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Juliette's Hard Time
By Juliette Lima
How funny to see the engineer hoist on his own petard
To see the soft and lacy make a prison strong and hard
The haughty are so amusing when put in lowly place
All laugh at males of every age when dressed in frilly lace
A half score scenes are waiting for the trapped victim of this tale
Ten times trouble calls upon Juliette when 'tis his sad travail
Part One - Getting there is none of the fun.
Now I was truly in a jam. I had been put through a day of packing,
storing and horrible exposure. Now Marla had set my penance out and I
was truly in a fix. She would allow me freedom from the chastity after
fifteen demerit zero days, i.e. fifteen work sessions where my positive
points equaled my demerits, or the positive points from the day
exceeded the demerits.
My time at my freelance writing was limited to six hours, from six in
the morning to noon staring at noon I was her maid and had to work
sixteen hours, which ended at two in the morning to allow lunch and
dinner hours.
The big snag was I was required to sleep eight hours before performing
work and could not do either my freelance work or maid duties unless I
started an official day at six A.M. So the time between ten A.M. and
the next six A.M. was an uncounted pillory time, where I had to do
meaningless tasks while monitored by her or her surrogate.
All this meant I start my day at six on the third of the month finish
the cycle at ten P.M. on the fourth of the month. I would according to
the table finish fifteen demerit cycles on April 1, if I made no major
foul ups from the starting day of March 3. All in all I would have to
endure twenty-nine days and sixteen hours for freedom from the
chastity, which she declared would stay off as long as I did not soil
my panties with an orgasm.
The first FictionMania recreation would occur the day I qualified for
release, so I was set to printing out the complete works of the two
authors she selected, Deborah Ford and CissyKay. At nine P.M. I had to
stop and turn in, from nine to ten I was require to give oral sex to
Marla and allowed to go to sleep after she proclaimed herself to be
sexually sated.
"For now." she added.
Part Two - Morning becomes electrifying and other shocks.
At six A.M. I jerked awake from a jolt to my groin, sometime in the
night Marla attached a cord to my chastity and instead of ringing an
alarm bell my crotch was shocked. My cries finally awakened Marla and
she slowly rose from her side of the bed and made her way to the
opposite side of the room to stop my pain.
I was locked to the bed frame by a cuff and cable, so a wire made the
circuit to the clock across the room, with the cable that kept me from
reaching the clock. Marla rose and went to the toilet, ignoring my
cries for relief. I danced like a monkey in my baby-doll nightie and
panties, for longer than I thought possible.
Marla tapped the snooze alarm and told me, "Don't go away I'm going to
help you get the day started by fixing coffee, just let me know if the
alarm goes off."
"At least let me free from this thing, I have to go too. Why did you do
this, you even cuffed my hands to the belt around my waist? Please
Mistress Marla this hurts."
"Oh don't be such a wuss it's a little discomforting is all. Now be
quiet."
With that she left me watching the alarm, which displayed a count down
in minutes and seconds. As the count got closer to zero I began to call
to Marla pleading more and more for her to hurry. At zero the alarm
buzzed loudly but did not shock me leading me to think I was clear of
danger.
In relief I sat on the edge of the bed and was zapped soundly in my
crotch. I stood as best I could and squealed in pain while Marla
laughed at my hopping about.
"Dance sissy dance." She howled.
As I squealed for help, she slowly moved to her side of the bed and
switched off the shocker. Returning to me she released my cuff and the
connection to the chastity and unbuckled the bondage belt that had held
me so I was unable to release myself.
"Well that's not a good start, you get five demerits for talking when
told to be quiet, hope you don't leave anything undone on today's list,
you only get a half point for each task and there are just twelve tasks
on the to do list. And failure to finish has a stiff penalty. Now go
shower and shave and put on your working clothes. I'll lay them out on
the bed while you clean up and put on makeup."
"Yes Mistress Marla." I replied and then quickly obeyed.
When I returned to the bedroom after my shower, all I found was
matching panties, bra, garterbelt, stockings and pumps. I donned the
lingerie and after checking my hair and makeup went to find Marla. She
was waiting for me in the kitchen with a plate prepared for me.
She placed the plate on the floor and told me I was to kneel and eat
with out using hands, "Like the dog you are."
She had made sausage links and scrambled eggs, but had the food cooked
in the shape of a penis and testes, so it looked like I was devouring
or rather giving head to another man. After eating I washed up and
brushed my teeth and as I started my personal work I asked Marla where
the rest of my clothes were.
"Oh that's all you get until noon when you do my work."
"But Mistress I have daily deliveries and pickups of my work, the
delivery drivers are both women, I don't want my underwear on display,
can't I have a robe?"
"Well I did get you an apron, so you can wear it."
With that she presented me a sheer pinafore with lace trim. She then
held the apron and I dutifully put my arms through the frilly lace
shoulder straps and allowed her to tie the lace stings in a bow. Now my
pink lingerie peeked through the sheer fabric and I felt more revealed
than concealed.
I prepared my work for pick up and put the finishing touches on several
manuscripts and prepared the shipping labels. I busied myself by
preparing my invoices and realized I would have to walk to our mailbox
to mail them. As Marla prepared to leave I asked her to mail my
invoices and she refused.
"I don't do the work for a sissy maid, the sissy maid does my work. You
carry your mail out and the letters I have on the hall table. Wait and
carry them out in two trips mine first and then yours, but wait until
nine to mail my letters I want you to cross the road when some traffic
is out."
I knew she would find something else to add to the experience, so I
agreed. I put the mail together on the table and prepared for the
incoming work by archiving files on CD-ROM and deleting old files I
knew were not needed.
Marla left for her work at eight and called me when she arrived at her
office to remind me to mail her letters. I used a small timer in the
office to remind me to go at nine. At the appointed hour I went to the
table picked up the letters Marla had prepared and walked the five
hundred yards through the hay field to the road to where our mailbox
sat one hundred yards from our driveway with seven of our neighbors
boxes.
As I feared the road had a little bit of traffic, but I thought I could
time it right and get out and back without too much exposure. I made it
to our box inserted Marla's letters and briskly walked back to the side
road; trying to avoid being seen by the car I heard coming.
I turned the corner and made my dash to my driveway, where the tall
cedar tree would hide me. I was able to get to the drive and thence to
the house where I repeated the trek. This time more cars were out and I
huddled between two full sized cedars that grew by the road waiting for
a break in the traffic. I finally hastened across the road stuffed in
my mail and hurried back, as I could hear an approaching vehicle.
I was doing as much of a run as the pumps would allow when I got to my
drive and realized the courier would be arriving at nine thirty and I
was out of doors. I arrived at my door and looked back to see the truck
round the corner to my driveway. I rushed in and grabbed the packages
and placed them on the table out side my door where I had placed out
going parcels before.
I watched from a window as Belinda, the regular driver an Amazonian,
six foot tall, woman weight lifter, dismounted her truck and fetched a
box from the back of the truck. She knocked on the door and I cracked I
an asked if she could just leave the box on the table.
"No can do, got to get a signature for the package and I have to see
your ID."
I fetched my ID and opened the door blushing a deep red.
Belinda began to howl in laughter, "Oh my God this is a hoot. What
happened did your wife catch you catting around? You look so precious,
turn around what's that written on your panties? Oh God, 'My wife
traded clothes with me she wears the pants.' That's just too much.
Guess you now know what it's like to be 'the little woman'?"
"Please Miss Belinda don't make matters worse, this is really
humiliating."
"Now I'm Miss Belinda, well what's your name sweetie?"
"Juliette."
"Juliette, how cute. Well sweetcakes step out here in the light and
sign for this and show me your ID. I just love this and Andrea the
other driver is going to split her britches laughing when she sees this
get up."
I signed and picked up the box, from the floor, which pulled my panties
tight over my butt. Belinda goosed me and laughed as I jerked.
"Oh my did she pop your cherry, Juliette?"
I stayed silent, which she took, quiet correctly, to be an affirmation.
"Come on girlfriend did she use you like a bitch? You're blushing too
red, she did do you, didn't she? Now don't cry sweetie, as long as you
don't go getting uppity with me I'll treat you nice. You do want me to
be nice to you? Don't you? I think this is a good spot to take my
coffee break, so let's go inside and you can show me a good time."
I begged her to not humiliate me further, but she put her arm around my
shoulders and steered me in to my kitchen. I told her the house had
cameras installed to watch me and she laughed.
"Well good let's let the Mistress of the house see how well you tip the
delivery driver. Now get me cup of coffee and kneel behind me I want a
special treat after riding on the bumpy country roads."
She lowered her slacks and panties and ordered me to give her an all
over tongue bath on her muscular bottom. As I licked she bent forward
opening her cleft and as it opened she ordered me to get in and soothe
her. I knelt and licked until she grabbed my head with both hands and
pushed my face deep into her ass as she bucked against me as if
climaxing. She told me to kiss her again and then pull up her panties
and slacks. I obeyed and continued to kneel until she ordered me to
stand.
"I'll see you in two days for the next regular pick up and have me some
pastries to go with my coffee and lip service."
She had me follow her out to her truck, where she goosed me again and
felt my chastity encased crotch, which amused her even more. She left
and I rushed in to clean up and get to work as I now had only two hours
of "work time" to make a start on the work just delivered, I began by
scanning the hard copies and making corrections on the discs provided.
I finished my preliminary review by eleven thirty and stopped my
workday to don my maid's uniform and start my twenty-four hour day.
Part Three - The best-laid plans go down the crapper
I found Marla's orders and saw I had to clean toilets, scrub floors and
wash all of her laundry and cut the hay field and rake it in to
windrows. I tackled the laundry first, as the loads of wash would allow
interleaving tasks. Marla had only panties and a few bras and a dozen
T- shirts so there was only one load of all white cotton items. This
took a scant fifty minutes to wash and about the same to dry.
While the wash ran I swept and wet mopped all tile and vinyl floors and
vacuumed the wood floors and area rugs. I also ran a damp sponge mop
over the exposed wood floors and sprayed odor suppressant on the rugs
to make the air fresh. I also cleaned the kitchen and found ingredients
for supper, which I also started in our slow cooker.
I turned from floors and kitchens to toilets and first added cleanser
to all three toilet bowls and sprayed foaming cleaner on the seats, as
the cleaning agents worked on the later two I finished off the first
toilet and attacked the remaining ones in sequence. I also stripped and
remade the bed with fresh sheets and since the washing machine was done
started the linens, while Marla's clothes dried. I straightened the
family room and living rooms by stacking magazines and bagging
newspapers for recycling. I attached the dusting brush to the vacuum
wand and went around each room's perimeter to "download unwanted
websites".
Reviewing the chores list I saw I had everything except for the hay
field, I had to attach a sickle bar to our tractor and cut the two
sixty acre fields. I cut the hay and just as night was falling finished
using the hay rake to form up windrows for baling the hay.
As night fell I began to worry since Marla was not home. At about ten
in the evening Marla's mother arrived in my pickup truck. She told me
Marla was in an automobile crash and was going to be all right, but
would be in the hospital for several days as she had broken both legs
and arms so would be helpless. She had also brought her home barber
clippers and her rotary tool, which she broke out and told me to pull
down my panties. I looked on in horror as my mother-law-approached my
crotch with a diamond faced cutter wheel.
"I didn't have time to listen to Dianne's crap about where the key was,
so I figure we could break this thing so it can't be fixed and get over
it."
"Just be careful Mistress." I added
"Don't call me mistress again unless you want me to turn you into a
steer. My name is Amanda and I answer to that, or my children call me
mom. I am nobody's mistress nor am I anybody's servant. I was so mad at
Marla when I learned she had hooked up with that Dianne creature I
almost slapped her face. She attended Lady Smith Academy just like my
sisters, brothers and I did. I met my husband at Lady Smith and so did
my other daughters. If I had a son I would have sent him too. I had
suspicions about you being a crossdresser when you always bought Marla
the most exquisite lingerie and such. You have too good an eye for
women's fashion for a man.
"That Dianne woman is the same awful creature that ruined my cousin
Michael. She had him riding in her car all tied up and in his dress and
ran off the road he was thrown out of the car and ended up being
smothered in mud so he had brain damage and was paralyzed from the neck
down. Because Michael is still alive she only got five years and got
time off for good behavior. There you go free at last, free at last."
"Thanks... Mom. I think I should tell you I went to Lady Smith too,
that's where I learned all I know about dressing. Marla and I never
discussed our school days, she's younger than me so we never met at
school. My final year supervisor was killed in a car wreck, was your
cousin Michael Dearing?"
"Yes he was."
"Oh good god, Dianne did kill somebody too, Monica, my supervisor and
fianc?e was hit by the car Michael was riding in. Dianne was Michael's
supervisor, she took a lot of pleasure in putting him through the Lady
Fayre Ordeal and keeping him in detention. Mike and I were roommates
from first to third year and when we were sent to be drones for Dianne
and Monica, we had to work together a lot. If I had known Marla was an
unpaired Lady, I would never have concealed my dressing up."
"Oh good heavens, you are a perfect match for Marla she lost her drone
after graduation when he was asphyxiated by carbon monoxide in a motel
room, where he stayed overnight, on his way to college."
"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was an unpaired drone in search of
a Lady, a lot of public exposure could have been avoided. And if Dianne
hadn't had so much plastic surgery I would have recognized her. She has
had a lot done, cause if I have our ages right you graduated just
before I started first year and Dianne is the same age as me. I guess
you thought I was a child molester marrying your daughter when she was
twenty-three and being just a skosh under forty. I kept my name on the
available list at Lady Smith, but never got a single introduction to an
unpaired lady, twenty-two years is a long time to search for someone."
"Sit there on the stool while I cut your hair, then go get a shower so
we can get to the hospital to stay with Marla. They said I could bring
you in late because she's in surgery and will probably wake about
eleven tonight. There that'll do it all you need is short hair that
looks like you try to keep it neat. You'll have to wear a wig if you
dress up again. Now shower and let's shove off, what's that in the
crockpot?"
"Pork loin in an Lexington North Carolina style barbecue sauce."
"Good I'll fix sandwiches while you shower so we can eat on the road.'
Fifteen minutes later I ate as Amanda drove my truck back to the
hospital, continuing her narrative about her family and soon we arrived
at the hospital and soon I saw how bad off Marla was. She hung from
traction on all four limbs and her jaw was wired to set her broken jaw.
She was awake enough to try and mumble my name but was clearly not up
to the task.
Surprisingly a police officer was present and was disappointed she
could not be interviewed. I asked if she was in a lot of trouble from
the accident and if anyone else was injured.
The officer told me, "Your wife was the only victim. She was riding
with a Mrs. Dianne Mason, who is now in custody, as she was clearly
intoxicated. She was so drunk she kept ranting about getting hold of
your wife's maid to tell her where the key was, which made no sense.
"We tested her blood alcohol level and she blew a three point two, way
the hell and gone over the limit. Since she has a prior conviction for
DUI she is going to be our guest for a good long while. She nearly
killed a man a few years ago driving drunk, poor bastard was a
quadriplegic afterwards. I arrested her then and she was too drunk to
stand let alone drive. Sorry thing is she's not going to be put away
long enough to keep the rest of the world safe."
Part Four - Murphy was a cockeyed optimist.
It was six weeks before Marla came home and twelve more before she
could walk unassisted. I nursed her and cared for her until she was
mobile. Weaving her care and my freelance work and the housework into a
routine.
When I got home for the first courier delivery I had a strong talk with
Belinda. Basically I told her about the copy of the video from Marla's
covert cameras and informed her the copy I had on DVD would be mailed
to her boss if she made anymore demands. She tried to bully me, but I
had had my fill of rude women, so I showed her one of Colonel Colts
Peacemakers and she balked until I told her I would follow the three S
method of dealing with agricultural pests.
She dumbly asked what three S stood for and blanched when I told her
shoot, shovel and shut up. She still delivers, but is a lot more polite
now.
Dianne was sentenced to major time as she had caused serious injuries
and was so completely drunk that everyone was outraged. I gathered all
of the videos together and thought about burning them but left them
intact, Marla and I still view them from time to time. Marla found out
that being helpless was both a blessing and a curse, since I had
unfettered access to her at all times.
I think she almost fainted the first time I went down on her while she
was in traction and still wired shut. Just getting to the right spot
was a challenge but then if you don't try to do the difficult you never
learn what your limits are. Since she was largely silent I had a chance
to talk with her without any of her rapid-fire woman in command
questions that have no need for an answer style of conversing.
We celebrated our anniversary by going on a weeklong cruise and now
enjoy a much more fulfilling life together. One thing still hangs
around; she still is upset about how I reviewed stories she liked. So
after we returned from the cruise she presented me with a box with ten
envelopes.
"What's in the envelopes Marla?" I asked.
"Just ten little scenes for you to live out. I had time while healing
and I decided we would be able to act out just about any scene here on
the farm privately, so draw out a scene and then read it and weep."
"How long are these going to go on?"
"Every Saturday for the next ten weeks, I like having you all dressed
up and afraid you have somewhere to go. Besides I was planning on
letting you go that evening when I got home, I couldn't stand what I
was doing. I still get a thrill though from the time I had you like a
girl, I just want it to be playful and intense enough for both of us to
enjoy."
"Very well I'll do it, which one is first?"
"I put them in the order I want to do them in, all of your details are
set out, but the surprise is in when you find out exactly which scene
you're doing. You may only get costume notes and a sketch outline, so
you're going on faith that I won't really do too much, but you know
I'll do enough to really make you suffer, in a loving way. You did
promise to do the scenes and the sex afterwards will be very special."
Since I did really love my wife and actually had missed the feel of
female clothes I agreed that Saturday night I would wear exactly what
was required and obey her explicitly.
Marla smiled and impishly said, "Good we'll start with the scene I
selected from CissyKay's Riding Bitch all you have to worry about is
which chapter."
Part Five - Taking a licking
I was nearly ready to run for the hills by Friday night, but knowing
the shortest way through difficulty was straight up the middle, I held
on and awoke Saturday bound to the bed and gagged with a ball gag.
Marla took over my dressing and by noon I was attired in a leather
corset that pushed the mountainous mammaries affixed to my chest into a
jiggling shelf, while squeezing my waist down to the feminine ratio of
70% of my hip measurement, the leather chaps framed my crotch and
buttocks and a leather gaff smoothed my maleness but left my rear
uncovered and vulnerable. The blonde wig was styled in a grotesque
biker-redneck bitch style and the boots with six-inch heels made me a
wiggling jiggling parody of womanhood. The make up job was as over the
top as the rest of the get up and I was set to preparing food for the
"honored guest" as yet unknown.
I was locked out of our house and sent to the barn to make the party
preparations and set up several benches and placed a table and a round
hay bale at right angles for the 'scene study' to come. To my horror
several women rode up on motorcycles and Marla had me serve them
dinner, they were complete strangers to me and I was getting more
terrified by the minute. Marla had on her version of leathers as well
and after dinner a pickup truck arrived with a large box placed in the
bed.
I watched the women open the box and remove a hooded figure in corset
and stockings. As I watched the other biker women seized me and carried
me bodily into our barn. They sat me on a metal chair and I squealed
through my gag as a large plug or dildo penetrated my backside and
began to swell. Lifting me again they began to carry me to the hay bale
and table arrangement and I began to beg through my gag for Marla to
stop. At the front of the gathering I was flipped over and draped over
the hay bale and tied by my legs to the table legs and by my arms to
the bottom of a king post holding my barn together. The plug deep
within me began to vibrate and my hips twitched involuntarily.
Marla spoke at last, "Ladies bring in Dianne, please?"
I tried to crane my head around but the ladies had me draped so I could
only see the roof. To my surprise I felt a hand grasp the neck of the
butt plug and pull and the plug slipped out and I emitted a very
audible fart. The gloved hand between my cheeks was replaced by a face
and I felt breath blowing on my anus as the owner of that mouth began
to pant and mutter through some kind of gag.
I heard Marla speak again, "Dianne, you have a lot to atone for. The
ladies of the Chickahominy Harley Club as a thank you for my efforts in
keeping theirs tax records and doing other legal work have agreed to
keep you as a ward, unofficially of course, as you are an escapee from
the Department of Corrections. Since you suggested the use of the
"Riding Bitch' series as Juliette's task and so you get to help out. I
do have to warn you, unlike the story Juliette's ass isn't going to
spray chocolate ice cream so you need to be ready for a really
sickening night. Now keep licking on the anus in front of you, you need
to stay ahead of the curve as the flood starts."
I struggled with my uncomfortable bindings but only succeeded in
causing more gas to erupt from my ass. I knew now why Marla had flushed
me out with an enema this morning, she had my colon empty and something
in that plug had shot a gas producing substance up me. I was cramping
badly from the pressure but could not get a really complete expulsion
of gas. Every time I farted, Dianne gagged a and retched like she
wanted to throw up. To add to everything the gaff cupping my manhood
began to vibrate and I began to become more aroused and was soon
humping the hay bale, which made my farting worse.
After a while I heard a slapping sound and felt Dianne plow deeper into
my butt crack with each slap. Marla began to verbally berate Dianne as
she spanked her. Finally one of the bikers told Marla they had to get
Dianne back to her hiding place and the licking stopped. I heard the
sound of heels leaving and felt my legs released from the bind only to
be reattached after being spread wider and tied to the bottom of the
bale.
I also heard the table scrape the floor as it was dragged back. I lay
alone and draped over the bale for a long while and then heard a single
set of footsteps approach, then a finger slick with some lubricant
began to probe my anus. The gaff maintained its vibration and a dildo
slipped in my back passage slowly penetrating me and soon we moved in
rhythm and climaxed almost as one. The dildo exited and I let forth one
long and loud fart as the last of the gas escaped. Marla untied me amid
gales of laughter and removed my gag to kiss me.
"One down and nine to go, I hope Dianne holds out 'til the last one. Of
course you do have one to do next Saturday you won't need her for. I
saw one by Marti B. called, "When Wife is Away, Hubby Will Play" I hope
you have read it because I have two clients all set and ready for you."
I gulped and followed her back to the house. I knew I would have a lot
more to worry about next Saturday than a slimy feeling between my
buttocks.
Epilogue - Crossdressed play as a marital aid.
The next nine weeks went by quickly, I survived being turned into a
garish sissy and had a wild Saturday trying to find Marla at a mall
where she had me trapped in heels and pink daisy dukes. I also was able
to enjoy watching Dianne perform some of the tasks set forward in
Mistress Dyvia's stories (she was so miserable seeking dildos
blindfolded with that little bell jingling from her backside.)
Of the nine tasks I had to be the active agent in four of them, in
addition to the sissified day in the mall I was a secretary to my wife
for a week as she wanted me to wear the several dresses she found to
rival Alana's in "Undercover Secretary" and "Once A Princess" since I
did the whole week she was willing to let the last one for me be done
after we had tormented Dianne through five weeks as the subject of two
of Dyvia's tales, one more Cissykay story (I don't remember the title,
but they are all pretty much the same any way) and lastly Dianne went
through our recreation of the Deborah Ford "Hotel" series, I got to be
the "Mistress Cat" as called for in the script and Marla filled in as
needed.
I think Dianne 'got the point' but I don't really care. Marla informed
me halfway through she was pregnant and since she delivered a pair of
twins I have my hands full being the stay at home parent. I haven't
found much opportunity to dress up since the twins came but you never
know.
And so the story ends as all such must
The couple stoke their humid passions
And for each other strongly lust.
Let's leave the two alone to fare as best they might.
Confirmed in love their eyes wide open.
Not blinded by the sun nor confounded by the night.
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