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"Hello, wake up sleepy-head!" Roberta found himself being jolted out of
a dream involving lots of white lace "come on, tomorrow you'll be getting
up much earlier than this."
Roberta opened his eyes and slowly his brain started to make sense of his
surroundings, slotting pieces of yesterday's hell together. As he looked
up at Jodie who was kneeling astride him still in her night dress, the
reality of the new morning flooded in.
Jodie reached down and stroked his face. "Ouch, starting to get prickly
there. Now that I know what you're like with your tongue we're going to
have to keep this face silky smooth."
Roberta felt relief at the apparent change in her mood since yesterday.
Jodie swung her leg over him and rose from the bed, taking his hand and
pulling him up as she moved "Come on sexy, it's time for you to find out
how a maid starts the day round here."
They moved through the bathroom to the door of the locked room where
Roberta would be staying. Jodie tapped a code into the keypad on the
door.
"Listen, this electronic look may look like overkill, but it wasn't that
expensive, and it works. The door is programmed to unlock itself between
7 and 7:05 am. You'll be ready and dressed by then, and you'll come out
and bring us coffee."
The sunlight pouring through the bathroom window made the situation,
Jodie and the house seem much less threatening to Roberta. He was just
caught up in a silly game played by silly adults who were behaving like
bullies and all he needed to do was to keep them happy until he could get
away. Just like school.
She opened the door and ushered Roberta into the room and followed him
in, letting the door swing shut behind her. She gestured to the coffee
machine.
"Do you know how to use one of these?"
Roberta eyed the complicated looking machine and looked uncertain.
Jodie shrugged, "Well, you've got all night to figure it out. It takes
about ten minutes to warm up before you can use it. We like a medium
coffee, about 1/2 of one of those cups there."
She turned to face Roberta "Now before you even think of coming out of
this room you need to check that you are completely shaved and clean..."
Jodie picked up the rubber hose that Roberta had become so familiar with
the day before, "...inside and out, understand?"
Roberta nodded his head sulkily. He leaned back against the wall and
folded his arms as Jodie walked over to the shower.
"These are the soaps you will use, and only these. If you run out you
can..." She glanced back and her face turned grey "ROBERTA?"
Roberta jumped up from the wall.
"Stand up straight!"
Roberta did so and Jodie moved back and stood by his side.
"Put your left arm down straight and hold it with your right hand behind
your back."
Roberta did so, finding the position slightly uncomfortable. Jodie moved
round him and reached out and pinched his nipple through the satin top.
Then she then pulled him by the nipple up onto his toes.
"Of course you'll be in heels normally, so lets pretend you are right
now."
Roberta grimaced and looked questioningly at Jodie.
Yes, stay like that on your toes, stomach in, ass out."
Roberta yelped and tried to do as best as he could.
"Good. Now. This is how you will stand whenever you are not doing
anything else. So when you are being spoken to like now or stood in the
corner waiting on us. Eyes STRAIGHT ahead, whatever is going on. OK?"
Roberta nodded, his eyes glued to the opposite wall. Jodie moved over to
the box and Roberta remained motionless, now facing in the opposite
direction. He heard Jodie sigh.
"Oh alright, you need to face the person who is talking to you, turn to
face me."
Roberta shuffled round on his toes to face Jodie, who was opening the
chest on the floor.
"There's underwear and make up in this box." Jodie pulled out a pair of
red satin knickers and walked over to the rack, holding them against a
red satin maid's uniform. "Choose the underwear that matches the uniform
I pick out for you. It should be pretty obvious..." Then Jodie turned
back to Roberta and smiled, "...I'll let you know if you fuck it up."
Jodie turned back to the rack of outfits. "You will dress in whatever
outfit I have left at the end of the rack. As for today... well, let's
see..."
She pulled out the pink satin one that Roberta had admired yesterday.
"This one maybe, or... no... it has to be this one."
Jodie had put back the pink uniform and instead pulled out a shiny black
PVC maid's dress with matching shiny black PVC gloves and white apron.
'Oh, I'm too nice to you but it's your first day and last night...'
Roberta thought he saw a slight blush in her cheeks. He tried hard not to
let the recognition show on his face as she walked over to him and
pressed it against his body.
"Seems to fit you. I know you sissy boys all go wild over this kind of
thing, so... I'll give you an hour and then you'll be clean, smooth and
dressed for me, alright dear?"
Roberta nodded and Jodie placed the outfit on the bed and left. As soon
as the door shut, Roberta ran over to the bed and ran the fingers of one
hand over the glossy black material while the other ran down uselessly to
his caged prick.
All thoughts of Sarah left his head as he rushed to prepare his body so
that he could squeeze into the sexy outfit. Even with an hour, Roberta
barely had time to do everything he had to do. He thought about how on a
normal morning he was going to have to wake long before six in order to
be ready for seven. He saved time by shaving his legs and face while he
was waiting for the depilatory cream to work on his torso and arms. Once
smooth, he did the revolting enema thing then showered quickly, dried and
moisturized then sprayed himself with the body spray. The soap,
moisturizer and the spray all had the same floral scent.
Not at all sophisticated but very feminine, 'exactly the way a maid
should smell,' thought Roberta to himself as the cloud of spray descended
onto his naked shoulders. 'In fact,' he thought to himself, 'this is
what I have always fantasized about, so why shouldn't I try and enjoy
it?'
Humming to himself, he opened the box and looked for the underwear to
match the PVC dress. Roberta held the black PVC knickers out in front of
himself in delight. They were full, like a panty girdle, and the behind
was covered with white ruffles, also made from PVC. They had four short
suspenders hanging down from them. He quickly pulled them up his legs
and squeezed them over his bottom then spent some moments touching
himself and checking himself out in the mirror. There was a matching
strapless bra which he put on, stuffing it with some expensive looking
bra fillers, then again he spent a few seconds enjoying how he looked in
the mirror.
Together with the matching underwear he had found some shiny flesh
colored stockings which he slid up his legs and fastened to the
suspenders hanging from the panties. Having put on the underwear he
started on his face by plucking his eyebrows and carefully doing his make
up and then putting his wig on and pulling the gloves up his arms.
Finally he lifted the dress over his head, it was tight, even over his
thin shoulders. He wondered with a thrill if the last person to wear it
had been a real woman. Reaching behind his back he managed to zip up the
dress and then stood back to admire it in the mirror. The dress was
tightly fitted round his waist and had a round cut neck which was low,
but not too low to show his fake cleavage. Roberta particularly liked
the puffy sleeves and the built in petticoat which made the dress stand
out from his waist, the dress gave him a knockout figure.
He thought about how there could be only one kind of shoes appropriate
for this outfit and sure enough he found some patent black high heels
with ankle straps underneath the rack of clothes. Sitting back on the
bed, he pulled on the left shoe. It was very tight, but he managed to
squeeze his foot into it. After a few seconds fumbling he realized that
the straps around the ankles could only be fastened with a padlock and he
took the shoe off, disappointed. Walking back over to the rack, he
noticed two tiny brass padlocks on the floor next to where he had found
the shoes and he picked them up, they were open, but there was no key to
be seen. He decided to put them in place, but not lock them. Then he
stood up and took in the full effect in the mirror.
Roberta was still enjoying himself in this way a few minutes later as
Jodie walked back into the room.
"Well, somebody looks fantastic, lets have a look at you."
She stepped back and surveyed Roberta up and down as he took up the
stance she had shown him earlier that morning.
"Very good... oh, you forgot to fasten the locks."
She got down and fastened the padlocks in the ankle straps while Roberta,
starting to feel the shoes nip his toes, silently prayed that she
actually had a key somewhere.
"OK, well done Roberta, now follow me."
Jodie led him down to the kitchen and gave him a tour of the cupboards,
showing him where she kept the various food stuffs and equipment for
cooking as Roberta minced after her unsteadily, the discomfort from the
heels compensated for the time being by the delightful feeling of being
able to wear such a wonderful uniform. The large kitchen was built
around a central surface for food preparation.
"OK, so my husband Mark will be back this evening, and I happen to know
he's been incredibly busy, so we're going to give him a proper welcome
home."
Roberta's heart sank as he was forced to remember this unwelcome fact.
"We're going to prepare dinner and I need to go out to get some fresh
meat."
She moved over to the fridge and pulled out some vegetables, placing them
on the central table.
"In the meantime, you can wash and prepare the vegetables. Stay here for
a moment."
Jodie left the kitchen, returning moments later with a large black sports
bag. Opening it, she pulled out a long thick chain and a couple of
padlocks. She walked over to Roberta and, bending down, wrapped the
chain round his left ankle and locked it in place. Then she fastened the
other end to a circular metal ring bolted into the side of the central
table, leaving enough chain for him to move round the kitchen, but not to
leave it. Roberta smirked at her.
"That's right," said Jodie, seeing the joke "Chained to the kitchen
sink!" Then she returned to the bag and pulled out another ball gag and
walked back to Roberta .
"While I'm gone, I'll have to make sure you don't run out on me or try to
make a scene, not that anybody would hear you," She said as she fastened
the gag into his mouth and locked it shut behind his head with yet
another padlock. Roberta wondered again if she would remember where all
her keys were later.
"Now I'll be gone for an hour or two, and when I get back I want all of
those vegetables prepared, you do know how to do that right?"
Roberta nodded.
"Don't peel the potatoes, just wash them, and make sure the skins are
left on them, but spotless, got it?"
Roberta nodded his understanding again and then Jodie stroked his hair.
"OK, so everything will be fine. I'll leave you then." And she strolled
out of the room, shouting "BE GOOD" over her shoulder as she went.
Roberta stood motionless in the kitchen for some minutes, contemplating
his situation. His thrill at the uniform mixed with dread at the return
of Jodie's husband and a weird feeling about the situation. This was the
first time he had actually been forced to behave like a maid rather than
just prance round in the uniform.
'OK, come on Roberta, do you really want to be here when the husband gets
back?' An image of him standing in front of a man flashed into his eyes,
he had had enough of that at the club and he didn't think he liked how it
had felt one bit. Roberta decided he should try to get out of the
situation. Getting down to his knees was awkward because of the heels,
but he managed to get down to where the chain was fastened to the bolt
and he tugged on it with both hands. The bolt didn't budge. Roberta sat
on the floor, the tiles cold on the naked flesh between his stocking tops
and the panties. Placing the toes of his shoes against the table, he
tried again, this time pushing with his feet as he tried to pull the
metal loop out of the wood. After pulling with all his might for a
minute or so, his hands slipped and he fell backwards, lying on the floor
and lay there panting out of breath. The chain was not going to budge.
He scanned the room for inspiration and his eyes fell on a telephone
fastened to the kitchen wall.
'Surely not, a phone? That would be too easy' he thought to himself.
After a few seconds staring in disbelief, he pulled himself back to his
feet and walked over to it. He hesitated before lifting the receiver,
not allowing himself to hope that it would be actually connected.
Finally he reached out and grabbed the phone, quickly bringing it to his
ear. He yelped with triumph through the gag as he heard the dialing
tone. Without wasting any time, he dialed home, praying that his wife
Sarah would be there to pick it up.
The phone rang once... twice... three times... 'come on Sarah, pick it
up, please...' four rings... five... still no answer 'please, oh god
please...' thought Roberta to himself then, after the sixth ring...
success.
"Hello?" Sarah's voice, she was there! Oh god, he had to communicate
with her and quickly! Roberta grunted throught the gag fastened deep
between his teeth
"Fuu-wuhh, fuh-wuhh! Ef-we, wo-wuhh"
"Hello? Hello? What do you think... just... keep... good. Uh Hello, Who
is this?"
"Wo-wuhh!!!"
"I can't understand what... Oh, Robert? Is that... Robert, is that you?"
"Eehh, ehh, wo-wuhh, wo-wuhh-wuhh!"
"I don't understand, look, uh, if that is Robert, grunt twice for yes,
once for no."
"Wuh wuh"
"Robert, Honey, are you OK?" Roberta heard, then in a quieter, muffled
voice, "Just WAIT, just...keep on doing that..." Wwhat was she saying?
Then her voice came back clear again. "Is that you? Are you OK?"
"Woe. Weh wee!"
"No? what's wrong honey, are you hurt or something?"
Roberta paused. He should lie if he wanted to get out of this.
"Wuh wuh"
"What they hurt you? What's going on, are you gagged?" Then again, off
phone Robert heard her muffled voice. "Stop that, LICK." What... was she
talking to someone else? Lick? Lick what? "Sorry Robert, I'm a little
busy, umm, what were you saying?"
'A little busy?' thought Roberta. 'Get me out of here Sarah, what the
hell are you doing?' "WUH WUH!"
"Robert, did they um, really hurt you? I mean, I don't know where you
are, I could only call the police... No LICK! Sorry Robert, I'm...
ohhhh... I'm a bit busy, can you call back?"
"WUH! WUH! WUH!"
"Hello, is someone on the phone?" A male voice came on the line to
Roberta's surprise and horror.
"Um, hello, who is that?" He heard Sarah say
"Jodie? Is that you?"
"No, I... I thought Jodie was there, isn't she? Whom am I talking to?"
"It's Mark Norton here, are you talking to Jodie?" Roberta's head started
to spin, what was going on?
"Well actually I was talking to Robert... sorry... Roberta, at least I
think its Roberta."
"Roberta? Who's Roberta? I don't understand.."
"Umm, Roberta is my husband, he's... visiting... Jodie"
"Your husband is called Roberta? What's..."
"Can you just hold on a second." Then Sarah's voice became muffled again
and this time very quiet. "If you don't lick up that mess right now, I
swear..." Roberta's head was spinning. "Sorry, right, Roberta is my
husband, yes, but he's a... well he's kind of a... a sissy, aren't you
dear?"
"WUH!"
"Yes, and he's staying with Jodie for a few days. Are you her..."
"Husband, yes and she didn't mention anything about a sissy."
"Oh, well perhaps it was a surprise. I hope I didn't spoil anything."
"I just got in the door."
'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit,' thought Roberta, suddenly feeling the
urge to go to the bathroom.
"Got back early. I wonder where he is. He sounds like he's gagged or
something, did you phone us?"
"No, he phoned me!"
"Well, there's no sign of Jodie's car, I don't understand."
"Would he be, I mean normally, would you let your... any... sissies that
you were... well, use the phone like that?"
"WUH WUH!" 'Shut up Sarah!' thought Roberta to himself.
"Absolutely not! But... Sarah... is it?"
"Hi!" Roberta actually thought he heard his wife giggle.
"Hi, well, if he's using the phone I would normally have to punish him,
but I don't know what you discussed with Jodie."
"OH, oh no, you should feel free to do... whatever it is you do!"
'Sarah? What are you saying?' screamed Roberta's brain to himself.
"I wonder where he is, he's not in the hall."
To Roberta's horror he heard the kitchen door open and a tall man
wearing a business suit walked in. He had blonde hair and he had a phone
pressed to his ear and a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, it's OK, I found him."
Roberta felt the man's eyes bore into him hungrily.
"Hello, you must be Roberta!"
Roberta kept the phone to his ear uselessly and backed himself into a gap
between two work surfaces, realizing too late that he had effectively
trapped himself between the two kitchen units. The man dropped his hand
from his ear.
"Very pretty," he said quietly as he walked slowly across the kitchen.
As he approached Roberta raised his gloved hand in front of him, acutely
aware that his thin arm wouldn't keep this well built man off for long.
Remembering the phone in his hand Norton lifted it back to his ear and
said to Sarah, "He's really very pretty. Do I have you to thank for this
Sarah?"
"Oh well, not really. What... um... what's he doing?"
"Well he's sort of... hiding in the corner looking frightened."
Nobody said anything for a moment, Roberta's rapid breathing the loudest
noise in the room.
"So... what are you going to do now?" asked Sarah, with a hushed tone of
eager curiosity.
"Well, I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be using the phone, so I'll have to
think of something."
The man walked over to where Roberta was huddled against the wall and
stood directly in front of him, blocking his escape from the small
alcove. He reached his hand out to stroke Roberta's face, Roberta moving
his arm out to block him but then pulling it back before it made contact,
too scared to defend himself. Norton chuckled at his flinching and Sarah
heard his amusement.
"What's funny, what's he doing?"
"Oh, nothing. His eyes get so big when he's scared."
Norton continued to stroke his face, Roberta closing his eyes for a few
seconds then opening them in the hope that he would find himself
somewhere else. The feeling of being dressed like this in front of a man
was indescribable. Roberta felt completely powerless and he felt his
head drop in submission to the situation. Norton stopped stroking and
gently but firmly gripped Roberta's face by the chin and brought his eyes
up to his own.
Maintaining eye contact he spoke again into the phone, "Tell me Sarah,
what do you think I should do to him?"
"Me?"
"Yes, what do you think would get the message across?"
"Oh! Well, I really don't know..." To his horror, Roberta heard his wife
giggling. "Maybe... Maybe you should... Oh I don't know... maybe spank
him or something?"
Roberta flinched as the man gripped his shoulder through the puffy PVC
sleeve of the uniform.
"Do you think that would get the message across?"
Roberta definitely heard Sarah giggle this time.
"Oh yes, I'm sure, so long as you did it hard enough!"
Roberta's eyes started to roll as he silently cursed his wife but he
stopped himself, worried about appearing insolent to the man.
"And then you could... No."
"What is it, Sarah?" smiled Norton, his eyes boring into Roberta's.
"Well I was just thinking that he'll probably secretly enjoy it, so maybe
you should get him to thank you afterwards." 'Sarah, what are you
saying!' thought Roberta.
"Thank me?"
Sarah's voice became quieter as if she was getting short of breath. "I
mean properly. I mean with his mouth." Then she giggled nervously
again, still sounding out of breath.
Norton's eyes lit up at this suggestion. "Does he like doing that?"
"Actually, he's never tried, but he's always going on about how he would
love a real cock in his mouth," said Sarah, lying to the stranger.
"WUH WY-ER! WO! WO!" exclaimed Roberta, his hand finally reaching out to
push the man away. Norton exchanged the phone to his left hand and
simply slapped Roberta's face once with his right, silencing him
instantly and (to Norton's delight) making the sissy's eyes even bigger
with awe and fear.
"What's going on?" asked Sarah.
"Oh nothing." Norton raised his large hand in front of Roberta's face
"There's no problem, is there?"
Roberta shook his head instantly, eyes still wide in terror.
"Sarah, do you want to listen, or shall I hang the phone up?"
"Oh I'd love to hear it, don't hang up," exclaimed Sarah
enthusiastically, "just leave the phone on the side or something."
Norton took Roberta's phone from him and placed it back on the wall,
while he placed his own wireless phone on the kitchen surface. Then,
reaching into his pocket he pulled out his car keys, attached to which
were four or five much smaller brass keys. Norton then turned Roberta's
head to the side to unfasten the lock on the maid's gag and pull it from
Roberta's mouth. Roberta licked his dry lips.
"L-Listen, about what my wife just said..." started Roberta.
"SHHH!" hissed Norton loudly as he waved a finger menacingly at Roberta.
"Don't piss me off," he said calmly. Then he took Roberta's arm gently
and led the maid out of the alcove. Roberta's arm started to shake as he
felt himself becoming hysterical with fear. His other hand moved to his
face and Norton wondered if he was going to start crying. Norton reached
out to grab him again, but Roberta slapped his arm away, rebellion
suddenly written on the maid's face.
Norton decided to stop being gentle and moved in, grabbing one of the
sissy's thin gloved arms in each of his hands before pulling them to
cross horizontally behind Roberta's back and holding them there with one
large hand. Then he bent Roberta forward over the table in the centre of
the kitchen, pinning him face down with the hand round his arms. The
skirts billowed up, like the petals of a flower round its centre,
Roberta's pantied ass. Roberta's head moved to one side and he started to
sob slightly as he felt his exposure and his cock bulging inside its
cage.
"Now Roberta, it is always important that you understand your punishment.
Do you know what you did wrong?"
Roberta hesitated, then nodded.
"Well speak up so that your wife can hear!" exclaimed Norton.
"I... I used the phone," said Roberta quietly.
Norton reached behind him with his free hand, having to lift Roberta
slightly as he did, and picked up the wireless receiver placing it on the
table to the left of Roberta's head. Then he turned Roberta's head to
rest so that he was facing the phone. Finally he resumed his previous
position.
"You used the phone WHAT?"
Roberta cringed with embarrassment, knowing his wife would hear every
second of his humiliation.
"I used the phone... Sir."
Was that another giggle he heard from the phone?
"And what's going to happen to you now?"
Norton strengthened his grip on Roberta's arms and added in a menacing
hiss. "Be sure to speak up." The front of Norton's trousers was pressing
against Roberta's panties,
"I'm... You're going to spank me."
Roberta felt Norton's hold tighten uncomfortably.
"SIR, sorry sir."
He definitely heard a peal of laughter coming from the phone.
"That's right. I'm going to spank your ass. Then what are you going to
do?"
"Don't know Sir," said Roberta sulkily.
"Yes you do, you heard. What are you going to do?"
Roberta's eyes opened and shut. He could feel the man's trousers against
his stockings. He suddenly realized that Norton had started to very
slowly grind the front of his trousers against his ass. He could feel
the man getting hard.
"I.. I am going to suck your cock, Sir."
"Good, so now you're going to explain the situation to Sarah."
Norton picked up the phone and held it to Roberta's face. "Tell her what
you did, how you are going to be punished and what you are going to do to
thank me."
Roberta looked round at the man with pleading in his eyes.
"Go on!"
"Hello Sarah?"
"Hi Honey!"
Roberta felt Norton signal to him to get on with it by applying painful
pressure to his arms again.
"Listen Sarah, I have been told I have to say something to you. I..."
Roberta paused, disgusted at having to go through with the humiliating
confession. "I used his... Mr. Norton's phone without permission and...
so... now he is going to spank... me..."
"OK, well that's appropriate I think, don't you baby? He sounds nice. Is
he good looking?" he heard his wife ask. Roberta turned to look at the
man.
"I don't know, I suppose." Norton shook him again. "Listen, I have to
carry on. After he spanks me, he's going to make me..." Roberta paused.
"Yes?" asked Sarah.
"Suck him," said Roberta quickly and quietly.
Norton applied painful pressure to his arms.
"I'm going to suck his cock! I'm going to suck his cock!" blurted out
Roberta. Sure enough Norton eased up on the pressure.
"My, honey, you do sound excited! Now just remember to say please and
thank you whenever Mr Norton does anything." Sarah paused for a moment.
"Sweety, are you OK?" Sarah actually sounded sympathetic and the kindness
in her voice started Roberta's tears again.
"No," he sobbed in a small voice. "No."
"Oh you will be honey, don't worry, you're just nervous."
Tears filled his eyes. Sarah had to get him out of this.
"Sarah..."
"Be sure and take your time at the beginning and swallow at the end, OK
darling?"
"Sarah please..."
"Now tell Mr Norton you're done."
"Sarah, please, you've got to...."
"YOU'RE DONE!"
Roberta slowly turned and nodded to Norton who took the receiver and
placed it back on the counter a few inches from his face. Then reaching
under the skirt of the uniform he slowly pulled Roberta's PVC ruffled
panties down and sighed as he saw the sissy's little ass quiver in fear.
He took a few moments to run his hand over the smooth skin before raising
his hand in preparation for the first blow...
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