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The woman, Sandra almost dragged me down the corridor into a treatment room, everything was white and clinically clean, a heady perfume of some sort filling the air. "Undress and climb onto the table." She had a thick Germanic accent leaving no room for discussion. "And if there is any funny business I will use this." She picked a bar like object up from the stainless steel trolley table beside her, it looked to me like a sort of cattle prod from pictures I had seen in books. Reading my thoughts she went on: "The shock from this will put you flat on your back for hours, but they say that the pain only lasts for seconds." and she laughed an evil cackle. "Now get a move on or I will see what it does to you." I felt the cold chill of fear course through me and with trembling hands slowly undressed, my eyes hardly moving from that evil, horrible, instrument of torture in her big hands. "Hurry up and get on with it," she spat. I hurriedly continued, scared still yet with an awful humiliation as I revealed the red panties that I was wearing. "Come on you little sissy get your frillies off too or I'll stick this right on the end of your little excuse for a penis." She was brandishing the prod and I was petrified she was going to use it, she seemed to have a madness in her eyes. "Yyes miss, yes miss," I whimpered softly speaking for the first time since I had met her and I slipped off my red panties revealing my painfully inadequate manhood. "Now get on the couch sissy," she spat, a thin line of drool trickling down her chin. Terrified, I did as I was told and lay there quivering, just wanting to get it over and done with as soon as possible, as she began with her wax and laser machines. Slowly she worked her way over my entire body, every nook and crevice was explored and worked on until after a couple of hours I lay there naked and totally devoid of any body hair anywhere. "She rubbed lotion of some type all over me then and my body began to tingle, my skin becoming over sensitive and hot. I squirmed and whimpered at the feeling until I realised she was standing beside me looking at me almost hungrily. "How do you fancy nice pierced ears then sissy?" She spoke in a low sexually charged tone and I felt a touch of something cold against my inner thigh. I glanced down and my heart jumped in terror as I felt her running the prod up gently towards my groin. "Noo, Noo, please Nooo," I whimpered trying to pull away from it. The nails from her other hand were gripping my shoulder holding me down "I asked you a question sissy, would you like nice pierced years?" she murmured, the prod had reached my tight testicles and I was shivering all over despite the heat in my skin. "Ys, ys, y yes please," I whimpered. "Yys please Mmiss I I do." "Good girl," she smiled lecherously. She seemed aroused, she left the prod lying between my legs touching my groin, tickling and teasing me with the cold blue touch of its head and she picked up the pair of pliers from her tray. "I think you should have long dangling earrings that tickle your neck sissy, don't you?" her eyes were gleaming. I didn't answer, I was speechless with fear. "Don't you?" she spat again and I felt the spray of her words against my face. "Yys, yss, please," I whimpered again completely terrified to be at the mercy of this mad woman. The pliers stung as she crunched them into my ear lobes, then she gleefully showed me the big hooped earrings she had chosen for me before she inserted them into the fresh punctured holes, making me wince in pain as she secured them, their weight already noticeable as she let them to dangle. "Give me a kiss sissy," she whispered, her ugly face up close to mine, her breath tickling inside my ear, her hand again on the prod sliding its shaft down further between my legs. I was shivering in terror now, I thought I was having palpitations, wishing to god that Donna would return, someone please oh god save me from this, this evil thing. Her big lips came closer to me and I closed my eyes to shut it all out fearfully pursing my lips. Shuddering horribly I felt her lips close on mine and at the same time the prod slide between the clenched cheeks of my bottom, its' head sliding inexorably down to my tight puckered bum. "Kiss me back sissy, or I push the button," she whispered like a lover in my ear. I opened my eyes seeing her bony evil face so close to me and I lifted my head shuddering inside, feeling sick and trembling with fear I kissed her back. Her thick tongue pushed between my lips into my defenceless mouth and at the same time I felt the head of the prod in her hand pressing harder and harder against my bum. I clenched myself tight but the oils and lotions she had rubbed into my skin were working against me, my skin was too slippy too highly lubricated. I squeezed my buttocks tightly in a huge effort to stop her, to stop it, but it was no use, I felt myself opening up to her unstoppable pressure. She kissed me again even harder, I prayed she would stop and tried to beg through her mouth enveloping kisses to stop, but inevitably my poor puckered bum opened to allow the terrifying torture blue head of the prod into my body. She knew she had done it, she knew that the pressure against her had gone and that she was inside me. "Now I'm going to fuck your sissy ass and if you don't love me, I will hit my little button," she whispered against my face, her face flushed hot with an evil passion. I remember babbling over and over, "Oh god, oh god please don't do it," every part of me trembling in abject terror. "Beg me to fuck you sissy," she whispered with that evil smile still inches from my mouth. I wanted to close my eyes, I wanted it all to stop, to escape to run, to be free "Fff fuck me pp pleease," I whimpered. The prod enetered me another painful inch. "Go on sissy, go on," her gleaming black eyes were penetrating my very soul and for some unbelievable, humiliating reason I felt my penis begin to feel a crazy idiotic little pulse of arousal. "Ffuck me, fuck me please Miss, f fuck me please." I was whimpering louder now. She kissed me hard then and plunged the prod deep inside me as she did so, I gasped open mouthed against her and that thick tongue of hers filled my mouth, I felt the prod moving slowly out and slowly back into me and for some unexplainable madness I suddenly felt so turned on my poor penis felt stiff and throbbing against her arm. She quickened the pace slightly and I couldn't stop myself opening my legs wider for her. She kissed me harder. "You love that don't you sissy," she murmured, breaking from her kisses and thrusting harder still with her terrifying weapon "Come on cum for Nanny," she whispered in a charge of sexual arousal. I was panting now, I couldn't help it every time the prod went fully into me it made me gasp, then her free hand closed around my stiff little penis and she began to rub me to the same rhythm. Moaning loudly and uncontrollably now my arousal grew and grew, more and more and I closed my eyes and succumbed to the feelings taking over my entire body unable to stop myself from ejaculating great spasms of cum over my belly. "Good girl, good sissy, come on, keep cumming for Nanny." I came and came until I was in pain and her hand strokes hurt me, my penis shrivelling in exhaustion and I lay there totally spent, the prod still embedded inside me, my legs apart to accommodate it as I struggled to blink my eyes open or to even move. She was smiling a huge smile of evil triumph at how easily she had taken me. I saw her reaching to her steel trolley beside her and the intenseness in her face as she picked up a small soft plastic tube with a slightly wider dished base. She was concentrating on my groin now and I felt her slipping the contraption over my tender shrivelled flaccid penis, pushing until it encased me tightly forcing my sore empty testes back into my body. "Do as I say and keep still," she grunted, "remember my toy is still inside your sissy pussy." She continued as if I needed a reminder, I hardly dared move as I felt a sudden stinging in the skin of my bare pubic mound, I flinched as she harshly warned me to keep still again. She was working quickly now squirting gels and with further stinging punctures to my skin until finally she stood back in satisfaction. "There now sissy, you won't be touching that again, not unless Nanny helps you to," and she laughed almost manically. I sat up nervously feeling trembly and weak and I looked down at myself. I gasped in shock, the soft plastic had moulded itself to my pubic mound, my testicles seemed to be held inside my body by the plastic hood and my poor little penis too encased, held down in a small ridge between my legs. The corners of the plastic were secured by small gold rings fastened to piercings in my pubic mound and as i was to discover later to the soft skin between my legs "Just in case you have a thought about trying to get it off sissy." She whispered harshly in my ear, "It is also completely glued in place with a surgical glue". I felt faint and must have showed it because she laughed loudly at the effect of her words, then went on, "You will have to sit to pee from now on, like a little girl sissy" I was blushing furiously, humiliated by her words, hating her at the realisation of what she had done to me. However she continued delighting in what she had to say. "I am the only one who can take it off you sissy and I am the only one who can now bring you release for your little clitty baby," She giggled that hyenic laugh "but be warned sissy, every time you come back to me to beg me to take it off, and you will beg me sissy, then I will take something else from you." She paused ominously. "Do you understand sissy?" Her voice had become very quiet but full of menace. I nodded almost in tears, my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest, wondering why I didn't have the courage to scream in her face and make her take it off right now. Her tone suddenly changed, like a Jeckle and Hyde, and she became very matter of fact and business like. "Your clothes are in the changing room over there, you can get dressed now, your mistress will be picking you up in five minutes and she will expect you to be ready." She turned her back on me and began to clean and tidy away her evil prod and her surgical instruments. Shaking and nervous I swung my legs off the couch and stood trembling and weak, the device between my legs hiding any sign of maleness and making me feel strange and effeminate. I walked slowly, hesitantly through into the room that she had pointed to. There was a table with underwear on it and a clothes rail with a black dress hanging from it. I looked around for the things that I had worn there, but I couldn't see them anywhere. I turned back to the door and coughed quietly, "umm please, umm excuse me Mmiss, but umm but where are my clothes?" My voice had a definite tremor to it which I hated. "Your clothes are in there as I said, do you dare question me? Now get dressed or you will be in real trouble." Her anger made me step back nervously afraid of her inferred violence. I hurried back in and began to dress, feeling my face burning hotly as I did so. The clothes were all black and white and comprised of frilly white satin panties, a black suspender belt and stockings, a black bra, a short stiff white petticoat and the black dress which I couldn't zip fully up at the back. Finally I put on the black heels and feeling out of balance I tottered over to get the white satin apron when she came into the room. "Come along, aren't you ready yet, she is here now?" She grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me round on my heels, then tutting her annoyance she zipped the dress to the top, fastening the hooks and eyes on the collar around my neck, she pulled the apron from my hand with a tug and as she did so a small white frilled Alice band fell to the floor. She tied the apron tightly around my waist then, "Pick it up," she snarled gesticulating at the band on the floor. I bent down immediately without thinking, she had that effect on me. As I did so I felt her hand sliding over my satin clad bum, I straightened quickly to her touch and turned to see that lustful look in her eyes again. She took the Alice band and placed it on my head whispering "Next time sissy, next time." And she turned me to face the mirror on the wall behind me. My blushes were deeper than ever now as I looked at the maid in the mirror, obviously a man, by the flat chest and yet an effeminate gay looking man a complete sissy. "Is he ready?" I heard Donna's voice and my insides turned to jelly, my humiliation growing insanely, deepening with every minute that she looked at me. "Well done Sandra my love," she spoke to her even though she was looking at me. "He looks much more like a maid now, was he any trouble?" It felt so strange them talking about me in front of me like this, but I couldn't speak. I was normally nervous when I was in front of her but now dressed like this and with the contraption between my legs I was a trembling wreck. "The sissy needs to be taught respect, she needs to know where her place is, you should give her a damn good spanking then she wouldn't be any trouble," Sandra spoke completely conversationally as if they were discussing the weather. "You are right as usual, I know I should always listen to you, you have so much experience in all these matters," said Donna ," he will of course have to come back to you for his next treatment, two weeks time? would that be ok with you? could you put it in your book for me please love" Sandra smiled and nodded just the once. "I'll see you later love," said Donna and Sandra kissed her "later darling, I can't wait." Donna turned to me speaking for the first time. "Come along, you won't have to make dinner tonight as Hazel and I are going out and we won't be back until late so you can go to bed after your household chores." She walked ahead of me and I tottered along on my heels behind her wanting to tell her to go to hell but not having the courage and feeling confused about the dinner date which seemed to include that horrible bitch. She lead me out of the front door of the clinic, the heavy hoops tugging my ears and tickling my neck as I walked, the cool air running its fingers up under the short skirt of the dress making me feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Her car was parked across the car park in the far corner and my heart was pumping like crazy as I looked around to see if I had been seen. I felt so humiliated and vulnerable dressed like this in such a public place and I rushed with clattering heels to get to it as quickly as possible. I finally stood there almost ducked down, cringing in the shelter of her car as she casually made her way over laughing at me as she did so. Unhurriedly she took out her keys and unlocked the door and I grabbed it open quickly jumping in like a frightened rabbit. When we finally got home Donna escorted me straight into the lounge where my wife was sitting drinking a cup of tea, she looked up at me in shocked surprise. "Good god what have you done to yourself, what are, you wearing?" It was Donna that spoke. "He decided as he was working as our maid, that it would be best if he dressed like one too love," she began "He begged me this morning to help him and I took pity, I hope you don't mind?" I stared at her in disbelief my voice catching in my throat at such abject lies. "He loves to dress up so much that he wanted to do it all the time love, he chose these things himself, I thought they were a bit over the top, but he was very persuasive." Hazel was smiling wickedly. "Oh Donna darling I think he looks lovely, after all it's just as well for him to feel happy too isn't it?" and she got up and kissed Donna fully on the lips. I nearly fell over at such outright untruths that Donna was telling my wife but as she turned to me I could see it in her face daring me to challenge her words "Now go along maid and get your work done," she laughed. "We'll have to find a new name for our maid Hazel". They both laughed together at my blushes as I hurried from the room tears of embarrassment once again stinging my eyes. I worked away most of the evening, trying to keep myself busy to take my mind off my own situation and my groin and trying not to think about my lovely Hazel being with those two dominant bitches. I felt weird, almost every move I made causing the satin panties to tickle my bum, making me feel sexy, yet the plastic thing that was completely covering my sex was preventing my arousal, somehow giving me a thrill and discomfort at the same time. I couldn't stroke myself and the seed of a deep frustration began to grow inside me. I didn't sleep well that night, when I had finally gone upstairs I found that Donna had been busy in my room, there was no sign at all of my male clothes anymore, no matter where I looked in an increasing panic. She had replaced my things with very short very tarty clothes, no trousers at all, no tights, only stockings and there were a number of very filmy things which I of course, stupidly, idiotically couldn't resist trying on, especially as I was in this new feminised state. As I looked at myself in the mirror, my arousal struggled more and more, I felt so turned on looking at my teasingly covered pubic mound and my naked bum, my poor entrapped penis throbbing and painful inside its tight plastic prison. Shaking myself to clear my foolish head, I started to get myself to bed, that's when I noticed on my bedside cabinet sat the large bottle of tablets that Donna had given me that day, the label read take 2 tablets twice a day as prescribed. Stupidly I took two out of the bottle and took them, my thoughts only of her explanation, to make my beautiful wife feel less stressed by me, to make her happy so that she'd love me again. Hesitantly putting on the embarrassingly sexy red baby doll nightie that had been left for me to wear to bed that night, I got beneath the covers. I closed my eyes in the hope that sleep would come quickly, sleep that would take me away from the hell that I'd foolishly fallen into, but I turned and twisted restlessly struggling to find a release for my increasingly pained chastised mind until finally dropping off in utter exhaustion. The days and nights seemed to turn into a blur, my body feeling more and more on fire and every time my wife or Donna happened to touch me, either by accident or on purpose, the pain and frustration of my arousal coursed stronger through my body. I struggled really hard to concentrate on my work, battling to ignore the constant feelings teasing my insides and to focus on the job. Somehow I began to feel almost like a silly dumb blond, my brain was becoming more and more woolly, I couldn't seem to concentrate on things, with my vague responses to questions I foolishly found I was losing the ability to carry out proper conversation. One sleepless night, struggling to conqueror my never easing inner lusts, I heard noises. Trying to clear my head I crept out of my bedroom along to their bedroom door, the Master bedroom and listened quietly. Donna was talking softly to my wife. "I am going to fuck you darling, feel my hard cock against you." I couldn't make out my wife's reply but I heard movements, then a low moan, it was my beloved wife's voice. It was followed by the increasingly violent sounds of their love making as their bed, our bed, my bed, squeaked and creaked. On it went with Donna's low grunts and my wife's moans growing louder and more passionate until the sound of her shuddering climax. My feelings were tearing my head apart, the loss, the dominant way she was taken, my heart was breaking and yet my painfully imprisoned penis throbbed and throbbed burning through my entire body. Hardly realising what I was doing, my hands were inside my panties searching for release, sliding over the plastic unfeeling prison, my fingers searching for some way of stopping my ache. My fingers were running all over my legs and hips, I was feeling crazily aroused. Straying over my soft tender bottom I suddenly found myself rubbing there, it made me quiver at the sensation. Hurriedly I tiptoed back to my room, my heart pounding and laying on my back on my bed I slipped my panties down round my ankles and with my legs apart I began gently exploring, touching myself there, in search of some yearning satisfaction, yet only making myself feel more frustrated still. The next morning I finally couldn't stand it any longer, at the first opportunity I approached Donna when she was alone. "Umm please Donna," I began with a trembling voice "Cc can you take me to see Sandra pp please, I I really need to see her p p please Mistress." She looked at me with a knowing smile. "You aren't due to see her until the end of the week." "Yyy yes yes well I know that," I babbled. "But I I have to see her umm umm now please." Donna looked at me her smile wide seeing my discomfort. "Well you are going to have to wait until Friday aren't you?" She didn't give me a chance to reply, she just went on speaking changing the subject. "When we have gone to work I want you to go into our bedroom and tidy it up properly and there is a special job I want you to do, I've left instructions on my bedside table, now I have to go." She hurried off calling for my wife to go with her so that she could drop her off on the way to her practice. I watched as they went, and then rushed to the master bedroom, curious about this special job. On the bedside table was the note that she had written for me, it said: "In the bottom drawer is an item, take it out together with the care instructions, read the instructions and clean it properly." Trembling slightly, I slowly slid the drawer open, inside it was the most lifelike dildo that I had ever seen. The skin coloured straps were dangling from its base and my heart was pounding loudly in my head as I reached in and touched it. Gently I picked it up, it was heavier than I expected and it stiffly wobbled in my hands. Unable to stop myself I slid my hand down over it, feeling its' rigid unyielding power as I did so. I could almost smell the sex and the lust on it, as I stupidly stroked it, feeling its stiffness, the wrinkles and bumps against my palm. It was like a demon a hypnotic devil and it was doing strange things to me. I lifted it higher looking closely at it, smelling it, the familiar scent of my wife. My insides were in knots, that throbbing painful arousal in my groin again, then without reason I suddenly found myself kissing the head of it. I don't know why, but before I knew it I had opened my mouth wide and I slid it over my lips to suck increasingly madly on it. In the depths of my mind I was trying to tell myself it meant nothing, I was just seeing what it was like. In my haste and my own developing lust my hand strayed to a small button at its base and the erect cock sprang to buzzing life making me jump as it vibrated against my tongue. A tingling thought occurred to me then, hurriedly I pulled up the hem of my maids dress and pulled my black panties down, laying back on the unmade bed. I could smell my wife's perfume strongly here as I grasped the buzzing penis and slid it between my legs. The vibrations coursed through the plastic into my own entrapped limpness making me tremble and let out an involuntary gasp. It felt wonderful but the tight plastic prison held me in its grip of steel, preventing the slightest thought of swelling. In an effort to try and bring myself relief I began sliding the vibrating cock back and forth between my legs and as I did so my eyes closed to the wonderful tingling in my groin. Suddenly, almost accidentally I touched it against my tight puckered hole, it made me jump slightly, bringing back instant thoughts of that evil Sandra and her prod. Before I knew it I was pushing it against me. It hurt me but, then it made me think back to the oils that she had poured over me. I stopped; trembling all over yet excited and I looked again in Donna's bottom drawer. There as I had hoped was a large tube of KY gel. Hurrying now I squeezed some onto the cock smearing it all over it in a wanking motion, lying again on my back, I opened my legs lewdly apart. My foolish idiotic excitement growing, I switched on the dildo again and pushed its' slippery stiffness against me. I was pushing harder now and felt myself opening, but it hurt, it hurt so much that each time I had to stop and let the pain go. I couldn't stop myself from continuing though, it was as if I was fixated I just had to see what it was like I couldn't explain why. Then it was in me, I gasped with the pain, wanting to pull it out again but I stopped myself, just lying there waiting for it to ease. Suddenly I was wriggling, wriggling against it as it started to slip deeper into me and I felt that I was losing control, moving to the feelings, to the lust of it all. My other hand strayed to the plastic pubic mound in search of vain relief there, but finding none. It was inside that I somehow felt the growing tingling as I bucked and thrust against that stiff so lifelike cock in my rear. I came, I came at last in a whimpering wriggling moan I came; at least it felt like I had cum and even though I still felt in a way unsatisfied and still aroused it felt that I had at least seemed to have eased my awful frustration. Gently i pulled the dildo from myself taking my time to clean it and me. Somehow the day went better after that and I felt that I had a spring in my step, feeling stupidly naughty and idiotically, very sexy. When they came home at the end of the day I was attentive and hard working almost enjoying the role for a change, somehow I missed the knowing grin that Donna had when she was telling me the tasks for the next day, however her teasing swats at my bum as I turned to leave, made the ache return to my groin. She called me into her study later, my wife had gone upstairs to have a bath. "I think you should learn to curtsey," she said, "all good maids curtsey." I blushed immediately; she had that ability to humiliate me with just a few words. "Oh and yes," She went on "I remember that Sandra said that you should be reprimanded with a good spanking, to remind you who is the boss." As if I needed telling. "I think I should do that before we go to see her on friday." I stared at her beetroot red my heart pounding. "You, you d don't mean that," I stammered. She looked at me her face speaking volumes. "How dare you question me," she growled, her anger seeming to rise from nowhere "Must I remind you that one foot out of place and you will be out of this house and you will never see your precious little wife again" I paled, feeling the blood drain from my face, automatically dropping my eyes from her glare. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Sorry, Sorry," she spat "Sorry what? When we are alone you will always address me as Mistress from now on, do you understand?" "Y y yes mistress," I mumbled softly. "Hah, that's more like it, now let's see that curtsey when you say it." I looked at her pleadingly, I hated her so much, I was close to tears in humiliation. "Get on with it maid, hold your hem between the fingers and thumb of each hand, lift you hem and curtsey to me saying yes mistress, I understand mistress." A tear ran down my cheek as I held the hem of my maids dress and curtseyed mumbling softly. "Ys mistress I understand mistress." "Not good enough maid, now lift your dress higher when you do it, do it again" Another tear joined the first as I repeated the curtsey, lifting the hem of my dress higher as she had told me. "Ys mistress, I understand mistress." I held back a sob. "Not good enough, I want to see my maids pretty panties when she curtseys to me, now do it again, do it properly, show your mistress your panties" With a face burning in complete shame and tears dripping from my chin, I did it again. "Show me your pretty panties maid, show your mistress what she owns, behave like an obedient slutty maid should do." "Yys mistress I understand mistress." The sob was evident in my voice now. "Hold it there, open your legs a little I want you to offer yourself to me every time you do it, understand slutty maid?" Her voice seemed coarse with lust now, I could tell she was aroused, her cheeks pink and flushed. "Every time we are alone together you will do that, every time your silly little wife is not here you will obey me totally, do you understand?" I nodded. "Yys mistress I understand mistress," I whispered and curtseyed deeply to her lifting my dress and fully exposing my black satin panties to her. With a hmph she turned her back on me returning to her desk and I left the room trying to stop myself from breaking down totally in tears of frustration at my own foolishly submissive fear of this powerful woman who seemed to have such control over me. The next day seemed to pass quickly, I made myself busy with the housework, but it was in the nights that I felt that growing frustration at my inability to curb my continual sexual arousal. The filmy clothing and the touches both from my wife and Donna, as I served them, only helped to build up my discomfort, my entrapped penis wanting so much. It was a want that was burning throughout my body, so much so it was becoming a never ending struggle to think of anything else. Somewhere in the back of my mind I kept thinking about that stiff vibrating penis in Donna's drawer and the release that it had given me. I needed that release more and more until I couldn't stop myself thinking about it all the time. That night was a waking nightmare of frustration, the desperate want the need to touch yet the inability to do so, that terrible inability for the release that I just had to have. When I woke I couldn't wait for them to go, but Donna seemed to be taking her time it was making me so frustrated praying for her to get a move on, until finally she went. As I heard her set out down the long drive, I couldn't wait any longer but rushed up to my wife's bedroom, going straight to Donna's bottom drawer. I pulled it open and there it was. It lay there stiff, sexual, demanding, calling to me, almost exuding a lust that made my heart pound and my hands tremble. I brought my shaking fingers to it, picking it up, unable to stop myself running my hand over the soft rigidity of its length. My poor imprisoned penis tingling and pulsing in its tight plastic sheath and I could hardly wait for the release that I craved for so much. With hands trembling so much I could hardly control them, I reached for the tube of gel and opening it I squeezed the colourless lubricant onto the head of this sex machine. Rubbing it, it seemed such a realistic looking cock and I slid my hand around it stroking it the same wanking motion. Sitting down on the bed, what was I doing? I was feeling so odd was I actually enjoying doing this, wanting this? Inside my head I was telling myself over and over, it's not male it's just a sex toy, I am not like that it isn't a man, it's just that I need to, I have to cum. I lay back and pulled up my skirt and petticoats, wriggling down my white satin panties before bringing that cool stiffness between my legs. Pressing the button it leapt into its deep buzzing vibration as I touched cheeks with its lubricated head. It slid between them easily as if it had a mind of its own, seeking my tender puckered tightness, which jumped at its touch. The lust, the need and the excitement of the feelings inside me, drove me on and quickly I found myself lying back on the pillows thrusting the vibrating weapon into me. I paused again, fractionally, at the initial pain as I opened for it. A pain that would normally cause me to stop and never do it again, but I wanted, needed the release so much that I carried on after that short pause. I was eventually bucking and thrusting in mid air until my inner satisfaction eventually came once again. All through it my entrapped penis had throbbed and buzzed, begging, screaming, for its' release until that finally achieved seemingly longer to achieve climax. I lay there feeling weak, my eyes closed my heart still throbbing, deep down I felt mixed up, this was wrong. I am a man after all. I began to regard the stiff machine with hatred, but somehow I still tried to persuade myself that after all it was only a means to an end. It wasn't male it was only a vibrator, something that could ease my pain. I suddenly wanted to rip all that feminine clothing off me and burn them, but Donna had left me no male clothes to wear and also I was so desperate to get out of that evil chastity in which Sandra had encased me. I knew she was the only one that could release me from it and end this painful frustration. In the end I calmed myself, pulled up my panties and went to clean Donna's toy, being careful to replace it in the right place and to remove all signs of evidence of my use of it. I tried to work hard for the rest of the day, trying to put things out of my mind by constantly keeping busy, Even after their return home that night I kept quiet, pushing myself until I was so exhausted that I went to bed earlier than usual actually sleeping the whole night away. Thursday morning, the week was dragging so slowly, I awoke with a muzzy head and I struggled to get going with their morning tea and breakfast. My wife decided on a different skirt at the last minute and I had to rush to iron it and all in all it seemed an everything goes wrong type of morning. After they went to work I could have easily returned to bed, but the place seemed in such a mess after them that I knew I had to tidy up or face their wrath once again. I was just completing washing the kitchen floor at midday when I heard the front door opening, I looked up and saw it was Donna. My heart was suddenly in my throat a sick tightening in the pit of my stomach. I knew what she expected and putting down the mop I took the hem of my dress between my fingers and thumbs and lifting it to show my panties as she had instructed, I made my best attempt at curtseying deeply to her. "Good morning Mistress, do you want a cup of tea mistress?" She looked at me scornfully, "Bring it into the lounge when I come back downstairs," she said. I nodded trying my best to smile whilst I curtseyed again. "Yes Mistress," I said quietly. She came down after ten minutes and i was surprised to see her wearing her long dressing gown and carrying a large bag. "Tea in here in five minutes," she barked not even bothering to look at me. "Yes Mistress," I mumbled. When I entered the lounge I was surprised to see the television on and an armchair standing in the middle of the room facing it. She sat on the sofa, a grim and disdainful look on her face. "Put the tea down and stand facing me," she ordered and I did so, facing her with my back to the television. "Have you been messing around in my drawers?" she began. I felt the blood drain from my face and my hands begin to tremble. "Nnnoo," I stuttered. "Nnnooo mistress." My legs were turning to jelly and my heart beginning to pound. "I think you are lying," she spat angrily. "You know what happens to liars don't you?" "Noo Noooo Mistress." I felt my voice rise to a squeak. "I know you have been in my drawers because I have proof, look you little liar." She pointed at the television pressing play on the remote in her hand. The screen sprang to life and a picture of me opening her bottom drawer appeared in full Technicolor. I nearly fainted in the shame and embarrassment of being found out. "You filthy little liar," she shouted, a spray of saliva wetting my face "I hate liars, now you know what you're going to get don't you?" "Nno Mistress I whispered in a cracked voice. "Punishment," she spat the word out almost triumphantly, "and if you do not comply then I will just play this film to Hazel and what do you think she will say when I tell her you are a liar and a thief?" I stared at the floor in abject misery, it was my own fault and now I had to face the consequences or else it would be the end of whatever slim hope I still had to regain a future with my lovely wife. "WELL?" she stood there her hands on her hips. After an embarrassing silence, where I hoped it would all just go away, I croaked my barely audible reply, "Ys Mistress." "Bend over the chair." She began with a string of orders and as I tried to bend over the high back of the chair she held out her hand. "Give me your wrist." I stretched out my right arm to her nervously, grabbing my wrist she pulled me roughly forward, over the back of the chair. Thinking I would fall I tried to grab something but she held my wrist tight as she pulled it down to where I suddenly realised there were cuffs and straps on all four legs. She worked quickly and before my stupid brain could react and the panic could set in to make me break free to get me out of this situation, she had my wrists cuffed to the chair legs in front of me. Taking her time then she almost casually fastened my ankles to the chair legs behind me too. Pulling tightly on the straps at my wrists she pulled my feet off the ground and I pivoted on the chair back balancing there as she tightened and adjusted the others at my ankles. I did try to kick my legs, feeling out of balance and thinking I would fall but I soon realised that I was held there securely I couldn't move an inch and I suddenly felt completely defenceless and totally vulnerable. "Now look at the television you dirty little liar and remember never to lie to me again." I lifted my head straining to see the still image of me opening her bedside drawer then I felt her lifting my dress and petticoats. She slid her hand over my satin encased bottom making me twitch and she laughed. "I'll make you twitch far more than that you little bitch." Her voice was calm yet had an underlying aggression. She brought her bag round beside me so that I could see it and her. "Now we don't want any screaming and shouting do we?" I saw her licking her lips as she looked at me whist pulling a black ball fixed to dangling straps from the bag. "Open wide liar." Her voice had become teasing now, almost sexy, whilst my eyes bulged in fear at the sight of the ball gag. "Come on open up or your precious little wife will definitely see this picture." I opened my mouth a little, but she prised my teeth further apart forcing the ball between them, opening my mouth wider still. The ball slipped onto my tongue behind my teeth allowing me to close my aching jaw slightly as she took the straps behind my head and she pulled them tightly fastening them together pulling the ball even further into my mouth. "How does that feel liar?" Her eyes were gleaming, her voice now charged with energy. "Mmph," was all I could manage to grunt, my whole body trembling now in a building terror. "Good, good," she was murmurring almost to herself. She disappeared behind me and I could feel her fingers sliding over my satin panties again, making me quiver and twitch even more. Then slowly, painfully slowly she pulled my panties down. I felt a cool air tickle my bum as she gently worked them down over my stockings to just above my knees. "My god you are going to learn a lesson today," she whispered by my side. I followed her with my eyes, completely terrified, as from the bag she took a thin black whip and a black leather paddle. "Now which is which," she said and laughed "well the whip is for liars and the paddle is for naughty maids and as you've been a liar and a naughty maid so you will have to have both. Iit's ten strokes of the whip for lying and ten of the paddle for being such a naughty maid" She laughed again, this time it was curiously sexually charged yet an almost mad crazy laugh too. I began to wriggle and struggle to free myself, I was totally panic stricken now, I had to get away from this mad woman. Fear was clutching my insides, but no matter how I tried to struggle I just couldn't move at all, she had secured me there so expertly. So she began, forcing me with each pain searing stroke of that wicked thin whip, to look at the still picture of myself on the screen. By six my bottom was on fire, I had never known such pain, I was begging and whimpering into the gag, wriggling as much as I could to try and evade those stinging cuts into my cheeks. By eight the tears started to pour from my eyes "Noo noo nooo" I was trying to moan, but it only seemed to excite and encourage her more, the last two even harder as they sliced into my poor soft buttocks, I was sobbing openly now. She moved alongside me her dressing gown open revealing her black sports underwear and her obvious arousal. "Now you will never lie to me again will you?" I shook my head quickly as I sobbed, my bottom stinging like fire. "Sandra is quite right you are a sissy aren't you." She giggled as the tears dripped off the end of my nose. "Well now you naughty maid." I watched in horror and disbelief as she picked up the black leather paddle. "nooo, nooo oh god surely nooo," I screamed into my gag, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "We don't want noise do we so we'd better tighten this first hadn't we naughty maid?" She was giggling quite insanely now as she pulled the straps even tighter forcing that horrible ball even deeper into my mouth forcing my tongue down beneath it. "Let's see if we can make your stripy bottom an even colour shall we? I'll tell you what, while I paddle you naughty maid, you can watch my little film, you better watch it closely because every time I see you not watching I will give you an extra stroke, understand naughty maid?" I was almost too terrified to think as I nodded my head to try and appease her manic words. Even before she finished saying them the film had started showing me reverently taking her dildo from its drawer. My face was flushed crimson with humiliation as I realised she had somehow filmed the entire thing and slap the leather paddle hit my poor inflamed bottom making me squeal into my gag. She hit me harder and harder and I screamed and struggled and cried inside until she broke me completely and I just lay there quivering, my unseeing eyes watching myself have sex with her dildo. I was still to her blows, she knew that she had broken my will, and she brought the last few strokes between my cheeks against my tight rosebud as I watched myself climax on the screen. I just lay there then a quivering submissive sissy, yet aware she was getting something else from her bag of evil. Turning she had the dildo, the very dildo I'd used on myself. She was grinning that manic grin of hers as she strapped it on so that it jutted lewdly out from her crutch. It screamed sex yet it was also a sign of her power and strength in its juddering stiffness. "You love my toy don't you naughty maid." She panted gleefully the perspiration from her exertions pouring in rivulets down her body soaking her sports vest as she stroked the stiff cock lewdly. "This is what you want isn't it? - cock." The KY gel was in her hand and she made a vulgar display as she rubbed it over the vibrant stiffness. My heart was banging loudly inside my head, I was terrified, but somehow stupidly crazily totally aroused by her, knowing I couldn't fight her, knowing I had no choice but to do anything she said. She reached behind my head and undoing the gag she pulled it from my mouth. "I want to hear your girly moans when I fuck you naughty little maid, every Master is allowed to fuck his maid and I want to hear your moans for your Master." She grasped my hips and I felt the cold rigid head touch my searing cheeks, sliding between them up to my poor abused puckered entrance; she was pushing hard and incessantly against me, pulling herself into me. The pain in my rectum felt like she was tearing me apart, but she was clever, knowing totally what she was doing and suddenly she was deep inside me, leaving me gasping as the pain faded leaving a mad discomfort but also a building sexual arousal in my poor imprisoned penis. She began slowly thrusting into me making me gasp with each stroke and without realising it my gasps began to end in whimpers and as she increased her rhythm, her own excitement seemed to be growing more and more. I wanted to cum, I wanted to cum so much now. I would have given anything to have had that horrible plastic chastity taken off. I was moaning, my voice was high somehow driven up with her thrusts, faster and faster I sensed she was going to cum and I wanted to too, I needed to I had to, I heard a squealing begging moaning and realised it was me. She groaned a deep gutteral groan slowing to a shuddering stop, her hips hard against my heated cheeks, the dildo deep inside me. I tried to wriggle still, to make her continue, I hadn't cum, I felt so wanton, so frustrated so aroused. She pulled slowly, gently out of me and I felt her release my bonds before she pulled me off the chair, my legs buckled under me as I collapsed on the floor. She began putting her things away in her bag, switching off the television and removing the DVD whilst I just sat there emotionally exhausted, watching her with half closed eyes, my entire body throbbing from the various pains and emotions. She turned again to face me hands on hips, she still hadn't removed the strap on dildo and it jutted out erect and quivering towards me like a badge of office. "Pull up your knickers girl, get me another cup of tea and get a move on." Her voice was sharp again now, commanding showing none of the arousal she had shown before. I looked at the stiff trembling penis then up at her as she stood there so arrogantly. Then struggling to get myself back together I got to my knees and wriggled my panties back up over my poor burning bottom.