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CHASTE CUCKOLD RUBBERMAID by Throne Sometimes the most difficult part of my situation is knowing that I caused it to happen myself. That and not being sure if I wanted it to go this far or not. Let me take you back six months and tell you the whole story. My wife Greta, a tall plump beauty of German and Swedish descent, was out with her friend Erma for the evening, so I went right to the computer and my favorite chastity and cuckold site. It's a blog by a fellow who posts well selected photos with clever and perceptive captions that he writes. I'm always intrigued to view his latest and I love to leave comments. So I checked to see what he had and found two pictures of full-figured women like my wife. One was suggesting that she was going to turn her husband into a rubber maid and make him serve her and her lover. That idea hit me right where I live, by which I mean it got me aroused. The other featured a redhead whose hair reached to her waist, and her husband who was already in a rubber maid's outfit. She was saying that she liked him so much that way, she was considering making that his regular role. Again, it touched me below the waist. I left enthusiastic comments about both pictures, even saying that I wouldn't mind finding myself married to either of those BBWs and being put into that role. I took a break and made myself a drink, a 7&7, a bit on the strong side. Hey, it was my evening by myself. Then I visited a story site I enjoy that features men being transformed and feminized. I found a two-parter called LITTLE JOHNNY BLUE by a terrific writer named Sherry Linn. The plot was about an inheritance and a cruel aunt who sissifies the young man as part of her plot to deny him his money. The details were well presented and the mood was sustained expertly. I started fantasizing about what such a fine author could do with my rubber maid fantasies. Then I freshened up my drink and left a comment on the story. Well, actually it wasn't a comment. It was an outline for a tale about a husband put into chastity, dressed as a (you guessed it) rubber maid, and cuckolded. I went into lots of detail before I was done. I liked it so much that I sat there and re-read it three times. Then I returned to the kitchen for one last addition to my beverage of choice. When I stopped in the living room to turn on the TV and put it on one of those all music stations, for background, I got comfortable in my recliner, with my feet up, and finished my third drink. And fell asleep. And didn't know anything until I felt my wife Greta gently nudging me awake. She was standing over me, her big bust straining against the front of her sweater, smiling. I mumbled something and she told me, "Darling, we need to have a little talk." I wanted to know what we had to talk about and she explained, "I just read that fascinating outline you wrote on-line. You even used your first name for the husband. And your description of the wife was just like me. Wasn't it?" I squirmed uneasily and admitted that she was right. She wanted to know, "And you really get off on seeing yourself in that position? With me controlling your sex life with chastity? And all those other things?" I nodded and said, in a small embarrassed voice, "Well... sort of. I mean, I'm not sure about ALL of what's in there." She gave me a penetrating look and said, "No hurry. I need some time to think about all this myself." She grew thoughtful and then went on, "Are there OTHER sites you visit? More of the same?" Uneasily, I admitted, "There is one with, um, photos that have captions added to them." She frowned slightly, not understanding what I meant, and then said, "Show me." I returned to my favorite blog and ran through the latest pictures with her, slowly. She considered and said, "Well, it's nice to see that some of these ladies aren't sure they want to commit to this stuff either. Although some of the others are heavily into it. I guess I might stay like I am or, maybe, get carried away." She paused, then went on, "So you're saying that if we did try this, and I put you into chastity, you wouldn't get any sex. But whenever I wanted, you would be there for me to provide... oral stimulation?" I nodded, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, but it didn't scare her away. She just repeated that she wanted time to go over everything in her mind. I assured her that I understood and was grateful that she wasn't angry with me. "Why?" she chided. "If I was angry I might put you into chastity right away. And leave you like that." My eyes must have lit up because she decided that we should go to the bedroom and that I could demonstrate how devoted I could be to her pleasure with no thought about getting any satisfaction for myself. That went VERY well, and she was quite vocal in her response and appreciation. For me it was like a sneak preview of heaven. At that moment, of course, I was too excited to have any more thoughts about how Greta might like it so much that she could take me further than I wanted. For the next week she kept asking for reassurances that I honestly wanted what we had discussed. She asked where we could get one of those chastity 'thingies' and I showed her two websites that offered them. It took another week before Greta declared that we could order a tube for me, but she still qualified that by warning that she might not want to proceed. I assured her that whatever she decided was all right, even though I was silently hoping that she would take it to the next step. I could hear that little lock clicking shut as my penis was imprisoned. And I continued to give her as much oral sex as she could take, which proved to be a LOT. I selected a device and got her approval, then typed in my buyer's information with quivering fingers. After that the wait was unbearable. Greta was still vacillating over actually using the tube, but I sensed that she was moving toward the Dominant side of our sexual equation. I had paid extra for rush shipping and the package arrived quickly, though not fast enough for me. I was eager to open it but my wife suddenly decided that it could wait. I wasn't sure if she was having second thoughts or intentionally controlling the situation to show me who was in charge. The little box sat on the table just inside our front door for two days while I fretted but didn't say anything that might make her feel pressured. Then, on Friday night, she announced that it was time. Even then I was experiencing some uncertainty. My cherished fantasies of being put into chastity were somewhat scary when I thought of them becoming reality. I mean, it was what I wanted but even so, putting myself so completely into Greta's power frightened me. Nevertheless, as she had me open the box, I felt aroused. The device consisted of a steel tube, an attached ring that could open to fit around the base of the scrotum, and a lock that would hold the ring closed, making the device unable to be removed, except by whoever held the key. The keyholder. Greta asked me once more if I wanted to go through with it. I took a deep breath and told her I did. She had read on one of the sites I liked about making a guy's penis small by applying cold, and now she had me fetch an icepack. Once my penis had been reduced to a flaccid state, she slipped the tube over it and closed the ring, then fitted the small padlock through the aligned openings. My wife's eyes met mine and she asked, "Are you sure you want this? Last chance. The plan is appealing to me more and more. Once your chastity is locked, it might stay on you for a long time. Tell me what you want." I swallowed, my throat tight, and said, "This is exactly what I want, Greta. Please close the lock. Take control of the key... and my sex life." She smiled as she clicked the lock shut and told me, "This could turn out to be plenty of fun... for me." After that we watched two hours of TV, her relaxing and enjoying the shows, me totally distracted by my new chaste state and the uncertainty of what might follow. Greta finally decided that it was time for bed. She made me strip and, while she sat on the foot of the bed, stand before her. I did it and she handled the chastity, curious about it. Then, to my surprise, she let go of that and reached up with both hands to tease my nipples, which she already knew are highly sensitive. I gasped and my cock tried to erect. But it was caught in its tiny prison and strained futilely against its captivity. I moaned as she continued to stimulate me. Then she chuckled at my plight, stretched out on her back with her feet still on the floor, and said, "Now you can thank me for being your keyholder. Get that talented tongue busy, husband dearest." I got onto my knees on the carpet and obeyed, wildly excited to have my dream become reality. Maybe this would be enough, I told myself as I got busy. The rubber maid scenes and cuckolding could remain fantasies. Couldn't they? Greta made me serve her until she was utterly satisfied. She said, "I could get used to being pampered that way." Then she rolled onto her side and added, "You can kiss my butt to thank me for being so nice to you." I clambered up onto the bed and did that too before she drifted off to contented sleep, leaving me hornier than I had ever been, wondering if I fully understood what I had set into motion. I woke up on Saturday morning to find my wife happily sipping coffee. When I went to pour myself a cup she told me not to, pointing out that she wanted me to keep her taste in my mouth and on my lips. I smiled submissively. Then she said we would be going shopping in a short while because there was something she wanted to get for me at the mall. What could it be? They certainly wouldn't be selling rubber maid outfits. But I docilely did as she said, foregoing breakfast, getting dressed, and having to assist her in dressing. She made me put three different pairs of sexy shoes on her before she decided which one she wanted to wear. That got me stimulated all over again but, naturally, I couldn't do anything about it. So off we went to the mall. When we got there she window shopped in several stores, leaving me to continue wondering what she intended. She wore a secret smile as we stopped in a lingerie shop and she admired some sexy sleepwear. Was that it? Was she going to treat herself to some items that would show off her body in the bedroom, with the intention of teasing me visually? She switched to looking at panties. Turning to me she asked, "What size would fit you, dearest?" I was stunned. But it made sense, if she was considering the full rubber maid scenario, to start me with something simpler. So I suggested what I thought would be the proper size and she made me recommend some colors. White, blue and green, I offered. So she bought me peach, strawberry, and pink lemonade. I felt my cheeks grow warm. The cute young salesgirl seemed to sense something was unusual and smirked at me. There were also a few equally colorful training bras and several pair of stockings. On the way home Greta had me stop at a bakery and pick up some miniature cheese Danish, a favorite of mine. But when we got home she told me firmly that I wasn't allowed to have any. Instead, I could have some saltines and milk. While I ate that she reheated the remaining coffee for herself and savored two of the pastries. Then she said it was time for me to put on a fashion show for her. We went to our bedroom, where she had me spread all her purchases out on the bed. When she saw the uncertain look on my face she wanted to know, "Am I being too mean, dear, making you dress for me?" I squared my shoulders and said, "No, love. Whatever you want is what we should do. I'm still getting used to the idea that you're going along with my... dream. And if you want to be a little mean, that's okay too." "Mmm," she mused. "Only a little mean?" Her words hung in the air as she looked over my new lingerie. She didn't even turn to me as she ordered, "Strip naked, husband dearest. Time to make you pretty." I was thrilled but also, I'll admit, chilled, to have things moving forward so quickly. I got out of my shoes, shirt and pants. Standing there in just socks and jockey shorts, I hesitated before reminding myself that I wanted Greta to do this. With that in mind, I hurried to get completely bare. Then I stood with my hands at my sides, trying to appear willing. My wife eyed me up and down, her gaze lingering on the tube that held my penis. She stepped close and took me by the shoulders to give me a deep hot kiss. Somehow I knew not to kiss back, instead letting her be dominant. Of course I was instantly aroused. My member tried to get hard but was immediately frustrated. I moaned at the tightness of the device. Greta smiled and began toying with my nipples, sending my libido soaring. I began to breath hard but she didn't stop. I writhed under her teasing touch and bit my lips. She didn't relent until I was on the verge of crying, my thwarted need was so insistent. She wanted to know, "How's that for mean?" I was panting as I assured her, "That's very... effective." To help convince her that I liked it but accepted that she could be wicked, I added, "Thank you." She grinned and shook her head. "You really want me to go further, don't you?" I nodded. "So be it, my helpless husband. Let's see you in the strawberry panties. And look, they even have a little applique of a strawberry on the hip." I gingerly picked up the filmy garment and stepped into it, drawing the material up my legs and adjusting it. The crotch panel of the panties was opaque, so it hid the chastity device, but also pressed it snugly against my body, so that it looked like all I had was a pubic mound. Greta noticed and made a joke about keeping me that way so I could be her male lesbian. "You know. Since you won't be able to do anything with your dick anyway." I felt my cheeks grow warm as I blushed. Then she made me don a training bra in a lighter shade of the same color. The cups were pretty much flat, so it fit well. Next she had me slip a pair of stockings up my legs. They were elastic tops, so they stayed up by themselves. Once I was done that, she made me sashay around the room, reminding me that I was expected to take small steps and roll my hips. Greta could see how uneasy I was and, inspired, made me leave the relative comfort of the bedroom and stroll around the house. I even had to pass the front picture window, and was terribly afraid someone would spy me. When we returned to our room she made me switch to each remaining garment in turn, so that it turned into a long fashion show. I had to strike poses, lick my lips, and cup my hands over the front of my bra. Instead of being turned off, my wife got excited, so much so that she declared it was time for me to assume my newest role in bed. I froze but only for a second. It was really happening. She told me, "I expect you to be very attentive with your mouth on my pussy. After all, you won't have to think about how soon you'll be getting your fun. It certainly won't be today." She paused, reading the mix of excitement and realization on my face, before adding, "And I don't think it will be tomorrow, either. Do you?" "No, darling," I said in a meek voice. "It won't be until you say so." "That's right. Now let's hit the sheets and see if you perform up to my standards." I shivered with excitement as I began pleasing her. Again. After two loud climaxes she permitted me to kiss her thighs as my reward. That left me hornier than ever. Two nights later she announced that it was time for us to discuss cuckolding. Or rather, for her to tell me what was happening. It turned out that a handsome guy had just transferred to her office as the supervisor of her department. He was happy with her work and obviously attracted to her. But he noticed her wedding ring and just made a joke about her being unavailable. She countered with the news that we had decided to have a sort of open marriage. He was seriously thinking of taking her out, if only for a drink. I was stunned but welcomed the chance of my fantasy being further fulfilled. Greta could tell that I wasn't going to back out. She said she expected to have an answer from her new boss, Ted, by the weekend. Just talking about it had gotten her quite stimulated. She told me that she was so wet she was soaking the front of her panties. I was already in my lingerie when she made me undress her. Then she let me get into the missionary position in bed. She was under me, naked, legs spread, but I still had my chastity locked. Greta grinned up at me as she began playing with my nipples. "Ohhh, that's right," she said in an innocent voice. "You don't have anything to give me in the cock department. I hope your balls aren't getting too sore. Thank goodness you have that limber tongue that I can use for a half hour or so. You don't mind being my licking slave, do you sweetheart?" My wife puckered her lips and closed her eyes. I was gasping as she continued her physical as well as mental teasing. Not until I was groaning did she make me slide down, kissing her body as I went, until my face was buried between her shapely thighs. Ted warmed to the idea of our open marriage and asked her out. She accepted and explained further that our arrangement was one-way, so she could cheat on me but I didn't have the same right. Instead of being concerned, Ted was amused, so she told him how I had willingly gone into chastity and allowed her to dress me in feminine finery. He was enthused about that and said something about getting a look at me. Greta said she would think about it but that she wanted to see how their first date went, though she expected it to be terrific. The big night arrived. I had to wear my usual, with the addition of a short nighty, which reminded me of my very UN-masculine role in our marriage. As I helped her shower and dress, Greta talked about getting intimate with Ted. It excited me. She wore a very sexy outfit. As he pulled up in front of our house she told me to go to my favorite web site and read a few of the stories that aroused me, saying that they should all be ones with wives who feminized their husbands and cheated on them. She concluded that chastity would be appropriate, too. As the doorbell rang I rushed off to the computer. I could hear her speaking to Ted, unhurriedly, sounding seductive. And then they were gone. It was eight o'clock. I began hunting for the types of stories she had indicated. At midnight she returned, her hair and make-up slightly mussed, her clothes a bit disordered. She gave me a lopsided smile and said, "Hello -- cuckold. Ted was irresistible and I couldn't say no. You got cheated on, my sissified husband. Now I have no reason to let you out of chastity. Not when I have him to take care of my needs. Though I'll still be making lots of use of your tongue." She chuckled. "And he's keen on coming here and having you see us together. So I'm going to order the rubber maid costume for you. But right now I need one more orgasm, a nice soft one after the pair of big explosions he set off. He wore a rubber so you won't get a mouthful of cum. But the whole time you're down there you can think about how his cock was in the same place not very long ago. And how your dick is stuck in that chastity tube. And I'll be going on birth control pills so he can ride me bareback. I am going to have so much fun, sweetie. And you are going to be so frustrated." In a daze, I followed her to the bedroom. She made me strike some pin-up poses in my nightie. Then I had to undress her. At last she got into bed and stretched out contentedly. Putting myself between her legs I brought my face close to her crotch. What she had said about Ted having been inside her stuck in my mind and stayed there as I gave her a long unhurried licking. She moaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, murmuring about how wonderful her lover had been during sex. After a half hour she had a calm satisfying climax. It unsettled me to know that I was just acting as a follow-up to the overload of satisfaction he had given her. Then my wife rolled onto her side and went to sleep, leaving me to my unfulfilled yearnings. Using my credit card, she ordered the rubber outfit and paid for express shipping. Three days later it arrived. Greta was eager to enter this final phase of my long-held fantasy. I was nervous yet happy. And I was proud that I hadn't complained about not getting any relief from my chaste state. We opened the box together and the scent of rubber rushed out to fill our nostrils. I inhaled deeply, excited by the smell. My wife asked me if my dick was trying to get hard inside its prison and I admitted it was. She chuckled at my helplessness. Then she had me spread everything out on our bed. I was dazzled by the stockings, panties, high corset, long gloves and especially the full-head mask, which had cat eye cut-outs and a mouth slit surrounded by the image of full red lips. There were even high arched eyebrows on it. Also included were an apron and cap, both in much thinner rubber. Greta had me touch everything, pick up the items one by one and hold them, and press each against the appropriate part of my body. By the time that was done I was panting softly, mouth open, lower lip quivering. She patted my chastity and said jokingly, "Down, boy." I had to smile at that. Then she wanted to know, "Are you sure you want to go all the way with this scene? I'm just curious. Honestly, I don't know if I could stop myself at this point. You've drawn me into your fantasy, dear. And I'm getting an added thrill by being sort of mean to you. Watching you squirm. Thinking about maybe pushing you beyond your limits. So what do you think?" I answered honestly, "It's in your pretty hands, Greta. The idea of having you hold the key to my chastity and not unlocking it unless YOU feel like it still excites me more than I can say. Knowing you've started an affair has the same effect. And the idea of being put into this rubber maid outfit is the ultimate. I guess I had some doubts before but suddenly, now that it's all so close to happening, I'm ready." "Good, because this is probably going to go on for a looong time. Oh, and I picked up a nice pair of shoes with three inch heels for you to wear." I thanked her with genuine gratitude. The night of her 'at home' date with Ted arrived. She wore a new sheer nighty, thong panties, red maribou high-heeled slippers, and more make-up than usual, all of which made her look very tempting and available. Being in chastity had never been so difficult as it was when I got a look at her that way. Then the moment arrived for me to get into my rubber clothing. She had me sprinkle some scented talcum powder into each item as I dressed, first the panties and then the stockings. The corset was next and she laced it as tightly as she could before tying it off, which made me feel even more under her power. Next came the long gloves, almost to my shoulders. They limited the flexibility of my fingers but still allowed enough movement that I would be able to pour drinks, put them on a tray, and offer them to my wife and her lover. Then it was time for the mask. We worked carefully to draw it over my head and get it all the way down. It even covered my neck. I could see easily, as the eye openings were cut large. Speaking was more limited as the mouth slit was rather narrow, though, as Greta pointed out cheerfully, "Not too tight to keep you from licking my pussy." That sent my sexual temperature up several more degrees and made the cock cage squeeze me tightly. She had me step into the heels and take a few cautious steps, assuring me that I would become more proficient as I practiced. "And you'll get LOTS of practice. I really LIKE the way you look in that outfit. You'll be wearing it to serve just ME lots of evenings." It didn't cover the top of my chest and Greta amused herself by teasing my nipples until I was squirming with need. Then she held my hand while I walked. We were both surprised by how well I did. She kidded me that I was a 'natural'. She also insisted that I put more swish into my stride, which added to my enthusiasm. She completed my uniform with the apron and little cap. Then she stood me in front of one of the closets and opened its door, so I could view myself in the full-length mirror on the other side. I gasped. The transformation was stunning. I didn't look like a woman, with my flat chest, but I also didn't look like a man while in my maid role, especially not with that mask. What I resembled was what I was, a husband whose wife had feminized him. She checked the clock on the dresser and saw that we still had an hour to wait for Ted. So my wife surprised me with a duster she had purchased, told me to make sure everything was dust free, and then to turn down the bed and plump up the pillows for her and her lover. It was actually happening. I was dizzy for a moment and then obediently began using the feather duster, beginning high and working my way down, as I had learned to from reading on-line stories about male maids. I spent a busy 45 minutes before doing the final two jobs, the ones that would prepare the bed for them to use. Then I found Greta, who was distracting herself with some reality TV. I moved into her line of vision, careful not to block her view, and made a deep curtsey. She snickered and said, "You can kneel right there and admire me until Ted arrives. Then, naturally, you will answer the door. Right?" I managed I muted, "Yes, Ma'am," though I hadn't thought of that. As if knowing my great fear she continued, "Gee, I sure hope no one outside gets a peek at you." Soon the doorbell sounded. I rose, keeping me knees together, getting more into my new role. On those tricky heels I walked slowly to the door. When I opened it I was facing a tall, broad-chested man in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a full mustache, looking as masculine as I was unmanly. My cheeks grew hot as I made a curtsey and said in a small voice, "Please come in." He smirked at me and brushed past, so close I could smell his cologne and a hint of male musk. When I caught up to him he was grinning at my wife in her filmy lingerie. She stood and went to him. They embraced and shared a deep kiss. She looked around him and ordered, "Open that white wine I chilled and pour us two glasses. None for you, maid. And be quick." Their laughter rang in my ears as I hurried away. When I returned they were discussing a new name to fit my fresh identity, sitting on the couch so close to each other that they were touching. They accepted their glasses wordlessly and toasted each other. Ted declared, "To our relationship." My wife said, "To keeping my husband in chastity while we have fantastic, honeymoon sex." That provoked more laughter while stood silently awaiting further orders. They switched to a music channel and reduced the volume to background level. Then they chatted about me and how quickly my wife had taken to the idea of being my keyholder, committing adultery, and dressing me this way. "And he can't make a peep about it," she pointed out, "because it's what he wants." Ted responded by giving her another soulful kiss. Then he said they had to come up with a new name for me. "How about... Maideena." She giggled and said, "I like it. And it's kind of wicked that he got it from you instead of me. Now we've BOTH demonstrated our power over him." He told her, "And I'm going to demonstrate a lot more as soon as we hit the sheets. Are you ready, beautiful?" In a sultry voice she told him, "I can't wait to have you inside me. After all, now you have the only functioning cock in this house." He said, "And we're going to keep it that way. Right?" She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "That's exactly what we're going to do." The thought of chastity prolonged for an indefinite time chilled me but also made my nipples tingle. I was in what they call 'sub space', totally involved in my own domination. The three of us went to the bedroom, Ted with his arm around my wife and his fingers splayed on her buttock, me carrying my silver tray with their half-finished drinks. When we got there Ted noticed that the bed was prepared. He mentioned it and my wife said I had done that. He told me, "Good job, Maideena. I'll expect you to have things ready for me to screw your wife every time I come to visit." I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Sir." Being encased in rubber like that, the corset squeezing my waist, the mask robbing me of my identity, created a sense of powerlessness. I could only hear and obey. They slowly undressed, helping each other out of their clothes. Ted was very well hung and as my wife knelt before him to lower his shorts she leaned forward to nuzzle his cock before she slipped a rubber over it. I shuddered. Then they sat on the edge of the bed, both of them relishing the moment, their hands roaming over each other. From there they stretched out facing each other and kissed again before Greta rolled onto her back, legs parted. Ted's cock was rock hard as he knelt between her full thighs. His head descended so he could press his lips to her big breasts and suck her nipples. He snapped his fingers and signaled me closer. Then he took her wineglass, his large fingers making its stem appear fragile, and caringly poured the tiniest amount between her waiting lips. As soon as he returned the glass to me she said, "Ted, baby, I'm so wet. I'm ready. Please put yourself inside me. I need it so much. And you're the only one here who can do it." With those words filling my head I saw him enter her and begin an unhurried rhythm. They shared great sex for the next half hour before she had a thrashing orgasm under him. His stamina was impressive as he kept going, building her to a second orgasm and this time joining her. Their shared pleasure was blatant as they moaned and writhed. There was a long blissful afterglow before they sat up, ordered me to adjust their pillows, and leaned back against the headboard. My wife sighed and said, "That was thirsty work. Our glasses, Maideena." I got the tray from the dresser and bent forward as best the corset allowed to offer them the glasses. Taking leisurely sips, they sat there savoring the sight of me. My wife said, "It really adds to my fun to have Maideena here." Ted agreed, "Yeah, and it's an extra kick to steal you away from him like this. We can definitely have him on duty every time, even if I'm just hanging out and we watch a movie." "Sure. He can kneel and hold a bucket of popcorn. We'll eat it and he can only smell what he's missing." I was relieved that everything had gone so well, that they were both invested in my dream, and that they were even expanding its limits, though that last thought held the possibility that they would explore some area beyond my liking. But it was me, as they had said, who set it all into motion. So now I could expect to assume my role of Maideena several times a week. And I was sure Greta would keep me in panties and such all the time. Most of all, I was convinced that my chastity device was going to stay right where it was and that all my wife would do with the key was use it to taunt me and remind me of the control she wielded. I asked for that and I got it. So, what has happened in the past several months to make me feel that they may have passed my limits and will go further still? First, as soon as my wife got on the pill, she began making me clean her up with my mouth after sex. Doing that and having Ted watch and comment were a lot to take. Second, she told her girlfriend Erma what was happening. Erma has a voluptuous body like Greta, and I had always lusted after her, though I never would have acted on my desires. But then my wife began having her over and making me serve them, in just lingerie or as Maideena. Our visitor examined my chastity and made suggestions for new clothes for me to wear. She loved my Maideena outfit and giving me orders while I served them. The two of them explored the sites I visited and were inspired to start spanking me. At first it was just by hand, but they soon graduated to wooden kitchen spoons. After that they purchased paddles and even a riding crop. My new fashions included crotchless panties through which my chastity protruded, fingerless lace gloves, and then two non-rubber maid costumes. That was followed with more rubberwear, including masks with larger mouth openings and gags that fitted through them. One weekend the women put me in a mask with no eyeholes and invited another woman to visit. It was unnerving to not know who was seeing me. And Ted has been talking about making my chastity permanent which, although it had been part of my fantasies, I'm now rethinking, not that I expect to have any say in the matter. Anyway, Greta says I'll get used to all those changes. She even tells me I will come to like them and then crave them deeply. And I'm not sure what might happen beyond that point. Can she make her new desires part of my dream, make me long for them as strongly as I do for what I already have? I know that my wife cares for me and wants us to be together, no matter where the road I set us on leads. I feel that if I learn to relinquish all control that might be the answer. In fact, I think it has already started.