From Gary to Greta Part II A
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My Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed wrote the sequels of
Gary to Greta which I post now. Later on I will post my own sequels.
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From Gary to Greta Part II
by Domme Mistress and Greta
Our life in Paris took on an entirely new meaning. My wife delved into my
savings account, the money I had worked so hard to earn and save towards
my retirement, and "invested" in my "education". She paid top money to
have me trained in various houses around Paris in all aspects of domicile
servant chores. Every morning I would set out with my maid outfit in my
bag, heading to a different home. >From washing and ironing, to cooking
and cleaning up, I had to learn every detail always dressed like the
sissy maid I was. I learned to clean bathrooms and toilets, to pick up
mats of hair from showers and to vacuum bedrooms, taking the at-times-
still-wet sheets to wash. If the homeowner was not watching I would
eagerly sniff the aromas of passion before tossing the sheets into the
washer. I learned to cook, to serve correctly and to pick up just as
properly. I learned to wash the dishes and put them away before retiring
for the night. And my favorite part of the day was picking up the
homeowner's panties, learning how to hand-wash them gently, inhaling
deeply when I would sense the aroma of woman's pee still on them.
Invariably my instructors were harsh on me, making me repeat the same
chore over and over again until I got it just right. All would ridicule
me, a strong, athletic male dressed in a maid's outfit. And some would go
the extra step, forcing me to work on my hands and knees, legs wide
apart, just to mock my genitals.
My humiliation would continue at night, when I would come home and have
to perform the duties I had learned in front of my lovely wife. I had
long stopped calling her by her first name, Andrea. Instead, now she
forced me to call her Ms. Beringer, her maiden name. In time, as we
became more Parisian, she made me call her Madame Beringer.
Nighttime would come and there was no relief for me. My wife would retire
to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. We had long stopped having
intercourse. Actually, two or three weeks into our wedding, she had
curtly told me that intercourse with me was not pleasant and she didn't
want to do it anymore. No matter how I pleaded with her over the years
that I could learn what pleased her, my wife kept repeating that she had
no interest in having intercourse with me. The "with me" part of her
answer has haunted me to this day.
I would sleep in the guest room, uncomfortable, tossing and turning all
night, wanting desperately to have sex - any kind of sex, with my lovely
wife, masturbating wildly three and four times a night, never getting
real satisfaction, wondering how my lovely wife could go all night, every
night without sex. It was sheer torment: by day ridiculed and trained as
a maid; in the evenings, humiliated by my wife; at night, forbidden to
have sex, desperately thinking if and how my wife was getting any
satisfaction.
Of course, I knew my wife was having a very active sex life. In the
mornings when she went to work, I would go into her bedroom to change the
sheets and make the bed. At times there was a vibrator lying there. I
would pick it up and almost smell her wetness. I often played with it,
imagining I was vibrating my wife. Other times, when I would pick up her
panties from the floor, I would sniff them deeply, sensing sometimes the
acrid smell of her first morning pee intermingled with another man's cum.
She didn't bring any man home, so I knew she was fucking outside the
house. And to make my humiliation even worse, I did not know who exactly
was having the pleasure of fucking my lovely wife while I was toiling as
a maid from house to house.
My wife would not answer my questions about this. But she had an even
more powerful weapon. Very early on in our marriage, even though she
refused to have intercourse, she would at least "help me" masturbate,
touching me lightly here and there while I jerked off. It was not very
often that she "helped" but still it felt really good. Now in Paris, the
two or three times that I pleaded for sex - any sex - she replied sharply
that if I would ever ask again, that would be the end of her "helping"
me cum.
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