy. No way…”

All I could do was blush and lower my head as my neighbors laughed.

“Tell you what…since you aren’t going to get unlocked or whatever…do you want a spanking again? You said you needed that, right?” His tone had some pity in it now.

I had so much built up sexual tension. Spanking always helped me settle back down into my normal obedient sissy state.

“Yes please Sir, thank you Sir that’s very considerate.”

“Oh god you are such a loser.” Abbie said, done with me for the night.

But Rick didn’t mind at all. He almost seemed eager to beat my ass. I remembered vaguely a conversation a long time ago with Abbie where she said Rick always felt a little sense of competition with me, and he always felt behind. I guess that was a thing of the past now.

There was almost a kindness about Rick’s manner as he blistered my ass with a sandal. I whimpered and cried, and my little penis shrunk back down to a manageable state as he made sure my backside would burn all night. He knew it was for my good. When he decided I had taken enough of a beating he told me to kneel. I was surprised to see him take command in such a direct way.

“Thank you Sir for my beating.” I said, with tears running down my cheek.

“No problem sissy.” He towered over me, still holding the sandal that had just destroyed my ass cheeks. He was naked except for the grey socks on his feet. His cock was still partially erect and swung a few feet from my face.

“Please Sir…may I…” my voice cracked. I looked at a little patch on the floor.

“Yes maid…”

“Before I’m sent to bed Sir…may I …umm…”

“Go ahead little slut.” He stepped forward, his cock and balls commandingly over my face.

“Yes Sir thank you Sir…” I was able to say as his cock filled my sissy mouth. I was so horny, so eager to please. I took the now stiffening tip between my lips let it slide to the back of my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“Fuck yes.” I heard Abbie utter quietly. I caught the sight of her and Kate and Vince now relaxing on the bed, enjoying the show.

I couldn’t think about them. I focused on pleasing my former buddy, now my superior. With my own miniscule penis hopelessly locked for weeks yet to come, I knelt and gave the best blowjob I knew how to give.

As I swallowed my second load of my neighbors cum for the night, I couldn’t help but feel a blanket of sissy shame settle onto me. I felt so exposed, and used, and so willing and eager to be exposed and used. I thanked Rick, and then Vince and Kate and Abbie before making my way back to our house…was it still my house in any real sense?

My sissy brain was swimming as I tried to fall asleep, the taste of Rick’s cum on my tongue.

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Sleep doesn’t always come easy for horny little sissy maids.

I held the small curved, smooth plastic in my hand, running my finger absent-mindedly along it's business end. Before being demoted from husband to housemaid, I never would have guessed just how attached I would become to a little pink contraption. If Icy was my girlfriend, this little prostate massager was my boyfriend.

Before Vince moved in, I was accustomed to at least five or six orgasms a week, between occasionally making love with Kate and more often secretly masturbating in the shower. But now I had to go for weeks or even months (god it sucks) between orgasms, and even when I did get to cum it was rarely very satisfying.

Instead I would spend all day going about my work, my arousal in a constant ebb and flow of excitement followed by frustration, and then defeated helplessness. After a full day of that, it was especially difficult trying to go to sleep.

But that's where my boyfriend came in.

I took the bottle of lube that now lived in the top drawer of my makeshift nightstand and gave a little squeeze onto the tip of the massager. I had become efficient at getting the perfect amount onto the little wand, and avoiding getting lube all over my hands and elsewhere. I had a few positions that worked, but my favorite was on all fours on the bed.

I pulled my panties down to my ankles and got into position, my knees spread a little on the purple and white polka dot comforter spread neatly across the bed. A paper towel waited neatly directly under my caged little penis. As the tip of the wand entered my sissy pussy I closed my eyes, the invading feeling now completely natural to me. It occurred to me that I was starting to forget what it felt like to have my penis inside a woman's pussy, but I was getting to know the feeling of having something penetrate my ass really well.

As the tip found it's favorite spot, a little moan escaped my lips involuntarily. I started rocking it back and forth gently, like a tentative lover. My mind searched for what would be the most arousing thought at that moment. I thought through my day, a mostly bland series of office meetings followed by domestic chores. But there it was, the vision of my coworker Sarah…a little nerdy in the meeting with her slight overbite and wide framed glasses, but utterly adorable. As I envisioned her I thought about those long, light brown curls, barely controlled. I wanted to get lost in them.

I moaned louder as I imagined her naked, wondering what she would be like in bed. The tip of the massager up my ass was doing it's work...little drops of cum started forming at the tip of my semi erect dicklet being tortured by it's harsh little prison.

As I imagined Sarah getting on all fours, completely naked, my little sissygasm started in earnest, with little globs of cum oozing out.

As I felt the internal little pulses of my prostate milking my mind shifted sharply to the reality of what Sarah would think if she saw me now; a weak housemaid sticking something up her own ass just to ooze a little bit of cum. I would never get to fuck Sarah. I might never get to fuck anyone. I couldn't even touch myself without another man's permission. I was such a loser.

I whimpered weakly and cried a few sissy tears as my locked penis dribbled weakly onto the paper towel.

10

Damn it.

I jumped to flip open the waffle iron, but I knew it was too late. I tried peeling the charred batter bits out of the grooves, managing to spray little black flecks onto my apron and maid dress. I looked at the bowl of batter, which was now down to just a few scrapes on the bottom. With a growing sense of panic I ran to the fridge, where my fear that we were out of eggs and milk to make more batter were confirmed.

Fucking hell. 

The previous night had been rougher than usual. Kate and the girls had discovered a new use for me in the evenings. It was no longer enough for me to make them anything their heart desired; now I was also a human coffee table of sorts. So there I had knelt, facing the couch, a big bowl of popcorn in one hand, and melted brie with gluten free crackers in the other. I had to kneel low enough that I was out of the way to see the TV, but hold the snacks high enough that my wife and two daughters could snack easily without having to reach very far. It was one of the most mindless and dehumanizing tasks I had to adjust to performing.

Maybe the worst part was having to face directly at my family as they relaxed together with Vince. I was in close proximity to Kate's soft touches on his strong arm. I could see Maddie and Mary giggling and jumping to whisper their exciting kid secrets into Vince's ear. And I could see in clear focus just how little they thought about my presence except when the snack bowl and platter were not being positioned to their liking.

I had a hard time falling asleep that night, trying not to let myself fall into another pity party downward spiral.

And now here I was, making breakfast, going on far too little sleep. Mary had her waffle with blueberries and syrup, Vince and my wife both had their herb omelettes, and Maddie was expecting her waffle with butter. 

I needed to play this smoothly. The last thing I needed at that moment was for my daughter to call me out and cause my day to get much much worse.

I quickly slid across the wood floor to stand a few feet to the side of my first grade daughter.

I cleared my throat lightly. "Excuse me Miss Maddie."

She looked up from her drawing, expecting a fluffy waffle. There was an awkward moment as she looked at my empty hands, trying to figure out why I was talking to her.

"I, umm… I'm very sorry Miss, but I don't have enough ingredients to make another waffle. Could I get you some delicious oatmeal with brown sugar?"

Vince looked over at me now too. I was becoming the center of attention, and that was never a good thing. 

"What happened to her waffle? You promised her that last night?"

I turned my body to respectfully address Vince. "Yes Sir, I umm… unfortunately there was an accident...and I…umm I burned it Sir." I immediately turned to also respectfully curtsy an apology to my daughter, who seemed unimpressed by my very courteous and respectful demeanor.

"Make another one." Is all she said, going back to her drawing.

I hesitated a moment, but there was nothing else to be done. "I'm so very very sorry Miss Maddie, but I don't have the ingredients to make another one. Could I interest you in a piece of toast, or maybe…"

Maddie listened to me for a moment and then dismissively turned to Vince. "The maid was naughty." She turned to me and said "naughty, bad maid" as if speaking to a small child before turning back to Vince for direction.

He was amused, watching me now petrified and at the mercy of my daughter.

"It's up to you Maddie. Looks like you won't be getting what you wanted for breakfast this morning." He took a bite of his omelette before continuing. "You can punish the maid if you want, or just let it get back to it's work."

Maddie sized me up as I stood helpless in front of her, fidgeting with my apron.

"Two X's on your chart."

I whimpered but didn't protest. Just like that, two extra weeks locked up. She had no idea what the X's meant; just that I really didn't like them. I went to the far right drawer in the kitchen cabinets and got a marker, going to the fridge to slowly draw two big ominous X's on the crude little graph that just said "maid punishment" at the top. I groaned as I put the pen back in the drawer neatly and went back to my daughter to thank her for my correction.

"You're welcome maid."

It was spoken so confidently and nonchalantly. She told me to make her a grilled cheese.

"Two X's, that's quite a bit for one waffle." Vince said to her playfully. She smiled, a little beam of pride on her face. 

"Maids have to learn their lessons, right?" She asked him.

He grinned, reaching to pick her up and set her on his lap. "Absolutely little lady. If you don't keep them motivated they get lazy, and sometimes even mean. I'm proud of how good of a job you do with the maid."

She smiled happily, even more proud now. She rested her head on his chest and tickled his arm as I started working on the grilled cheese.

“Vince, how else do maids get corrected?” my daughter asked innocently.

Vince chuckled. “Well...there can be a lot of ways sweetie. The chart is probably the best way for you to make sure it stays in line. But sometimes things like taking away allowances or corner time or even spankings can work really well.”

My daughter’s eyes widened. “Can I give the maid a spanking?”

“Hmm...I don’t know…” Vince seemed to be weighing what would be appropriate. I turned from the stove, looking him in the eyes. Please no...not like this...

11

“I’m sorry Maddie, but I don’t think you can correct the maid in that way; at least not yet.”

Vince still had my daughter on his lap. She looked a little disappointed. Relieved, I turned back to finish making her replacement breakfast.

Vince took another bite of the herb omelette. “I’ll tell you what though…you just let me know when you think the maid needs a spanking and I’ll take care of it, okay?”

She gave a goofy little smile, and her posture immediately projected her newly discovered power.

“I want the maid to be spanked now…for messing up my breakfast.” She wasn’t even looking at me; her eyes were fixed on Vince, hoping for his approval.

“Are you sure? You already gave it two X’s on the chart, and you know how much the maid hates those X’s.”

“Why does maid hate them so much?”

“Well, that’s a little hard to explain sweetie.” Vince adjusted his leg to better support Maddie’s small frame. “But here…lets just give the maid a small spanking, what do you think? Spankings are never really a bad thing for maids… isn’t that right?” He spoke up, clearly directing the question at me. I turned to face them both.

“Yes Sir.”

Vince grinned, enjoying this little conversation. “Yes to what exactly, maid? Go ahead and explain it to Maddie.”

“I…I don’t think Sir that…”

A sharp tilt of Vince’s head was all it took to snap me back into perfect obedience.

“Y…yes Sir…umm…So, Miss…umm Miss Maddie, I sometimes, or…I think fairly often Miss, maids…or…me…I umm…it helps maids like me when Vince gives me spankings. Because we, or…I…because I don’t want to be a lazy or naughty maid, and when Vince corrects me by bending me over it helps me remember to be a really good maid.”

My daughter just stared at me, her still nestled in Vince’s arms, as I explained to her why I needed Vince to spank me regularly. I blushed, almost crying as I stammered awkwardly, my eyes watery and my vision blurry.

Vince smiled, looking down at my daughter and tussling her light brown hair and little.

“So what do you think? Still want me to give the maid a quick spanking?”

Maddie beamed and nodded with conventional child enthusiasm.

Vince laughed. “Ruthless! I love it. All right maid, you heard her. Go get the paddle. I think that will work best for these kinds of situations.”

I bobbed my head obediently, my being consumed with humiliated horror. I ran to the basement, wiping my eyes, and going to my room, where the dreaded paddle hung on the wall beside the door. The smooth wood felt cold in my hand as I clutched it and slowly walked back up the stairs with a pit in my stomach.

As I reentered the room, Vince dutifully stood, hoisting Maddie into the air and plopping her down on another chair.

“There you go kiddo. Eat your breakfast while I take care of the maid, okay?”

She nodded a little too adoringly and took a big chomp from her sandwich.

“Okay…lets see…right over there. Stand by the oven and face away from it.” Vince spoke confidently as I handed him the paddle. I was in a daze now, but as I stood facing them both, I felt a surge of clarity.

“Please Sir, I know I am just a maid, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to…you know, with the kids and everything…”

Vince moved towards me and I immediately cowered, not pulling away, but bringing my weakening knees together and lowering my gaze.

“Call me old fashioned, but corporal punishment has been around for centuries…with kids present…or often being the ones getting their backsides smacked. So don’t go giving me any ‘inappropriate’ backtalk. Don’t you worry your little sissy brain. Maddie is a princess in my castle, and keeping the servant in line is part of her job now.”

The proud happiness and eagerness on Maddie’s face hurt more than anything. Vince continued talking as he took his place behind me, but I was falling back into the overwhelming humiliation haze.

“Hey.” Vince snapped his fingers. I jumped, making Maddie giggle.

“Yes Sir sorry Sir.” I babbled.

“Better. Okay, now bend over the island.”

There was a kitchen island stationed a few feet from the oven in the center of the small space. I winced as it sunk in fully that this was going to happen, lowering my torso onto the smooth wood surface.

Vince had always spanked my bare ass before, but now he only lifted the back of my dress, leaving my lace panties in place. I was spared that one small dignity, although with my daughter in front of me rather than behind she probably couldn’t have seen either way.

“Face up, sissy.” Vince said quietly but firmly. “You’re going to look directly at Maddie and thank her for each spank.”

God no…

“Yes Sir…”

I gripped the sides of the wooden island and looked at my daughter. It was unbearable.

“Now Maddie…have you ever been spanked?” Vince asked.

She nodded. “Yes, the maid used to spank me.” I remembered taking her over my knee. My world was so upside down now.

“So you know that crying is normal when someone is being spanked, right?”

She nodded again.

“Okay good. I didn’t want you to be too alarmed. If the maid cries it just means we’re doing a good job giving it what it needs.”

“Yes, I understand.” Maddie said. “You can make the maid cry now.”

SHHWACKK!!

The sound echoed around the house with a startling crack, and I was reminded in a sudden extremely painful moment of just how stupid I had ever been for fantasizing about being punished. The panties did almost nothing to blunt the sting, and I cried out weakly as the breath was sucked out of my lungs. I winced as I collected myself, remembering why the second blow hadn’t come yet.

I looked my daughter in the eyes.

“Thank you Miss Maddie.”

I felt a shame that words cannot express as Vince punished me; I obediently held my position, looking at Maddie even as my eyes inevitably welled up and I gave in to my customary sissy spanking tears.

I was naive to expect pity from her. She believed Vince when he said this was for my good. She had believed me when I said I needed it. I couldn’t blame her for looking pleased with herself as she told Vince to give me another ten.

All I could do was whimper another “Thank you Miss Maddie.”

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A well made paddle represents it's own beautiful art form: evenly spaced holes allow air to pass through, translating to greater force of impact with less effort on the part of the disciplinarian; the width enough to create a wide swath of searing pain, but narrow enough to allow targeting of specific areas of the buttocks; the thickness optimized to allow the largest number of stinging blows without prematurely causing bruising.

But it was hard to appreciate that kind of nuance as I focused instead on managing to get out "thank you Miss Maddie" between blows quickly enough to avoid disrupting Vince's rhythm. My vision blurred from the now consistent flow of tears forming in my eyes and starting to form little trails down my cheeks. I could still see the coy expression on my daughter's face though as she oversaw my discipline. I realized inside every person there must be a tyrant. Mine would likely never be seen at this rate though. 

I wanted to show some small defiance - to show Vince and her that even though I was put in this horrible position, I still had some small power. I clenched my molars, scrunching my face in determination. I was going to take my punishment like a machine; stoicly and without emotion. No more tears. There was a slight pause as Vince noticed my posture change.

THWAAACKKKK!!

Gone. All of it. My defiance had lasted between three and four seconds. I sobbed, my body wriggling pathetically from the harder blow, and thanked my daughter between pathetic whimpers. Seven more to go, and all I could do was hold my ass in position and take them. 

THWAAAAKK!

I bounce in helpless agony as I take another shot of the horrible paddle. My dress slips a little bit, and Vince pauses briefly to lift it back up and out of the way.

SHHHWWAACK!

The whistle of paddle through the air is the only sound for a split second, followed by my pathetic whimpers and thank you.

Five more to go. I can do this.

SMAAACKKK!!

Vince finds the tender part of my lower ass successfully. I hate how good he is at punishing me, but I have to admire it even as I sob from it's effects.

THHWAAACK!

THWAAACCXKKK!

It's a good one. I howl. Vince chuckles at my pathetic situation. My daughter gives me a disapproving look.

"Not so loud, maid." She says with irritation in her voice.

"Yes Miss Maddie, sorry Miss Maddie, thank you Miss Maddie." I sob softly. Hearing myself say those words in that context was a new low. I didn't have time to dwell on it.

SHWAAAACKCK

SCHHWAAAAAKKK

I just stood there, elbows resting on the kitchen island, softly sobbing, wondering if I would ever recover, as Vince flipped my dress back down.

"Okay, back to your work maid."

I couldn't stop trembling, my whole body in a state of quiet shock. 

But Vince and Maddie had suffered no trauma. They both went back to their breakfast. Vince tickled her arm and she giggled, looking adoringly at the clear Alpha of the house.

12

The house was so quiet. It had only been three hours since dropping off the kids at their grandparents’ house, and already it felt strange. Vince and Kate were out somewhere. Kate was so cavalier now about her new lifestyle. I felt like I rarely knew what was coming or what she was doing. It was just assumed, mostly wordlessly, that I would be quietly going about making her life easy and as work free as possible while she enjoyed her newfound leisure time. I resented it, and then felt ashamed for resenting it.

I picked up a stray yellow kids sock from the floor. Dirty or clean? Fuck, that reminded me, Vince wanted his shirts pressed. I needed to find the iron. Did we even have one? That would have to wait until after mopping the hardwood floors. Kate said that had to be done soon. Everything always had to be done soon. Oh shit, totally forgot about cleaning out the fridge to get ready for Thanksgiving.

Whew.

Deep breath.

It always felt overwhelming, but I could do this. I had to do this. I reached my hand to my backside. Even through the dress I could feel the ridges of the welts Vince had given me the night before. I couldn’t repeat that tonight. There was no way in hell I was going to repeat that tonight. I found a new spring in my step as I threw the yellow sock into the dirty laundry basket and went to find the hardwood floor polish.

I was just finishing up with the living room when I heard the door at the other end of the house swing open. They were back. It was okay though. I would take their jackets and get right back to work. Hopefully they wouldn’t add to my list of chores.

I scampered to get to them in time to catch their fall jackets as they closed the door behind them. The crisp air snuck under my dress. I still couldn’t get used to that feeling.

As usual they were almost completely oblivious to me as I took their jackets and hung them up.

“It’s so quiet in here!” Kate exclaimed. “I love the girls, but this is going to be so fun having the house just for me and you.” She looped her scarf playfully around Vince’s wide neck and pulled herself up to him. “You bad bad man…” she bubbled with a mischievous smile. “We are going to have so much fun with all that new stuff.”

She lifted her lips to his. It started playful but quickly became sensual. It always made me feel so weak watching how he controlled her, his strong hands on her hips…her back arching as she impulsively thrust herself onto his frame. She deserved to feel what it was like having a strong man, but it was still hard not to feel twinges of jealousy seeing how she adored him. I hung up the jackets and meekly stood with eyes lowered at the other end of the room. I stared at a dark brown grain pattern in the hardwood floor and listened to them making out. I needed to be available but also respectful of their privacy.

Sloppy kisses, ass smacks, soft little female moans and coos…they were sounds I had gotten used to interpreting.

“Hey…why don’t we get maid to set up the new toys for us?” Kate said, taking a pause.

“Good call” Vince answered, a little dominant aggression coloring his agreeableness.

They didn’t have to give me a verbal command. I immediately jumped to go out to the car. I didn’t know what exactly what they were talking about, but I had at least some idea.

I knew the name on the bag. We only had one adult store in town…one that Kate had never agreed to go into with me. I wondered if Vince had to do any convincing. Probably not. She seemed to crave catering to his every whim.

I didn’t search through it, preferring to scurry inside to minimize my time wearing a dress in front of the neighbors.

Kate separated herself from Vince playfully as I walked back into the kitchen carrying the large paper bag.

“You stay out here” she said to Vince seductively as she took my hand. “We’re going to be in the bedroom getting ready for you.”

My hand tingled at her touch, reminding me of when we had started dating. But it couldn’t have been more different. Now it was the grasp of a confident women directing her obedient servant. In the moment though I didn’t care. I happily bobbed along behind her, carrying the goodie bag.

We sat on the bed as I pulled the individual items out.

“I don’t even know how this is supposed to work.” She said, lifting a spreader cuff set and dangling it like a fish she had just caught.

I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“You’re going to help me…I want to be Vince’s whore.”

It was kind of jarring hearing the tone of her voice as she undressed. I didn’t want to stare, so I pulled the last few things out of the bag.

“Oh, that…” she undid her bra as she talked. “Vince got that for you. I guess it’s supposed to be practice for you? Getting used to…you know…having a cock in your mouth.”

I examined the gag. A very erect and realistic dildo jutted confidently inward.

“You seem to be a pretty talented little cocksucker. Makes up for your shortcomings I guess.” She wasn’t making a joke. “You can try out your new toy in a little bit, but first get me ready for Vince.”

I was happy to wait a long time to have that evil thing jammed down my throat and locked in place.

She was pulling up the red thigh high stockings now, and trying to figure out how the clasps attached to the lacy fabric at her waist. There were no panties associated with this outfit it appeared. They wouldn’t have stayed on long anyway.

“Don’t just stand there gawking, help me here!”

I realized I had been staring, affixed by seeing her in the kind of lingerie I had begged her to wear for our entire marriage without success. I muttered an apology and took the little clasp. She raised her hands to let down her hair as her servant took care of her outfit.

“Go find some heels” she commanded when I was finished. It took a while, but after finding a pair of beige heels and getting her matching lace bra in place along with the new red leather collar she was an image of stunning sexuality. My tiny penis ached longingly in it’s prison.

She enjoyed the expression on my face, writhing her hips seductively. “You wish you were him, don’t you…”

“Yes Miss.” I whispered breathlessly.

“Poor thing.” She sounded sincere. “You want your little penis in me again so bad, don’t you? You want to be confident, a strong man, taking what you want when you want it.”

She got on the bed, positioning herself on all fours, looking me straight in the eyes. “Then do it. Right now. Go out there in the kitchen and tell Vince you are taking your life and your wife back. Stand up to him and this pussy can be yours again.”

I just stood there, frozen.

“Here’s your two choices - either go stand up to him, or if you don’t have the balls to do that than come tie me so the real man can enjoy making me his bitch.”

I stood there whimpering indecisively for a few moments before stepping towards the bed and beginning the process of strapping her down with the cuffs.

“That’s what I thought” she said, the condescending tone coming comfortably back to her sultry voice.

13

It was so sensual strapping Kate into place - somehow even more so than when I licked Vince’s cum from her stretched pussy. Or maybe I had just gotten too accustomed to that act.

The collar was wide - almost excessively so. She lifted her blonde hair to give me access to clasp it firmly in place.

I picked up the ankle and wrist cuffs from the bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re going to be really uncomfortable…you were never into this kind of thing when we tried it.”

She held out her wrists so I could start attaching the cuffs.

“That was before I had a man.”

Ouch. I deserved that.

“Yes Miss.”

The cuffs were leather, maybe fake leather, and had a thin softer interior lining. There were no padlocks, but that wouldn’t matter once everything was in place. I knelt and wrapped the matching cuffs around her ankles before guiding her onto the bed again.

She was a sight to behold, her wrists now attached to her ankles by short chains, forcing her ass into the air and her face into the soft surface of the bed. Her lingerie beamed class, but the position screamed helpless whore fucktoy. I groaned, wishing I had the backbone to stand up to Vince and be the one who would take advantage of her tonight. My locked penis was in a state of semi arousal that wouldn’t subside. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to get any action tonight.

“Good maid. Vince is going to love this. Maybe he’ll let you watch.” Kay said, her breath a little short. “Now put your new toy on and go get Vince.”

I found the penis gag again and rinsed it off in the sink. The fresh rubber taste made me gag a little as I slid it into my mouth. It was a little too long for comfort, but not horribly so.

“Look at you, such a natural with a dick in your mouth.” My wife chimed sweetly but condescendingly from her helpless position on the bed.

I blushed and wrapped the strap around the back of my head.

“The bottom of the bag.” Kate directed as I got it clasped. “There’s a little lock for it I think.”

I brushed around in the bag, my fingers finally finding the little brass combination lock. It didn’t have the packaging any more. I would have asked why if I could have. She didn’t feel like waiting for me to figure it out.

“Go give it to Vince and he’ll help you, you weak little slut. I don’t want to get all cramped up here waiting for your slow ass.”

I didn’t have to be told twice, quickly exiting the room. Vince was on his laptop in the kitchen, down to his jeans without a shirt already. I very timidly lowered my head as I approached and held out the combination lock on opened palm for him.

He looked up. “I take it you girls are ready for me.”

I nodded as he took the lock and stood up. I didn’t dare move as he walked behind me and roughly grabbed my gag strap. I felt it pass through the holes in my strap and heard the little metallic click as it was locked in place. I ran my tongue along the bottom of the phallus now locked in my mouth and bobbed a little thank you curtsy. He laughed and smacked my ass.

“Come watch me use your wife. Don’t think you’ll be making too much noise.”

I curtsied again and meekly followed him to the bedroom.

There wasn’t a reason to close the door this time, so I just went to the far corner of the room and knelt where I would be well out of the way.

Vince didn’t waste any time. He stood beside the bed, roughly taking up the leash and giving a firm tug to test it out. Kate let out a surprised little whimper.

There were more whimpers and moans as Vince started slapping her ass with his right hand while his left hand held the leash taut. She starts moaning like a true little bitch as his fingers groped her pussy.

“Beg me to use you, slut” he said as his strong fingers pushed into her. She arched her back and groaned.

“Fuck me, use me Vince, make me your bitch!” She was clearly turned on by a scene she had never even allowed me to try before Vince was in our lives.

He pulled his finger out and used his flattened hand to give her moist pussy a few smacks. She cried, and it was surprisingly hard to listen to.

“You’ll have to earn it if you want my cock in your pussy.” He said demeaningly.

“Yes daddy thank you Daddy” she said earnestly as he grasped her shoulders and rotated her so her face was at the edge of the bed.

“Tell me how much you want my cock to fuck your pretty little face.”

“Please Daddy please fuck my face! Yes please fuck my throat ha….”

She was cut off by Vince aggressively grabbing her head and slamming her face down on the length of his thick hard cock. She gurgled and gagged and moaned as her whole body convulsed.

He grabbed her blonde hair and whipped her head back up. She took a deep breath before begging him to keep fucking her face. Her mascara started to run as she begged to be used harshly. I dreamt of what it would feel like to have a beautiful woman begging me to slam my cock deep into her adoring mouth.

The last words out of her mouth were “I’m just a fucktoy…” before he did as she asked and buried his huge cock in her mouth again. This time he thrust over and over into her waiting mouth, forcing her to catch tiny breaths between each deep thrust. He lowered himself by spreading his legs slightly, causing his balls to slap against my wife’s petite chin at the end of each thrust.

I could almost feel it as he used her, and I felt a knot in my stomach as he finally decided she’d had enough and pulled her head back. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as she sobbed and genuinely thanked him over and over. I found tears forming in my own eyes.

His mannerisms went from harsh to a strong kindness. He took her cheek in his palm, and she adoringly reached to take a finger between her lips and worship it. It was a side of my wife I had never seen as her torso slowly stopped it’s rhythmic pulsations brought on by light sobs.

“Good girl” he said, stroking her hair. His cock was still intimidatingly hard and enormous as he got on the bed behind her. Kate moaned and begged as he teased her dripping pussy with the tip of his rod.

He took just the very tip and pushed it in and out a couple times.

“Look, I’m fucking you like your husband used to!”

I winced, biting down on the rubber cock in my mouth as he mocked me.

“No, the head of your cock is too big.” My wife added. “You would need to just use the end of your pinky to do a good impression.”

Vince laughed. “That’s right.” He grabbed her ass cheeks and plunged his cock in to the hilt, eliciting a huge gasp from my bound wife.

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Cum slowly oozed from Kate's stretched and used pussy as she knelt on the bed, her wrists still bound to her ankles. Her ass was glowing red from repeated smacks from Vince's broad palms as he had roughly fucked her from behind, and her delicate lingerie had been ripped in several places. She was still moaning softly. In all of her moaning and screaming and repeated use of the words "daddy" and "master" I had not been able to keep track of how many times she had rocketed into orgasm. Being used like this almost seemed to have put her into a constant state of delirious, orgasmic submission. Now she was spent, breathing heavily, her eyes closed happily. She didn't ask to be unlocked, just accepting her awkward bent over position.

As usual I had not moved the entire time my wife was being used. I was accustomed to the dull ache in my legs from kneeling for extended periods of time. My penis ached in it's cage, but that was a feeling I was well acquainted with as well.

Vince had a satisfied and confident expression as he stepped off the bed, taking my wife's ass cheek in his hand and giving a squeeze of ownership. It still hurt seeing her so fully his now. Would I ever get used to this? He turned to my direction, almost like he had forgotten I was there. 

"Still enjoying that cock?" 

I couldn't form any kind of words with the dildo locked between my lips so I just nodded. It wasn't true at all. My jaw was sore, and it was annoying having to constantly suppress my gag reflex. 

"Good girl. Come put your sissy face under your wife; she's making a mess over here."

I instinctively said yes Sir, which just came out as an awkward gurgle through the gag. Vince laughed as I crawled to position my head under Kate's dripping pussy. My assumption that he would unlock my gag was unfounded. 

"I'm going to take a shower. You just stay there and make sure to catch all that cum with your face. When I come back you'd better have my cum all over your little sissy face and none on the bed or the rest of your body. Don't want to have to whip you again but you know I will if I need to."

I nodded forcefully and positioned myself under my wife as best I could. I was rewarded almost immediately with a glob of sticky cum directly onto the bridge of my nose. It started immediately to ooze into my left eye. I cringed, reaching to try and minimize the sting.

"No."

I froze, understanding. My hand went back obediently to my side as the Vince's cum invaded my eye. He laughed and went into the bathroom to take his shower. I heard the water begin to warm as I slid further under my wife so the cum would drip onto my cheeks and the gag instead of my eyes and nose.

The metallic rattle of shower curtain rings against curtain rod echoed from the adjoining room. Vince was enjoying his shower while I experienced a different kind of shower.

"He's amazing." My wife cooed softly, almost intimately. "I could have lived my entire life with just you…an obedient, cocksucking, weak…" she ran out of words, exasperated. "Thank God...thank God…" 

She wiggled and managed to push another glob of the warm goo from her pussy to drop down onto my waiting sissy face. 

"Honestly I don't even like thinking about it. Just thank God I have Vince…those big hands, that amazing cock…the way he just takes what he wants…oh my God, I can't even…"

I just whimpered as I felt Vince's cum drying on my face.

14

Sure, the invitations Kate sent out did say “ridiculous costume party”, but I was pretty confident my outfit would in no way fit in with the rest of the party goers attire. I leveled the Garland over the left side of the window to make it symmetrical, my silly little Christmas elf dress lifting easily high enough to reveal the green tights covering my sissy ass as I stretched my arm high to reach the bushy decoration. The red dress ended with a snowy white plush band, and the green stockings reached all the way from my toes to my waist. I kept tripping over the curled tips of the green felt elf shoes, thankful I could cuss under my breath with the kids still with their grandparents.

It was going to be a fairly small party, with none of Kate’s more conservative friends invited. Only one of my co-workers was coming with his wife thankfully, and the couple from church seemed really open minded. Still, there was a pit in my stomach as I went back to the kitchen and stirred the spiced cider bubbling slowly on the stove.

“Mmm…that smells amazing!” Kate said, bouncing happily into the room. She and Vince had matching Christmas sweaters with exaggerated illustrations of Santa Claus with his reindeer. Vince wore his with jeans. My wife wore hers with shorts too small to reach below the end of the sweater, revealing her bare legs all the way down to a pair of white sneakers worn without socks. She stood over the cauldron of cider and breathed in the steam.

“Good job maid, this is going to be a hit.” She looked at my dress, which Vince had picked out for me.

“I think that dress is going to be a hit too!”

I blushed. I knew I looked ridiculous.

The doorbell rang. It was too late now, a fresh set of people were going to become familiar with my new lot in life.

It was Kate’s friend Kristen, a dirty blonde with a long nose who always had a look of mischief about her.

“Damn girl…look at those legs.” She remarked as she came in, checking out Kate’s revealing look. Kristen looked pretty good herself, with a tight dress hugging her form and a fluffy scarf around her neck.

When she looked towards me it took her a few seconds to recognize me.

“Oh my god.”

Yeah, about right. There was no escaping it. I stepped towards her.

“Could I take your jacket for you Miss Kristen?” I said very politely, trying to sound normal.

“Oh my god.” She said again, softer, this time turning to Kate. “Is he a…”

Just then Vince came out of the bedroom with a confident stride. As Kristen watched in stunned silence he put his right arm around my wife with smiling possessiveness. Kate smiled and bit her lip.

“Kristen, I’d like you to meet Vince.”

The poor girl looked totally confused. If Kate and I weren’t together somehow, why on earth would I still be there? She slowly took off her jacket, looking at each of us in turn.

Kate reached her hand to wrap it around Vince’s bicep.

“Vince has moved in with us.” She looked up playfully at him, then turning towards me.

“And our cute little elf here has been demoted a tiny bit…from husband to housemaid.”

Kristen’s mouth hung open in disbelief, but I could see the hint of mischief return to her eyes as she turned to me.

“Are you okay with this?”

Hesitation would have held consequences for sure.

“Yes Miss Kristen it is an honor to be allowed to serve Miss Kate and Master Vince.”

“Master…sounds a little Pride & Prejudice to me.”

“Yes Miss.” I reached to take her jacket.

This interaction played itself out with minor variations over and over as the guests arrived. I had the excuse of keeping up with serving food and drinks to help me escape the awkward situations more quickly as the party got going, but the looks people gave me as Kate repeated over and over the phrase “demoted from husband to housemaid” were excruciatingly hard to watch. I could watch the moment the switches flipped in their minds as they stopped viewing me as a normal peer and began their new perspective of me as an unfortunate loser.

But the music thumped, the drinks flowed, and people seemed to be having a great time. I slid around the wood floors on my silly elf shoes, dress bouncing against my tights. Kate was so happy, dancing and laughing with her friends.

Vince was four beers in when he gave me a grin that chilled my soul and told me to pause the music.

The room fell quiet as the loud music suddenly died. Vince stepped forward into a little clearing in the center of the room, tapping a fork against his bottle of beer. He cleared his throat.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight!” He waved his arm generously. A few happy and somewhat drunk woohoos echoed around the open room as he continued.

“I know I’m just meeting some of you tonight for the first time, and it’s probably a bit of a surprise to see me and Kate together.” He paused to let the ideas settle in a little.

“But the truth is, Kate is an amazing woman, as I’m sure you all know.”

More woohoos, and a few of Kate’s friends reached to give her warm squeezes.

“But you might not have known just how unlucky she got in the marriage department. Definitely drew the short straw.”

The room took on a different tone completely, with a return to the shock from earlier. Now there was a lot of alcohol in people’s veins though, and they had spent the past few hours watching me flit around like a silly Christmas fairy. I could tell some of the stares now affixed on me were turning from mild pity to amused condescension.

“Maid, take a break from your work. It’s time for a little bit of show and tell.”

I set down the tray of jalapeno poppers, terror gripping my lungs.

“Good girl. Come over and stand where everyone can see you.”

I could hear some hushed gasps as he talked to me in an utterly commanding tone, but there were a few giggles mixed in there now as well. All eyes were fixed on me as I obediently made my way over. This was quality entertainment.

Vince stepped to the side, leaving me alone in a little clearing. I saw Kate make her way to his side, and others noticed too.

“Okay sissy, tell everyone why you’re a maid now instead of a husband.”

I blushed beet red, my whole body trembling as all these people I had known for years waited for me to answer. I stammered, awkwardly croaking as I tried to say something cohesive.

“I…err…yes Sir…umm…I was a…I was kind of a weak husband, and Kate…”

This was hurting now. It wasn’t just humiliating.

“Kate…deserves better than me.”

I paused as the room filled with little hushed murmurs. Vince gave me a look, and I knew I had to do better. I took the plunge.

“I was born to be an obedient servant, and Kate deserves to have a strong man. I have no confidence, no backbone…and, umm…a tiny, umm…a very tiny penis.” The room echoed with laughter. I looked back to Vince, who’s expression showed I was on the right track now. I continued the self demeaning monologue.

“I know my place now…its to serve and obey my superiors, which includes all of you…really everyone. Please…umm…please don’t treat me as an equal, and…please don’t feel sorry for me. This is where I belong.”

Vince grinned smugly, my wife in his arm.

“Maid, inspect.”

My heart sank. I knew what he was doing. ‘Inspect’ was one of the more demeaning one-word commands he had for me. I knew I was expected to immediately obey. I blushed anew and quickly started to strip, resulting in immediate laughter and unstifled surprise from my friends. The tights peeled off, the dress pulled over my head…

I paused just for the tiniest moment, laughs all around me, before closing my eyes bravely and lowering my green lace panties.

The sounds of the room turned to pure laughter at my expense as I spread my legs slightly, crossing my hands to rest on top of my head, assuming the 'inspect’ position, wearing nothing but my little chastity device.

15

Vince didn’t give a further command right away, letting the full humiliation of the moment really sink in. I stood with my hands on my head, legs spread, and looked straight forward, obediently holding my position until given further instructions. I could pick out little fragments of phrases from my friends mixed in with the intoxicated laughter.

“He wasn’t kidding…look how tiny that is!”

“Is that a lock?”

“Does he just obey everything Vince says?”

“God what a bitch.”

I stood bravely, determined not to cry. Some voices sounded somewhat understanding but most were sounding like they could see why Kate needed someone better.

Vince’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Sissy, turn.”

I did an obedient 180 degree turn so the other side of the room could see my chastity device clearly. Fresh chuckles.

“Okay maid. Tell them what you’re wearing and why you need to wear it.”

I nodded, still holding my ‘inspect’ position as I spoke.

“I am wearing a locking chastity device. It makes it so I can’t have sex or…do anything else.”

My cheeks burned hot as I blushed even more.

“When I…I used to masturbate a lot…when I masturbate I turn into a lazy maid…Vince helps me by making sure I’m not tempted to…to touch myself.”

“Does it hurt?” Kate’s friend Cheryl piped up.

“Not usually Miss. It does hurt a little bit when I have naughty thoughts.”

Her expression was priceless. I didn’t enjoy it and what it said about what she thought about me at that moment. Cheryl switched her attention to my wife, who was slowly shaking her head at my complete obedience and willingness to humiliate myself in front of my friends.

“Well Kate” Cheryl said dryly, “I can see why you needed someone better in bed.”

“Yeah, thank God I didn’t go any longer than I did trying to tell myself he was adequate.” Kate replied. She turned towards her stud. “It’s not a problem any more, that’s for sure.”

Vince just smiled and gloated. He deserved to.

Another guest piped up from the other side of the room. It was the huskier voice of my coworker Mateo.

“How does it work? I mean, you really can’t take it off?”

“Umm…yes Sir, that’s correct. At first I was able to pull out of it if I was desperate…but the device has been adjusted now, and I…I cannot take it off without the key.”

As I finished talking Vince pulled his keychain out of his pocket, smiling a little goofily and jiggling them. I could make out the little silver key that kept me locked down. Everyone chuckled, and a few ladies gave little whoops and cat calls. Vince was a man fully in charge.

Mateo had a follow-up question. “So… you’re just helpless. That’s got to suck really bad after a day or two. I mean, how long does it stay on at a time?”

“Yes Sir…it does…umm…suck after a few days. But umm…well Master Vince keeps it on for…”

Vince interrupted me. “You can be quiet for a little while now maid.”

I blushed and closed my mouth as he addressed Mateo.

“Good question. Ultimately maid gets unlocked whenever I say, but we do have a little system in place to keep her on her toes. You might have seen a chart on the fridge - that determines when her next unlock is if nothing else changes. Right now she’s at just over a week left until she gets to have a few minutes unlocked.”

He paused for a moment, looking around the room.

“I thought it would be fun though to play a little game…sort of a drinking game. Everybody gets to play.”

He knew how to work a crowd.

“We’ll have maid keep serving drinks, but every drink counts towards a couple days added to her chart.”

He raised his bottle.

“Every beer adds two days.” Dramatic pause. “Every shot adds three.” A few little mean cheers around the room. “And every glass of wine she pours adds four days.”

My wife gave an intoxicated “woooo” and raised her half-empty glass of wine in the air.

“Drink up everyone! Let’s keep the little bitch locked forever!”

I held my 'inspect’ position as the increasingly rowdy crowd cheered and toasted to the game. I was so humiliated…and in the cruel way the cuck mind works, the humiliation was making my little penis swell in it’s cage.

Vince noticed, drawing attention to it.

“If you’re curious, the maid is getting pretty excited by all of this, and you can get a good look at what happens when she tries to get a little hard on.”

My friends…women I was attracted to, men I had watched football with…they stepped in closer, seeing how my tiny manhood desperately squeezed against the walls of it’s prison.

“Poor thing. Sucks to be you.” Mateo said.

“Yes Sir.” I blushed and tried not to cry.

“Quick vote.” Vince shouted over the rising din. “Who wants maid to get her clothes back on?” No response. “Who wants her to stay like this?” The cheers swelled back up.

“All right, you heard them maid. You get to show off your device all night. Now go back to serving drinks.”

Mateo was the first to request a beer. He looked in my eyes as he popped it open. “Sorry, nothing personal.”

Two more days.

Three of the girls asked for a round of shots. They raised their cups and knocked them back together.

Nine more days.

Kate ordered me over. I stood in front of her, shivering and utterly defeated. “More wine, sissy. But don’t make it too full. I want you to keep pouring glasses for me over and over again.”

“Yes Miss” I said, the tears finally flowing in earnest.

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People show who they really are after a night of drinking; or maybe they just turn into different people altogether. Either way, I was seeing a side of my coworker Mateo that I never thought I would.

Most of the guests had left, with a handful unwinding on the couch and loveseat with Vince and Kate. Mateo's wife had gotten sleepy and tapped out over an hour before, and had a friend drive her home so Mateo could party longer. His motivations were becoming clear though as he sipped his beer, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watching me wash the dishes. I glanced occasionally in his direction, thinking it would make him self conscious about starting at me, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Eventually he made a more aggressive move, stepping up behind me, his head just behind mine. Vince had not yet given me permission to get dressed, so I was still completely exposed. I could hear his breath behind me as I picked up a just-rinsed glass pan and dried it with a rainbow colored dishcloth.

"Never thought I'd say this, but you look pretty good."

His speech was slow, but carried the sincerity of a man who had plowed his way through a few too many beers. He stepped even closer. I was getting incredibly uncomfortable. He wore dark jeans, and I felt the rough fabric against my bare ass.

"See? Look at what you made me do."

I felt the bulge in his pants as he pushed himself against me. I didn't turn around, just holding my body still and continuing with the dishes. I felt slightly flattered and very uncomfortable, my hands continuing the work of drying dishes. I could hear the chatter of the rest of the group in the next room over. They either didn't know or didn't care that I was being taken advantage of. Mateo must have read my mind.

"Don't worry…I talked to your pretty little wife. She's so sweet. She said it would be good for you to get a little action."

I gasped as his rough hand suddenly was on my ass. He groped firmly, with forefinger extending to my inner thigh as his thumb pressed into my soft cheek.

"You're going to be a good little slut and do exactly as I say, aren't you?"

I could smell the beer on his breath. I cringed.

"Yes…yes Sir."

"That's it." He paused, his hand reaching from behind and now exploring my shaved little testicles and the underside of my imprisoned tiny penis. I whimpered softly and arched my back for him. He liked that, rewarding me with a "good girl" and groping my sissy balls. I squealed as he gave them a little squeeze. 

It was going to be better to give in than try and resist. I moaned and spread my legs wider for him, setting down the dish towel.

"How can I serve you Sir?" I said, looking back at him as he groped me.

"Mmm…" he moaned, loving being in charge. He switched from groping to giving my ass a series of solid slaps with his palm. My ass bounced with each swat, his hand leaving light red imprints on bare skin. I closed my eyes and took it, even wiggling my ass for him.

He responded by unzipping his fly and whipping out his light brown cock. It was rock hard, and only a little smaller than Vince's huge rod.

I immediately turned and fell to my knees, taking my sissy cocksucker position. He slapped my face with his dick, enjoying the process if humiliating and using me. I wondered what he would think of all this when he was sober again. I didn't have much time to think about it though as he decided to jam his phallus between my slightly parted lips.

I got to work, doing my best to look earnestly up into his eyes as I bobbed my head back and forth on his dick. I realized the next time I would see him was Monday morning at the office. Things would never be the same there again, and I knew I could never look him in the eyes again. Unless I ended up like this again … oh god.

I focused on wrapping my lips tightly, paying attention to the sensitive area under the tip of his cock. 'Please cum, please just fucking cum' I thought over and over as I did everything I could to please him. Finally I felt it...his balls tensed, his thrusting slowed, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes….

…so much cum…

I gurgled and tried not to gag as warm goo spurted into my mouth. I looked up at him - that ecstasy on his face…I was 94 days further from feeling anything like that after Vince's cruel game that night…I felt the tears forming…and then…applause…

I swallowed again, gagging at the taste, looking around the room. The rest of the remaining partiers had come into the kitchen to watch the show.

Mateo slapped my face, bringing my attention back where it belonged. 

"Don't forget to lick me clean, slut."

16

“More juice.” My four year old daughter Mary piped, not bothering to look up from her crayon drawing.

“Yes Miss Mary” I replied politely, pausing my work and jumping to take her cup. It was adorable how focused she was.

Vince walked in, sitting beside her at the bar and examining her progress.

“Looks great Mary.”

“It’s not done yet” she replied protectively, continuing to draw.

I set the refilled cup on the bar surface in front of her. She talked to Vince as she drew.

“This is mommy.” She said, pointing to the blonde smiling woman in her sketch.

“And here’s me and Maddie…” she bobbed her head adorably as she talked.

“And this is Daddy!” She pointed to an exaggeratedly muscular figure in the middle between all the girls. My heart skipped a beat, but I stayed perfectly quiet and out of the way.

“And who is this over here?” Vince asked warmly, pointing to a slender figure spaced a little to the side of the other characters in her drawing.

My heart sunk and splattered.

“That’s the maid” Mary chimed. “She was naughty again so she is in the corner.”

Vince laughed, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. “You are way too adorable, you know that?”

She giggled, blushing a little and going back to drawing a new little character beside her self portrait.

“Hmm…a little tiny person…” Vince said as she drew. “Is that a doll?”

She kept coloring studiously. “No, that’s a baby brother!”

Vince looked up, staring straight at me as he replied to her. “You want a baby brother, huh?”

“Mmhmm” she nodded, scribbling happily.

“What do you think, maid?” Vince asked. “Do you think Mary should have a little brother?”

I just stammered in awkward shock, subconsciously backing away. Mary looked up, looking at me first and then at Vince, looking like she wondered why Vince would worry about asking me.

I was saved from having to answer, as Kate walked into the room, picking up a jacket and swinging it over her arm. She paused to look at Mary’s drawing, which was clearly the center of attention.

“That’s beautiful Mary, nicely done.”

Vince turned to her as she kissed his cheek.

“Mary says she wants a baby brother.”

He spoke so confidently, so smugly. I squirmed and my face burned with some combination of intense humiliation and defeated, helpless anger.

But Kate’s face… I could see that everything else going on in her mind had quieted and surrendered to the incredible idea of having a baby with her new man. She melted, just stopping and holding Vince’s arm, looking into his eyes.

I could tell I wasn’t even peripherally on her mind, and it stung like hell. I couldn’t look at her as she adored Vince, her hand lovingly stroking his bicep. I started at the floor, waiting for her response, but it didn’t come. Instead I heard the sounds of lips passionately kissing.

“Ewww….mommy and daddy are kissing.” Mary’s little voice finally broke the silence.

Kate and Vince both laughed.

Kate turned towards me, as if remembering that I was there too.

“Maid, you love babies! You were so so good with the two girls.” She paused, squeezing Vince’s arm before turning back to me.

“I know it would such an honor for you to take care of Vince’s little one!”

Her eyes sparkled as mine filled with little sissy tears. It was impossibly unfair. Vince would get the joy and satisfaction of creating a new life, and never have to experience the grind of diapers and feeding and everything else that made babies so exhausting. I knew I would be expected to handle all or most of that.

No, he would be the one who would play with the baby, holding it while it was happy and then handing it to me when it needed a diaper change.

“Maid….”

I came out of my sissy moping.

“Yes Miss…of course…It would be … an honor.”

With that out of the way, Kate immediately pulled her phone out of her purse and started looking for a number. Vince and I just watched as she called and made an appointment to have her IUD taken out.

He was beaming, and I shrivelled even more as the reality started to sink in. I put the carton of juice back in the fridge and tried to stop crying.

“Maid, you need some corner time to process, don’t you…” Vince said confidently.

“Yes Sir” I said weakly.

“That’s what I thought. You may go spend the next hour with your nose in the corner thinking about how good a nanny you’re going to be for my baby.”

17

Everything baby became my wife’s new obsession; browsing custom cribs on Etsy, scanning Pinterest for maternity clothing ideas, and of course constantly pitching baby name ideas. With the IUD removed, it was looking more and more inevitable that she was going to carry Vince’s baby. I at least had the consolation that the gynecologist had said it would probably take a few months. I remembered back to when I had been the one trying to get her pregnant. It had taken me over a year to successfully knock her up.

She was sitting on the couch with her laptop when I heard the doorbell. It was the neighbor Abbie, bundled in the cold with a brown and red scarf tucked under her olive tan face. I jumped to let her in.

As the door swung open it revealed her two short companions: her daughter Darcy, and two year old son Liam. They ran in immediately, forgetting to take their shoes off, and leaving white snowprints as they bounced to find my daughters to play with.

“Maid, I need to run a few errands. I’m leaving the kids with you for a couple hours.” She said to me as she stepped in from the cold.

She looked over at the couch, where Kate wore a wide, happy grin.

“Look at you!” Abbie said brightly. “I haven’t seen you smile like that in a while. Did you just win the lottery?”

Kate turned the laptop screen towards her as Abbie moved to sit on the couch without taking off her coat. The images on the screen must have been unmistakably baby related, because Abbie immediately looked with happy shock back at Kate, her hands moving to her mouth.

“Are you…wait…” she said with hushed excitement.

“No…no not yet.” Kate replied quickly, still bubbling. “But I’m off birth control! I’m so so so excited.”

Abbie’s jaw was still wide open.

“But I thought you were finished!”

My wife smiled coyly.

“Well…yes… but that was before Vince came into the picture.”

“Oh shit, right… sorry, that should have been obvious.” Abbie said, recovering from the shock a little. “I was so confused, like, thinking you were wanting another baby with…” Abbie pointed towards me with mild disdain. “…with the maid.”

“Oh god…no, heavens no.” Kate’s voice dripped patronizingly. “I mean I was young and maid and I have such beautiful girls…but I know better now…I have an actual man to impregnate me.”

I was about to leave the room. This was too much. I was going to start crying, and it would just make it even worse.

But Abbie stopped me.

“Maid, are you excited for there to be another baby in the family?”

I winced, blinking to try and prevent tears from materializing.

“Umm…yes Miss Abbie… It’s very…exciting.”

I couldn’t do it. As I got the last word out, the tears started to flow. I turned away as much as I could without being disrespectful.

“Aww…” Abbie cooed kindly. “Here… yeah that must be hard to accept.” She patted the couch beside her.

“Come kneel over here. Let’s talk about it.”

I complied to the kind but condescending order, kneeling just to her right, relieved to be able to lower my face and hide my tears somewhat.

“There there.” She cooed, her fingers brushing my cheek. I felt little tingles up my spine. She had never touched me with that kind of sweetness before.

“I’m sure you have all kinds of feelings to process right now, don’t you…”

I nodded, feeling a little better as she continued.

“The thing to keep in mind though is that you’re incredibly lucky to have ever gotten to have sex with someone as beautiful as Kate, let alone have two babies with her! You know that’s way more than you deserve, right?”

I sniffled, nodding slightly.

She raised her tone a little.

“Speak up maid. You’re a weak sissy with a microscopic little toy penis, who just weakly obeys my five year old instead of standing up for yourself. Do you deserve to reproduce?”

“No Miss” I said as she put me in my place. “I know I don’t deserve Kate, and she deserves a better man…Master Vince.”

She resumed stroking my scalp and neck.

“That’s it. You’re happy for her, aren’t you?”

“Yes Miss Abbie.”

“And you are lucky to be her maid, aren’t you?”

I cleared my throat, the tears drying on my cheeks.

“Yes Miss Abbie.”

My wife finally chimed in.

“I’m trying to find the article…” she scrolled on her laptop. “It was another hotwife who thought her sissy husband’s sperm deserved a chance.”

It was strange hearing her using terminology that had been so foreign to her vocabulary prior to meeting Vince.

“Wait, you want to let the maid screw you unprotected?” Abbie countered.

Kate looked at me, kneeling there weakly.

“Yeah…I guess not. I do just feel a little bad for it.”

My little sliver of hope was humanely shot down very quickly.

Abbie stood up, and I instinctively kissed her snow boots. She chuckled.

“Yeah, no way in hell you want this weakling inside you again.”

“Yeah…” Kate mused. “I’ll see what Vince thinks. He always knows what’s best for our obedient little maid.”

—

Vince smiled widely, his hands in his pockets.

“So you feel bad for the maid and think maybe it should have a shot at your unprotected pussy…”

I was kneeling, terrified; hoping desperately that he wouldn’t think that was my idea.

“I don’t know…” Kate said. “It’s just an idea.”

Vince tilted his head. “What the hell…sure. Maid, after you get the kids to bed tonight I’ll give you your shot.”

I was rattled, not believing my ears.

“Umm…thank you Sir…” I stammered.

Kate’s expression was inscrutable. I courtsied to both of them and went back to my work, assuming I was dismissed.

The rest of the day couldn’t go fast enough. I was going to feel pussy. I still couldn’t believe it, and I couldn’t stop trembling. I got the girls’ bedtime process started ten minutes early, and I went through the motions in a distracted fog.

Finally it was time. I could hear the soft snoring from both of the kids’ rooms. I gently walked down the stairs and made my way to the master bedroom.

I knocked gently, terrified I would mess something up and ruin my opportunity.

But when the door swung open, Vince was smiling happily. I sighed in relief and timidly entered.

Kate was on the bed already, completely naked and on all fours. My heart rate skyrocketed instantly. I remembered back to the days when this was a regular sight for me.

She wiggled her hips and winked seductively at me. I was terrified this was a dream. I didn’t want to wake up.

“Okay sissy” Vince said commandingly. “I couldn’t decide…should I give you thirty seconds with my girl, or a whole minute?”

I swallowed, heart throbbing. I hated these questions. They made my humiliating situations even more excruciating.

“Thank you Sir…I know I don’t deserve even thirty seconds, but I am grateful.”

Kate laughed.

“Good maid.” Vince said smugly. He pulled up the timer on his phone.

“Thirty seconds it is. Better get started.”

I scrambled to strip out of my maids dress. He hadn’t started the timer, but I knew he wouldn’t wait for me.

I threw my clothes to the side, now standing naked except for my chastity cage.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, a joke in his tone.

“Sir…the key…I can’t…”

He chuckled.

“Oh, the key? No, I’m afraid that isn’t part of the deal.”

My heart sank, all my built up optimism crushed just like that.

He pressed start on the timer, turning the screen so I could see the seconds ticking.

“Better get started, loser.”

---------------------------

28 … 27 …

I was devastated that I wasn't going to get to remove my chastity cage, but this was my only chance to "have sex" with my wife.

Kate was impossibly sexy; naked on all fours, hips gyrating seductively, back arched.

"Come fuck me, stud." She said sarcastically.

I whimpered as the clock ticked down, my penis helplessly locked and squeezing against it's cage. Kate lowered her head as I got on the bed behind her, pushing her pussy out and making it fully available.

I held her hips and pushed my locked cock against her waiting pussy lips. But with my poor penis locked in a downward position, only the top half of my cage could awkwardly nuzzle an inch into her. I couldn't feel a fucking thing.

Vince laughed so loud I worried he would wake the kids. 

"Twenty seconds" he managed between laughs.

I renewed my doomed efforts with frantic intensity, grabbing my caged little cock and lifting it so it could enter my wife a little deeper. It was at least partially successful; I was able to get the entire head of my penis, encased in plastic, just inside her.

"Mmm… that's my big boy." My wife cooed sarcastically. "I can almost feel it."

I blushed as they both laughed, now desperately trying to get little thrusts going. The only skin to pussy contact was through the tiny ventilation holes on the sides of the cage. I couldn't feel much of anything except the familiar pinch of trapped penis trying helplessly to stiffen.

"Ten seconds."

I cried for the second time that day, tears of helpless frustration, humiliation and defeat flowing as I knelt behind my wife and humped pathetically.

"Two … one …"

The buzz of the timer went off, and Kate immediately turned to push my little thrusting pelvis away. 

"Sissy…"

Vince's tone had gone to firm command very quickly, sensing that I was losing control and thinking about grabbing my wife and trying to uselessly force myself on her.

His voice immediately snapped me out of it. I backed away, getting off the bed and kneeling. 

"There you go, maid." He said, more good naturedly. "Now don't you have something to say to me?"

I couldn't.

"Sissy…"

Fuck.

"I…I mean…" shit this was so unfair. "Sir, thank you for letting me… have sex… sissy sex… with Miss Kate."

"That's it. Much better attitude." He started undoing his pants.

"You got your sissy sex. Now you get to watch how a man breeds his bitch."

His intimidatingly large cock swung a few feet in front of my face. I knew it was going to be the cock that knocked up my bride, and I lowered myself weakly even further.

Kate was ready.

"Give me a baby…" she kept saying over and over.

Vince grabbed her ass, confidently sliding his big cock into my wife's unprotected fertile pussy.

"No problem." He said, looking at me victoriously and condescendingly as he thrust into her.

18

Even after months of the routine pattern, I still found myself struggling to grasp the reality of the new normal of kneeling between my neighbor Rick’s legs as he lounged on his bedroom loveseat and watched TV.

It made sense, even if the situation felt incredibly bizarre. Rick loved blowjobs, and his wife didn’t enjoy giving them.

Enter me.

With the kids asleep in their beds, my wife and Vince didn’t mind loaning me a few times a week, so long as I finished my sissy maid chores for the day.

Rick lifted the remote, flipping through a few channels as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his cock.

“You’ve kinda created a problem for me maid.”

I mumbled a confused apology, mouth gagging on his dick.

“I mean, it’s great that you’re cool with Kate and Vince having a baby together and being the nanny and all…”

I heard the sound of Abbie turning off the water and finishing her shower in the adjacent room.

“…But now it’s got Abbie all worked up with the idea of having another baby too.”

He gave the top of my head a firm push down as he talked. I took the hint, lowering my lips all the way to the base of his cock, suppressing my gag reflex.

“Vince took video of you, with your penis caged and trying to get it inside Kate. Really turns Abbie on, watching you lose your wife so hard…I mean, nothing personal…but it is pretty crazy how weak you are.”

He paused, picking up the cane I had dutifully set conveniently beside him, and giving the side of my ass cheek a healthy swat.

“Watch it…I felt a little bit of teeth.” He said sternly before resuming his more musing tone.

I yelped and focused on keeping my jaw extended and my lips pressed. It was easy to forget that there were consequences for lack of focus when serving Rick too, even with his easy going demeanor.

The bathroom door squeaked a little as Abbie came into the bedroom to join her husband. She sat on the loveseat beside him, wrapped in a towel.

“Don’t cum in the maid’s mouth.” She said playfully.

“I want it.”

Rick shook his head in playful disbelief.

“See? She’s obsessed.”

He laughed, but I could also tell the idea of cumming unprotected in her pussy turned him on. His cock got even harder in my mouth as she stroked his neck seductively.

“Here, let’s watch the video again.” She said, picking up her phone from a nightstand.

They watched my caged, pathetic wiggling against Kate’s pussy together. Abbie rubbed herself, lifting one of her feet up onto the corner of the loveseat.

“I want the maid, honey. Just for a second.” She said as the video ended.

Rick gave my cheek a playful smack.

“All right, you heard her…ladies always get their way.”

Abbie jumped on the bed, throwing off her towel and laying on her back.

My breath was still knocked out every time I was lucky enough to see her naked. I froze, immobilized for only a moment before my eager little boner was met with the mean pinch of it’s cage. I whimpered, overcome with sissy frustration.

“I want it too…I want you to rub on my desperately, wishing you could be a real man, only to lose to one right away.”

I looked back at Rick.

“Yeah, I mean, kinda turns me on too.”

Rick picked up the cane again.

I nodded weakly got up on the bed. Abbie’s legs were spread, toes curled as she teased me with her waiting pussy.

I was crying even before I started. For the decade I had known her one of my hottest dreams was to make love to her. And here I was, with that experience only the half inch thickness of my cage separating me from that fantasy becoming a reality.

I knew it was exactly what she wanted as I uselessly rubbed the top of my cage against her gorgeous pussy, unable to keep myself from thrusting in weak frustration. She moaned, enjoying making this little discovered fantasy a reality.

The wind was completely sucked out of my lungs as my ass suddenly sent a torrent of pain signals to my brain. I squealed loudly, turning to see Rick, cane in his right hand, and his stiff cock in his left. He stroked his shaft as he swung again, leaving another red stripe on my bare bottom.

The slices of the cane kept coming. They were both clearly enjoying themselves. Abbie rubbed herself as I awkwardly humped, and Rick kept stroking his hard cock.

For as long as we had known each other, there had always been a small, unspoken power imbalance between me and Rick. I had the better salary, was better known in the community, and had a knack for finding ways to flirt with Abbie.

But in this moment there was a primal and final complete evisceration of all that for him.

He threw the cane to the side, taking my neck in his hand and pushing my face down to the bed sheets.

I understood. He was now completely in command, and I was just an impotent weakling. I didn’t resist his total victory over me. As he got onto the bed I submissively turned to lie on my back. He moved over top of me, essentially sitting on my face as he lowered to position the tip of his cock at his wife’s pussy.

I did what any good cuck bitch would, extending my tongue as he teabagged me.

He groaned with satisfaction, rubbing his balls on my face for a few seconds before plunging his cock into his eager wife.

19

Vince didn’t have to raise his voice often. Before I was relegated to housemaid status, I had struggled as a disciplinarian- often getting almost to a scream with my weak threats when the girls were disobedient or unruly.

But Vince commanded an authority that I struggled to understand- rarely having to do more than give a stern look to change my daughters’ attitudes.

That was what made it even more jarring for me as he sent Maddie to timeout.

“Young lady, you will not have that attitude with me.” He commanded firmly.

“Ten minutes in timeout, and then you will do your homework immediately after.”

I had to battle my old instincts down, swallowing them and focusing on my maid duties. Another man was disciplining my daughter right in front of me.

As Maddie walked past me on her way to timeout, I curtsied politely and took her finished plate and silverware from the table to the sink.

I started making dessert for the kids while Kate and Vince talked about weekend plans.

It was a little less than ten minutes later that my older daughter Maddie emerged from timeout, the former expression of anger replaced with a self-conscious embarrassed little smile.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” She said to Vince, squeezing him from the side. I turned away, swallowing more of my former instincts. These were even harder to get down - I couldn’t get used to my daughters calling Vince that.

Vince didn’t bring up the fact only seven minutes had passed.

“It’s okay Maddie” he said. “We all make mistakes.”

“You too?” She asked, looking up at him.

Vince grinned wide, squeezing her arm.

“Not too often, but we’re all human.”

Kate winked at him, taking a sip of her tea. I didn’t blame her for admiring how good he was with the girls.

I approached the table, taking the last of the finished plates in a stack. Maddie took her seat again, reaching to the backpack beside it to pull out her homework. She plopped the folder onto the table and began studiously dissecting the pages inside.

I returned with the two desserts for Maddie and Mary: miniature banana splits with whipped cream and a single cherry happily perched on top. Mary dug in right away happily, but Maddie remained focused on her homework. I realized she was hoping to impress Vince.

As I withdrew from the table, I looked at the clock blinking above the oven.

6:34

No one had spoken to me or even acknowledged my presence for over thirty minutes. I had done my work almost entirely without mistake, preparing and serving dinner, keeping up with dishes, and staying out of the way when not needed.

I felt a twinge of pride, but also the sour weight of the realization that on my very best sissy maid days, when I remained focused and executed my lowly tasks to perfection, I would very often be completely ignored.

And when I failed…when I did not manage to attend perfectly to everyone’s needs…I would suffer a far worse fate … horrible discipline, humiliation, and…

“Maid!”

I snapped out of my self pity.

“Yes Miss Kate.” I said politely, head bowed.

“You did such a great job with dinner sweetie! It was delicious, and look how clean you have everything already!”

I shouldn’t have been as thrilled as I was at being recognized for obediently doing my work well, but in that moment my heart soared. I blushed deeply as my knees wobbled a little.

“Thank you so much Miss Kate.” I said with embarrassment enthusiasm.

“Absolutely sweetie.” She said warmly.

“I think you should absolutely be given an allowance this week. Don’t you think so Vince?”

What did she mean by an allowance?

Vince leaned back in his chair. “Sure, yeah…at least a partial one.”

I stammered and curtsied, addressing my wife with head respectfully bowed.

“Sorry Miss Kate…I don’t know what that means.”

“No problem maid…come, we already talked to the girls about allowances, but it probably makes sense to have another little meeting about this.”

Kate pointed to the floor between her and Vince.

“Come and we’ll go over it.”

I bobbed obediently and knelt politely at the corner of the table. There were no chuckles from my kids. This was just normal now.

“So…Vince decided it’s important for the girls to learn how to manage money, and so they’re going to start earning allowances every week.”

Kate looked at Maddie.

“Do you remember how much you can earn each week sweetie?”

“Ten dollars mommy.”

“That’s right!” Kate chimed excitedly.

“I know that seems kind of high, but half of that goes into savings, right girls?”

My daughters both bobbed their heads.

“Yay! Okay, and since they can earn allowances, Vince and I thought we would be generous and let you have an allowance too maid.”

Vince echoed in after her.

“Now, of course I don’t think it makes sense for the help to have the same level of privileges as these two sweet princesses, but I’m still comfortable giving you five dollars a week.”

“That’s right!” Kate said patronizingly. “Twenty whole dollars a month to spend however you want!”

“Mm….Miss….if I may…”

I rarely allowed my irritation to be expressed, but my sissy maid filter could only contain so much.

“I go to work every day…are you saying I don’t get to keep my…”

“No no hon” she cut me off.

“You will still go to work of course, and you’ll still use that salary to pay all the bills. None of that will change. But to make sure the money is being spent wisely, Vince and I will now be in charge of all the spending on things other than the mortgage and bills.”

She lifted a little purple purse from where it hung on the edge of her chair.

“And we have this little present for you! Vince will be taking your credit cards, and you won’t be using your leather wallet any more. Instead, you get to carry this adorable little thing!”

She held it out to me. The dainty shoulder strap looked like faux leather, and the body of the purse was more like a clutch really…it looked like something appropriate for a junior high girl.

“You’ll still need to carry your driver’s license, and of course the cash you’ll be earning by serving us!”

My frustration and indignation would not be held back. I took the purse, setting it on the floor beside me.

“Miss…this does not seem fair at all.”

My voice sounded frail I knew, but I had to draw a line somewhere.

“Let’s discuss some other options. But this…this is insane. I can’t live off of a silly five dollar allowance.”

Vince turned ominously in his seat.

“See now that’s the kind of attitude that takes an allowance from five dollars to zero dollars.”

I waivered. It was harder to protest against Vince than my wife.

“No…no I’m sure that’s not how you meant that to sound, right maid?” My wife interrupted the tension.

“No one’s saying you will have to live off of five dollars. Of course not. You still get to live here and be our maid and pay for all the necessities! Like…what exactly are you worried about not being able to buy any more?”

I didn’t like the impetus being shifted to me like that. I wasn’t the one making a ridiculous new standard. But I also couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound frivolous; video games, lattes on my way to work, what else did I spend money on other than necessities? It didn’t matter. This was crazy.

“I… it doesn’t matter Miss. It’s my money.”

Vince did not like that.

“Maid, do we have a problem?”

A dead hush fell on the room as everyone recognized that tone in his voice. It was always followed by consequences.

He glared, towering over me now, his elbows bent menacingly as he rested his palms on his thighs.

For the first time in my life, I actually peed my pants - or in this case my panties. In the dead silence everyone could hear the little drips as I turned into a terrified cowering puppy.

“The maid peed her panties!” Maddie exclaimed, following by giggles from Mary.

“Oh my god.” Kate said, shaking her head, not sure whether to laugh or groan at me. “You are such a loser.”

I hung my head in complete shame, with no easy escape path from my humiliation.

Vince shook his head, the girls’ contagious giggles enough to elicit a smile.

“Okay, that’s pretty funny. But it doesn’t make up for your little outburst. Maid, do we have a problem or not?”

“No Sir” I whimpered, swimming in unimaginable shame.

“Okay good. Now…you know I don’t like having to raise my voice…” Vince’s tone was even again.

I nodded submissively.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me maid?”

I looked briefly over at my daughters and immediately regretted it. The shame was even worse with the image of their faces in my mind as I spoke to the younger man who had so viciously and thoroughly defeated me.

“Umm…yes…yes Sir.” I choked on my sissy tears of shame.

“Thank you Sir for the privilege of my allowance…”

He waited for me to continue.

“…and…umm…please Sir I ask that it be withheld this week…for my, umm…bad attitude.”

He again just waited, motionless. I squirmed.

“And…please Sir, if I could…”

It was so hard with my kids right there.

“Yes sissy?”

“Please Sir, if I could have a spanking…for my disobedient attitude…”

“Good maid. That will make up for your attitude I think, and hopefully we won’t have to worry about another little outburst like this again for a long time.” Vince said calmly.

“Now, go fetch whatever you think I should whip you with. You can clean up the little mess you made after your discipline.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

I walked despondently to the bedroom and selected a cane from Vince’s collection of sissy instruction implements. It felt whippy and horrible in my trembling hands.

He was waiting for me at the kitchen island, where my previous punishment in front of the whole family had taken place. Why mess with what works…

“Good choice.”

Easy for him to say.

“Now don’t worry about anything like this happening to you.” Vince said to my daughters.

“But sissy maids need a lot of help learning their lessons, and sometimes a spanking is the only thing that works. Isn’t that right maid?”

“Yes Sir” I said, again bending over the tall narrow table so that my bottom was pointed away from where my family sat.

“Okay maid” Vince said matter of factly. “Panties or bare bottom?”

“Bare bottom please Sir.” I whimpered.

-------------------

Vince lifted my maid dress and pulled my panties down to my thighs.

"Okay maid, this time you're going to look directly at Maddie and Mary the entire time you're being punished, and explain to them exactly why you need punishment."

He took a step back, resting the business end of the cane against my now bared cheeks.

"Your whipping will continue until I feel you have adequately explained in detail why this is so important, and why they shouldn't feel bad when you're being corrected."

"Yes Sir." I said very softly, wanting desperately to protest but knowing it would only make it worse.

Without warning my whipping started. I yelped in surprised pain, jumping up slightly from my bent over position. Before I could even catch my breath, a second blow sliced across my naked ass. I squealed again, gripping the sides of the table desperately.

"Better get started or we'll be here all day." Vince said with casual command.

Fuuuuuck.

I mustered every ounce of self control as he welted my ass. I had to find words somehow.

"I….owwwwww…..I am being punished because I…OWWww…"

My nails dug into the wood, and my ass cheeks bounced as Vince made sure I felt every stroke.

"…I was very very naughty.…and when maids are naughty.… it's important that we get spanked immediately…AAWCH!…so that we remember not to be naughty again."

Vince switched to my upper thighs, making sure to thoroughly blanket with mean red stripes that would hurt all night.

"Look right at them sissy."

I looked right into my daughters' eyes as I was disciplined and humiliated by a man ten years younger than me. It was impossibly horrible.

"When I'm getting.…AAOOWW…the punishment...I need…"

I gritted my teeth, trying to stop the now steady flow of tears.

"…remember it's what's best for me…and you should be…Oww OWwww….you should be happy for me."

Vince kept his steady pace, blistering me in business like fashion as I sobbed. I had to keep talking somehow or this would never end.

"It's my medicine…like getting a shot…"

My girls nodded knowingly. That was language they could understand.

"I need Mister Vince to.…to make sure I get a good spanking…AAHHHWWW….even if it really hurts…Mister Vince is very good at…Owwwie….giving me what I need."

With that Vince stopped. There was a moment of silence, followed by my daughters clapping.

"Good job Daddy!!" They exclaimed. 

"Good job giving maid her medicine!"

I bit my tongue, sobbing, listening to them congratulate the twenty-something for blistering my ass.

It took everything I had to muster a "thank you Sir".

"Try that again, maid. I'm not sure the girls understood."

I whimpered but managed to raise my voice louder. "Thank you Sir for my spanking."

"There you go maid. You're welcome."

He walked over to the table, and the girls jumped up from their chairs to play with him.

I pulled up my panties and went to find a rag to clean up the puddle I had made earlier.

20

It was a cruel coincidence that my parents would visit and meet Vince the weekend after we found out Kate was pregnant. I had held off telling them anything about my new status or gone into any detail about Vince; facing them was a horribleness I didn’t ever want to have to live through, but my reckoning was coming.

I heard the thud of car door in the driveway. There was no escaping or delaying it now.

I smoothed out my apron. It was silly, but I didn’t have anything else to do with my nervous energy. Seeing their son as a maid would be strange, regardless of the tidiness of my appearance. I should have warned them somehow. It wasn’t fair to blindside them with all these changes at once. I nervously fingered the embroidered edges of my apron and bit my lip as they walked up to the door.

But all my awkward nervous energy was pointless. My mom came through the door first, and without any perturbance gave first my wife and then me big hugs. My dad followed and did the exact same thing, as the kids ran up and joined in.

I looked at Kate in disbelief.

“I told them” she mouthed, winking as she hugged my dad.

I just stood in stunned, relieved, humiliated silence.

“You must be Vince!” My mom said with far too much excitement, first shaking his hand and then deciding to just go for the full hug. He grinned and hugged her before giving my dad a firm handshake.

“We’ve heard such great things about you” my dad said warmly.

My mom turned back to me.

“And you look so perfect sweetie. When Kate told me she had found another man and was converting you to a housemaid I knew it would be such a perfect role for you.”

She gave my wife another little squeeze.

“I remember on your wedding day asking Kate if she was sure she didn’t want to find someone a little stronger. But now everything has worked out so great!”

My mouth just hung open.

“Well, and you should be very proud of your son…” Vince chimed in.

“I know we’ve talked about his inadequacies in his previous role, but since becoming a housemaid he’s been a complete natural and extremely successful at his work.”

“Absolutely!” Kate said, giving my arm a squeeze. “He’s gone from being a daily disappointment to blowing me away almost constantly! Look around…”

She waved her arm to demonstrate the room.

“Honestly I haven’t done almost any cleaning or dishes or cooking…gosh…since I can’t even remember now. He manages all of that, and does such a great job with it!”

I just stood there, blushing.

“Well, I know it’s been a little work on your part too hon.” My mom said knowingly, looking at Kate.

“Me? Oh gosh…no I have to give all the credit to Vince.” Kate replied. “He has done pretty much all the work of training our new maid. I would never have known how strict you have to be. But man does it ever work! Just snap your fingers now and the maid is on it! I never would have believed just how obedient they can be.”

“I always knew you could be successful if the right person took control” my mom said to me kindly. “It just takes a firm hand.”

In a way it was a kindness that I hadn’t yet had to say a single word. I just stood there blushing, not knowing whether I was supposed to make eye contact or assume my usual submissive position with head bowed slightly.

My mom stepped up to me, giving me another loving hug.

“Such a sweet boy. I know you’re happiest when you’re serving, so why don’t you get us some drinks? We’ve had a long drive.”

“Yes… … Miss…” I said with my now trained gentle politeness, and escaped to the kitchen.

My mind reeled as I heated water for tea. I was only beginning to find my bearings and compose myself as I took the jar of honey and dipped a sticky wooden spoon. I laid everything neatly on a tray and timidly walked back to the living room.

“Thank you sweetie!” My mom said as I lowered the tray to where she sat on the couch. They were discussing the girls’ school grades and recent art projects, a number of which were now proudly displayed across the floor. Mary was on Vince’s lap - Maddie was on her grandpa’s.

“Can the maid stay and chat with us?” My mother asked Vince. It felt so bizarre hearing her acknowledge his household authority in that way.

Vince bobbed Mary up and down on his knee playfully. “Yeah, sure!” He turned to me. “Maid, you may join us, and you’re free to speak.”

“Thank you Sir” I said softly, setting down the empty tray and finding a spot to politely kneel.

“Tell us what it’s like being a housemaid now sweetie” my mom said sweetly.

“Umm…yes Miss…I… I am still learning, but I do my best to be a good servant.”

“I’m sure it must be very rewarding.” She replied.

“Yes, it is.” I thought about the exhausting hours spent scrubbing showers and folding laundry, and the many many horrible whippings and hours spent contemplating my life in a corner.

“I… I’m very grateful for the opportunity to serve my superiors.” I stammered a little, the words catching in my throat.

“And…” I turned to Kate. She nodded. I turned back to my mother.

“I’m going to be a nanny for a beautiful infant soon too.”

It wasn’t mother’s turn to be left with mouth open in surprise. She turned to Kate.

“You’re pregnant?!”

Kate jumped over to her and gave her a huge squeeze, beaming with happiness

“Oh my God that’s so wonderful!” My mom exclaimed, celebrating another man’s successful impregnation of my wife.

---------------

"You must be just so excited sweetie" my mom encouraged.

"I know you weren't necessarily always much of a natural when it came to being a dad, but now you can just focus on the things you are really good at! I still remember how sweet you always were with the girls when they were babies."

She paused, waiting for me to respond. Truth be told, I still hadn't managed to process my feelings, coming to grips with the reality of being the nanny to another man's baby. 

"Umm…yes, of course…"

I looked at Vince, still smugly holding my daughter as I knelt in my maid dress.

"I'm excited for the new baby…"

I thought about all the diapers and bottles and long nights of rocking and lullabies. I had already done it twice with my own kids, but I had a feeling I would be doing an even greater share of the less glamorous work this time. 

It was so deeply unfair. I knew Vince would hold his baby while it was happy, and then hand it off to me as soon as it needed a diaper change. He would never experience the grind of caring for an infant, while still getting to enjoy the happiness of fatherhood.

"Honey, is everything okay?"

My mom sounded so sweet.

I snapped back out of my spiral of emotion-laden journey into self pity and jealousy of Vince.

"Umm…yes, yes thank you Miss…sorry…"

Kate blew across the surface of her tea cup, crossing her legs as she filled my awkward silence.

"Maid had a little bit of a hard time with some of the other changes in our life, and I think this one might have a few little rough patches too…but in the end, with Vince in charge, I've learned that it all really does work out so well. I know maid is going to do such an amazing job, and I'm already super super proud."

I nodded, blushing, glad I didn't have to try to express any of that, even if "rough spots" felt like a major understatement.

-----

I was relieved when Maddie insisted that grandma and grandpa take a tour of the house, with my legs getting sore from kneeling in position. As we came back to the main floor from upstairs and the girls' rooms though, I realized if the tour continued they would see my "maid room". Something about showing my dad the dainty little space I had been kicked out of the master bedroom into felt especially horrible.

"Umm…maybe I could start on dinner." I offered.

"Oh, you're sweet honey, but we already ate" my mom replied sincerely.

Vince grinned at me.

"Maid, why don't you lead the way…show them your new room."

My dad turned to me. 

"You built an addition to the house?"

"Umm…uh no Sir…"

My mom pinched his arm and whispered.

"Hon, Vince sleeps in the master now, so our son gets to have his own space…"

I blushed and pretended not to hear, opening the door to the basement. 

I made zero eye contact with anyone as I stood in my tiny room with my parents. A neat row of blue and black maid dresses hung in the closet, with a small selection of my aprons accompanying them daintily. The comforter and pillows on my bed looked like the misguided choices of a confused teenage girl. Beside the white vanity and dresser, a cluster of straps and canes rested in the corner, with a few paddles hanging above them from small hooks.

I was mortified beyond words.

"This is cute." My dad said, chuckling. Vince was enjoying the moment way too much, standing in the doorway with my wife at his side.

My mom picked up one of the canes - a thin wooden switch with little uneven knobs along it's length. She held it up to dad.

"Looks kind of like the one you used to use on him."

Oh god.

Dad took it, giving it a little twist. He looked over at Vince.

"Works pretty well, doesn't it…"

Vince laughed out loud.

"I guess we're the two people who have made sure the maid gets what it needs."

Everyone laughed. Well, everyone except the person who knew exactly what the business end of that cane felt like.

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Kate and my mom had plenty to talk about, and pretty quickly moved on from the tour, making their way back upstairs with my daughters bouncing along. 

My dad was kind of fascinated though with the varied collection of disciplinary tools organized beside my dresser. He propped the thin wooden one he had been examining back in the corner, picking up another slightly longer one with a curved handle.

He looked at Vince as he felt it's weight in his hands.

"Did you buy all these?"

Vince chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I'm afraid that was the maid… they were almost all bought before I even moved in. I did add that one hanging up there…" he pointed to a small stiff leather strap.

"I wanted a few more options for whipping the maid's little boy parts… when I really need to get a point across."

My dad nodded, wincing a little.

"Ouch. Hope for your sake that isn't necessary too often" he said to me.

"So you bought all these?"

I blushed, nodding.

"I'll bet now you wish you would have bought less painful options, huh…"

They both laughed as I nodded again.

"You're welcome to try some of them out…what do you think? It's quite a collection."

Vince offered to my father.

"Oh gosh…no, no I wouldn't want to infringe…"

"No no please … I insist!" Vince rebuffed with a friendly insistence.

"Maid, close the door and take punishment position so your dad can try out your collection." 

Oh hell no….

I stood frozen, mouth open. I hadn't done anything whatever wrong!!

"Maid, do we have a problem?" Vince crossed his arms.

"No Sir."

His complete authority couldn't have been any clearer as I moved to first close the door and then bend over in the middle of the room, lowering my yellow rhumba panties to my thighs.

"Good Lord..." My dad chuckled, punching Vince's arm playfully.

"Good to see you've got him trained so well. Don't worry maid, just going to try a few of these out…not looking to make you cry or anything."

Vince smiled, putting his hand on my dad's shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"Well, I'm sure you don't want your dad to miss out on seeing what all these things can really do, right maid?"

Fuck him. I burned in helpless humiliated frustration, my naked butt up in the air as a waiting target.

"Umm…no…no Sir please be sure to use each implement effectively. I hope you enjoy trying them Sir."

My seething instantly turned to whimpering as my dad gave the first cane a try, landing some sharp slices across the center of my ass.

"Nice" Vince said encouragingly. "Here, give this one a shot now." He held out a plastic cane.

"It's heavier, so I like to make sure and land the tip to get a little more flex and velocity."

"Interesting" dad said, switching out for the new one and examining the opaque plastic shaft. 

He wasn't as good with that one. His first blow hurt, but it wasn't nearly the searing sting I had learned to fear from Vince's use of that one.

"Here…" Vince took it from him. "With this type you want to kind of use your wrist a little more and snap the end forward like this…"

He snapped the cane in an expert motion, and my butt lit up in excruciating pain. I squealed involuntarily.

"Ah, I gotcha." Dad tried again, this time much more successfully. By his fourth try he definitely had the technique down, and my tears were flowing. 

I held my punishment position obediently as dad went through most of the collection, with Vince describing technique and my dad trying them out in fascinated curiosity. 

By the time they were through with most of them I was a mess. My ass was on fire, and there was a puddle below me formed by my sissy tears.

"Okay, man to man…" my dad said to Vince, flexing a riding crop. "I wasn't real sure about all this when I first heard about."

He gave an experimental flick to my upper thigh with the black leather rod. I yelped pathetically.

"But I've got to say, you've really got things here under control."

He gave me one last stinging swat before putting the crop back in the corner.

21

Vince was starting to really enjoy putting me in my place in front of my dad. After the discipline implement demonstration, it was clear my dad thought I was in an appropriate role now. He didn’t seem bothered at all that I was being so completely obedient to another man.

Vince had me carry their bags in, carefully unpack them in the guest room, and make sure everything was neatly folded and stored in drawers for them. I had to multitask, making sure the girls took their baths, brushed their teeth, and got into their pajamas while also carrying the heavy luggage and managing the tedious unpacking process.

I could hear my dad laughing loudly with Vince. It made my skin crawl, knowing the younger man was down there relaxing with him while I worked my ass off…my now incredibly tender and bruised ass. I visualized storming down there…

No.

That was a terrible thought. I tried to change my mental pattern as I neatly folded a pair of jeans and stacked them carefully in the bottom drawer of a dresser. Better to obey.…

“Maid. Drinks!” Vince’s voice bellowed up the stairs and echoed through the hallway. I stopped what I was doing and ran out of the guest room and scrambled down the stairs. I slowed and tried to manage some sense of decorum as I came into the adults’ presence. With head bowed I walked up to my mother first and softly asked what I could get for her.

“So so sweet…” she mused with a smile.

“Vince has maid you into such a sweet person, honey. I’m so proud.”

“Thank you Miss” I said softly, blushing again.

I tried not to act too hurried, but I moved very quickly to serve drinks. I knew the kids were upstairs, probably creating a splashed mess around the bathtub.

I shuffled back into the living room and stood awkwardly, waiting for a break in the engaged flow of conversation to ask permission to go back to my previous work.

“Sir…permission to go back upstairs and finish my work.”

My voice sounded so weak and stupid.

“Yes maid. Run along.”

“Thank you Sir.”

I ran in shame up the stairs, still not able to swallow all the humiliation.

The bathroom was just as I expected, and a new chore was added to my list.

When I was finally able to get everything finished upstairs, with the bathroom tidy, the kids in bed, and the guest room neatly organized, the conversation downstairs had become quieter and more serious.

Exhausted, I served another round of drinks, this time almost completely ignored by everyone except my mom, who thanked me as I poured her more pinot.

“Yeah, I sold forty five percent of the business” my dad was saying to Vince earnestly. “We’re just at a stage of life where we’re ready to have a little more cash on hand.”

Vince nodded, finishing off his beer. I moved in to take the empty bottle, very hastily running to get him a new one.

Vince took the fresh bottle, pausing in his conversation with my father to address me briefly.

“Maid, do you need any more discipline before being sent to bed?”

Oh god what a jerk.

“No…”

He had that look on his face.

“Umm…I mean, yes…yes Sir. I…umm…I was feeling…rebellious earlier. And umm…please Sir if I could have corrective discipline I would be very grateful.”

I cussed in my mind as the words came out of my mouth.

“Oh my God…” My mom said, impressed. She took my dad’s arm.

“What a lucky family to have such a strong leader who commands that kind of respect. I mean…just like you too of course darling.”

Dad put his hand on her leg possessively. I would have thought it was sweeter had I not been ready to receive punishment.

“Tell you what maid…” Vince started. “Since you’ve already had a pretty thorough whipping, why don’t you just spend the next hour showing off your little reddened backside?”

“Yes Sir” I murmured.

“Panties down, skirt up, nose against the window that faces the neighborhood. Hands behind your back holding up your skirt so we can see the artwork your dad did earlier on your sissy ass.”

I fought back tears, trying to be a brave little loser and take my humiliation without crying. It was supposed to be horrible. Fun punishment isn’t punishment.

They all watched as I got myself into the humiliating position. The glass of the window was cold against my nose. With panties lowered, I put both arms behind my back and raised my skirt. I locked my arms against my slightly arched back and settled into my sinkpit of shame.

“Aww…you poor thing.” My mom said. “Look at those stripes…”

She pinched my dad.

“Darling I think you were a little too hard on him.”

Kate spoke up.

“Oh…no not at all! Before Vince, maid used to beg and beg to be whipped hard. I was never good enough at it. Little maid is finally getting the kind of discipline it’s always wanted.”

I couldn’t turn to see if my mom was nodding in agreement or not.

The conversation quickly went back to more important topics, and I was left to focus on my job of holding the humiliating display position, hoping not too many neighbors would drive past.

22

The glass of the window was cold against the tip of my nose. It wasn’t such a bad position Vince had chosen for me to hold, except for the existential horror of obediently showing off my whipped backside in front of my parents while my wife nestled in the arms of a better man.

Nothing a few decades of therapy couldn’t solve.

“I’ll be honest with you Vince, we got a whole lot more out of selling off part of the company than I could have ever imagined.”

My dad took a swig of his brandy, confiding in Vince with a warm confidence.

“That’s fantastic” Vince answered. “You deserve it after all the years you’ve put into it.”

I adjusted my weight on the balls of my feet, still trying to get used to being treated like a disciplined piece of furniture. My skirt slipped in my hand a little and I curled my finger tighter to make sure it stayed well above my bare bottom.

“Yeah, yeah…” my dad mused, his mind processing something. There was a short pause in conversation while be collected his thoughts.

“Let me ask you something” he said, leaning in towards Vince.

“You ever spent much time investing?”

“Yeah, a little. I’ve had some decent luck.”

“He’s being modest” Kate said.

“He’s done really well managing his portfolio. I’m terrible at all that, but he has a knack for it for sure.”

I stood obediently as still as I could at the window as my wife praised Vince’s investment capabilities.

“Great, great” dad said thoughtfully.

“Let me ask you something.”

Vince leaned in too, mimicking my dad’s body language as dad spoke.

“I’ve given my other kids some pretty good size chunks of the profit to invest. I’ve kept a portion for this one…” he gestured towards me.

“But I don’t think it takes Einstein to see that one is better at cleaning house and keeping it’s nose against a window, if you know what I mean.”

Vince chuckled in good natured agreement. I held extremely still and died a little more inside.

“But now you’re here” dad gave a friendly jab to Vince’s arm.

“If you’re game, I’d love to see what you can do with the money. Make sure the grandkids have money for college and down payments, you know?”

“Well, I’m of course honored” Vince said with friendly confidence. “I’ll be happy to invest whatever amount you had in mind.”

Dad said the amount in a hushed tone. Kate gasped. I thought about the tiny allowance I had been reduced to each week.

“This all just makes me so happy” mom interrupted the quiet with a measured brightness.

“We were both a little worried to be honest with you about how to handle all this, but this is all just working out so perfectly!”

Her happiness was infectious, and Kate felt the permission to express the happy shock she had been containing.

“Thank you both so much! This is going to be such a great thing for our family!”

“Oh, I know you all were already wonderful, but I’m just so happy we can add to what you already have.” Mom said cheerfully.

“And of course, we don’t want you to forget about our sweet little maid.”

“Right. I mean it shouldn’t take too much, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate the flexibility you’ll have to keep stocked with the best baby gear, cleaning equipment, and of course you can always add to that stash of stuff to keep him in line with.”

Dad added.

“Now now…” mom chided, moving to the edge of the couch to lean over directly beside me. “It looks to me like there are plenty of tools here already to keep the maid in line.”

She examined the red stripes and marks left by the various implements already in the house.

“I remember my cousin Tim was a sissy just like you sweetie. His story doesn’t have a happy ending like yours though.”

She paused, gently running a finger along a long red welt.

“I know there is a lot of unpleasantness being a sissy maid…”

I winced at the touch on the extremely tender stripe of raised red skin.

“…but you really are lucky to have a man like Vince who’s willing to train you and take care of your family.”

I felt like I was supposed to acknowledge that she was correct. I closed my eyes and nodded, my nose sliding up and down on the glass of the window.

“Tell me honey, are you thankful that Vince is having you stand there quietly? I know the idea is to keep your mind in a focused sissy state…”

Her voice trailed off.

“Yes Miss…I am very thankful that Master Vince is using this opportunity to help me become a better maid. I am not enjoying holding this position but I know that it’s for my own good.”

“What a sweet and wonderful maid you have become honey. I can’t begin to tell you just how proud I am of you.”

Her voice was so kindly maternal…

“Well, and there’s another little secret to keeping the maid in a proper state of mind” Kate said.

“Maid has a special tiny piece of equipment that it wears at all times. I had no idea just how important it was until Vince explained it to me. Do you want to see?”

“Sure sweetie, I’d love to” my mother replied.

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"Oh, well isn't that just the cutest little device…"

I stood in helpless horror in front of my mother, lifting the front of my skirt. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. God please…

"It makes total sense of course. I remember when he was a boy how I could basically never walk into his room. He would have masturbated all day if he could have I'm sure."

Mom's voice was sweet and infinitely condescending.

"Tell me about it" Kate said matter of factly. "It hasn't changed a bit. And the worst part is just how lazy it would get afterwards…totally useless."

Mom nodded as Kate continued, looking over at Vince.

"But this guy knew exactly what was needed. Maid just needed a firm hand, didn't you sweetie?"

She looked back at me.

"Yes Miss thank you Miss" I said weakly.

"Vince keeps the key, and makes sure maid's little thing stays safely locked. With Vince in charge now, maid is basically never lazy with it's work."

"How often do you unlock it?" My mom asked curiously.

"Well…" Kate smiled at Vince.

"Honestly I just let Vince be completely in charge of that. There's a whole system based on maid's behavior."

"Sure, that makes sense." Mom said, nodding thoughtfully. She examined the hard plastic, reaching to squeeze the sides of the cage and see how flexible it was.

I squirmed in horror as a little glob of precum that must have been waiting faithfully near the tip of my cage drooled out and formed a long sticky trail and dangled from my cage. 

"Oh my…" mom said, letting go. 

"So I guess it doesn't prevent my little boy from leaking a little."

Kate shook her head in exasperation at me. Mom leaned back a little, thinking. She turned to Kate.

"Does it bother you at all thinking about your nanny leaking it's...you know...around your new baby and the kids?"

"Hmm…I hadn't really thought about that." Kate said uncertainly.

"Probably not much you can really do about that" dad mused.

"Well" Vince chimed in. "They do make cages like that with little… let's call them erection preventers."

Mom turned towards him. "Really? How does that work?" She turned back to examine my device again as Vince answered.

"They line the inside of the cage with little sharp points… not enough so to break skin or anything, but definitely enough to make erections really uncomfortable."

Mom took my device in her hand again. 

"What do you think sweetie?" Her voice was sweet and maternal.

"Would a device like that help you control yourself and make sure you don't have any naughty erections when you shouldn't?"

She looked up at me sweetly. My face had to have been a contorted canvas of conflicted emotions.

"Umm…yes Miss…yes it would help."

"I think so too honey." She replied affirmingly. 

"Now why don't you ask Mr. Vince if he would be willing to help you find one and take care of keeping the key safe for you."

"Umm….yes…yes Miss…."

She leaned back, waiting.

"Right...right now?"

She just smiled at me gently.

I turned towards Vince, stepping forward and lowering my head. 

"Please Sir…may I have a chastity device with spikes that will help me be a better maid?"

"Yes maid" he said, unable to hide his amusement.

"And please Sir will you hold the keys and keep me locked in it?"

"Yes maid, I'll be happy to."

"Thank you Sir. And…and umm… please Sir may I have another hour at the window?"

"Yes maid, absolutely. Stick your bottom out a little more this time."

23

It was at least one small victory, not having to pay for the new device from my precious allowance.

“Oh let us buy it as a gift to the family” mom had said cheerfully. “I wish we could travel and visit more often, but this is the least we can do.”

So I brought the laptop and sat at the kitchen table, browsing spiked chastity devices with my mother.

“Oh my…” she muttered softly at the sight of one with an intimidating metal urethral tube. I quickly scrolled away from that image.

“There…what about that one?” She pointed to one of the listings on the screen and I dutifully opened the link. It was metal, with a cage just slightly smaller than my current plastic one, and a smooth, slightly tapered ball ring. The bars of the cage had little rows of screw-in blunt metal teeth, with hex tool ends that allowed the spikes to be adjusted.

“See if you can make the pictures any bigger” she said thoughtfully. “We’re dealing with such tiny things here.” She laughed.

I clicked through the pictures. I looked at the little screws, thinking about just how intimately familiar I was going to become with them. I could tell my mom was already set on this one, but she called Vince over to make sure he was good with it.

“Ouch…yeah that works!” Vince said, chuckling. I squirmed, adjusting my skirt, looking to my mom one last time for confirmation before clicking to purchase.

–

It mercifully took over a week for the new device to arrive. My parents left to travel back home, and life felt “normal”. I was becoming almost sentimental about my current chastity device. I couldn’t really remember what it was like not having it encasing my genitals 24/7. And while it always stopped me frustratingly short of an actual erection, it did so with a gentle firmness that I knew the new device would not share.

I remembered years previous when I would eagerly almost run up to the mailbox every day after ordering “kinky things”, as Kate called them. Now I walked to retrieve the mail every day with trepidation, knowing a little bundle of metal pain might be waiting for me.

It was on a wet, cold Wednesday when the package eventually arrived. I knew as soon as I picked up the scuffed white envelope. Chinese characters overlapped with shipping stamps and my name and address in a familiar collage.

I muttered an apology to my penis for my unfortunate life choices and made my way back to the house.

“Ooh, what came in the mail?” Maddie asked as I came through the door. Packages often meant toys or craft supplies or other fun things. She clapped her little hands with excitement.

“Oh, umm…just boring things Miss Maddie.”

“No…the white package…that looks like crafts from Aunt Sylvia.” She persisted.

I was not ready to earn an X on my chart. I was about to mount a very polite response when Kate saved me. She knew what came in the envelopes that looked like this one.

“You’re right Maddie, it does look a lot like the packages we get from Aunt Sylvia. This one though is actually for our maid.”

“Is it a craft for the maid?” Maddie asked.

“No, no it isn’t a craft sweetie.” Kate said sweetly.

“You know how we sometimes use tools to help maid be good and not naughty?”

“Sure…like the sticks Vince uses to spank it’s bottom?” My daughter said curiously.

“Yes, exactly! This is just another little tool like that to help maid be very very good.”

Maddie smiled, satisfied with the answer, but still a little disappointed the package wasn’t for her.

“Maybe I’ll get a craft tomorrow.”

Kate turned to me.

“Looks like you’re in for a fun night.” She said with a grin. “You’d better go tell Vince your new little friend came in the mail.”

I groaned, knowing she was right.

Vince had just finished his daily workout and was just getting out of the shower. I had heard the water shut off while Kate explained my new device to Maddie.

I walked to the bedroom door, and knocked softly three times.

“Come in” he said, to my disappointment.

I walked in, feeling like a kid going to the principal’s office. I stood a polite distance away with head bowed.

“Umm…sorry to interrupt Sir…I … err Kate thought Sir I should let you know that my new device arrived today.”

“Okay good…about time. Let’s see it.”

I ripped open the white paper and plastic, pulling out a soft felt bag that contained all the parts. I laid the pieces onto the dark brown surface of a dresser, the metal clicking against the faux wood laminate.

“Love how tiny it is” he said nonchalantly. He picked up the little hex tool. “Looks like another piece I’m going to need to take care of for you… can’t have you tempted to adjust the spikes yourself.”

“Yes Sir… thank you Sir…”

“How are you feeling about it, sissy?”

“I’m umm…a little scared Sir…”

“Good. I can’t even imagine putting something like that on my cock…not even for a second. But you… you’re going to wear it all day and all night…at your own mom’s suggestion!”

“Yes Sir…” I said very softly, blushing.

“Tell me why you need this new device.”

I fidgeted. “Yes Sir…umm… Sir I cannot control my… my erections… and I umm… please Sir if you would be willing to help me by locking me in this spiked device, I hope it will help me learn to control myself.”

His smile could barely contain his amusement.

“Good girl. Now go get a ziplock bag of ice. It’s time to introduce your little dicklet to it’s new home.”

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"Think I should let you cum before I lock you up in the new device?"

"Umm…no…no Sir"

"Good answer sissy"

Kate was in the bedroom now too, curious how the new metal device worked. I was naked except for my grey stockings, kneeling on the floor, fiddling with the key Vince had just give me. 

I couldn't stop shaking…somewhere between the excitement of actually having a few moments of freedom and the dread of the new device, my nervous system was a confused mess.

The plastic cage popped apart, and it felt unbelievable. I gasped, feeling my sissy penis spring to attention with unbridled optimism. I wanted so badly to touch it…give it just one good stroke…oh god I needed it so bad. 

"Sissy."

Vince's voice broke my frozen penile hypnosis.

"Ice it down, now."

"Yes Sir" I whimpered, grabbing the ziplock bag filled with crushed ice.

"No stroking…you have to earn your next date with your girlfriend."

Kate laughed, remembering the sight of me humping the bag of ice after finally earning an orgasm.

I buried my three inches into the crushed and crushing coldness, wincing at the tingles that instantly enveloped my tiny member.

He was a stubborn fighter, but eventually he lost the battle, shrinking down to a single shrivelled inch worm.

I slathered on some lube and slipped through the ball ring, and then sliding the head of my penis into it's new cozy home. Everything clicked together without too much drama- one of the few advantages of having a tiny penis.

"Stand up… let's see it" Vince commanded.

"It's kind of adorable" Kate said as I stood on display for them.

The threaded holes for the spike screws were still empty though. It was time for the less friendly side of the new device to be introduced to my sissy penis. Vince gave me the little plastic bag, and I started the process.

They went in a few turns without the use of the hex key, and it didn't take long to get all of them started.

Vince took the hex tool and sat down, motioning for me to come over. 

I stood very, very still as he tightened the screws down. I felt the tips gently touch the skin of my penis inside the metal cage. I didn't make any sound, just trying not to make eye contact with my wife as her lover made sure I would suffer for attempting an erection.

"There we go." Vince finally said, leaning back in his chair. "Does it hurt?"

I felt the outside of the cage with my left hand, feeling the slightly heavier weight of the new device relative to the old one.

"Not really Sir…it just feels a little tingly…the spike tips."

He nodded slightly. "Kate…why don't you help maid test out how well the new device works?"

She gave him an evil, knowing grin.

"Sure…happy to." She said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

Oh fuck….

Her blue flannel shirt opened in the front, revealing the black bra holding in her cleavage deliciously. She blew a little kiss at me, starting to sway her hips as she seductively pulled down the shirt.

It was so mesmerizing and so horrible as the spikes held up their end of the deal, making life hell for my unsuspecting little penis as it innocently tried to expand. It took only seconds for tears to form in the corners of my eyes, and I fell to my knees, unable to watch my wife as she gave me a striptease.

"Haaaa….." Vince bellowed as I whimpered, holding my caged penis with both hands and trying to will it to shrink somehow. I looked up at him with tears running down my cheeks.

"Please Sir…please…not quite as tight...oh god! Please!"

"Oh hell no" he replied, still laughing. 

Kate turned her attention to him, turning her striptease into a lap dance for him.

All I could do was whimper and cry as she gyrated above Vince's knees.

24

“Yaaaay!” The happy chorus erupting from my adorable daughters would have made the coldest scrooge begrudgingly smile. They giggled and clapped, bouncing on the couch.

“Spin, spin, spin!” Mary cheered.

I put my hands together above my head as gracefully as I could muster, and trying to spin on my toes.

Vince walked over to the couch and sat beside them, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes yes!” They bubbled, Maddie squeezing his arm and Mary snuggling her head against him on the other side

“Thank you so much for buying the ballerina dress!”

I hated him so much as I was ordered by my daughters to continue the show. The pink tights in the outfit he had bought for me fit surprisingly well. The ballerina slipper shoe things were completely ridiculous, and walking on my curled toes made me wonder how on earth anyone came up with the stupid idea. The fluffy pink skirt was appropriately silly, bouncing around comically as I tried to be a “ballerina” in the living room.

Vince laughed so loudly that Kate came in from the other room.

“Oh my God” she chuckled, shaking her head. Her tight t-shirt made her little baby bump clearly visible. It was one of the sights I had learned caused my little penis to swell; an occurrence I was painfully aware of each time now that my cage was lined with spikes.

This time was no different. I winced, looking away quickly and continuing my “ballet” performance, my penis pressing against the horrible little spikes as I pranced ridiculously around. I could feel the frills of the tutu bouncing up and down as I tried to find a way to preserve some shred of dignity.

I was eventually saved from having to continue the performance by Vince.

“Okay girls! Who’s hungry?”

“We want to keep watching the ballerina!” Maddie protested.

“Tell you what…” Vince answered calmly.

“This is the perfect chance to try out the new camera we bought for the maid.”

He pulled out his phone and pulled up the app to make sure it was working. The camera it streamed from was designed for monitoring pets, and even had a little speaker so the owner could talk to their pet even when away from the house.

Vince had installed the camera in my maid bedroom in the basement, and he could bring up the feed on his phone any time.

“There…look, it’s working great.” He turned to me.

“We’re going out to a restaurant. Go ahead and eat your maid dinner and use the restroom. You have ten minutes to do that, and then you will go to your room and continue dancing until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes Sir” I said, jumping to go get my evening meal of rice and spinach.

“Let’s get shoes and jackets on, girls.” I heard Vince say to my kids. “You can watch the ballerina show on my phone at the restaurant.”

His idea was met with enthusiasm as they jumped off the couch to get ready to leave for dinner.

Eight minutes later I was in my room. I looked up at the camera, moving a chair out of the way to make for a larger dancing space in the middle of the room.

I sighed, thinking about how the hell my life had gotten to this point. Unbelievable. Un fucking believable.

I’d better start dancing though.

I played some music just so I would have something to move to, and resumed my silly ballet routine. It was unnerving, not knowing if I was being watched. I bounced and twirled, alone in my little room. It was a level of humiliated loserness I didn’t want to let my mind dwell on.

Finally, what felt like an hour later, the cheap little speaker on the camera clicked on harshly, making me jump. There was static, and the unmistakable sound of the family laughing at me.

“Not bad…” Vince’s voice sounded thin coming out of the small speaker.

“We’ve got your performance streaming here at our table.”

I could hear the sound of my girls giggling. Vince’s voice was dripping with amused sarcasm.

“Our waitress thinks you have some real potential.”

Somehow I managed to die even a little more inside.

“Oh, and speaking of…looks like our dinner is here. Okay…just keep up your performance while we eat. It’s very entertaining.” Vince was laughing as the mic clicked off.

I was left alone again, knowing my performance was being watched. I was tired and angry, and my toes ached. I occasionally glanced angrily at the camera; a weak display of rebellion and frustration. I was about ready to give up and just accept later consequences when Vince voice came over the speaker.

“Good job ballerina, we’ve really been enjoying your dance recital. You’ve earned a break. Go ahead and find a nice corner to stand in now where I can see you.”

There was the sound of plates clanking against the table, accompanied by the more distant sound of the waitress and delighted responses from my kids.

“Ah…looks like dessert is here!” Vince said, clearly enjoying the fact that I would be standing in the corner wearing a tutu while he ate his dessert.

“Maddie and Mary both got brownies with ice cream and hot fudge, and Kate and I got the chocolate torte with salted caramel glaze. Looks pretty amazing. Anyway, have fun in the corner.”

The speaker clicked off.

I went to the corner on the opposite side of the room from the camera, where I knew Vince would have a clear view of me. I crossed my forearms behind my back, and took my very familiar position. I could see and almost taste what it would be like to be enjoying dessert with them.

My tutu pressed against the wall, causing slight friction with my groin. My tiny penis got the wrong idea entirely and started to swell. I whimpered, wiggling my ass and stomping the floor with my ballerina slippers in painful, helpless frustration.

25

“Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?”

Kate looked adorable sitting next to me in the car, her baby bump hugged by a tight grey t-shirt. I was reminded of the spikes lining my tiny penis, and forced myself to stop glancing over.

“Umm…no not really Miss.”

It was still a few weeks away, and I didn’t really dare get my hopes up. Vince was always a step ahead of me, and I was learning just to focus on obedience. Life was easier that way.

Kate could see my sissy mind turning.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure we can make it a special day.”

“Yes Miss, thank you.” I said as we pulled up to the small office building. Rows of evergreen bushes were punctuated invitingly by dogwoods optimistically showing spring growth.

We checked in with the receptionist.

“Doctor Hollis will see you in a few minutes, if you’ll just take a seat. No insurance change since your last visit?”

We shook our heads and found a faux leather couch.

Doctor Hollis had delivered our daughters, and become a family friend in the several years since then. She smiled wide as she swung the door open, her tight brown curls bouncing.

“Didn’t think I’d have the two of you back in here!” She said cheerily, gesturing for us to follow her back.

Kate got in position for the ultrasound, and Doctor Hollis held the wand as an assistant pushed buttons on a touchscreen beside her.

“Okay…” she lifted Kate’s shirt.

“Now the last time I talked to you two, you said you weren’t even considering increasing the size of your family. Was this a little happy but unintentional thing?”

She looked at me playfully, almost winking.

I looked at Kate, who was growing to enjoy watching me squirm in these kinds of uncomfortable positions far too much. Dr Hollis looked at her too, starting to feel somewhat genuinely confused herself.

Kate squeezed my hand.

“It’s okay honey, Dr Hollis will understand. Tell her everything.”

I swallowed. I should have realized this was going to happen. It was probably the reason Vince said he would take the girls on a special “daddy daughter date” and meet us at the clinic a little late. He wanted me to languish in the deepening quicksand of questions and confused looks without a life raft.

Better just to dive in than drag it out.

“Dr Hollis, I have never been the man Miss Kate deserves. You, uh…you probably already know this.”

She chuckled, realized the chuckle was impolite and stifled it. I kept talking.

“So, umm…I am no longer her…or I guess I should say, she has found a man who is her equal. And umm…the uh…the baby is his.”

The doctor stared at me, her lips pressed together in something between a smile and a pout, making sure I was serious.

“So wait….”

I waited.

“You’re telling me the baby isn’t yours…and you’re okay with that?”

I nodded, glancing at Kate.

“Yes…umm…definitely. I have completely accepted my new role in the family…and umm…”

“He’s our maid now” Kate jumped in. “And he is so so much better at that than he was at being a husband. And soon he’s going to be our nanny too!” She put a hand on either side of her tummy lovingly.

Dr Hollis’ mouth was open in shock, but I could already see the lines of her face forming into a mild condescension as she looked at me with curiousity and pity. I had learned to recognize the look as someone’s respect for me rapidly disappeared.

“Okay….so…is the baby’s father coming today too?”

“Oh, yes!” Kate beamed. “He’ll be here any minute. I can’t wait for you to meet Vince. You’re going to love him!”

She did love him. A few minutes later Vince walked in with authority, firmly shaking her hand and introducing himself, my daughters bouncing around him.

“Wow…” she gasped, somewhat unprofessionally I thought, taking in the situation.

“We’re going to get ice cream!” The girls squealed happily, bounding up to Kate. “Daddy said the maid is taking us!”

Dr Hollis’ mouth was frozen open in disbelief. I found the look kind of hot, and imagined my penis sliding between her lips. It was a horrible mistake, and I winced and looked away as the spikes bit in.

Vince looked at me. I cowered slightly as usual and bowed submissively.

“You heard them, maid. I’ll take care of things here now. You will take the girls to get frozen yogurt, and then go home and finish your cleaning and laundry. No changes in expectations today, understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. There will be consequences for slouching. Now run along.”

The doctor and her assistant watched in impressed disbelief as the strong man ordered me around and I left the office with my tail between my legs.

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Vince's cock slid slowly in…stopping halfway and slowly pulling back sensually as he teased my wife.

"Daddy…" she moaned, biting her lip. "Fuck me…"

His thick rod pushed back in. It was overwhelming. I shook, struggling so hard to stay soft. 

He grabbed her thigh, his strong fingers digging into her tight muscle, pulling her legs further apart so I would have a better view.

I watched in hopeless helpless jealousy as he flaunted his privilege of plowing my bride however he wanted and as often as he wanted while I cried, unable to even get a partial erection without excruciating pain.

"Thank me, loser."

I whimpered, shaking from the pain and wishing I could somehow flip a switch and make myself soft.

"Thank…thank you….oh fuck…" I winced, keeping my hands behind my back as instructed but bouncing up and down in a futile effort to lessen the pain.

They both laughed.

"Poor boy." Kate said as Vince finally pushed his thick cock all the way in very slowly. "Mean Mr Vince gets to fuck my soft pussy over and over and over every night, and little maid has to wiggle and try to stay all limp and soft."

"Keep going maid." Vince said, holding my wife's legs with both hands and starting to thrust with a bit more intent.

"Yes…thank, thank you Sir for…owwwww….for fucking Miss Kate…and for…fuck….for locking me, and helping me learn to control my erections."

It was turning Vince on humiliating me like this; torturing me while he enjoyed my wife. I knew I had to continue.

"Thank you Sir for…for getting her pregnant…" I dropped, hunching over from the brutal unrelenting pricks.

"….ahhhh….fuck fuck fuck….umm…and umm…thank you for letting me be the nanny for your baby…"

They were both moaning now. Kate's nails were dug into his ass cheeks, pulling him in with each thrust.

Tears were inevitable. I tried bravely to hold my position without faltering.

"You….you deserve Sir to have her and to breed her…and…and thank you Sir for giving me what I deserve."

Sex was usually a long affair between them, but in this moment they were escalating together rapidly.

I didn't know what else to say. It probably didn't matter much, but I didn't dare stop.

"Her pussy belongs to you Sir…her breasts belong to you Sir…"

I was crying now between phrases. They were in a pulsating trance. Kate screamed, Vince covered her mouth, and they came together in some kind of symmetric poetry, their hips grinding together sensually.

I knelt and sobbed softly, trying not to be a distraction and earn a bedtime whipping.

26

“Oh, Jason! You should definitely invite Jason.”

It was my birthday party, but it was my wife who was making the guest list, scribbling in her oversized planner with floral pattern cover.

“…and I know the neighbors are already planning on it…”

She chewed on the end of the blue plastic pen, he face scrunched adorably. It was a constant mental exercise for me, avoiding the bad habit of letting my eyes stray to her enlarging breasts and baby bump that grew a little every day. The genius of the spiked chastity cage meant my behavior was entirely self-correcting too. I had learned the hard way over and over and over a thousand times.

Kate spun in her chair.

“Ooh, I think Tim would be fun - do you guys still golf together?”

She looked at me, standing politely in my hotel maid uniform.

“Oh, right. Yeah I guess that would only work now if you were his caddie or attendant or something. Silly me…pregnancy brain!”

She giggled innocently.

“Okay, well…” she turned the lined paper towards me.

“What do you think?”

I looked over the list, which now had around thirty names; most of my closest friends from the past five or ten years.

“Thank you Miss for helping me so much with my birthday party plans.” I said softly, hesitating before continuing.

“But…to be honest with you Miss some of these are friends I would rather not have to … umm…you know…”

“You don’t want it to be like the office party, where you serve as maid the entire time…”

She said sweetly, knowingly.

I nodded silently.

“We’re way ahead of you sweetie - I already have the invitation template put together on the computer. All we have to do is add the names, print them out, and get them sent! I talk all about you and your new life as a housemaid in each invitation, along with a detailed list of the kinds of things that would make great birthday gifts for you! That way no one will be surprised at all when they get here. You can just be your sweet authentic maid self around them right away!”

Oh god…

“Umm…if it’s all the same Miss, I would really love just a quiet night for my birthday.…umm…maybe, I could just…watch a movie…and not have to do housework for one night. Err…no, I mean of course I’ll still do my work…just maybe no discipline…”

“Listen to yourself.” She cut me off. “How lame and sad and boring does that sound! No way. Your birthday needs to be fun and exciting, and all about you!”

She turned the planner back towards herself, my window of input over.

“And don’t worry, Vince has some really special things planned for you.”

She saw that I was starting to tremble, even though I was being smart enough not to protest.

“Oh honey, it won’t be like the Christmas party. Don’t you worry your little maid brain. I know Vince was really mean to you that night.”

I blushed, looking at the floor, remembering standing in front of everyone for “inspection”. I could hear the giggles and little jeers like it was yesterday.

“Aww honey.” Kate brushed my cheek. “That was really traumatic, wasn’t it?”

I nodded, almost crying at her sweet tone and the swirl of emotions I felt.

“Don’t worry baby, it won’t be like that.” She pulled back, looking at the list again.

“Honestly, I think you’ll be kind of blown away with how kind he is planning to be to you at your party. I didn’t believe him at first.”

I looked up, genuinely curious now.

“Tsk…no, no puppy eyes now…I can’t tell you anything more or I’ll end up getting a spanking and sent to the corner just like you always do!”

She grinned and chuckled lightheartedly.

“Just trust me.”

I nodded, curtsying and hoping to God she was somehow right. It was hard to imagine.

“Now then” she switched back to her more typical superior tone with me.

“Go get my laptop for me, and some of that massage oil from the bathroom. I want a foot rub while I finish putting together the invitations.”

27

I pulled the clear tape up, some of the polka dot wrapping paper tearing along with it and jumping on for the ride.

I didn’t care for the attention of the several dozen guests forming a sort of circle around me and watching me open my birthday presents.

The white box was long and fairly flat. I pulled up the lid and extricated the contents from white and pink tissue paper.

“Ooh, it’s so cute!” My friend Annie said, clasping her hands happily as I held up the frilly white apron with yellow and purple embroidery.

“That will go with almost anything” someone else chimed in.

“Practical too…” another voice faded in. “…with all your work around the kitchen.”

I thanked the Eldridges for their thoughtfulness and good taste, trying not to show my extreme discomfort in the situation.

I reached for a large, complicated gift bag, with a bunch of tissue paper barely managing to hide the irregularly shaped protrusions peaking out the top.

It was heavy. I rested it on my lap, carefully pulling back the first layer of tissue paper to reveal dark brown branches lined with optimistic little green leaves.

There were three potted plants - each with their root balls bundled neatly in coarse brown material. I couldn’t hide my confusion, and the gift givers piped up.

“That’s from us!” My friend Erin proclaimed happily. She squeezed her husband’s arm and continued cheerily.

“The invitation said you already had plenty of whips and canes and things like that, but James here had the brilliant idea to buy you these!”

I was perhaps now more confused than before she had spoken.

James chimed in. “Yeah, I remembered when I was a kid, and when I was acting up my dad would have me go fetch a switch from along the woods. Scariest thing, you know? Had to go march through the yard and pick out a stick for him to whip me with.”

He looked at his wife, smiling. I was so jealous.

“Anyway, reading about how Vince disciplines you and all, it just made me think of all that. So I called my dad, and he laughed and said those were called nannyberry bushes. Crazy, right? Since you’re a nanny and maid and all.”

I did not allow myself to roll my eyes.

He continued happily recounting.

“So I found this nursery that carries them, and here we are! Perfect time of year to plant them, and these hybrids grow real fast, so they should have branches long enough for Vince to use on you by next year, or maybe even this fall. Trust me, those switches hurt like hell. And the walk to go get them is super effective too.”

He was so proud of himself.

I bobbed my head and thanked them both.

There were practical gifts too; a backpack with compartments for bottles and diapers, an infant carrier sling, and dish cloths and scrubbers. It was sweet and thoughtful, and also somehow infinitely patronizing seeing all the gifts my friends had bought me for my new position in life.

Maybe most surprising was Annie, one of my sweetest and I thought most innocent friends. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, leaving only the ends to show their wavy personality. She smiled wide as I pulled her gift from the pile. It was by far the tallest, but also very thin.

I peeled back the beautifully wrapped paper, expecting some kind of framed art.

It was certainly artistic, but definitely not a painting. It was a white board of sorts, with what looked like handmade painted wood strips carefully glued on to form an almost spreadsheet-looking grid. There were cute little additions, like a colorful painted marker holder, and a miniature eraser attached by twine. The edges were lined with felt flowers and animal cutouts.

“So…” she started, leaning forward and placing her hand on my wrist in a friendly, excited gesture.

“As soon as I got the invitation I called Kate, because it was all just such a new concept to me. But she told me all about the new arrangement, and how wonderful and amazing it was, and it just made me so happy! I think all of us have known for a long time that you’re probably a better fit for something like this than…you know…like what Vince is.”

She looked around the room for a second, receiving affirming nods and murmurs. She turned to Kate for a moment.

“And when Kate told me about the chart the kids use to help you behave, I just immediately fell so in love with the idea!”

She moved her hand to turn the modified whiteboard towards herself a little as she explained the setup.

“Up here at the top Kate and Vince are going to draw pictures of whichever punishments they choose for each week. And don’t worry…it can always be kid appropriate…so like for corner time they can just draw a clock, and for spankings just like a little paddle or cane or whatever, and I know Kate said sometimes you need your little…you know…things down there smacked…so that could just be like a little crying face or something.”

I just stared at the chart, speechless.

“Ooh, and I already talked to Vince about it.” She continued.

“He said he would mount it somewhere low enough that in a few years the new baby will even be able to use it!”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes as I thanked her, my mouth struggling to form coherent syllables.

“You are so so welcome!” She beamed happily.

“Happy birthday!”

28

The circle of friends clapped, the last of the gifts opened, and me sitting in the center unsure what to do next.

I was surrounded by a pile of baby supplies, maid and nanny outfits, and a random selection of punishment implements and accessories.

My wife jumped up.

“Okay, now don’t go anywhere. We’ve saved the best for last!”

With that she sprang towards the bedroom, her blue and white dress swinging playfully around her, returning moments later with a card and a small box.

“It’s from us.” She said sweetly, handing it to me before sitting back down next to Vince and nestling her arm under his.

I reached to open the card.

“Oh, hold on…” Kate looked up to Vince to double-check. “Maybe open the box first.”

I laid the card on my lap and started working on the opaque beige ribbon tied around the box. The maroon lid slid up gracefully, revealing the box’s contents, resting inside on black satin.

There they were…

I leaned back, my lungs refusing to work correctly. I held my hand over my mouth, jaw open.

Draped on the black satin inside the box was a gold chain holding both of the keys to my spiked chastity device; and next to them rested the little black hex key used to adjust the spikes.

I looked at Kate, and then to Vince. Why both keys?

“Okay maid…” Vince said with a wry smile. “I know it’s a little overwhelming imagining your cage coming off…”

Everyone laughed.

“Read the card sweetie.” Kate encouraged.

I switched my attention to the card, not allowing myself to be too excited. I was able to take a deep breath as I slid the card out of it’s envelope.

“Read it out loud” Kate said a little softer.

“Yes Miss.”

The outside said “Happy Birthday Maid” in what looked like handwritten calligraphy.

I opened to the inside and cleared my throat to read the message.

“For your birthday, we are giving you a very special choice.”

My chest tightened again. I forced myself to speak up as I continued reading so that everyone could hear.

“You can choose to go back to an almost completely vanilla life - wearing whatever you want, and no more having to obey us and being disciplined at our discretion. No more enforced chastity, and you can spend your money however you like.”

I gasped, unable to even process that reality. There were uncertain murmurs around the room as I slowly continued.

“If you choose that option, you can unlock yourself immediately and keep the keys.”

Everyone was on the edge of their seats. I could feel the tension.

“Your other choice is to right now, in front of your closest friends, demonstrate that you completely accept and embrace your new role in the family.”

My stomach wobbled, and I felt lightheaded. This was the last thing I was expecting. The room was dead silent.

My keys. Those precious, horrible, unbelievably important little pieces of metal. At this moment they represented so much. I imagined the incredible relief of unlatching the cruel spiked device and sliding it free. God that sounded amazing…

And the freedom to do anything I wanted…no more long hours in the corner, no more slaving in the kitchen and laundry room in the hopes of avoiding a spanking…

I looked around the room. It felt like everyone was holding their breath. No one said a word.

I felt like I might cry.

“…demonstrate that you completely accept and embrace your new role…” the card said.

I swallowed the enormous lump in my throat and stood up.

My dark blue maid dress had two clasps in the back. I reached to undo them both, sliding the straps down over my shoulders and letting the dress fall to my ankles.

I unbuttoned my white blouse next, pulling it off and laying it on the floor neatly.

All that was left were my panties, white stockings, and black shoes. I caught Annie’s eyes just for a moment as I bent to lower my panties to the floor. I felt the familiar deep twist of the blade as the humiliation sank in.

I stood just for a moment, wearing nothing but spiked chastity device, stockings and shoes, before picking up the keys and spike tool from the box and stepping forward a few feet from Vince and my wife.

Vince just smiled knowingly as I lowered myself slowly to kneel at their feet.

I held the keys and spike tool on my open palms and lifted my hands up in front of me, offering them to Vince as I lowered my gaze to the floor at his feet.

“Please Sir…take these…” I said softly, breaking the hushed silence.

“I want to obey and serve, and I understand if you decide I should never be unlocked again.”

He lifted them from my open hands without saying anything.

“And please Sir, if you approve, I would like to have my spikes tightened.”

“I can do that for you maid. Stand up.”

I rose, lifting my hands above my head and wincing as he grabbed my cage and started the process of tightening each of the little spikes. It was a sort of ritual, with my friends there to witness. Tears started flowing as my tiny penis expanded slightly. I cried from the pain, and the humiliation, and the relief.

He leaned back, happy with his work, and slid the keys and hex tool into his pocket. Kate smiled and kissed his cheek as he put his arm around her.

I curtsied and bobbed, little tears trickling down my cheeks.

“Thank you Sir.”

It was like a pressure valve had been released. The room erupted in applause. I felt an overwhelming cocktail of emotions. I bobbed my head in gratitude, turning to a little stack of used dishes on the bar and taking them to the sink.

I was a maid, and there was work to be done.

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For almost five years Annie had been my sweetest and most sincerely understanding coworker. It maybe shouldn't have been as surprising then that her same sincere helpfulness would translate into a mildly overbearing helpfulness at my birthday party.

"Here...let me help you tie that."

She took the strings of the new apron the Eldridges had given me and helped tie them into place behind my back. It did feel nice, the personal attention she was giving me. She was of course completely off limits to me in every way, but I had spent many afternoons at the office dreaming of her sweet lips wrapped around my little dick, or her playful auburn curls sprawled on a pillow beneath me as she spread her legs for me.

Those thoughts were pretty far from me now. I turned back towards her so that my bare butt cheeks weren't directed at her any longer than necessary. I wished I wouldn't have asked Vince whether I was allowed to put my clothes back on.

"Aww...that's adorable!" Annie said, smiling. She seemed sincere, and I could tell her eager curiosity was fully engaged by my unusual situation. Her helper personality didn't know how to be channeled in this setting though.

"What else do you need? Can I help?"

It's hard to explain that what you need is just to obey and be told what to do without it feeling as if they're doing your bidding in some twisted way.

"I umm..."

Oh my God she looked so good. I had to try and focus on the wall behind her to distract myself from her slender face framed perfectly by her thick curls. 

"It's kind of like...well, I mostly just...I mean, first thank you Miss you are so considerate. Maybe we could..."

I remembered her gift - the new punishment chart.

"Maybe we could find a place to hang the new chart you made for me...if you like Miss."

"Ooh, that sounds great!" 

Her cheery enthusiasm was completely contagious as she clapped her hands in front of her delicious pink lips.

We found a spot close to the dinner table. She held it against the wall for me.

"What do you think?"

"It looks good Miss. I can't think of a better spot really."

"I think it looks great here! Maybe after you serve dinner in the evenings you can stand by your chart and be ready to add to it if anyone says you've been naughty."

I blushed. She was really just embracing this whole thing.

"Umm...yes Miss I'm guessing that is how it will often work."

She looked around the room.

"You know, I'm guessing we should find Vince, right? You probably aren't, you know...like, you don't seem like the type that can handle tools very well."

"Umm...yes Miss...I can go find him."

Vince was in the middle of a group of five coworkers. They were all laughing about something. I stood politely just outside the circle, hands folded in front of my new apron. I just stood there in silence for a few minutes before someone finally noticed me.

"It's the birthday boy!"

A few claps, and the circle opened. I curtsied, head bowed.

"Umm...Sir...if umm...please if you could mount the chart Miss Annie made for me Sir I would be very grateful."

"No problem, maid." Vince said, setting down his drink.

"Go fetch my tools from the basement and show me where you want it hung."

I scampered away to chuckles, and when I returned there was a small crowd standing around to watch the miniature spectacle. I stood with them and watched as Vince and Annie hung my new chart. They decided to position it high enough for adults to comfortably use, and I was instructed to find a small stool for the kids to use so they could reach too.

Vince took a good natured and goofy bow when they were finished, which was met with laughter and applause.

"Hey, we should use it!" Someone piped up over the applause trail. That sentiment was met with a lot of positive response.

Annie looked at me.

"What do you think?"

I looked around at the faces of my friends and coworkers, now all fixed on me.

"Err...I don't know if it's fair, with...since I haven't really..."

Annie cut me off.

"I don't believe you, maid."

I wasn't ready for that. I just looked at her as she picked up a dry erase marker.

"I think deep down what you really want is to show all of us just how much you need this chart and the discipline it represents.

"Umm...yes...err...I suppose I..."

"Maid. Tell me what kind of discipline you need tonight."

She was already drawing in the first category. It was a very well-drawn little padlock. 

"That one's easy. What about the second slot?"

I squirmed.

"Maybe...umm...Miss I don't know if..."

Vince gave me the look. 

"Umm...I mean...the uh...the paddle please Miss Annie. Or no, the umm...the wooden cane." I said, remembering the similar gift concept from the Eldridges.

"I think we can do even better!" Annie chimed.

"We'll have you go find the best thing in the woods that you think will sting your little bottom. If it isn't good enough you'll have to try again."

"Umm...yes Miss. Thank you Miss."

"Yay!" She said, drawing a crude little stick.

"And for the third one...how about..."

Everyone laughed as she drew in a pair of testicles.

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I could hear the muffled sounds of the party continuing without me as I fished around the woods for a stick. I grabbed one a few feet long, with it's bark peeling off in curled swaths.

I gave it a little test swat across my thigh. The stick broke in two immediately.

Maybe...

I moved to the edge of the row of trees, where a bush with white flowers had grown almost as tall as me. Maybe the trick was to find a switch that was still alive. 

None of the branches would break off for me though, and I had to get clippers from the shed.

I finally got a branch clipped off, and stripped all the leaves. I whipped it around the air, enjoying the little swishing sound. I imagined what it would feel like to be like Vince...so confident and in control. How fun would it be to invade another man's house and take his wife...and then enjoy taking your time whipping his little ass in front of his friends...

My stomach sank and I came back to reality. I tested the switch on my thigh. This one didn't break. It sliced surprisingly painfully. I winced. Maybe I should cut a smaller one, or maybe bigger...

No..

I swallowed, already feeling the burn as I marched slowly back into the house.

"Well that took long enough." Vince remarked, holding his beer as I gave him the freshly cut switch.

"I'm very sorry Sir" I said, curtsying ridiculously with head bowed.

"Please Sir if I may have additional punishment for my ineptitude."

"Sure thing sissy."

Annie giggled. "Adorable."

She erased the X from the cane square on my new chart as I bent over. My mind went back to the thought of how powerful I would feel if I were the one holding the cane instead of being the one bending over.

I had become good at holding a proper caning position, if nothing else. I wondered if anyone appreciated just how difficult it is to hold your back straight with legs slightly spread as your bare ass is completely lit up. I squealed as my body screamed for me to fight back and my body told me to be a good fucking bitch and take it politely. 

My mind won. I thanked him after each stroke. He took sips of beer between slices. Exhausting work, covering a loser's ass in bright red welts.

"You're good." Annie said sincerely.

For a split second I thought she was talking to me, and I felt a little surge of sissy pride, even as tears formed at the edges of my eyes.

She was of course talking to Vince.

It was thoroughly deflating. Of course he was good at it. Just like he was good at fucking everything. 

"Oh...here..." She cooed softly, probably seeing my tears.

"Can we give maid a break?"

She ran her fingers very softly over the little sensitive ridges formed on my ass by the switch.

"Poor baby. Does it hurt really bad?"

"Yes Miss" I answered, determined to stop the tears.

"But you need to be whipped, right? You mean it when you thank Vince for disciplining you?"

I nodded, still bent over. She nodded sympathetically, still softly stroking my whipped backside.

"I kind of want to know what it feels like." She said softly into my ear as she crouched beside me.

I hadn't seen that coming, and I had no idea how to respond. I half-mumbled something incoherent. 

She ignored it.

"Do you think I can ask him?" She asked, sounding almost breathless.

It hurt seeing her wanting to submit to him so much.

I remained bent over and nodded.

"Sir...I would like to request a whipping as well." She said, looking up at Vince with wide eyes as he finished his beer.

He looked down at her, almost as surprised as me. He waited a few moments to answer, their eyes locked.

"Pants and panties around your ankles...then bend over beside the maid."

He said with measured command.

"Yes Sir"

I would have given almost anything to have this angel bend over for me. 

She did as she was told, starting to unbutton her jeans. I was suddenly given a sharp slice to my ass without warning.

"Don't start at her, maid." Vince said tersely. The view of Annie stripping was for him and the other partygoers, not the maid. I whimpered and stared at the floor. It sucked knowing she was partially naked right there beside me and I couldn't even glance.

Replaced epi-bonus 03

A good punishment leaves you with very few options; forcing you to struggle with what you are experiencing, but ultimately accept it and tie forever in your mind the unpleasantness with the transgression that brought it on. 

Knowing this didn't help the dread I was experiencing in the slightest. I held the very familiar "I've been naughty" position - arms crossed behind my back, legs shoulder-width, torso bent over parallel to floor, facing straight down.

"I swear, this is the thousandth time I've walked in here, and the girls' rooms are an absolute disaster." Kate fumed.

"Girls" Vince uttered calmly but loud enough for my daughters to hear. I heard their little footsteps scampering up from the bottom of the stairs. 

Vince spoke to them kindly but firmly.

"Remember how we've talked about it being your responsibility to keep your rooms clean?"

"Yes daddy" they chimed together innocently.

"Okay good, but I need you both to work on remembering every day. The maid is supposed to remember too, but it's your responsibility to make sure the maid is remembering to do it's job, okay?"

"But sometimes maid doesn't listen to us." Mary said a little defensively.

"Kate and I talked about that, and we're going to be making sure that doesn't happen any more." Vince said with a serious edge to his voice. I squirmed and felt the lump in my throat grow.

"If the maid disobeys you again, next time just send it to the corner right away and come get one of us and we'll take care of it."

He looked over towards me. "I don't think that's going to be happening again any time soon though.

I whimpered pathetically and started shaking, hearing the tone of his voice.

"Okay, if we're all clear, you can go back to playing now." He said, his voice warming again.

"Yes daddy, thank you daddy" they chimed as they bounced back down the stairs, oblivious to or uninterested in the ordeal I was about to experience.

"Thank you Vince" Kate said sweetly, her voice calming. I could never understand why seeing the girls' rooms a little unkempt bothered her so much, but Vince's presence always seemed to center her somehow. He reached and gave her hand a little affirming squeeze, and she smiled back sweetly. 

"Now, what do you think... Ready to go ahead and take care of this situation with the maid?"

He said with warm authority.

The icy chill in her voice as she replied yes made me shiver. All business.

"Okay good." Vince said, letting go of her hand.

"I'll show you a few little tricks to make the punishment memorable for it so you can take care of it yourself next time if you feel like it."

"Okay good. I'm ready to learn."

My wife spoke with a confident determination - ready to learn how to effectively and creatively punish me.

Vince slid into the adjoining bathroom for a second, reappearing with a hairbrush and a bar of soap.

"Okay, believe it or not, these two can make for an unforgettable experience for the maid."

He flipped the hairbrush in the air, catching it again by the handle.

"Here, smack it against your palm and feel how much it stings."

Kate gave her own hand a little crack, and I winced at the sharp sound. She grinned at Vince. 

"That's gotta hurt like hell."

Vince chuckled and pulled her to where she could see the sink.

"Take the soap and give it a good lather. Make it slippery and sudsy."

I could hear the tap water splashing as he rubbed the bar of soap under it and I whimpered involuntarily. They weren't looking, but I realized I was being lazy holding my punishment position and had raised my torso slightly. I quickly snapped back so that my face was directly facing the floor. My back ached from the awkward position, even with the many hours of practice I had accumulated as the housemaid.

They came back around the corner. Water and glistening bubbles plopped to the floor from the soap in Vince's hand as he walked the few steps to stand beside me. His crotch hovered intimidatingly beside my head. I just looked at the floor and wished I could fast forward time.

"Maid, I'm going to give you fifty with the brush."

I felt Vince hold the back of my head as he spoke, followed by the bar of soap brought down with the other hand to my mouth. 

His voice was measured and firm.

"You will hold the soap between your lips. If it slips out your fifty start over. If you move your fifty start over. If you use your teeth the fifty start over."

He shoved the bar of soap between my lips. I immediately pressed my lips against it, determined not to let it slip.

He stepped back, flipping up my maid dress and yanking my panties down to my thighs. It was enough to jostle me just a little bit, and the soap slid an inch down before I could catch it by pressing my lips even harder. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. I could taste the soap suds already lathering my mouth.

Without warning the blows fell from the sky, peppering my bare ass like dive bombers. Despite my training I lurched, letting out a little weak squeal, and shooting the soap to the floor. It bounced and slid, spinning as it came to rest near Kate's feet.

I groaned, my lips coated in lather, and my ass burning. Kate picked up the bar of soap, promptly losing control of it as it slipped from her hands and plopped back to the floor. They both laughed as she tried again, this time managing to hang on to it and feed it back into my mouth. I gagged as my bride gave it a little shove in.

"Try harder this time." She said, and Vince started round two.

I squeaked and squealed into the soap as he obliterated my ass with the hairbrush. I lost track of how many smacks I had taken, with every fiber of my being focused on holding my position and keeping the soap in place. 

When the blows stopped, I was trembling from head to toe, letting out pathetic little sobs and drooling suds onto the floor.

"Good job maid." Vince said casually, reaching to pull the soap from between my lips. I gasped in relief as he took it, my jaw making a cracking sound. He held the soap up to examine it in the light coming in from the window.

"Sorry maid - I really thought you might get off easy there."

I started shaking my head weakly, whimpering, knowing what he was going to say.

"I see teeth marks."

I ran my tongue along my front teeth and felt the little bits of residue still lodged on them. He was right. 

"Feeling a little dry now too." He said as he went back to the bathroom and ran it under the water again. He rubbed it between his strong hands as he walked back. I cried and felt sick as I forced myself to take it between my lips and clamp onto it for dear life.

"Here - you give it a shot." Vince said playfully to my wife as he gave her the hairbrush.

I heard the sound of her smacking her own palms again with it as she moved behind me and prepared to dish out another round.

My sobs were lower and more gutteral as she took her turn spanking me. The pace was slower, although she put her full arm swing into each blow. I felt the soap again slowly slipping from my mouth, and I cried desperately as my wife blistered my bare ass. It was a horrible, helpless feeling as the slick little block gently eased further and further, until I was finally hanging on by the last possible edge. 

The spanking stopped, and I was left shaking, my jaw clenched, crying pathetically.

"One more honey..." My wife said in feigned sweetness.

"Do you want me to give it to you right away, or should I wait a little bit?"

I squirmed and moaned, helplessly feeling the soap slipping. It would be gone any second.

"What's that sweetie? I couldn't quite make that out. Did you say you wanted a little break?"

I sobbed, broken and helpless, and moaned a weak "no" as I shook my head.

At the last possible moment, I was saved by a resounding smack across my left cheek from the paddle. I let out a surprised yelp as she gave me the hardest spank she could muster. It hurt like hell. The soap bounced to the floor, leaving a trail of drool and suds.

"Fifty" she said with satisfaction as I remained bent over with legs spread, my ass on fire. 

The disgusting taste and feel of soap was overwhelming. Vince told me to stand and face them.

"Thank you for my discipline Sir" I said with tears running down my cheeks and blending with the soapy bubbles all over my face. The urge to run to the bathroom and wash the disgusting taste out of my mouth was overwhelming. I bounced and fidgeted, trying to maintain my composure.

"You're welcome maid." He said casually. 

"Now run and bring me duct tape and a cup of rice. You may not stop on the way."

I bobbed a little awkward curtsy, gingerly pulling my panties up far enough to allow me to scamper down the stairs. I wanted so badly to stop at a sink and spit, but I didn't dare disobey. It would mean starting the ordeal over.

When I made it back with the duct tape and rice, Kate was gently stroking Vince's arm. I looked down, knowing it was inappropriate for me to interrupt them.

"Go kneel beside the sink in the bathroom and wait, maid." Vince said.

The sink tortured me as I knelt, wanting more than anything to stream water all over my face and rinse all the disgusting soap away.

After a few quiet moments, I heard soft mouth sounds from the adjoining room; little lip smacking noises, followed by slurps, and the gentle brush of skin against skin. There was a rhythm to it, and it was getting louder and less controlled. 

With a sinking feeling I realized Kate was giving him a blowjob. I felt the soapy residue in my mouth, realizing I could be kneeling and waiting for a while. I had to either swallow or let everything drool down my chin. 

As the sloppy sounds of my wife giving Vince a blowjob escalated, all I could do was kneel in silence, feeling the burn of my blistered ass as soapy drool oozed continually from my lips.

I cried softly, helplessly.

Vince was enjoying himself. I didn't blame him. His deep moans soon mixed with the sounds of my wife's lips and tongue on his thick cock. 

Finally, mercifully, I heard Vince say "good girl", followed by the sound of his zipper pulling back up. I straightened my back and held the best position I could. 

Vince was still adjusting his pants as he rounded the corner. 

"Okay maid. Time to finish your lesson." His voice no longer had the same edge to it; almost business-like now.

"You have been disrespectful towards and disobedient of the girls. I want you to think about that for a while longer."

I noticed he was holding the horrible bar of soap again.

He dropped it to the ground and proceeded to step on it with his heel, pressing down his full weight. It squished and separated into a little mashed group of pieces.

"Maid, squeeze all of that into your mouth." 

I groaned, my lips trembling, knowing protest would only make it worse. The lumps of soap were now gooey and falling apart. The taste as it all mushed against my tongue was overwhelming and disgusting. I gagged and grimaced.

"Good. Now hand me the tape."

I picked up the roll of dict tape and handed it to him.

He ripped off a piece and with horror I understood perfectly how this was going to work.

I started crying again, shaking my head as he held the tape in front of me.

"Close your mouth, maid."

The tape was pressed firmly against my lips and cheeks. The soap filling my mouth wasn't going anywhere.

My tongue danced around in horror with nowhere to escape. I knew as my mouth created more saliva the lather would just get worse and worse.

"I can see you understand what this is going to be like for you." He said quietly. I nodded.

"Good. While you're gargling soap, I want you to remember what happens when you are a disrespectful maid."

I nodded weakly, tears flowing very freely.

"Now, give me the rice."

I lifted the cup to him, shaking. 

He stepped back. 

"And you have failed to keep these rooms up to Kate's standards. I want you to think about how you have failed while you clean these up."

With that, he turned and started taking handfuls of rice and throwing them all over the floor. 

"You are going to pick up every grain. If you miss one you get to do it all over again, got it?"

I whimpered pathetically and nodded.

He was thorough, taking handfuls and sending them forcefully under beds and into the recesses of the closets.

"All right, that should keep you busy for a while. We won't be having my more issues with your behavior after this either I don't think."

I shook my head, sobbing softly and feeling incredibly sorry for myself as some bubbly suds slid down my throat.