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... in fact the next thing I remember is waking lying against her, my head
on her shoulder, bound arms curled up in front of me. I wriggle my stiff
limbs a little in their bondage and nuzzle against her neck, breathing a
contented little sigh...
"Good morning my little bitch." Mistress Thorne says, moving her arm to
cuddle me to her, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thank you Mistress, did you?" I murmur...
"Oh yes... hmm..." she says still stroking my hair "I could stay like this
for hours. However, I suppose it's time for you to get up and make me
breakfast?"
"Yes Mistress.. of course..." I reply, realising if this relationship does
become a permanent thing.. that would be part of my role in life. "I'll
need you to release me first..."
She tugs my hair a little to tilt my head upwards so she can lean in and
kiss me on the lips. "Release you no.. but I think I will untie you..."
With that she pulls off the covers and rolls me over so I'm on my back,
then straddles me. I look up to see her in a plain black nightdress that
hugs her breasts, then gasp as she jerks my hands up and unfastens them
tossing the strap to one side, before unstrapping the rest of my arms in a
similar fashion...
With a grin she gracefully stands, towering above me on the bed. She
raises one foot, and presses it against my lips.. of course I open my
mouth to kiss and suck on her toes.
"Good girl..." she says. "And the crimson of my nail varnish really sets
off your pale lips... delightful."
I blush squirming in embarrassment, again, my bound legs sliding against
one another.
"Oh well.. back to business. I have to free you or I'll never get my
breakfast..." She removes her toes and turns around, lowering herself
until she straddles me facing my toes. I moan as she reaches down to
fiddle with my semi-rigid cock. "Oh my... seems like a little bitch is
already having fun?"
"Yes Mistress..." I moan. "Y.. your little bitch is having fun..."
She laughs and leans forward, pushing her arse back at the same time,
giving me a wonderful view of it as her nightdress rides up. She's busy
unfastening my legs so her body shifts, making her thighs rub against the
side of my body... and her arse move in the most gorgeous way. I'm
disappointed when she stops, and gets off both me and the bed.
"Right.. I think you need a cold shower for now," she says, "And I suppose
you'll have to put your night things back on afterwards. I am going for a
run.. I expect my breakfast to be ready when I return."
"Yes Mistress," I reply getting up stiffly from the bed, and stretching,
"What do you desire?"
"Black coffee, two slices of toast and two eggs over easy. I'll be gone
about twenty minutes.. and I want it ready and not cold when I return, do
you understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I reply, and she smiles.
"Right.. take that shower.. cold shower mind you. No playing with
yourself without my permission and..." She smiles and reaches into a bag
on the floor, "I want this up your ass and switched on as soon as you come
out of the shower."
I look at the long metal plug and nod. "Yes Mistress..."
I wonder exactly what it will do.. though I expect I can guess the basics.
Stripping out of the nightie and stockings is hard, and I stretch some
more, surreptitiously watching Mistress Thorne slip out of her nightdress
and into a sports bra and panties, she glances at me, holding some lycra
shorts in her hand, "Need anything bitch?"
"Err.. no Mistress..." I say blushing and she smiles.
"Shower.. cold now!"
I get in and turn the shower on and squeal as the cold water hits me, and
watch as my cock shrinks down as small as it will go. I keep my hair dry,
and quickly lather up and rinse the rest of me, before stepping out to
dry. I quickly slip into the silk nightie and hose again... they are
gorgeous, then push the plug deep inside me and flip the little switch on
the base...
"Oooh..." I groan at a targeted burst of stimulation, th... this might
make making breakfast harder than I thought.
There's a pair of white ankle boots, left in the door way, I'm pretty
certain them must be for me. I slip them on, then swish across the floor
to the kitchen area, having to pause twice at bursts of sensation from my
arse... oh my, the last one nearly has me bent double! And my shrunken sex
has now swelled back to near full size.
As I get to the kitchen and start preparing her breakfast, I realise that
the plug induced pauses are getting closer together.. and as I spill the
water for the coffee a third time, more intense as well...
Frying the eggs, I keep one eye on the time.. counting down the cooking
and the pulses. In the end the bursts are only a few seconds apart and I
have to focus intently to not be distracted as I set out the breakfast on
a tray... and then I bend over resting my body on the counter and let the
sensations from my arse take over.
My cock is rock hard, and my breath is coming in short little bursts.. it
feels so good... I can't think straight.. my mind picks up on little
things, like the drool from my mouth on the counter, and the fact I've
spread my legs obscenely and am rocking my hips with the pulses....
"My my.. someone's got their happy face on again..."
I jerk upright, embarrassed, although that was almost certainly her plan
and turn to face Mistress Thorne, pressing my arse hard against the
cupboards. My cock is tenting the silk nightie and twitching... I try and
speak, but the feelings overwhelm me and my eyes glaze and I moan...
"Turn it off.. I don't want you making a mess of your nightie..."
My trembling hand works it's way round to my arse and flicks the switch,
and the wonderful and terrible sensations gradually end... and I take
heavy rasping breaths as I try to collect myself.
"A little something from R&D, I've been wanting to try it out." Mistress
Thorne says, looking at me from the doorway, "I'll have to get you to fill
in the report...."
"Y.. Yes Mistress," I say gathering myself and looking at her...
The tight grey sports top shows her curves very well, discoloured by
patches of sweat, and the tight shorts display her thighs. She mops her
face with the white towel draped over her shoulders and looks me up and
down.
"Hmm... very nice," she says with a grin, "And now I have a proposition
for you... your task today is to convince your friend Maddy's wife to take
her back yes?"
"Y.. yes Mistress." I nod, trying to get my thoughts in order.
"Would you like some help?"
"Oh.. yes of course Mistress Thorne!" I reply, heart rising, "I was so
worried about this..."
"Very well, I'll help you but.. I will naturally want something in
return."
"Of course Mistress," I reply head bowed, heart sinking a little.
"What are you doing today?" She says slowly walking towards me.
"I.. I was going to try and see Maddy's wife this morning, then.. I'm
supposed to be meeting my... err.. normal friends this afternoon. I... I'm
free this evening."
She reaches me and slings the towel around my neck, "Not any more
sweetheart, this place is a tip and I need a maid... I'm sure I can
scrounge up a uniform from somewhere. You can be my maid for a night, and
I'll stop you being a maid for life. Sound like a deal?"
"Oh yes Mistress Thorne," I gasp excited. "That would be wonderful."
She smiles, "Good. Now.. I need to change and shower. I hope my breakfast
will stay warm.."
She drags the towel of my shoulders and walks back to the bedroom, her
hips swinging way more than they have to. As she reaches the door she
calls back over her should, "Oh and bitch? Get yourself something to eat
too..."
"Yes Mistress, thank you!" I respond and start to brew myself some coffee.
A few minutes later she walks back in, dressed in tight black jeans and a
white blouse. She looks fantastic as always, and I carefully serve her
from the tray.
"Not bad," she says observing the tray. "And I trust you got something for
yourself?"
"Yes Mistress, thank you," I reply, leaning on the counter and sipping my
own coffee.
"And you haven't been on the furniture have you? You remember the house
rules?"
I blush. "No Mistress, no getting on the furniture without your
permission.
"Excellent." She nods. "Now.. when you've finished that, there's an outfit
waiting for you. It should fit, even though we aren't quite the same
size..."
"I.. you're letting me wear your clothes?" I squeak, and she smiles.
"I'm glad that thought excites you... they're not my favourites of course,
but should do for this little task. Now finish up and get changed, if
you're busy this afternoon, we're going to have to get going."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," I say, nibbling at my toast, before
hurrying into the room.
There's a pair of opaque black tights, and a pair of denim shorts, and a
white boob tube... and a pair of black goth boots. I look around.. no
panties, and... no bra.. oh well... I slip into the clothes, the shorts
are a little tight over my arse, and the tube tight on my breasts, but...
that just enhances those two features. Fully dressed I present myself to
Mistress Thorne...
She looks me up and down and smiles. "I.. think you need to put your
chastity back on sweetheart..."
I blush.. and realise there's an unfeminine bulge at the front of my
shorts. Embarrassed I hurry back to lock it away, and present myself one
more time.
"Perfect," she says, getting up and grabbing a coat. "Just one more
thing.. temporary for now."
"What?" I ask, hurrying up to stand beside her, then watching as she picks
up a black jewellery case.
"A collar bitch," she says opening the case.. .
Inside is a silver collar, smooth and shiny, with a simple loop at the
front, from which hangs a little heart-shaped pendant. "Ooh.." I gasp.
"Yes.. now let's put it on." She smiles, "I think Maddy's wife will be
more amenable if we appear to be a couple like they were don't you?"
"A.. appear to be?" I ask nervously and she smiles.
"Appear to be for the moment.. that may change..." She winks. "I may
decide to keep you..."
She leads me outside the house, and I step outside nervously remembering
just what happened last time I was out here. However the street seems
deserted, and I breath a sigh of relief.
"Yeah.. you don't think I'd have made you do all that last night if lots
of people were watching?" Mistress Thorne says guessing my thoughts,
"C'mon, we'd better take your car. You can drop me off later and I'll take
a cab back.. oh and Angel, take this."
She throws me something and I catch it, then look at it. It's a house key
with a plain black fob. I look up and she winks. "I need my maid to be
able to let herself in... and you do plan to be my maid don't you?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne.." I say blushing, "And.. err.. your chauffeur too.."
She laughs as I unlock the door, and for a second I think I'm going to
have to go over and open the door for her, but she slips in anyway. I feel
slightly nervous as I do up my seat belt, and set off.. I don't think I've
been this nervous driving since I passed my test. Mistress Thorne however
leans back casually in the passenger seat, occasionally reaching out to
gently stroke my leg... and smiling at the nervous reaction it causes.
Naturally by the end I'm all hot and flustered again.. and regretting the
damn chastity belt. Finally, after driving back into the city suburbs, we
turn round a standard leafy street and she instructs me to pull up.
"Now honey, why don't you go and knock on the door? It's number 37, and
she's Mrs Amelia Harris, though I suppose there's a good chance she's gone
back to her maiden name."
"Y.. Yes Mistress..." I look around at the traditional picket fenced
street, "W..what will you do?"
"Oh don't worry, I'll be there when you need me. Now scoot..."
"Yes Mistress." I say a little forlornly, I was hoping she'd be with me
for this, but not such luck.
I get out and clump along the pavement, these goth boots are heavy... and
I feel like everyone is watching me, even though it's a quiet street...
one car does cruise past with a couple of teenage boys who leer at me
through their open window, which makes me blush. I reach the required
house and slowly walk up, take a deep breath and press the doorbell...
there's a long wait, so long I worry this might all be in vain, but then I
hear footsteps, and the door opens on a chain.
The woman behind the door is slim, in beige slacks and a cream blouse. Her
brunette hair is in styled waves around her face, and the fingers wrapped
around the door are tipped with pale pink nails. She looks at me, and I'm
obviously not to her tastes....
"M.. Mrs Harris?" I ask, my voice cracking a little. "Mrs Amelia Harris?"
Her eyes widen slightly, then narrow again. "How did you know... hang on,
your from that 'company' aren't you?"
"Company miss?" I ask nervously.
"That fucking sissifying company that took my useless husband!" She
hisses, sticking her head out a little and looking from side to side,
"You're one of them... now go or I'll call the police!"
"But Miss, I'm hear to talk about your.. err.. husband, please? It's
important?" I plead, this is not going as I'd hoped.
"Don't use the puppy eyes on me sissy!" she snaps. "I've had too much
experience of them in the past. They don't work on me.. now.."
Her voice trails off as I hear footsteps behind me. "And who's this? Your
wife?"
"No..." Mistress Thorne says in an amused tone, "But I've not entirely
ruled out the possibility. And it seems you don't want to speak to my
sweet little angel?"
"No I do not," Mrs Harris replies. "I've had enough of your company and
the things you do..."
"Well then.. I'll just have to get this little slut to strip and bend
over." Mistress Thorne says, grabbing my wrist and twisting it up behind
my back before I can protest. "How long do you think I'll get into the
spanking on your front lawn before the entire neighbourhood comes to
look.."
"Don't you threaten me! I'll call the police."
"Feel free.. I'm sure a couple of blue light specials showing up will help
make this memorable for the neighbourhood." I feel Mistress Thorne's other
hand moves round to rest on the upper hem of the boob tube, and tug
gently, "Or you could let us in for a quiet chat..."
"This is blackmail!" Mrs Harris begins, and then I squeal as Mistress
pulls down the tube releasing my breasts. "No! Fine bring him in.. but I'm
not agreeing to anything other than talking!"
"A wise choice..." Mistress Thorne says, as the door closes a little then
opens wide. "Don't bother to cover up Angel."
"No Mistress," I whisper as she releases my arm, and allows me to hurry
into the house.
The front room is neat, but a little soulless.. Mrs Harris gestures to a
sofa before carefully sitting in a chair opposite. I carefully sit down,
legs tight together, blushing at my exposed breasts, but not daring to
cover them. Mistress Thorne walks in after me and perches on the arm of
the chair.
"Well then, what do you freaks want?" Mrs Harris asks looking at us.
"Please Miss, Maddy.. your husband is in trouble. Unless we do something
soon he's going to be sold to some foreign business man as a permanent
sissy maid," I say, neglecting to include my role in this story. "Please
Miss.. I've met one of them.. a Russian, he.. he was horrible."
Mrs Harris looks a little put out. "I'm sure that for all it's faults and
it's perversions, your company would not..."
"Oh it will and has," Mistress Thorne says. "That used to be my job,
training sissies to be good maids and then finding them appropriate homes.
I put some sissies in some pretty harsh environments, believe you me, and
my replacement lacks the scruples that I have..."
Mrs Harris, Amelia's shoulders drop a little, Mistress Thorne is, as
every, very persuasive, I want to speak but... "Miss, please can you tell
me what happened? W.. why did Maddy, I mean your husband join the
company?"
She looks up, first to me, and then up to Mistress Thorne. "I.. I don't
have to tell you that.. surely you know?"
I shake my head. "No Miss... I don't. All I know is a few things y.. your
husband let slip... an.. and that he.. she misses you very much..."
She sniffs, then blurts out, "But he cheated on me!"
"P.. please, tell me how it happened?" I ask as softly as I can, and she
nods.
"We'd been married for.. a couple of years, I worked in real estate, my
husband in one of the big internationals in the city. We.. we were pretty
happy but... we wanted to start a family, and couldn't. Matt.. Maddy.. my
husband had always been a bit.. effeminate.. I thought it was sorta sexy
especially compared to the jocks I dated in high school.. and he was so
caring.. so loving." She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her blouse,
"H.. he even admitted he thought he might be bi... but that didn't stop
us. Anyway.. when we couldn't have kids.. he.. he blamed himself, because
he wasn't enough of a man... I think that's when he started having the
affair with his boss..."
"His boss?" I prompt after she pauses.
"Yes.." She nods. "A young man, very handsome, the owners son in fact. I..
don't know when it started or.. but I found them in this house, my husband
in my lingerie.. sucking his boss's cock in.. in our front room..."
"Oh!" I squeak. "I.. I'm so sorry Miss...."
"I don't think my husband wanted to do it there.. .he must have known that
he'd get caught, but.. I think his boss enjoyed the thrill... and I guess
he did in a way too, his little cock was so hard, and got even harder when
he saw me for all his protestations." She shakes her head. "I should have
sent his boss packing then and there and.. dealt with it myself but.. I
didn't. His boss seemed so upset, telling me that Matt had sworn I'd left
him for being a useless man, and that he'd been flirting with him... and
that he was so sorry that Matt had played us both as fools. M.. mat just
sat there in m... my wedding lingerie watching.. he didn't protest.. he
didn't say anything..."
Amelia looks up again, "I believed his boss totally, he was so convincing
so sincere, so charming... and Matt just sat their with his cock
stretching my panties. I was so angry with him, so when his boss suggested
we go for a drink to discuss it I agreed. I.. also agreed to tying Matt up
so he couldn't escape. I.. I should have guessed something from how
quickly his boss tied him up but..."
"He'd done that sort of thing before?"
She nodded. "We went out, drank too much.. or at least I did and returned
to find Matt, my husband, squirming in the floor.. he looked so helpless,
and kinda sexy, mewling into the gag we'd taped on him. His boss sat him
up on his knee's pulled the gag off and ordered him to... to 'service his
mistress'. W.. well I was drunk and I wanted to get back at him so much so
I pulled up my skirt and walked over and m... made him eat me out. And as
he did that his boss moved up behind me and started to massage my
shoulders and kiss my neck... and afterwards I let him f.. fuck me in
front of my sissy husband."
I gasp and put my hand over my mouth in shock, Mistress Thorne places a
reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Do go on Amelia..."
"It.. became the three of us, his boss fucking me, and him serving both of
us. I won't lie, I enjoyed it, I enjoyed humiliating my sissy husband. And
being the sex toy of a young handsome and powerful man. Eventually we
decided to feminize Matt further, he'd become Maddy to us by now anyway.
So we contacted the company, had him sign up all the paperwork and sent
him away to be properly transformed into a shemale. The night before he
left, we had sex, just me and him... and he t.. told me he loved me, and
he was s.. sorry he hadn't been enough of a man for me, and that he hoped
to be a good maid for us." Amelia is sobbing now, "He went away with this
big security guard, and we didn't see him for weeks. I.. I still had sex
with his boss, b.. but not as often, and.. he started tying me up as
well.. spanking me... abusing me. Maddy wrote to me, telling me how it was
going and I wrote back, but the letters got fewer and fewer.. and my
affair ended. I.. I think without Maddy watching me being fucked his boss
had lost interest in me except as a different kind of sex toy... The
security guard who brought Maddy's letters became friendly, telling me
what Maddy was up to, and then, providing a typed letter that said Maddy
was really sorry but she only wanted men now, big manly men and wouldn't
be returning... and that she hoped I'd accept Graham, the security guard
as my companion."
"Graham!" I squeak. "A.. a big guy? B.. built like a gorilla?"
"Yes.. y.. you know him?" She laughs. "Ha.. a gorilla? Aren't they
supposed to be gentle? He was a fucking brute... really rough, b.. but I
slept with him because he was my only link to Maddy and he'd fucked him..
her too... he's been visiting me weekly for over a year now, and I.. I
daren't refuse him.. oh I'm such a fool.. I.. I even have scars."
"Amelia!" Mistress Thorpe's voice is clear even as Amelia descends into
sobs, "Shut up or I will slap you!" Amelia shuts up and sits upright,
"Better, now this is really important, when was the last time Graham
visited you?"
"Over two weeks ago now.. it's the longest I've been without his visits
well since he started coming..."
"Right, Angel, do tell Amelia what you know of Graham, and Maddy's
interests?"
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne.. err..." I make to get out of the chair and she
nods.
I move over the floor and wrap my arms around Amelia, "I.. It's all right
Miss, Graham can't hurt you any more.. he can't hurt anyone..."
"What? Why?" she asks. "And.. what did your Mistress say about Maddy?"
"Maddy still likes women, or feminine men. S.. she's begged me to fuck
her, b.. because she longs to be fucked b.. by someone nice. A.. and she's
been locked in chastity ever since she went there. She's so.. horny and
helpless..."
"And Graham?"
"Nearly two weeks ago, he.. he made me date him. I.. I realised that, by
the end of the night I.. I wouldn't be able to avoid him.. t..taking
advantage of me, s.. so I spiked his drink with vodka when I convinced him
to let me serve him. He still... chained me up and beat me.. I got a.. a
black eye and some bruised ribs, but I.. I managed to set off the security
alarms, and he was taken away..."
"Taken away?" she asks looking up at Mistress Thorne.
"Graham is now a.. permanent addition to the pony stables, and kept on a
very short leash," Mistress Thorne says. "And Angel has very nicely filled
in the missing pieces of her encounter that night, or most of them.
Angel.. you avoided him slipping you the date rape drug didn't you?"
I nod, "Y.. yes Mistress... but..."
"And then you took it yourself before setting off the alarm to ensure he'd
be fully punished?" She asks and I nod, "And don't worry, I won't tell
anyone... but I will have to watch out for you my cunning little bitch."
"Bitch?" Amelia looks at me and I flush.
"I.. it's a term of endearment from her.." I say. "A.. at least I think
so."
"And a bitch has to leave now or she'll miss her afternoon schedule."
Mistress Thorne says, "I believe Amelia and I can take it from here?"
Amelia nods, "So hurry off my dear sweet slutty little bitch and I will
see you later."
"Yes Mistress, thank you.. and thank you Miss Amelia."
She gives me a hug. "No thank you.. it seems sissies aren't entirely
useless after all..."
I blush and rise to my feet, curtsy to Mistress Thorne, who gets up and
kisses me. "Get going slut or you'll be late."
"Yes Mistress!" I say blushing and hurrying out and back to my car.. and
the drive back to my beach house to get changed.
I drive home a little faster than I'd like, but I'm running late again.
However I really really really don't want to get stopped by the cops... I
get to my house, just in time to make a sandwich and get dressed in my
tennis whites. Sure no one else will dress so formally but I like them..
the little pleated skirt, the knee high socks.. just the whole look... Of
course normally I'd change on site but I don't want to push it. I do stuff
a couple of changes of clothes in a bag and sling them in my boot before I
drive off...
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