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Jodie opened to door to the house then turned back to the SUV besides
which stood Roberta, motionless.
"Come on then, we've got a lot to do, lets get inside!" said Jodie.
Roberta stood watching the door, his rate of breathing round the gag had
sky-rocketed when Jodie helped him down from the vehicle then left him
standing there alone. (The ball gag had gone back in his mouth when he had
yelped as the SUV had bounced over a pothole and the plug in his ass has
been driven deep into him.) He was acutely aware that this might be his
only chance of escape. Was she actually going to leave him here? He lifted
one high heeled foot and stepped forward gingerly. Seeing that he was
following, Jodie smiled and entered the house moving out of view.
Roberta froze and tried to decide what to do. The night air was cold, and
in those heels, he knew he couldn't move quickly, especially with his arms
bound up behind his back. He turned and saw that the electric doors in the
high wall surrounding the courtyard were still open. He took a few steps
in their direction and then his stomach felt weak with fear and he stopped
and looked over his shoulder at the door. She was sure to catch him; he
would never make it. Anyway, where would he run to? Sarah was busy with
another man...
The thought of Sarah and the man had been swimming round his head for the
whole journey; the very idea of them together in his house drove him
insane with frustration. Each picture that came into Roberta's imagination
filled him with despair and he felt sick, his internal eyes closing to
stop the images, but then some small but persistent, nagging part of his
psyche would suddenly become curious- 'she's just trying to prove a
point' 'she wouldn't actually... touch him...' 'it's not like she would
let him into our bed... would she?' and Roberta's imagination would be
forced to serve up another even more extreme scene. His brain simply was
not equipped to cope with the present situation. His impending loss of
virginity seemed to be very far away compared to the feeling inside, a
toxic mix of nausea, defeat and sheer, red panic.
Feeling extremely weak, he actually considered staying there in the
driveway. If he was to just stay there then everything would stop, at
least for a while. Telling himself off for being a coward, he shook his
head and started tiptoeing hesitantly towards the open gates, his heart
feeling like it was about to burst. He was sure that he had to take this
opportunity to run away; it was his only chance. Stumbling in his heels he
got to within a few feet of the doors when he heard their mechanism buzz
to life and they very slowly started to close shut. He looked round at the
open door and his mind began to race.
'She would catch him. She would catch him and then she would skin him
alive with that crop of hers. The doors are moving shut... I just need to
walk through them to get away...' He hesitated and looked through the
gates down the long drive back to the road. Suddenly an image of Sarah
came into his head, she was on top of the man, riding him, her hands
clawing her own breasts. He grimaced to get the image out of his mind.
'What's the point, I can't run anyway, not dressed like this, everyone
will see me. But if I got to the road I could flag down a car or a truck.
No, Jodie will catch me, Sarah doesn't want me, everyone will laugh at
me.' He turned and walked away from the doors dejectedly then paused.
'Just walk through... what the hell is wrong with me?' He hesitated for
another moment then he thought about the impending arrival of Jodie's
husband and broke for the gate, driving his shoulder into the tiny gap
that remained open. He tried to force the doors apart, but the motor was
powerful and the satin of the maid's outfit did little to protect his arm
from the metal. He manouvered to change the angle he was pushing from but
slipped and his shoulder fell from in between the gates.
The doors clanged shut and Roberta stood staring at them, panting. 'There
would be another chance, a better chance later' he lied to himself. 'You
need to pick the right time.' Then he moaned audibly and stamped his foot
with self-loathing. Another image filled his head - Sarah walking away
from him in the club with her new slave, disappointment written on her
face before she turned her back on him.
Roberta turned and trudged towards the open door of the house and entered.
Turning the corner, he was suddenly sent flying as he collided with Jodie
who was moving rapidly towards the door. Roberta fell backwards hard, his
satin covered backside landing on the doormat, long silk-stocking covered
legs splayed out in front of him. Jodie was now wearing an outdoor green
wax jacket and some kind of a cowboy hat. She showed no physical signs of
suffering from the collision but she did look extremely surprised to see
Roberta.
"What!" she looked completely confused. "You didn't run?" Roberta opened
his mouth and shut it again. Jodie shook her head in wonder "I left the
gate open for god knows how many minutes and you just... you just came
in?" Roberta noticed she was carrying a long length of rope and a torch.
He tried smiling up at her hopefully but Jodie looked back at him in
disgust, unable to find the words.
"Why!? Why, you pathetic... spineless... I just can't believe you didn't
even try..." Jodie moved round to the door and bolted it shut, taking the
key out and placing it in her coat pocket. "Well that's your chance gone.
Fuck!" Suddenly she grabbed Roberta by the shoulders and shook him as she
shouted in his face "What's wrong with you, you stupid sissy prick? I was
looking forward to chasing you down."
Jodie had become incandescent with rage. Roberta realized that she was
suddenly acting like a little girl, a dangerous little girl who was very,
very pissed. Her voice became louder still.
"If you'd have got to the road, you could have flagged a car down."
Roberta felt sick again with self hate as Jodie strode up and down before
him. Surely she was playing with him, he would have had no chance, that's
why he gave up, wasn't it?
"I thought you wanted to see your wife. I even felt sorry for you, but I
guess you actually want to become our fuck toy."
Roberta grunted through the gag.
"I would have given you a chance to get to the road."
Roberta swallowed, she must be lying, she wouldn't have let him go...
"It's not like you would have gone to the police now is it?"
Roberta cursed himself. She stood astride the sissy and grabbed his leash,
pulling him physically from the floor so that his face was inches from
hers and he could feel her spit as she shrieked, "I was even going to keep
the dogs on their leashes, JUST TO MAKE IT INTERESTING!!" Then she dropped
him hard and started to pace up and down like a lion, her hands clenching
and unclenching.
"I was looking forward to some midnight rope practice, but SOMEBODY is too
much of a god damn sissy to even TRY and run. so now I'm in a BAD mood."
She strode back to Roberta and started to slap him hard round the face. "A
really... shitty... MOOD."
Roberta whimpered for her to stop.
"God you really are pathetic, aren't you?"
Roberta's lip quivered.
"Well I don't know what the fuck we're going to do now. I was expecting to
be chasing you up and down for and hour or two..."
She picked up a long crop from an umbrella stand next to the door and
started thrashing it through the air so that it let out high pitched
whooshing noises, "And now I've got all this GOD..."
Robert flinched as the crop flew inches from his face.
"DAMN..."
A close miss on the return swipe too, Jodie's face was bright red and she
was bearing her teeth.
"EXCESS..."
The crop sliced into the carpet inches from Roberta's left leg.
"ENERGY!!"
Roberta rolled onto his left just in time to avoid a blow to his right
which would have drawn blood.
Jodie stood panting with her hands on her hips. "Let me see, what to do,
what to do." She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair
"Stuck with a sissy who wouldn't say boo to a bunny rabbit and a whole
evening to kill. He'd better be grateful for this. "Oh yes!" Jodie's face
lit up and she clasped her hands together grinning at Roberta
hysterically. "We said we have to do something about your feminine hygiene
problem, didn't we?"
Jodie grabbed the leash still hanging from Roberta's collar and dragged
him along the ground. "COME ON," she roared, her voice actually sounding
like a lion now. Unable to get back onto his heels, Roberta tried to
scurry after her on his knees, his silk stockings rubbing hot against the
carpeted floor.
Jodie stopped in the hallway of the house beside a staircase and opened a
small cupboard under the stairs. Still obviously livid with rage, She tore
items from the cupboard and threw them on the floor until with an
exclamation she found what she wanted. Turning to Roberta she held what
looked like a long steel butt-plug attached by a long tube to a large
rubber bag. Roberta's mouth went dry. Jodie brought the thing close to her
own eye level as if she was about to talk to it.
"Enema nozzle, this Stupid Sissy Slut is Roberta. Roberta, meet your new
best friend Enema nozzle. You two will be spending quality time
together... oh... at least twice daily from now on I'd imagine. RIGHT, get
up those stairs, NOW!"
Roberta managed to push himself to his feet by sliding his back up against
the wood of the staircase and did not need to be told twice as he looked
at the wild eyes of Jodie.
He had climbed two steps when Jodie bellowed, "WAIT!"
She seemed to be deep in thought. Roberta heard her quietly muttering to
herself.
"Let's see, soap, olive oil, castor oil, backing soda, vinegar..." Then
she looked up at Roberta. "Sweety, a suggestion. What with all this time
and me in such a SPECIAL mood, I think we'll have more fun in the kitchen,
don't you?"
Roberta stood motionless on the staircase, his buttocks clenching hard
around his butt plug.
Jodie pushed the tip of her crop into his cheek, "You would like to try
putting some of my special recipes up your cute little butt-hole, wouldn't
you, darling?"
Roberta had little idea what she was talking about but he knew by now to
nod his head.
The next two hours on the kitchen floor were the most painful and
humiliating of Roberta's life to date. Jodie's mood seem to get worse each
second. She would fill him with whatever terrible hot concoction she could
dream of feeding through his asshole and then replace his butt-plug,
leaving the mixture to take its awful toll on his insides as she raided
the cupboards looking for inspiration for the next 'course'. She had
stripped him down to his bra and stockings, leather wrist cuffs fastened
together by a short length of chain. She would make him crawl round on all
fours, stomach painfully full of some mixture from hell as she whipped his
backside as she told him exactly what she thought of him. The kitchen had
a back door out onto a large garden and Jodie had placed a large bucket
just outside into which he had to go and relieve himself when she was
ready with the next mixture.
He lost count as Jodie applied the fourth enema (lemon and glycerin).
Actually, losing count is the wrong word, he lost hope as Jodie applied
the fourth enema. As she pulled out the nozzle and replaced his butt plug,
he broke down in tears, great sobs racking his entire body. He lay on his
side on the cold tiles of the strange kitchen floor and let everything
out. The look on Sarah's face as she left him in the club like she
couldn't care less if she ever saw him again was burned onto his retinas.
Jodie watched quietly - she would have liked nothing better than to make
the sissy suffer even more for such a pathetic display, but her experience
told her that this was an important watershed in the relationship, and
that if she left Roberta for a few seconds to get through it alone, it
would be the start of his next phase of submission to her.
Eventually the sobs died down and Roberta lay there pouting and panting,
occasionally murmuring his discomfort at the mixture in his stomach. Jodie
looked down at him. She had to say the right thing now, something not too
hard. She wanted to thrash the little bastard, she had forgotten how much
work it was breaking in a new sissy. However, at some point he was going
to have to learn to like his new life so she knew she had to try and
summon up some patience, at least for a little while...
She knelt down next to him on the floor and stroked his hair from his face
and then caressed his cheek "Shhh, baby. I know it's hard, I know. Does
your tummy hurt?" Roberta nodded his head "I'm so sorry, but you have to
get used to this, honey. You do want to see Sarah again, don't you?"
Roberta closed his eyes as he nodded now, more tears rolling from his
eyes. 'My god' thought Jodie 'how did this guy get her in the first
place?' she took a deep breath and put her best mummy voice on again.
"Well, then we have to make you into the most obedient, most sexy and most
perfect little maid that there has ever been, don't we?"
Roberta hesitated and sniffed looking puzzled, he didn't quite follow this
logic.
Jodie pinched his earlobe painfully. "Don't we?" and Roberta nodded his
head enthusiastically. "You look confused, don't be. It's pretty simple.
You're a sissy maid to her and now you always will be. The only way she'll
want you back is if we can turn you into a perfect sissy maid who will
make her glad to have you. And one of the things you'll have to do to be
perfect is to clean yourself like this right before every time you have to
serve a mistress or a master."
She pulled gently on his caged penis with her fingers and continued to
gurgle, trying to keep calm. "You never know what they might want you to
do, do you?"
Roberta looked confused, he couldn't see why Sarah would ever want to
stick anything down there, but then seeing that she was waiting for an
answer, he shook his head.
"So I want you to give yourself the next one, so that you can learn how."
Roberta's eyes became frantic again and he started to push himself up to a
standing position from the floor. Jodie slapped his face back down to the
tiled floor viciously, then pointing to the door, she repeated through
gritted teeth, "I want you to give yourself the next one."
Roberta rubbed the side of his face in shock then slowly started to crawl
towards the door with his head down.
After Jodie had supervised his enema, she announced to his huge relief
that they could stop for now and that he should follow her to his
quarters. He followed her up the stairs and into a very large but
otherwise remarkably normal looking master bedroom. On one wall there was
a large bed covered with ornate embroidered sheets. The wall facing the
bed had a large window underneath which there was an antique dressing
table. Expensive looking fitted closets covered the walls of the room.
Jodie turned to Roberta and smiled. "So this is where we sleep, and where
you will start your daily duties." She opened one of the closet doors
which turned out to be an entrance to an en-suite bathroom with
beautifully tiled walls surrounding a large hot tub and a european style
toilet and bidet, all with gleaming brass fittings. On the other side of
the bathroom was another door with an incongruous electronic keypad next
to the handle. Jodie tapped a code into the pad, the door beeped and
clicked and she opened it. "And this is your place," she announced,
pushing Roberta through in front of her.
As he peered at the room in the dim light of the 40 watt bulb hanging on a
bare wire from the ceiling, Roberta saw that the contrast between this
room and the rest of the house was staggering. The floor was concrete and
the walls bare bricks. A single mattress lay in the corner next to a thick
steel ring bolted to the wall and in the next corner there was a simple
shower with no curtain, a bare toilet without a seat and a dirty looking
sink. Next to that lay a tiny kitchenette with an elaborate looking coffee
machine, the only thing in the room that looked in reasonable condition.
There was a large wooden chest on the floor and a large clothes rack on
which was hanging, amongst other things, an array of maid's uniforms that
normally would have had Roberta jumping up and down with excitement.
Underneath the rack lay an assortment of uncomfortable looking footwear
ranging from black patent 3 inch heeled pumps to 6+ inch lockable torture
devices. There was no window and the only door was the one that they had
just entered through that led out through into the bathroom and the master
bedroom.
It was the apartment from hell.
Jodie removed Roberta's gag and handcuffs. For the first time he stood
before her unfettered and free and as he rubbed his wrists he looked at
Jodie with a resentful expression on his face. Jodie stared straight back
at him, both of them silently thinking how this was the moment Roberta
really ought to fight back. Nothing happened for a few seconds, the two
staring each other down. Then Jodie put one finger under his chin and
lifted it powerfully, sending him staggering back into the room. Smiling,
she turned to leave.
"Clean up, take a shower. You have ten minutes," she barked over her
shoulder as the door clicked shut.
Eight minutes later, Roberta was sitting on the edge of the wooden chest,
freshly showered and naked apart from his wig and the cage on his prick.
The door was locked and he looked round at the featureless walls
helplessly, relieved that at least that the room wasn't cold and that he
seemed to have plenty of hot water. He cursed himself for not trying to
run away when he had the chance. A week, a full week of this to come with
horrors that he could not even begin to think about in store for him. He
couldn't believe how far he had fallen in the few hours since they had met
Jodie. She had stripped him of all dignity, even making him doubt that he
would ever see Sarah again.
It was precisely that moment that it became clear to him that she was
playing with his head. Yes! That was it, there is no way that Sarah would
really desert him like this, she was just trying to prove a point and it
had got out of hand. She probably came back into the club to find him a
few minutes later, but they had already left. Of course, that was it, and
right now she would be on her way to pick him up and they would laugh
about it all. That had to be what had happened, there was no way that
after their years together she would really leave him in the hands of
actual physical crazy sadists like this, it was all a joke that had gone
way too far.
And as for the other guy, how silly of Robert to worry, she didn't need
any other guy. Robert was a great lover, he knew most women would kill to
have such an imaginative lover as him. No she couldn't live without him,
that was clear. All he had to do was sit tight and try and cope with
psycho-woman and prey to god Sarah gets the address before the husband
gets home.
Robert glanced over at the rack of maid's uniform and his eyes rested on a
pink satin number with a puffed out skirts. He couldn't help but imagine
how good he would look in it, maybe with a blonde wig... maybe light
brown... definitely not brunette.
He found himself in a daydream standing in the outfit combined with white
stockings, pink patent heels and a light brown wig. He was holding a tray.
To his initial surprise he saw that a variety of condoms, lotions and
lubricants lay on the tray but quickly he admired how neatly and cleverly
he had laid them out, apart from one empty wrapper. Still in the dream, he
heard noises and looked up. Sarah was bent over a large bed, her hair was
in a ponytail and the ponytail was being by the man from the club, he was
using it as leverage to help him as he drove into her noisily from behind,
expressions of pure animal lust on both their faces...
Suddenly Roberta was brought back to the present by the click of the
electronic lock. Jodie strode into the room wearing a silk komono with a
towel wrapped round her head.
"Here, put these on." She threw some clothes at him - a pair of sky blue
silk French knickers and matching cropped top - and he scrambled into
them. Jodie then led the way through to the main bedroom and sat down on
the side of the bed. She took the towel from her head and passed it to
Roberta. "Dry my hair."
Roberta scrambled up onto the bed behind her and started to towel down her
long blonde hair.
"Gently now, massage my scalp while you're doing it." Roberta slowed his
movements.
"Roberta, frankly darling, so far you're a bit of a disappointment to me.
Making a sissy into a sissy isn't fun if he has no fight to start off
with."
Roberta thought this was unfair, was he supposed to put himself in line
for a beating? He was just being sensible, anybody else would do the same.
"I was looking forward to spending the night with you, but I'm not sure
any more. I don't know. Maybe I'll make you sleep down with the dogs."
Roberta's head blotted this out - he must be very tired, he thought she
had just said 'dogs'. Jodie was talking to him in a very casual and
relaxed manner in contrast to earlier in the evening.
She started to relate a story, laughing as she went, "You know we had this
little rich girl here in the spring, twenty one and as cute as a button
but her daddy was some CEO and she was arrogant as hell. We thought we'd
make her sleep down with the dogs so we chained her collar to the kennel
and left here there."
'Shit,' thought Roberta, 'she did say dogs, what is wrong with these
people? I hope Roberta turns up' he prayed to himself, aware of how
unlikely that was
"Anyway, normally our three Alsatian boys are not at all interested in
girls but it must have been something about the way she smelt, or her
cycle or something, because when we came down in the morning, the dogs
were still queuing up to mount her!"
Roberta listened to Jodie's laughter in horror.
"Next night we made sure we had it all on camera, I can show you later if
you like. My husband Mark tells me its her daddy's favourite movie.
Anyway, apart from that they've shown zero interest in anyone else, so I
think you'll be OK. Is that alright with you or would you rather stay up
here with me?"
Without the gag in his mouth, Roberta didn't think twice about making sure
she knew how he felt about this idea.
"Up here with you, please," Jodie gasped and turned to Roberta. She
grabbed his ear and pulled his head down to the bed so that his butt was
sticking up in the air.
"Didn't I tell you to never say a word?" she asked then let rip a volley
of 5 swats where the skin came out from under the silk that made Roberta
yelp. "I don't want to hear that nasty voice. If I ask you a question and
you are behind me, get to where I can see you then nod or shake your
head."
She let Roberta back up and sat on the edge of the bed again so he was
behind her. "Right, would you rather stay with me tonight?"
Roberta felt ridiculous as he minced round on his knees until Jodie could
see him and nodded his head with imploring eyes. "OK then. So far you have
nothing going for you so..."
Jodie dropped her kimono from her shoulders and then spread her legs,
showing her hairy bush to Roberta. "If you want to stay here with me, you
had better be very good with your tongue."
Then she pointed at the floor between her legs. As Roberta assumed the
position the strong scent of her pussy reached his nostrils. He looked up
at Jodie and she smiled down at him, "And I mean extraordinarily good..."
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