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Philip was running out of time, he knew that he needed to be dressed and ready to greet his wife, Vanessa at 6pm, it was 5-15 and he was still 10 minutes from home. Finally his car drew into the drive and he rushed into their large house and up to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. He shaved his face and checked his body was hairless. Moving quickly down the hall to the bedroom, he was surprised to find a lock on the door so that he couldn't get in, but then he remembered that Vanessa had arranged to have some internal security locks fitted to the doors. She would have a key to give him later. Just then he spied a post-it note on the door-frame. 'I've put your "Lisa" stuff in the spare room, Vanessa.' They had inherited the house from Vanessa's family and it was too large for the two of them. More than a century old, the house had lots of spare bedrooms and even rooms for staff below the level of the ground floor. They had mothballed most of the spare rooms apart from one large bedroom which they kept fresh for guests. When he got to the spare room he noticed that Vanessa had taken his female clothes out of their suitcase and hung them up in the cupboards. He smiled, reflecting on how she must be getting more comfortable with his dressing. The first thing that he did, as always, was to lock his penis away. The chastity device consisted of a steel cylinder about 3 inches long with the end closed off with a rounded cage. The cylinder just barely fitted over his penis when it was soft. At the top of the cylinder were two short thin metal chains, one on each side. Philip pulled them tight around his hairless balls and fastened them together at the rear with a tiny padlock. Vanessa kept the key to this lock in her purse. He had already decided what underwear to wear and he fastened a tight black satin suspender belt round his thin waist and rolled silk stockings up his legs. Fastening the stockings to the suspenders so that they stopped just 2 inches below his crotch, he sat on the large guest room bed and swished his legs round in the air, watching the silk glisten in the light. Having no time to play, he quickly pulled on the matching gaff thong which hid his penis perfectly and fastened on a c-cup bra with breast-forms. He pulled out the black satin maid's uniform and pulled it over his head, his hands reaching behind it to pull up the zip. The uniform was hand-made to his size and still fitted perfectly - the cut being just low enough, but not too low and the puffy shoulders giving him a more feminine figure. He pulled up the net petticoat which made the skirt of the maid's dress balloon out and sat down to do his make up. Philip applied foundation and a little rouge, eye shadow, eye-liner, black mascara on his already long eye lashes and red lipstick. Smacking his red, pouting lips together at the mirror, he smiled and placed his straight brown wig over his head. 5-55 pm, he had no time to lose so he buckled the one inch thick leather collar around his neck, stepped into his high heeled shoes and rushed to the front door to wait for his wife, his mistress. As Philip, now fully transformed into Lisa, stood there expectantly, she eagerly wondered what task her mistress would ask her to perform tonight, how she would mess it up, and what her punishment might be. Maybe Vanessa would use the riding crop again, or maybe this time she had bought a strap-on like Lisa had always begged her to. Lisa's mind drifted off to the image of a strap-on punishment from her mistress and she felt her ass tingle at the thought. She was brought back to earth by the sound of Vanessa's car pulling into the driveway. Through the glass by the door he watched her long legs swing out of the car and walk up to the door. When she reached it, Lisa swung the door wide and held it open for her, her head bowed. 'Good evening mistress' she said in her most feminine voice and, holding her skirts, she performed a low curtsy. Vanessa sighed, 'Good evening, Lisa.' as she walked in, took off her coat and handed it to the maid. Vanessa took the clips out of her long flame red hair letting it fall as Lisa turned round to face her. 'Okay, let's have a look at your uniform.' Lisa stood to attention as Vanessa straightened the sleeves of her uniform and turned the maid round to face the wall. This uniform inspection was one of the highlights of Lisa's nights as a maid, but she knew Vanessa thought it was a bit silly. 'Pull up your skirt, good those stockings seem straight. Okay turn around; let's check out your make-up.' Lisa faced Vanessa who studied her face closely. Vanessa had never actually found a particular problem with Lisa's make-up, sometimes she had ordered her to go and do it all again, but she had never actually pointed anything out. Because of this, Lisa was very surprised when Vanessa took a tissue, wet it with her tongue and started to fix the edge of Lisa's eye liner. Having finished fixing her make-up, Vanessa stood back and took in the whole effect. 'Stand up straight!' Lisa stood bolt upright at the unexpected command. Vanessa studied her from the front, then from the left in profile. 'Tummy in, stick your butt out... good. You know, I never really thought about it in this way before, but you're actually quite a convincing maid. Actually quite a pretty girl.' Lisa blushed and smiled uncertainly - this wasn't how things normally went. At this point, Vanessa would normally walk down the hall into the living room and fling herself on the sofa to watch TV. Lisa would have to scurry after her and wait in silence. Finally after a few minutes, Lisa would summon up the courage to clear her throat and Vanessa would sigh and set her on some chore around the house without really paying any attention to her until she (deliberately) smashed a plate or spilt something on the floor, or on Vanessa. Vanessa would then get angry and then what Lisa was really after, her punishment, would begin. Tonight though, she continued to act out of routine. Remaining with Lisa by the front door, she actually looked her in the eyes, smiling while she gave her orders. 'Okay, tonight, I would like you to go and.... well you can dust the dining room.' Vanessa moved closer to Lisa and touched her cheek. 'I have a little surprise for you around 7.' Lisa smiled up at her, overjoyed at this new enthusiasm for her dressing. She grabbed her duster and rushed off to the back of the house to make a start on the dining room. As she dusted the ornaments on the sideboard, Lisa contemplated what Vanessa might have in store for her. Maybe she had bought a new outfit, or a new crop to thrash her worthless maid with. No, she must have gone and bought a strap-on, it was the only thing that could explain the change in her behaviour. As Lisa dusted she wondered what it would it feel like to be powerless and at the mercy of her mistress's own strap on. From the dining room she wasn't able to hear what was going on in the living room and she wondered if Vanessa was trying it on for size right now. Lisa shuddered as a delightful tingle of anticipation ran through her body. The hour passed quickly and at 6-55 Lisa decided she couldn't wait any longer and she scurried back to the living room. Standing outside she heard voices coming from the TV as she straightened her skirt and stocking tops. Finally she knocked on the door. She heard the TV become silent and after a short pause, Vanessa called for her to come in. She opened the door and saw Vanessa sat opposite with her legs crossed sipping a drink. She moved into the room and performed her curtsy. 'I've finished the dining room like you asked, mistress.' Vanessa smiled and put down her drink 'Thank-you, Lisa.' she raised her eyes to the fireplace behind Lisa. 'You see, she's very subservient.' Lisa felt her stomach lurch and her knees become week as she realised there was somebody standing behind her. Vanessa raised her eyebrows, grinning. Lisa took a deep breath and turned round to see a man standing by the fire. She had to fight to control her bladder. Her hands moved to cover her face as she rushed back towards the hall but he had already anticipated her escape attempt and was stood in front of the closed door before she could get there. 'Don't rush away, Lisa, your wife hasn't finished yet!' He grinned. Lisa felt the blood run from her face, Vanessa had actually let a man come round when she was dressed, clearly explained the situation to him and here he was making fun of her and stopping her from leaving the room. The dark haired man was about Lisa's height, but he was wearing a T-shirt which showed that he was much more muscular than her. 'Oh, don't tease her like that Mr. Collins, be nice.' Vanessa said in an amused tone. 'Let me out.' ordered Lisa between clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of the stranger's feet, too humiliated to look him in the eyes. She was shaking as she made a fist with her hand and struck out at him, only to have him catch her wrist in the air. He twisted her arm round behind her back and roughly threw her forward into the centre of the room and she let out an embarrassing yelp as she fell onto her hands and knees facing Vanessa. Vanessa watched Collins check out her exposed behind. Lisa caught her breath quickly and knelt up to face Vanessa who was smiling back at her calmly. Lisa's head was spinning and she moved closer to Vanessa on her knees. 'Lisa, I would like you to meet Mr. Collins.' 'Vanessa, what's... he... what are you...?' she implored. 'Now Lisa, spit it out, please.' Lisa glanced to see if the man was still guarding the door, still without looking him in the eyes. 'Tell... tell him to let me out... now!' Vanessa's smile evaporated and was replaced by an icy expression. 'Lisa, that's enough! Now you know you are only allowed to speak when you are spoken to!' 'But you've got to...' 'ENOUGH I SAID! Not only do you fail to greet our guest properly, you seem to have forgotten who's in charge! Anyway, I've locked all your male clothes away, so I don't know where you intend to go dressed like that.' bellowed Vanessa. The room fell silent for a moment. Lisa's arms crossed her chest as she clutched her shoulders, desperately looking left and right to find some way of covering her vulnerability. She suddenly noticed that her skimpy outfit did little to protect her from the cold. A draft of icy air was coming from under the door, right from where that man was stood and blowing straight up her skirts to her virtually bare ass. Lisa shivered. 'Right then,' said Vanessa, starting to get up 'let's go and see how she did in the dining room.' She started walking towards the door but paused next to where Lisa was kneeling on the rug and looked down. 'Well, come on then Lisa.' 'Vanessa, what's going on, what are you doing?' 'If you get up and come with us you'll find out, won't you?' Lisa scowled up at her. Vanessa lent down to whisper in her ear 'Don't give me any trouble, Lisa, I already let you get away without curtsying to him.' Lisa's eyes met hers. 'What, and you expect me to be grateful for that?' hissed Lisa. Vanessa paused for a second then shrugged, nodded and started up again towards the door. She stopped at the door and looked round. 'And from what happened a few seconds ago, I'm sure that if you don't want to come with us, Mr. Collins can easily make you.' Lisa watched Collins glare across the room to her, menacingly. She got up quickly and made her way round him towards Vanessa, who started off down the corridor to the dining room. Lisa followed in tow casting wary glances at Collins, who took up the rear, all the time staring at Lisa. When they got to the Dining room, Vanessa turned and addressed Collins. 'This morning they came to fit locks on every door in the house, but I haven't started to use them yet.' She opened the door and the three of them walked in, Lisa trying to stay close to Vanessa while keeping her eye on Collins. Vanessa stopped in the middle of the room and Lisa, her eyes on the man behind her, bumped into her. 'Ow, you stupid girl!' Lisa was surprised by the collision and started to apologise before she had had time to think. 'I'm very sorry mistress.' she said and bowed her head. 'Well at least you've remembered my proper title now. You stand there.' Lisa blushed, embarrassed at using the word mistress in front of the stranger Collins, who was guarding the door again. Vanessa moved over to the large wooden dresser at the side of the room. She ran a finger along one of the shelves and held it up to show Collins. 'You see? Filthy! This is what I'm talking about. I sent her in here an hour ago to dust this room, and she's done absolutely nothing!' Vanessa brushed the dust off her hands. 'And it's exactly the same whatever I ask her to do. If she mops the floor, she just seems to move the dirt around from one place to another, if she does the dishes, the ones she doesn't break are still filthy.' Vanessa walked over to Lisa and stared at her. 'God only knows what she is doing when she's supposed to be working.' A cruel smile appeared on Vanessa's face. 'I know she gets off on wearing her little uniform but its not as if she can play with herself with it locked away like that.' Lisa heard Collins chuckle and she felt the blood running into her cheeks again. Her eyes dropped to the floor and as they did so she looked down at her shiny black high heeled shoes and her silk stockings. The full humiliation of her situation started to flood throughout her being. How could Vanessa be so cruel to her? Vanessa put a finger under Lisa's chin and raised her face to look at her. 'So, Lisa, this is what is going to happen. You're going to do the room again, but this time, Mr. Collins is going to stay here and supervise, make sure you do it properly.' Lisa's eyes opened wide in shock and her mouth ran dry. 'You... you're not serious.' 'Deadly serious I'm afraid. If you remember, when we made our little arrangement I said that I would act mistress to your maid, and you said that in return you would actually clean the house. I'm just making sure you honour your side of the arrangement.' 'But, I will, I promise, I will from now on, please don't do this Vanessa.' 'MISTRESS Vanessa - your rules Lisa.' 'I'm so sorry, mistress, but you don't need to have him check up on me, I promise...' 'Oh this is all so dull.' Vanessa turned to Collins. 'I want this room dusted and then, lets see...' she turned back to Lisa and the cruel smile returned. 'Ah yes, you can clean the windows in here. You'll have to show Mr. Collins where the step-ladders are.' Lisa stared at her wife in disbelief. The feather duster Lisa had been using earlier was lying on the dining room table, Vanessa picked it up. 'And you won't be needing this stupid thing.' She opened a draw and pulled out a can of furniture polish, a cloth and a pair of yellow rubber gloves and thrust them into Lisa's hands. 'Get on with it, then.' she turned 'Collins, here's my pager, I'll ring it if I need you two for anything and make sure she does it properly this time.' 'Don't worry, it'll be like you've got a new maid.' Vanessa turned to look at Lisa despairingly, 'Just a real maid will do.' And with that she left the room. Lisa watched the door close and then turned to face Collins. He stood there grinning, nodding his head occasionally. She decided to get this over with. 'Listen, I don't know who you are or how she knows you and I don't care, I don't even care if you two are fucking, okay? So you can beat me up, you're much stronger than me, you've shown us all that but still, whatever Vanessa has told you I'm not going to play along with this stupid game.' Collins listened to her tirade quietly and after Lisa was finished he remained motionless, seemingly thinking about what she had just said. Then he answered calmly. 'If you don't keep your pretty little mouth shut, I'll put something in it to keep you quiet.' Slowly he stalked over to where she was stood and circled her, examining her. Lisa closed her eyes, praying that somehow this would end up being a bad dream. She heard him stop right behind her and felt his breath on her ear as he muttered. 'You're so skinny, so... feminine.' Collins lightly brushed her neck with his hand and Lisa's blood ran cold as she realised with horror that it wasn't only being beaten by him that she had to fear. 'Don't touch me!' Lisa stammered and pulled back from him. 'Well, you'd better get those gloves on and start polishing if you want to be left alone.' Collins chuckled. Lisa wavered from toe to toe for a second, weighing up her options. She could make a run for it, but there was no way she could get past him. Finding no way out she reluctantly pulled on the rubber gloves, walked onto the other side of the table so that she was facing Collins and could keep an eye on him and started to polish the surface of the wooden table. Collins pulled out a chair and sat down with him arms folded watching her. 'That's right, you've got no choice so you'd better get cleaning. And you'd better do a good job if you don't want me to beat your sissy ass to a pulp.' Lisa felt his eyes following her as she moved around the room polishing every surface where she could keep an eye on him. She tried to forget he was there but every so often their eyes would meet and she would feel herself blush under his gaze. Soon she reluctantly admitted to herself that she would have to turn her back on him to start on the dresser. She swore she could feel his eyes burning into her back as she worked, but he let her work unhindered and remained silent. Finally she finished the polishing. The room was spotless this time. She walked over to the table and put down the cloth and the polish. Then she turned around and idly played with an ornament on the side, preferring to face the wall than Collins. 'Okay, I think we can take a break for a minute, get to know one another a bit. So Lisa, how long have you been Lisa?' Lisa decided to ignore him. She needed just two minutes alone with Vanessa to explain that she didn't think this game was in the slightest bit funny and that she should call this monkey off but before that she didn't know how she was going to get past him. 'Oh, it's okay, you can speak when you're asked a question.' said Collins casually. After a few seconds of silence he prompted her. 'Well?' Lisa realised her mouth was dry, but she managed to crackle. 'I don't want to talk to you.' 'Cat got your tongue then?' Lisa heard his chair scrape on the floor and him stand up. 'Turn around and face me, come on, the windows can wait for a minute.' She didn't move. 'Oh, I see. You want me to come over there and turn you around, don't you!' Lisa slowly turned around to face Collins, her eyes lowered. 'It's pretty clear you're too much of a girl to talk to me like a man so I'm going to have to make this very easy for you, aren't I? Okay, I'll ask you questions which require only yes/no responses and you'd better answer them, or I'll give you something to be scared about. Understand?' Lisa muttered something under her breath and Collins raised his voice. 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?' 'Yes.' said Lisa, rolling her eyes. 'Good, see it's easy! Okay, lets see, Vanessa told me this Lisa thing was your idea, so tell me, are you gay?' 'No.' 'You just get turned on by dressing as a woman?' 'Listen, this is none of your damn business, I'll just do the stupid windows then hopefully you'll get lost and I can...' 'You know, I used to be pretty wild, but now I like to think of myself as a reformed character. I haven't actually hit anyone properly for more than, oh, six months. I used to fly into these mad rages...' Collins eyes became vacant, and then he snapped back into the present. 'So do you get turned on dressing as a woman?' 'Yes.' Lisa told herself he was probably bluffing as she gulped. 'Do you imagine you are a woman when you're dressed?' 'Yes.' 'Vanessa told me you've been trying to get her to buy a strap-on!' Lisa cringed. 'Did you want her to fuck your ass?' 'Do you just want to humiliate me? Okay, you've humiliated me, alright? I'm a man who dresses as a woman because I get turned on by it and I want my wife to do me with a strap-on. And you can beat me up. Okay? Does that turn YOU on?' 'I'll take that as a yes. So you want your wife to screw you with a strap-on but you don't want man to do you with the real thing? ... Lisa?' 'No, I Don't!' spat Lisa at the floor. Collins counted his conclusions out on his fingers. 'So you're not gay, but you want to be as close as possible to being a woman, to be fucked when you're dressed as a woman, imagining you're a woman but by another woman with a plastic dick? That doesn't really make sense does it Lisa?' 'Perhaps not to a fuck-wit like you.' For the first time, Lisa saw the smug smile disappear from Collins' face and he moved round the table, trapping her in the corner of the room. 'No, okay, no, please don't hit me, I'm sorry, don't hit me.' Lisa pleaded as she backed into the corner. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and raised his other ready to strike her and she cowered with her arms above her face. 'NO, please I'm begging you, I'm sorry, please I won't do that again.' Collins lowered his raised hand to her other shoulder and she could feel his strong fingers gripping her like vices through the satin. 'You're going to have to learn to show some respect for me Lisa.' 'Yes, okay, I'm sorry, I respect you, please, I respect you.' 'Well I think that you need to prove that to me. Let's see...' Collins eyes moved around the room as if he was searching for something but then they rested straight down between them. A wave of fear ran through Lisa as it occurred to her he might be looking between her legs but then Collins said casually, 'My shoes could do with a clean. I'll tell you what, I won't hit you if you lick my shoes clean Lisa.' She looked up at him in terror. She suddenly realised that she was in the hands of an experienced pervert. 'Get down on the floor and lick my shoes, will you do that for me?' Asked Collins levelly while Lisa's mind reeled, desperately thinking of some way away from this guy. 'You don't have to do the soles, just the tops, seeing as it's your first day,' First day? More alarm bells started to ring in her head but as she looked down at the strong arms gripping her shoulders, her terror turned to hatred as she realised she was probably going to have to do it. 'Oh come on, I told you I respect you.' Lisa tried a smile. 'You don't need to make me do that do you?' Collin's fingers dug harder into her flesh and his smile started to disappear. 'Is that a yes, or a no?' Lisa's mouth opened and closed a couple of times. 'Okay, I'll do it.' 'Look at me in the eyes and say "yes Mr. Collins."' 'Oh come on!' thought Lisa, this guy is a psycho! Then her mind repeated it to her - this guy is a psycho. She looked up at him warily; his dark eyes were boring into her. Her shoulders were tingling where he was touching him but she fought against being taken over by new, disturbing images. She forced herself to look back, she felt stupid, weak and afraid as she stammered out her response in a thin wavering voice. 'Yes Mr. Collins.' His arms let her go, for a moment she didn't move trying to look anywhere but straight at him, but then slowly, gingerly she got down onto her hands and knees. She glanced up at his face before putting her head down and gently licking the top of his left shoe. The shoes tasted mildly dusty. She continued and licked all over the top, looking up occasionally to see him smiling down at her. 'You've done this before, haven't you? You look so fucking sexy doing that. Lick round the sides.' Lisa's tongue continued down the side of Collin's shoes and then she repeated the licking on the other foot. Finally, the humiliating few minutes came to and end and Lisa started to get up again, all the time sure that he would stop her and keep her on her knees, but he didn't and she stood facing him again, quietly, cautiously waiting for him to speak. He looked even more pleased with himself. 'Good! Now why don't you show me where the stuff is to do the windows.' All the rooms on the ground floor had high ceilings and the dining room was no exception. Because of this, the windows were also high and it took a step ladder to clean them fully. It was only when Collins gripped the ladder and said, 'I'll just stand here and keep the ladder steady.' that she realised he would be able to see right up her short skirt as she climbed. The fact had barely sunk in when Collins said, 'Go on then, don't be scared.' She stepped gingerly up the ladder, having to remain on tip-toes in the high heeled shoes. When she got to the top she turned and looked down at Collins. Sure enough he was staring straight up her skirt. 'Okay, Lisa start cleaning.' Lisa sprayed the top of the glass with the liquid and started to move the cloth backwards and forwards in long slow movements. 'NO, Lisa, do little circles, not long strokes, haven't you seen karate kid?' Lisa huffed and started to do little circles but then felt her hips swaying from side to side with her motion. Embarrassed, she slowed down. 'Lisa, I want you to do it faster.' Lisa sped up a tiny bit then slowed again. 'FASTER!' shouted Collins. Lisa nodded silently to herself, the pervert wanted a show and she'd just have to give him one. Just keep him happy until she could make a run for it. She bit her lower lip and sped up. As she got faster there was nothing she could do to stop her bottom wiggling rapidly from side to side. Looking down, she wasn't surprised to see Collins staring up her skirt, mesmerised. 'Oh yes, that's good Lisa.' he said, slowly. After she had finished the top half of the window she began to climb back down the ladder. When she got down to the third step, she felt both of Collins' hands reach up underneath her skirts, grip her hips and lift her down onto the ground facing him. Once she was down, his hands stayed where they were. 'Get off me.' said Lisa coldly. 'What's the problem? I was just helping you get down from the ladder?' 'Please, I'm down now, so you can leave me alone.' Lisa felt one of Collins' hands move backwards round her buttock, while the other gripped her hip keeping her here she was. She hit his arms with hers, but his grip was too strong and he carried on. 'No, please, leave me alone, I meant it, I'm not into this.' His warm hand moved round, exploring her butt, tracing the material of the thong between her buttocks. 'What are you going to do to stop me?' Lisa closed her eyes as the humiliating examination continued. 'Don't you like this, Lisa? Real women like getting their butts felt up by men.' Lisa tried to pull away from his probing hands, but his firm grip kept her there. She felt her breathing quicken and her hands moved up towards her face then wavered half-way helplessly. 'You know it's just a question of time before you admit to yourself that you like this, don't you Lisa?' She pulled away as hard as she could and this time she got away from his grip and moved back. 'No, leave me alone. Let's carry on with the windows.' Collins moved back and she saw his face was flushed. 'Okay. No rush... there's no rush. I'm going to go and smoke a cigarette. I'll lock the door on the way out, so don't get any ideas.' As he left the room, she heard the door handle rattle several times as he locked it. She had moved the ladder to the next window and started up it when it occurred to her that if he had only been told about the new locks when they entered the room, he couldn't have a key. She rushed over to the door, turned the handle and the door swung open. She looked to her right and saw the door to the back garden was open but Collins was nowhere to be seen. She turned left and rushed down to the living room and burst in. Vanessa was laughing to someone on the telephone but when she saw Lisa, she quickly said goodbye and hung up. 'What are you doing here? Don't tell me you finished the windows already?' 'Vanessa, what is going ON! Look, I don't know if this is your idea of a sick game, but I don't think it's funny.' 'What's more sick? My husband wanting to dress like a maid or me trying to get him to behave like one?' 'Don't be ridiculous, you brought a fucking stranger into our house, some thug, God knows where you found him. He can't keep his hands off me you know? I don't know if he's going to kill me or rape me first!' 'Really? Okay, you've said enough Lisa, I'll deal with this.' Vanessa picked up the phone and Lisa went and poured herself a whisky, downed it and was in the middle of pouring another one when she realised Vanessa was paging him. 'Don't get him to come in here! For God's sake, we should probably go and hide or something!' Vanessa looked up at Lisa angrily. 'Be quiet, Lisa, I'm going to sort this out with Mr. Collins!' She dialled the pager and hung up. 'The situation can't go on like this.' 'You're damn right it can't, Jesus Vanessa.' Lisa sat down in the sofa opposite her wife. 'I know what you were trying to do; you were trying to make a point about the cleaning that I did or didn't do. Well, okay I get the message, but it's not as if you needed to get some thug to bully me around! He was actually feeling me up you know! He had his hands right up my skirt!' Vanessa looked on at Lisa expressionlessly. Lisa leaned towards her. 'Vanessa, are you listening to me? He would have raped me if I hadn't got away, I'm sure of it!' Vanessa said nothing, she seemed to Lisa to be staring right though her as if she wasn't there. 'I just can't believe you thought you could actually do that to me and I would just take it lying down!' Once Lisa had paused to take a drink, Vanessa said quietly. 'Lisa, did I tell you you could sit down?' Lisa stared at her wife in confusion. 'What? Have you gone crazy?' She asked but before Vanessa could reply, the door flew open and Collins walked in, his eyes flashing angrily as he pointed at Lisa. 'I told you to stay in the dining room!' Lisa got up from the sofa and scurried behind it to have some protection between her and Collins. 'Yeah, well the games over, so you might as well just get going.' she turned to Vanessa. 'Isn't that right?' Vanessa turned to face Collins 'Mr. Collins, I thought I told you to personally take charge of dealing with any complaints made by the staff but this... Lisa has just burst in disturbing me in the middle of a phone conversation.' Lisa stared at her wife incredulous. Collins replied. 'Yes, well I'm sorry; I only left her for a minute. It won't happen again.' 'What the fuck!' Vanessa cried. 'You two! HELLO!' 'It appears that she's not very afraid of you if she thinks she can just run away from her work like that. You told me that you would be able to control her but now I'm left wondering. Maybe you should give me a demonstration just to put my mind at rest.' Collins eyes fell on Lisa, glinting, 'Yes, that's a great idea.' He started to undo his belt buckle and pulled the belt away from his jeans. Lisa backed across the room as she saw him double up the thick leather, fear tightening her stomach. He moved towards her and she tried to rush past him, but he grabbed her round the waist. She howled and pounded his back as he lifted her through the air and dropped her down on her knees next to the coffee table in front of Vanessa's chair. Lisa's eyes shot up to her wife's' as she tried to clamber to her feet. 'Vanessa, PLEASE stop this! Come on! Don't let him do this.' Collins pushed Lisa back down and swore angrily as she scratched his arms. The edges of Vanessa's mouth twisted up into a smile. 'Oh do be quiet Lisa! Take it like a... well... just take it.' Collins knelt with one knee pinning Lisa's lower legs to the ground. He caught her flailing arms and transferred both of her wrists to his left hand. He then pulled her arms up behind her back so that she was forced to bend down low over the table. He pulled her skirt out of the way, revealing her butt with only the thong for protection then he picked up the belt and looked up at Vanessa. Vanessa was leaning forward in interest, closely examining the flailing form of her husband. Suddenly she noticed that Collins was waiting for a signal. 'Well go on then! Show her!' Collins brought the belt down hard across Lisa's buttocks and felt her entire body jerk under his hand. Lisa howled in pain and her struggles to get free became even more desperate, but still did little other than to make her body writhe and her butt jiggle in a way Collins found very hot. The second blow was the same and Lisa's head turned to face Vanessa, who was transfixed by the display. The third blow was much harder and it seemed to knock the breath out of Lisa. Suddenly she felt like everything was moving in slow motion. She felt her thin body shaking like a frightened animal's. She felt the cold air around her stocking tops. She felt Collins stroke her butt again with his hand, his finger running up the lacy material of her thong, over her anus this time. Then a seconds' pause before she felt the belt come down again, then the wave of pain half a second later. She heard herself cry out as if it was coming from somebody else far away. She could see the black satin of her uniform in the corner of her vision. She felt Collins remove his leg from hers, only to replace it in a different position and pull her arms down a bit, pushing her bottom further out and up, closer to his hands, closer to the belt. Then the belt again, lower down towards the top of her thighs, this time the pain seared through her like he had used a red-hot poker. She turned to see her wife's face watching her belting with glee. She felt her breathing start to come in quick gasps, she was having trouble catching her breath. The feeling was so overwhelming that by the time she had realised what was going to happen next, it was too late to stop it. She felt her breathing jerk and her shoulders wrack and then with horror she realised she was going to start crying. Lisa tried to keep her sobs silent in the useless hope that Collins wouldn't notice. Vanessa looked down at her then held her hand out to stop Collins's belt from falling again. 'Hold on, I think...' she smiled, fascinated, 'Oh yes, she IS!' Vanessa clapped her hands together in glee. 'Yes, she's going to start crying!' Vanessa began to chuckle and Lisa's sobs became clearly audible. Her body jerked as her frustration, anger and fear all came out at once. Tears rolled down her face and she began sobbing loudly. Vanessa seemed to be in heaven. 'Did the nasty man make you cry? You're a pathetic little sissy, I'd be embarrassed if I wasn't having so much fun.' she turned to Collins who had stopped belting her and was watching her weep. 'Go on then, drive the point home!' Lisa turned her face to implore Collins. 'NO! NO! Please don't, please I'm begging you, don't AAARGH!' The belt fell again on her bare behind. 'Please stop it!' Lisa begged breathlessly. 'Please let me go, I'll clean the house, I'll do whatever you want, just please, don't hurt me any more.' 'Whatever I want?' Lisa hesitated for a second realising what she had said. Collins raised the belt and Lisa, seeing his hand go up started to shout quickly. 'No, NO please, whatever you wa-AAH!' The belt knocked the words out of her mouth and replaced them with another wave of tears. 'I'll do... whatever... you want.' 'Do you want me to stop then?' 'YES, please for god's sake, please... stop.' she sniffed 'Now remember, say "Yes, please Mr. Collins".' Lisa shook her head as she lay there. She contemplated telling him where to stick his Mr. Collins, but she admitted to herself that she couldn't take anymore of the belt. A fresh wave of tears hit her as she realised she was going to have to give this bastard what he wanted again. The words came out through gritted teeth and between sobs. 'Yes please... Mr... Collins' 'Okay, good. Now I'm not going to have to tell you again about how to address me, am I?' 'No Mr. Collins.' 'Because now you know what will happen to you if you don't do things exactly the way I like them, don't you Lisa?' Lisa tried to convince herself that he was referring to the windows. 'Yes Mr. Collins.' Vanessa stood up smiling and patted Mr. Collins on the back as she walked past him. 'You see Lisa, I wasn't bluffing. Mr Collins really is going to make sure you do your job properly, whatever it takes!' Vanessa knelt down next to Lisa, put her hands on her shoulders and leant over to talk quietly to her. 'And I was watching, he seemed to really enjoy belting you so you'd better be careful!' She turned round and smiled at Collins then leant very close to Lisa to whisper in her ear. 'And he had a huge hard on!' Lisa's sobs began again 'W-what do you mean Vanessa?' Vanessa rolled her eyes and hissed quietly. 'Do I have to spell it out to you?' Lisa didn't move and Vanessa shook her head. 'I get someone to make sure you keep the house clean, and he gets... God you really are a stupid little sissy, aren't you.' Vanessa started to get up. 'Vanessa, please, what do you mean?' 'Lisa, don't expect to be able to talk to me from now on, if you want anything, you'll go through Mr. Collins. I'm tired, I think I'm going to bed. You two have fun together! I'll see you in the morning.' Lisa turned her head to face her wife, confused at what these words meant, she looked up at Collins fearfully and then back at the retreating figure of her wife. She decided she needed to stop her even if it meant another beating. Just as Vanessa was about to close the door, Lisa called out to her weakly. 'Vanessa!' Vanessa turned to her. 'WHAT NOW, Lisa?' Lisa looked up again at Collins then back to Vanessa. 'Where am I going to sleep?' Vanessa's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers. 'Thank you, Lisa, I nearly forgot! Wait here, I left something in the hall.' She walked out and returned a few seconds later carrying a shopping bag. 'Okay, Lisa, since you and Mr. Collins are getting on so well, I've no objection if you share the spare bedroom together.' Lisa's eyes nearly popped out and she started to get up from the table until Collins gave her a threatening look and she stayed where she was. 'B-but...' 'No, it's okay Lisa, I know what you're worried about. All your pyjamas are locked up with me in our old bedroom now, I know, but don't worry!' She held up the bag. 'I went shopping for you today!' Vanessa pulled out a hangar bearing a transparent red chiffon baby doll trimmed with black lace. Lisa froze. Vanessa brought it over and laid it down on the table just in front of Lisa who regarded it with horror. 'See, it's got matching panties. A bit see-through I admit but I want you to make a good impression.' Lisa looked from the lingerie to Vanessa and then over to Collins. 'Say thank-you to the mistress, Lisa.' said Collins, smiling with his belt in his hand. Lisa's mouth flapped open and shut. She shook her head as if trying to sober up, then she looked up at Vanessa. 'Um... Thank-you, mistress.' Vanessa smiled back. 'You're welcome Lisa.' She turned to Collins and handed him a box from the shopping bag and muttered quietly. 'I imagine she's probably going to need loosening up a bit.' Collins looked at the box and then smiled up at her. 'Very thoughtful, thanks. You have a good night's sleep now ma'am.' 'Thank-you Collins, goodnight.' Lisa watched the door close then she slowly turned her head to face Collins. He sat down on the sofa and opened the box. He pulled out the contents and Lisa realised with horror that Vanessa had given him a butt plug. Collins held it in front of his face and examined it critically from several angles, then he reached back into the box and pulled out something which looked like a key ring. Lisa saw him press the thing between his fingers and saw the butt plug vibrating wildly. Collins laughed at this, looked up at Lisa thoughtfully then back at the plug. 'Lisa! Can you dance?'