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I have been Madame Penelope's domestic maid for several weeks and I seemed to be getting things right and to her exacting standards so my heart fell when I started reading Madame Penelope's message to me on Fetlife. It started. "I do not need your services next week..." As I read on though my heart started beating again, if not a little faster. Reading on it said that I was to present myself at the house the following Saturday at eight am and I was expected to stay until late. I should make an excuse to my wife. After reading the message I racked my brains and came up with a plausible story. I sent back a message saying that I would tell my wife I had been invited to a life model drawing session followed by dinner. It would seem that Madame thought this a good idea and to help me along a few days later a formal invitation arrived. I showed it to my wife and she was pleased. To make the story even more plausible I suggested she came along. She thought about it for a few seconds (which made me sweat) but declined saying. "No you go and enjoy yourself; I would be bored sitting around watching you drawing." I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt very bad. It almost felt like I was cheating on her, which technically I was, but in a very strange way. I had a couple of days talking myself out of it, but being Madame's maid had become a drug, a drug to which I was completely addicted. I arrived the following Saturday and was let in by Madame Penelope. "Put on your maids dress and meet me in the kitchen immediately," she ordered. I rushed to my tiny cupboard and as I opened the door stopped in my tracks. There hanging in the cupboard was a frilly pink and black maids dress. There was a small enveloped pinned to it so I opened it and read Madame's hand written note. "Davina I know you want to step into this wonderful creation but not yet. You will wear this when serving my guests. Put on you own maids uniform for now and be quick about it....." "By the way this was bought by Master Roger....just for you...." Madame was right I so much wanted to try on this frilly creation but knew Madame was waiting. I dressed and applied makeup quickly and hurried to the kitchen where Madame was waiting. "There you are girl what took you.....as if I didn't know," she admonished. "Sorry Madame," I meekly replied. "Today I will be having three guests for an afternoon tea party. You will address them all as Mistress and if they give you their first name you will use that as well. It will be served in the conservatory at the back of the house. You are to prepare sandwiches and cakes for the party. There are detailed instructions on what to make. You need to be finished by twelve to give you an hour to dress; the guests will be arriving from one onwards. Is everything clear Davina?" "Yes Madame," I curtsied. Madame tuned on her heel and left. I picked up the instructions and began to read. I was to make spiced crackers to go with caviar, two types of quiche and French Fancy cakes. These are the delicate little mouth sized cakes. Cakes and pastry I had made before crackers where new to me. I am fairly good at cooking so I was not too stressed about the work. I just wondered if I had the time. The thing about cooking is timing and preparation. I had instructions and I knew the timings of each item so I jumped in. The pastry and crackers I made first, whilst they were cooking I made the fillings for the quiches. The French fancies I made second, whilst they were baking I started to prepare the sandwiches. These were the easy as it was just a matter of adding the fillings, Salmon, egg, roast ham and beef. My last cooking chore was to ice the French Fancies; luckily Madame had supplied pre-made icing and piping cream. I kept an eye on my watch both for cooking timings and to make sure I finished on time. The four hours I had been allotted soon shot by and by eleven thirty I was finished, and completely exhausted. I put cling film on everything to keep it fresh and agonised over the crackers, some of them seemed to be overcooked. The cook in me thought I should do them again; the pain slut wanted me to be punished for my mistake. Guess who won! My mind turned to getting into that maids uniform, so I headed to my room. I teased myself a little by not going straight to my room; I went instead to a small bathroom in the hall to freshen up before I started the transformation. Back at my room I took the chance to really examine the new dress. It was Pink Shiny PVC with unusually, black frills. It had long sleeves ending in frilly black cuffs. The neck was high and stiff. The dress had a zipped all the way down the front that was concealed by a frilly black PVC ruffle. It had black ruffles down the length of the dress mirroring the ruffles over the zip. There were black ruffles around the edge of the skirt which was held up almost horizontally by layers of black net under skirts. I removed my own uniform and laid it aside delicately, I would not forget this uniform and how it had transformed my life. How it had introduced me to a new and wonderful world of being content. My thoughts turned back to the day it had arrived and how I had wriggled into its tight confines. This was my first adult step back in female clothes so I had none of the accessories to go with it. No stockings or knickers etc. this I quickly remedied. No just the maid's uniform alone sent thrills of joy through my body as I posed on that day in front of the mirror. But I hungered for this new frilly creation. When I took it down from its peg I found behind it a black satin Basque and a pair of knickers. The knickers were the full type and every inch was covered in frills. They looked divinely sissy, my mouth watered and my cock throbbed. The Basque was shiny black satin with silver clasps at the back and unusually laced at the front. The cups of the bra portion were very modest and I noticed had silicon breast forms inside. This would no doubt give me a small pert appearance. I unhooked the clasps and placed the Basque around my body closing the silver clasps again in front of me. I then spun it around so that the lacing was at the front. The Basque was still loose, so methodically I tighten the front lacing. Four times I started from the bottom to the top drawing breath in each time. Finally I was happy with the hour glass figure I had created. No doubt Madame would have wanted it tighter; I would have to pay the consequences for my mistake....damn the pain slut in me! I grinned to myself. I slipped on black sheer stockings and attached them to the Basque. Next I pulled on the black frilly panties revelling in their sissyness. Finally I breathed; the dress! I slipped my arm into the cool PVC sleeve and shuddered. My cock in its cage swelled and throbbed, it had been three weeks again without release so I was extremely aroused. When the uniform was on I swished the skirt lovingly. I wished that I could see myself and then I had a wicked thought. I quickly put on the apron, my mop hat and high heels and exited my room. I headed to the upstairs bathroom where I could view myself from all angles in the vanity unit. I tapped lightly on the door and entered, good I thought no one around. I made my way to the vanity unit and gasped at the apparition that appeared there. I was getting better at makeup so the sexy maid I saw before me was almost passable as female. I lovingly swished the skirt around, turned and posed. I even bent and touched my toes watching with amusement as my sissified bottom was presented in all its glory. My self indulgence was interrupted by the door bell. I looked at my watch to see it was quarter to one. Someone was early I thought as I scampered to the door. The doorbell rang again twice, and they were impatient! "Davina! Where are you girl?" came Madame's voice. I scurried down the stairs to see Madame at the bottom. "Where have you been girl?" she demanded. "Powdering my nose Madame," I answered blushing. "Well we shall see about your tardiness later...answer the door," she admonished, but she had a knowing smile on her face. I went to the door and opened it to find Master Roger there. "Sorry...forgot my key," he announced brushing past me. Behind him was another man around Master Roger's age. He looked me up and down and smiled. "Been hiring new staff Roger old boy," he commented. "Oh she's the new maid, come on lets go to the billiard room Timothy," He kissed Madame Penelope on the cheek and disappeared. As the second man left I caught him saying. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that....," I blushed, was I really passable. I had smelt alcohol on his breath. "Have you finished preparations Davina?" enquired Madame. "Just the finishing touches," I answered heading for the kitchen. In the kitchen I boiled the kettle and ground coffee beans ready for the guests. Promptly at one the door bell rang and I went to answer. The lady at the door was about the same height as Madame, but slighter of build. She also wore a similar style of dress to Madame. Severe and sexy at the same time, which lead me to believe this was Mistress Phillipa, Madame's best friend. I bid her enter and took her coat. "Hello, you must be Davina, Penelope has told me all about you......I'm Phillipa...." "My you are adorable." I blushed deep red and curtsied. "Thank you Mistress Phillipa," I added. I lead Mistress Phillipa though to the conservatory where she was greeted fondly by Madame. I returned to the Kitchen and gathered a prepared tray of cups, teapot and cafeteria. Back in the conservatory I offered the drinks. Once I had served them I returned to the kitchen to begin bringing through the prepared food. I shivered a bit when Madame eyed the caviar crackers and raised an eyebrow. As I was doing this the doorbell rang so I went to answer it. The lady, Mistress Elizabeth as I was later to find out simply brushed past me and walked into the hall. Imperiously she waited for me to remove her coat. This was when I got a chance to look at her. She was smaller than me and very slight. Her dress was severe almost...no very school mistress. Once I had taken her coat she moved to the conservatory where I served her coffee. I was glad to go back to the Kitchen after serving her; she was very exacting and curt demanding everything. As I was taking breath the doorbell rang again, Madame's last guest I suppose. When I opened the door my mouth dropped. This lady was the epitome of my dream Mistress. She was around my height and had a full figure bordering on plump, Rubenesque as I like to call this figure. She had on her feet shiny black modestly high stiletto heels. Sheer black stockings that rose up under a figure hugging pencil skirt. Around her middle was a black belt into which was tucked a tight white blouse, that clung to her divine figure. She had a devilish smile on her face as she watched my shocked appraisal of her. "Well Davina are you not going to invite me in?" asked Jenny my wife! Yes Jenny my wife, stood before me the most divine creation I had every seen, I almost wept with joy! "Yes Mistress Jenny," I stated, which broadened the smile on her face. Inside I took her coat and ushered her towards the conservatory, not knowing what to say I stayed silent. For her part she let me stew, she must have known I had thousands of questions but she remained silent. "Ahhh Jenny I am so glad to meet you," welcomed Madame Penelope. She stood and kissed Mistress Jenny on both cheeks, as she kissed the second cheek she looked straight at me and winked a wicked grin on her lips. "Davina offer Mistress Jenny a drink and then freshen the pots," she commanded the grin still on her face. She was revelling in my discomfort and confusion. This I did and then scurried back to the Kitchen, my mind a mess of questions. How long had Jenny......Mistress Jenny known, what did she know? My mind was a whirl of questions. I returned to the conservatory with fresh pots of tea and coffee, these thought on my mind. So through the afternoon I stood and waited on the ladies. Mistress Jenny would occasionally offer a side long look at me but other than that she pretty much ignored me. Eventually the talk turned to me. When Madame was asked about my domestic skills, by Mistress Jenny. Madame answered. "Well on the whole she is very good. But today she has made a few mistakes which require punishment....would you ladies care to help?" There was a chorus of agreement causing me to gulp. Madame produced a chair and bid me bend over it. There was a ripple of laughter when they saw my extremely sissy panties. These were then pulled down to my knees. There was a pause whilst Madame prepared and then she said. "Well ladies choose an instrument of punishment, you may use your hand it you wish. Two strokes each. Six is a number Davina seems to like," I could hear the mirth in her voice. Not sure who would be first or what I would be hit with I waited nervously. SWAT....the first stroke was a paddle type instrument, big and flat. It gave a pleasing sting. What am I saying...pleasing sting! Oh yes the pain slut in me loved it as my throbbing cock testified. This was followed by the fire of a cane stroke. It was given with so much venom that I had trouble staying over the chair. If I had to guess I would have said that was Mistress Elizabeth. The next stroke was a hand slap. Again like the paddle a sweet stinging sensation. The strokes were then repeated again and if I was mistaken the cane stroke had even more venom in it. I was in tears when they had finished and I was ordered to stand. I was then ordered to thank each Mistress. "Thank you Mistress Jenny," I curtsied noting she had the paddle. "Thank you Mistress Elizabeth," I curtsied of course she had the cane. "Thank you Mistress Phillipa," I curtsied. "I so much love spanking it's so tactile," she beamed. "Freshen the pots Davina," I was ordered. I headed for the Kitchen but I did notice the glazed look of lust on Mistress Jenny's face as I left. I believe she was warming to her new role. My heart sang at the prospect of this. As I was preparing fresh tea and coffee Master Roger entered the kitchen. "Get a bottle of cognac from the cellar and bring it to the billiard room," he ordered. "Yes Master," I answered puzzled by his command. I returned to the conservatory and told Madame Penelope I would be serving Master Roger, Mistress Jenny shot me a questioning look. "Go Davina enjoy," was Madame's puzzling remark, making me wonder what was in store for me. I got the bottle of cognac and placing it on a tray proceeded to the billiard room. Master and his friend Master Timothy were sitting in two leather chairs beside a snooker table. "Ahh a fresh bottle," were Master Timothy's slightly slurred words. "Davina freshen out glasses" I moved before them and poured Master Timothy a drink conscious of my raised dress, I felt his had on my leg, at the knee at first and then move up my thigh. Without pause I poured Master Roger's drink. As I was pouring Master Roger caught my attention. He mimed a blow job by putting his clenched fist to his lips and then poking his tongue against his cheek. He then pointed at Master Timothy. So this was my initiation into Master Roger's service. I was to pleasure his friend. In fact this would be the first man I had ever pleasured! I wondered for a split second if he would be capable considering he had been drinking, I would soon find out. I stepped before Master Timothy and knelt between his legs. Again conscious of all the fancy frills fluffed out before me, my sissy knickers on display. "Now what do we have here girl......ohhhh." His comments were halted when I leant forward and began to undo his belt. "I see......" he gasped. I undid his belt and with a little help from him raising his bottom removed both trousers and boxer shorts to his ankles. I would have said his cock sprang out at me but it remained flaccid. I smiled salaciously up at him and his cock stirred. Again I leant forward and buried my face in his crotch, as I did this I noticed Master Roger looking on, raw lust contorting his features. I breathed in the scent of the man who's cock I was about to suck. It was a strong musky, manly smell. I shivered with the humiliation of my act. My cock however throbbed painfully, harder than ever at my humiliation. My tongue snaked out to lick his heavy balls. This elicited a groan from him and his cock grew. After licking and sucking on his balls for a few minutes I proceeded up his cock, kissing and sucking as I went. Soon I had the deep purple head in my mouth. It was not a long cock, around six inches but it was quite fat. I slowly descended on his cock taking all but half and inch of it. Master Timothy gasped in delight at my ministration. I raised my self and licked the head of his cock causing him to yelp. Then I returned to sucking. In this way I brought him to a climax. His cock swelled at the approach of his orgasm so I pulled off slightly pumping his cock with my hand. This allowed him to pump rope after rope of manly spunk into my eager waiting lips. So I had tasted my first cock and enjoyed it immensely, it would seem not only was I a sissy, but a cock sucker too! The thought caused my cock to throb. I looked up to find Master Timothy droopy eyed, within second he was asleep. Master Roger stood up beside me. "Up Davina follow me," he demanded huskily. He moved around the leather chairs and pointed to the snooker table. "Over the table!" he almost snarled. I bent over the table my frilly sissy bottom exposed, the taste of spunk on my lips. Roughly Master Roger pulled my panties down, and tearing them stripped them from me. I almost wept, my lovely sissy panties ruined! With no time to really think about this I felt a cold blob of lubricant hit my bottom crack. It then slowly began to trickle down until it reached my puckered hole. At the same time I felt Masters cock at the entrance to my pussy. Without any delicacy he rammed his cock all the way in. I screamed a girly scream at the pain. "Shut up bitch....be thankful you got lubed...and don't you dare cum!" he snarled. He then began to ravage my pussy. His cock was very large his strokes brutal. With this treatment and the edge of the table digging into my thighs I didn't think I would have been able to cum. I was wrong however about being excited. Yes I was in pain, but the humiliation of this brutal rape had my cock almost bursting from its prison. In fact just before Master bellowed his climax the pain had started to subside and there was to my shame embers of enjoyment. This said Master was at climax point. He rammed into me a few more times filling me with spunk then pulled out. "Leave us," he commanded. I noticed his tone had changed, was he a little ashamed of his action. I was not sure but I forgave him, I knew he had acted in lust. I did however miss my sissy panties of all things. I hurried to my room his spunk leaking from my abused pussy and after cleaning myself and donning a simple pair of panties returned to the conservatory. I went to stand beside Madame Penelope who lifted the hem of my skirt and remarked. "Someone's had been having fun." Mistress Jenny looked askance of me, I wondered if I would be able to relate my story to her. At this time I also noticed that Mistress Elizabeth had left. Noting my puzzled expression Madame Penelope spoke. "You have another duty to perform Davina. Go up stair to the west wing, third door on the right." "Yes Madame," I curtsied and left wondering what was in store for me. Chapter Two. I went upstairs and as I knocked at the door realised this was the medical room. "Enter!" came the barked command. I entered and nervously looked around. Mistress Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the room cane in hand. She had removed her outer clothes and was dressed in a black shiny PVC Basque. I was laced extremely tightly giving her a waspish figure. The straps of the Basque were attached to black stockings that descended into thigh high patent leather boots, the kind you wanted to get on your knees and worship. From her my eyes surveyed the rest of the room. The medical bed had been pushed against the wall and in it's place stood a metal frame. It was rectangular in shape. One one of the short sides was a stock system, so the slaves head and hands could be restrain. The stocks looked like they could be moved up and down the side of the frame. Behind the stocks inside the frame was a padded bench. It was quite short and would leave the slaves bottom and legs hanging. The legs would of course be on the floor inside the frame and it was along the bottom of the frame I noticed the straps for securing feet. Facing the metal frame was a leather chair that appeared to be adjustable. One last bizarre item was standing beside the frame. It looked like a cow milking machine. I was soon to find out it was a milking machine but not for cows! "Have you finished gawking slave," demanded Mistress. "Sorry Mistress," I meekly answered. "Take off the dress slave, I want an effeminate sissy not a maid," she commanded. Quickly but reluctantly I removed the dress and stood meekly before her in my unde5ware and shoes. "Come here slave....put your head and hands into the stocks." I did as ordered and she lowered the top of the stock securing me to the frame. Mistress then wound a handle and my head began to descend until it was lower than my bottom. My chest was resting on the bench. She secured my ankles to the cuffs on the side of the frame. I was now bound and at her mercy. Considering her previous punishment I was very nervous. I flinched as I felt her taking hold of my imprisoned cock. "Nervous slave...." she quipped. "You should be!" Then to my surprise I felt her remove the cock cage. At release my cock sprang to its full six inches. It felt wonderful but I knew I was in for some pain. "Disgusting pervert," scolded Mistress slapping my engorged cock. I heard her wheeling the milking machine closer to the frame then I felt the suction device being attached to my cock. When Mistress Switched on the machine my cock was sucked greedily into the device. "Milking time," stated Mistress. She must have flipped another switch because the suction device began to pulse up and down my cock. I graoned in ecstasy. Be cause I had not had release for three weeks I was soon on the brink of orgasm. Knowing my place in life I pleaded. "Please may I cum Mistress." She just laughed. "Of course you can slave....as if you could stop it...you men are all the same...thinking with your balls." I relaxed letting go three weeks of pent up frustration, as I was on the brink however the cane bit cruelly into my bottom. The hit of adrenaline from the pain drove me over the edge with even greater force and I bellowed like a cow! As my climax subsided I noticed the pumping did not. Oh no I thought another climax...so soon...please. Mistress stepped around the frame and sat in the leather chair, presenting me with a vie of her tight pussy. My mind was immediately pulled from thoughts of my just drained cock, to worshipping pussy, my all time favourite passion. Mistress began to adjust the chair until me pussy was almost in my face. "Lick me slave," she commanded. I stuck out my tongue but her pungent pussy was just out of reach. She smiled cruely at my frustration and the milking machine pumped me to another orgasm. I gazed adoringly at her pussy, taking in the heavenly scent of an excited woman. Yes my plight seemed to be turning this strict Mistress on. Her pussy was vastly different from the two pussies I had worshiped in my life. Both my wife....Mistress Jenny and Madame Penelope have plump succulent pussy lips. This pussy had very thin almost none existent lips. One thing they all had in common however was the tiny nub at the top. The clit where so much pleasure could be given, here I longed to run my tongue. This was not how I was to pleasure Mistress Elizabeth. With her it was all about control. She directed me where to lick how hard to lick. She had me licking her pussy with long strokes to start with. "Shorter stokes now slave.....focus on my clit" In this way she had me bring her to climax demanding every move I made. As her brething slowed she began the commands again and again I brought her to climax under instruction. I was this climax that signalled my own second climax. "Please Mistress....may I cum"....I gasped. "Not yet slave hold it!" She leisurely extricated herself from my face and moved behind me. I struggled to keep from climaxing, the machine was sliding up and down my throbbing cock, and although I had recently cum, my worship of Mistresses pussy had driven me to renewed excitement. Then to further spur my climax. SWISH.........CRACK. The riding crop bit painfully into my bum. That was it I could hold n no longer. "Please...I.....I....ahhh....ahhh," I climaxed as a rain of crop blows landed on my bottom. "You...CRACK....dirty.....CRACK.....SLAVE!....CRACK....DID.....CRACK ....I.....CRACK ......Say.....CRACK ....you.....CRACK .....could.....CRACK .....cum! .....CRACK" Painfully Mistress beat my bum as I spurted my juices into the machine. Exhausted Mistress threw the crop down and switched of the machine. As It slowed my spent cock slipped from the suction device to my relief. Mistress then moved round to the milking machine and removed the container into with three weeks of sissy juice had just been shop. Mistress waved the container in front of my face. "Now for my favourite part. I know what males are like, as soon as they shoot their load their ardour goes. This is the point I love feeding them their own slimy load...," She laughed. As she was gloating she began to wind the winch on the stocks that moved me head up so that I was pretty much standing. She then placed the container against my lips. I noticed there was about three inches of juice. "Take a big mouthful slave....but don't swallow," she ordered. After I had filled my mouth she casually moved to a drinks trolley and poured herself a glass of wine. This gave me the time to savour my own cum, it was metallic in taste and seemed to coat my whole mouth with a sticky coating. For the first time I noticed how salty my juice was. Mistress returned a wide grin on her face, sipping her wine. Her grin however turned to a scowl as she noticed my cock had started to get hard at my humiliation. "I see we have a cum loving faggot!" she exclaimed. This had the effect of sending more blood to my throbbing cock. "Well if you insist," she started, starting the milking machine again. I would have protested had I not still had a mouth full of my own juices. Mistress guided the sucking device back onto my throbbing cock and in it was sucked. The device then began to pulse up and down again. I was then forced to a third climax, all the time Mistress had me sip my own juices from the container and every now and again she would administer strokes with the crop. Until finally and almost painfully I came again, she of course caught the dribble of fluids and after switching off the machine had me drink them. She was watching for my cock to stir so I thought of anything other than what I was doing i.e. drinking my own cum. I did not think I could stand another climax! Mistress untied me from the stocks and left without a backwards glance. I went to put on my Maids dress when Madame Penelope appeared, had she been watching I wondered. "Don't bother with the dress Davina, you have further duties two doors down on the left." With that she disappeared. I moved down the corridor to my next appointment. I was exhausted and the welts on my bottom stung considerably. But all tiredness and pains were forgotten when I entered the next room. I knocked to which there was no reply, knowing I was expected I opened the door. As I said all thoughts of my own aches fled when I saw the exquisite figure on the four poster bed in the centre of the room. The heavenly apparition was my wife! My cock much abused sprang to life and she smiled at this response. "Come and pleasure me Davina," she sighed. I quickly moved to the bed. She was sitting at the head of the bed buried into a pile of pillows, the only bedding being the white silk base sheet. She had removed her outer garments, the only thing she had on now were the shear stockings held up by straps from the tight silvery grey silk Basque she wore. She has in my opinion a most exquisite figure and the Basque seemed to amplify this. My mouth watered at the prospect of pleasuring her and my cock throbbed. I started at her toes and lovingly kissed my may up her left leg. At the stocking tops I unclipped the stockings and slowly rolled them down. As I did so I kissed and licked the newly revealed flesh, I repeated this on her right leg. Once both stockings were removed I kissed and licked my way back to the place I so much wanted to worship, her pussy! As my ministrations reached her thighs her legs parted and a sigh escaped her lips. My questing tongue brought me to the v between her legs and I breathed in her heavenly scent. My senses reeled and a groan escaped my lips. The scent had my drained cock dripping again. Tentatively I ran my tongue across her swollen outer lips. I was rewarded with the succulent taste of an excited woman. Once this taste hit my taste buds there was no stopping me. My tongue sank deeper seeking out the nectar that had my heart racing and my cock throbbing. Mistress Jenny groaned her delight at my avid lapping. "please....please....make my cum," she begged. I smiled to myself and my tongue came to her rock hard clit, seconds later she was bucking under its onslaught. As her breathing slowed I looked up at her, my gaze travelling over her plump kissable belly, over her ripe tits with nipples oh so hard, to meet her sex glazed stare. Her smile widened which made my heart sing. I so much loved giving this woman pleasure, more than anything in the world. As I was meeting her eyes my fingers wandered to her climax slicked pussy. Amused I watched her eyes widen with pleasure. I dipped one then two fingers into her molten hot pussy. I needed no more, two fingers to rub that sensitive area know as the G-spot. Keeping eye contact I played and watched as her focus went and the pleasure overwhelmed her. I quickened the pace and soon had her thrusting against my hand, as she came juices squirted from her pussy literally drenching my hand and the bed below her pussy. But there was no let up, I kept the tempo up and made her climax twice more before she begged me to stop. "STOP....please.....stop....I need FUCKING!" she screamed. I gently removed my fingers proud of the fact I had turned my wife...Mistress into a gibbering wreck, loving the fact I had given her so much pleasure. Mistress Jenny pushed me from between her legs and sat up. She then slid from the bed and positioned herself feet on the floor upper body on the bed, her glorious bottom and ripe pussy flaunted gloriously. "I need a good fuck now," she said, her voice loaded with lust. She pointed at the bedside cabinet and I saw a familiar item. It was the black rubber cock extension sheath. "Put it on now and fuck me." I lubed the inside of the sheath and squeezed it onto my throbbing cock. I was a little bit sad that I was not going to pleasure Mistress Jenny with my own cock, but then I knew it was not big enough to really pleasure her. This thought sent a ripple of humiliation through me, and had my cock throbbing. As I stepped behind her she added to my humiliation. "Now you can fuck me like a real man," was all she said. Ohh what sweet utter humiliation and how did I feel....ecstatic.... humiliated....and horny as hell! I placed the head of the cock against her pussy and slowly buried the whole length of about ten inches inside her. To my surprise she took the whole length with a satisfied groan. I pulled out and gently pushed in again, trying to be gentle. "FUCK ME!" she shouted. I guess she did not want gentle so I pulled out and then rammed my rubber imprisoned cock fully home. Contrary to me thinking she would be in pain she squealed her delight. "HARDER.....FASTER!" she demanded. I complied and began to savagely ram my cock into her. She bucked under this brutal assault screaming climax after climax. Of course the position helped because each thrust ran the head of the rubber intruder across her G-spot! I fucked her to a standstill, my heart beating like a drum, sweat pouring from my body until finally. "Enough....enough...that was...fantastic...," she gasped flopping onto the bed spent and exhausted. I carefully pulled out my rubber cock; a grin split my face as I saw what I had done to my wife. Slowly she pulled herself onto the bed and collapsed. As I was gloating at my achievement Madame Penelope appeared. She had a silk sheet which she gently covered Mistress Jenny with. "Two door down on the left," was all she said to me. "I cleaned myself up in the en suite bathroom and headed for my next appointment. I had come out of my meeting the Mistress Elizabeth battered and exhausted, after being with Mistress Jenny I was exhilarated and excited. The door was open to this room so I stepped inside taking in my surroundings. It was a small room with only a dressing table for furniture. The item that caught my notice however was the bright pink full body rubber catsuit. Attached to it was a note. "Put me on," was all it said. I needed no further instruction; one of my many kinky passions is rubber so I luxuriated in the smell and feel of it as I took it from its hanger. I was undressed in seconds as was my passion to be in this rubber wear. The inside had been liberally coated with talcum powder so my legs easily slipped into the garment. I carefully pulled the stocking legs into placed marvelling at the brilliant shine, marred slightly by my finger marks. I pulled the suit up around my wait gasping at the cold caress of my cock and balls, which quickly turned to the tight sweaty embrace of rubber. I rubbed at my rubber encased cock bringing myself to the peak of excitement. I struggled into the arms of the suit and as I did noticed an exaggerated pair of false tits that the suit had. Once the rubber was over my shoulders I reach behind and found the cord which in turn was attached to the rear zipper of the suit. I looped it over my shoulder and pulled, sealing myself in totally. Rubber caressed my skin from neck to toes and I revelled in it. On the dressing table were two items. I full rubber mask and a spray bottle of rubber shining fluid. I picked up the mask and noticed that the face had exaggerated lips and eyes. Once on I would have the appearance of a bight pink rubber doll. I squirmed at the thought and quickly donned the mask zipping it up at the back. As I thought, as I stepped in front of a full length mirror. The creature confronting me was a rubber doll, big round doe eyes, big exaggerated rubber lips, big rubber tits and last and bizarrely not least the swell of my throbbing rubber cock, It was a most exciting and bizarre sight. Taking the shining fluid and a cloth I removed all traces of my finger prints until the rubber gleamed like glass. Finished i wondered what to do when I noticed a second door from the room. There was a note pinned to it. "When you have finished preening yourself!...enter". I moved through to the next room and was presented with a wondrous site. On a bed in the centre of the room was another rubber clad figure. She was tied to the bed that was covered in a white rubber sheet. Her rubber suit contrasted exquisitely with the sheet in that it was a glossy black. Again it covered the bound form from head to foot. The reason I knew this was a female however was that where the rubber encased her tits the nipples where exposed, they where also hard and erect with excitement. Much like her nipples her pussy was exposed allowing access to her excited depths. She however was completely shut out from her surroundings. Her eyes where blinded by a blindfold, a clip squeezed her nose so that she had to breath raggedly through her mouth, a mouth that had something stuffed inside giving her reason to struggle for breath. I moved closer to look and could see what appeared to be a pair of panties stuffed inside; indeed as I got closer I got the unmistakable scent of pussy juices. Finally her ears where covered by headphones through which I could hear the soft tones of music. So she had no idea I was there as she struggled against her bonds. I moved closer and as I did noticed two things. There was a video camera set up and recording the proceedings also the was a note on the bound womans stomach which read. "Play with me.......please!" I smiled and duly complied. I gently breathed on her right nipple, she jumped at the sensation knowing there was somebody there but not knowing who. I moved away from her and examined the hot place between her legs. As I did I discovered why she was so excited. From between her pussy lips trailed a cord with a loop in it. There was also an identical cord trailing from her puckered hole. On closer inspection I could hear a gently humming. Something was inside bother her pussy and her bottom. My breath quickened and my mouth watered as the scent of her pussy assailed me. I knew however that I was supposed to please this captive to distraction so I returned to her nipples. I fixed my mouth around her left nipple this time and began to alternatively suck and bite. The reaction from the bound form was to have her buck and thrash under my ministrations. Had she not been tied down she would have left the bed. Her breath rasped through the panty gag as just playing with her tits bought her to climax. How long had she been like this, anticipating the first touch I wondered? Time to really play I thought, but to avoid her choking I gently removed her panty gag. Once relieved of this gag she never said a word, she simply sighed her appreciation. Secure in knowledge that she was not going to choke I returned my attention to her pussy. I took up the cord in her pussy and pulled gentle. There was some resistance so whatever was in her pussy was big. Not being able to resist I put my head between her legs and ran my tongue along the cord to her pussy, drinking in the juices. I found her clit hot and hard, I licked it a few times and then pulled on the cord. Out popped a large vibrating ball, I avidly licked it clean noting that a cord extended from it into her pussy....a second ball? I retuned to licking her swollen clit and was rewarded with a mewled scream from her as she climaxed. Using the first ball as leverage I pulled and a second slightly smaller ball popped from her pussy. This I lovingly licked clean and noticed a further cord. Leaving this third ball in I returned to her clit and brought her to climax again, as she peaked I popped the third and last ball from her pussy causing her to yelp and scream possibly giving her a multiple orgasm! I let her calm revelling in the pleasure I had given, a warm glow permeating my body, was that the heat from the rubber or the glow of satisfaction from pleasuring this bound form, who knows!! As I was about to return to pleasuring this bound form, inquisitive as to how many anal beads and what size they were, a rubber clad form appeared beside me. From the eyes I could tell it was Madame Penelope. She came closer and whispered in my ear. "I'll take over from here Davina," she stated. She must have noted my disappointed expression. "Don't worry Davina there will be other times to pleasure Mistress Phillipa, for now your time is done....," she smiled. "Go get changed I will see you next week," she commanded. I nodded and made my way to the door. I turned as I was leaving and watched Madame mount the bed and caress the bound form of Mistress Phillipa. She then mounted the bound form because between her legs lewdly thrust a ten inch strap on. My ears rang to the gasping squeals of a tormented soul as I left the room. I returned to my own room after having reluctantly removing the rubber suit. I lovingly rinsed it and left it to dry in the utility room. Once I was changed back to the male me I headed for the door to find my wife......Mistress waiting for me. "Take me home," was all she said.