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I had been in my cock cage for a week and was really feeling the strain, Roberta had not helped! When I left in a hurry from Roberta's I realised I still had the cock cage on. I thought about asking for the key but realised what I really wanted was a key holder. I did however have second thoughts as soon as I got home, so I rang her. "Roberta I forgot to ask you to remove the cock cage before I felt" I said in a meek voice. "Really!........*Snigger*"......CLICK. The phone went dead. That night Roberta sent me a long and explicit text stating how horny she was and how she had played with herself re-living the memory of my blow job. My cock throbbed in its prison as I drank in the words. After that every day she sent me a text usually late at night detailing her pleasure session, what she had done, what websites she had visited. She even read all my stories on Fetlife and ordered me to detail our sissy session and post it. I had a day to get it written and posted or I would be staying in the cage for another week. After writing the account of our fun together my poor cock was bursting. Luckily I knew...or hoped my torture would be coming to an end at the weekend because we were going to Margaret and Roberts for dinner. I was a little bit worried about Jenny asking for sex but she had a low sex drive and so far she had not asked. Usually I also got advanced warning because she would make some salacious remark about a man on the TV, by that I knew she was in the mood...so far no comments. The weekend came but not soon enough and we headed to Margaret's and Robert's. We had a lovely meal and again played Trivial Pursuits for the usual stakes. We lost of course and headed to the kitchen. After starting the washing up I ask Robert. "Please can I have the key to the cock cage?" "I will think about it," he stated with a shrug. "Please...oh...please......I'm bursting.....I will do anything.....I beg you!" "Beg?" said Margaret's as she entered the Kitchen. "Oh...I...I..was just telling Robert how our dog begs for treats"..I answered cleverly covering my tracks I thought. "Mmmm..She answered. Can you make some coffees?" She turned and left. We finished the washing up and made the coffees before returning to the living room. I still had not managed to get Robert to give me the key. I was desperate for relieve but secretly loving the humiliation of having to grovel. I think Robert also loved the power he had over me. When we sat down with the girls we got a surprise. "Since it's getting close to Christmas Margaret and I thought we would take a shopping trip to London," said Jenny. Robert and I exchanged knowing looks. "That sounds nice dear..." I returned. "When are you going?" "Next weekend....We plan to leave early Saturday morning, do some shopping, take a show in Saturday night. We should get back late Sunday....probably on the last train so we can get some last minute shopping in" Said Jenny laying out their plans. "Sounds wonderful," put in Robert. "So you two boys will have to fend for yourself," said Margaret. "Beans on toast then" I joked, Jenny laughed she knew I was a good cook so I would eat well enough. "Same for him," said Margaret pointing at Robert; it would seem his skills were not as good. "Well you two could get together, for meals," said Jenny. "Yes you seem to play well together," added Margaret. I tried not to blush at this comment, and refrained from making eye contact with Robert. So when we left that night I was still in the cock cage. Robert had promised he would let me out next weekend when the girls went away. I thought about what we would do during the week, still being tormented by Roberta and her late night texts. Then on Thursday she sent a rather interesting text it read:. "Davina, why don't we split the weekend up? I will come to your house when the girls have left and be your slave for the whole day. Then on Sunday we switch, you become the slave at my house." I replied saying that would be a wonderful idea. Saturday morning I was nervous and twitchy, both in anticipation of the weekend to come and the fact I had not climaxed for over two weeks! Jenny commented on my nervousness. "Glad to get rid of me," she smiled. "Yes for some peace and quiet," I quipped. As soon Jenny left I waited impatiently by the door. When Robert arrived I directed him upstairs and told him not to take too long dressing. She returned quickly but not quick enough for my liking. The wicked smile on her face told me everything, I was still impatient my cock throbbing painfully in the cock cage. "Kneel!" I demanded. Roberta knelt submissively a look of shock on her face at my harsh demand. "Where is the key?" Roberta pulled out the chain from around her neck and out popped the key to my frustration for the past two weeks. Eagerly I pulled off my clothes and headed for the living room. "Follow me," I demanded over my shoulder. Leaving a wake of clothes I slumped onto the couch, my cock hurting for release. Roberta entered meekly behind me. I pointed between my knees and she knelt. "Unlock me now!" She fumbled with the key and finally unlocked my imprisoned cock, much to my relief. The feeling of it being allowed to get hard for the first time in two weeks was almost as pleasurable as climaxing. After a few seconds of pleasurable relief I looked down at her. Rather lewdly my hot demanding cock throbbed before her upturned face. "Worship my balls, and kiss my cock.....no sucking yet." She obediently complied; I did not want her to suck me knowing full well I would climax within seconds. Although after a couple of minutes of her skilled tongue on my balls and deliciously my puckered hole I wanted.... no NEEDED to climax! "SUCK ME NOW!" I demanded. Again she obediently complied. Four strokes it took before I was filling her mouth with rope after rope of spunk. I bellowed my climax to the ceiling not caring who heard. Roberta managed to take two weeks of spunk without spilling a single drop. As my climax subsided she continued to suck, it was pleasurable but too soon. "Stand up," I ordered. Now that the haze of lust had subsided I had the chance to really inspect her. She had on patent leather 'Mary Jane' shoes. Black sheer stockings that encased her shapely legs to disappear under the many petticoats holding the hem of her black satin maids dress horizontally. The maids dress was a bright pink (so it was new). It was very sissy, with white lace at the cuffs and hem. Lace frills also ran down in lines from high neck to the hem at the front of the uniform. As usual for Roberta it was figure hugging. On her arms were shoulder length white lace gloves. She stood head bowed awaiting my orders. Strangely a shiver of lust ran down my spine at the thought of such control. Another thought came into my head. I pulled on my jeans and retrieved a chair from the kitchen. This I placed in the centre of the living room and sat down. "Over my knee Roberta," I ordered. She looked at me her eyes wide with shock. "Yes I am going to punish you for the torment you put me through over the last two weeks." Roberta meekly did as I ordered and laid herself over my lap. Her uniform skirt fanning out like a peacock's tail. This gave me a chance to see what was under the skirt. She had on a pair of pinks lacy and very sissy panties. Every inch was covered in delicate white lace. After admiring them and wishing they were mine I pulled them down to her knees. "I think you should have one slap for every day that you teased me....fourteen in all....what do you think Roberta?" "Yes....Master," she murmured. "You will also thank me after each stroke and ask for the next." SLAP...... I waited for Roberta to speak but I think she was recovering from the force of the blow. It was extremely hard because I was very cross. Even now I could see my hand print forming. "Do I need to start again?" I threatened. "No....NO...Master.....Thank you.....please may I have another..?" SLAP! "Thank you.....please may I have another..?" SLAP.... I continued until I had given her fourteen strokes, by which time her bum was bright red and she could hardly stay on my lap. She stood up pulling her panties up and I had to laugh as she winced at lightest touch of her panties. "Now where is your key?" I demanded. She handed it over meekly, no doubt wondering when she was ever going to be release. I let a wicked grin grace my lips and watched her squirm. "Okay I have some work to do on the computer. Go upstairs and get the housework done. Dust and hoover the bedrooms, make the beds and clean the bathroom. The stairs and landing should see you through to lunch." "Yes Master." She bobbed a curtsey and headed upstairs. I watched her pink frilly bottom wiggling as she walked away and my now free cock swelled in my jeans. I did have a lot of work to do so I set too, but after an hour or so my mind wandered to the sight of her pink sissy bottom. Under the excuse of going to toilet I went upstairs. She was in the main bedroom and as I looked in she was bending flaunting her sissy bottom in my face, she looked back at me from this position a cheeky grin on her face. "What are you up to?" I asked knowing full well she had heard me coming and was flaunting her bottom for effect. "Dusting Master" she pouted all innocent......still in the same position. I forgot the toilet and moved to fondle her sissy bottom. Her knickers were soft but the hot skin underneath was even softer and warm....was that the spanking. I wondered if she would be open to me fucking her sissy pussy but was not sure how to ask, strangely. She broke my reverie by standing. "Does Master require something?" she asked a wicked grin on her face and her hand traced the bulge in my jeans. "Yes," I gasped and sat on the edge of the bed. Smiling she got to her knees between my legs and began to remove my jeans. The blow job was slow and exquisite and considering I had cum not so long before, when I came it was fantastic. Licking her lips salaciously she helped me back into my jeans. "Will that be all Master....I have work to do," she smirked. "Yes....Yes...carry on," I croaked. She finished the upstairs just before lunch and made me a bacon sandwich. I had her serve me and then stand as I ate. Afterwards I headed to the living room to watch the rugby. Having cleaned the kitchen she presented herself to me. I gave her the list of downstairs chores including the ironing. I watched her simper slightly because I know she likes to watch the rugby. I wondered for a second what this would mean for me tomorrow since I would then be the slave, but tomorrow was another day. Through the afternoon I had her wait on me hand and foot and then just before dinner helped her prep and cook. "You will be joining me for dinner..." I stated and she smiled a blush reddening her cheeks. "Remove the uniform, shoes and gloves. I want you in lingerie only." "Yes Master," she murmured and headed upstairs. When she returned my cock hardened at the sight of her. She looked so demure in her pink satin lingerie. It consisted of pink satin corset that shaped her figure exquisitely. It was covered with tiny pink bows and hearts and was very, very sissy. Her stocking were held up by a pink lacy suspender belt, again covered in frills to match her pink panties. My cock throbbed and she smiled when she saw the reaction she was having. We ate together and I told her about the rugby. After the meal we relaxed in the living room, she knelt by my feet and we watched something and nothing on the TV. My mind was whirling and my cock was throbbing fit to bust. Finally I could take it no more. "Roberta kneel before me," I commanded. She eagerly did as I said eager to please her master of course. This only hardened my cock further; the sense of domination was such a drug. I could well understand why there were lots of dominant people. However I could not help but feel sorry for them, never having experienced the thrill of submission. To me it was the real aphrodisiac, but I had to admit domination was a good second best. "Can I serve you Master," she said breaking my reverie. "Okay, I have a request that you need to answer honestly...", "Yes Master" she answered, but I could see the look of concern on her face. "I would love to take your cherry....fuck your sissy pussy," I gabbled quickly. She did not answer straight away. I could see the look of indecision on her face. I wonder if she was wondering what I was. Does this make me gay? The simple answer was no, I love my wife and love nothing better that to make love to her. I was however curious as to male sex. Since I had now sucked a cock I now wanted the rest, bi curious I think it is. Her answer was not spoken; she stood and took my hand. Together we went upstairs to the spare bedroom, at the door she paused. "Do you have some lubrication?" Leaving her to enter the bedroom I headed for my room to get some KY lubricant. When I returned I had to stop at the bedroom door. She was laid on the bed face down. Her sexy bottom towards the door, she must have heard me gasp because she turned her head and smiled. As I moved to the bed she stood and proceeded to remove my clothes. T-shirt first she licked and nibbled on my sensitive nipples. I groaned in pleasure and my cock throbbed. Smiling a wicked smile she undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her hand snaked into my underpants and I was putty in her hands. Sensing my excitement she gathered the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down falling to her knees as she did. Smiling up at me she planted a kiss on the head of my cock and as she did this painted her lips with my pre-cum. At that moment I wanted to throw her onto the bed and fuck her, again she sensed this. She moved onto the bed before me and with a wiggle of her hips removed panties. Her sissy clit was hard and weeping but it was her pussy I was interested in. Taking the lubricant I smothered my cock and then knelt between her legs. She looked into my eyes as the slick tip of my cock touched her pussy lips. "Take me," she whispered a look of lust in those eyes. Slowly I exerted pressure and the head of my cock popped inside. A look of pain crossed her face and I froze. After a few seconds the smile returned and she nodded. At this I pushed in deeper finally burying my full length inside her. It was the strangest feeling, tight and hot. It was the tightness that really got me, it made me want to fuck with abandon but I knew this was her first time and did not want to hurt her. I pulled slowly out revelling in the grip and hotness. I paused for a few seconds and she mewled her need. She wanted me back inside so I complied. "Yessssssss," she gasped. "It feels so good.....so hot....so hard," she murmured. This spurred me on and I began to slowly fuck her. Looking down I saw her untouched clit throbbing fit the bust in the cock cage. With a wicked smile I reached down and began to stroke it. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped with pleasure/pain. I wanted to increase the tempo and wanted to continue stroking her but realised it was too awkward to do this, so I pulled out. A feeling of dominance ran through me as I commanded. "On your hands and knees......I am going to fuck you like the bitch you are!" Once again her eyes flew open but she did not hesitate to get into position. Slipping my hand between her legs I unlocked her imprisoned clit and watched as it sprang to life. I heard her sigh with pleasure and knew exactly how she felt. This time my cock entered her pussy with ease and I buried myself to the balls revelling in the feeling. I started to fuck her a little harder and she yelped in pain...pleasure? However in this position I could easily reach round and stroke her dripping clit which I did. Her yelp this time was one of pleasure. So I fucked my first sissy pussy, bring her along at the same time. "Master....please......I.....mmmmmmm...cummming," she squealed. I was almost there as well, so as I felt her hot juices splash across my fingers I filled her sissy pussy with my hot spunk! We both collapsed in a heap on the bed and dozed for a while. Roberta was the first to recover and without asking she cleaned my sex covered cock, bringing me to hardness. A wicked grin lit her lips. "It's late and I have to go......I will leave you with that hard cock to remember me." With an impish grin she left and I heard her moving around, getting changed no doubt then the front door. As I slipped into bed exhausted a text arrived. "I expect breakfast in bed tomorrow at eight. Slave." My mind was a whirl at what I had seen and done during the day, and I had to pleasure myself once more before I fell asleep. I slept better than expected but was up at five packing and getting everything ready for my day of slavery. My cock throbbed in anticipation and I contemplated pleasuring myself especially as I knew Master Robert would be locking me up. I squirmed at the thought of having a master but it did not cool my ardour. At six I let myself in to Master Roberts's house and headed to the kitchen, there was a note for me on the kitchen table. "Davina, you can change in the spare bedroom. Make sure your uniform and makeup are perfect I will be inspecting you. Also I want you in your cock cage; you can give me the key when you serve breakfast. Master Robert." Again I shivered in anticipation, my cock throbbed at the prospect of the day so to avoid temptation the first thing I did was fit the cock cage. After this I tiptoed upstairs so as to not waken Master Robert. In the spare bedroom I got into my maid uniform. Pink corset to which I attached pink shear stockings. I wore my favourite pink PVC maid's uniform with lace gloves. On my feet my pink patent high heels. Carefully I applied my makeup trying to emulate how Roberta had shown me but it was not as perfect as I would have liked. Once dressed I carefully walked across the landing so as not to wake Master Robert, however he must have heard me. "Davina, come in here!" he ordered. "Morning master Robert.....did I wake you?" I asked meekly. "Yes....you sounded like a heard of elephants!," he admonished. I knew this was a lie but was not about to contradict him. "Yes Master.....Sorry Master." "Have you started breakfast yet?" he enquired. "No Master." "Then see to this first," he smirked throwing back the quilt. He was naked and sporting a morning erection. I knew exactly what he wanted so I mounted the bed and crawled between his legs. He parted them to allow greater access. I began by inhaling the musky scent of his balls before snaking out my tongue and licking them, he groaned with pleasure and his head fell back onto the pillow. His balls were hot and slightly salty from a night's sleep and I relished the humiliation of having to clean them with my tongue. My cock throbbed painfully in its prison and I wandered if it would be released today. Why worship progressed to kissing up his hard cock and then sucking the whole length into my eager mouth. Again he gasped with pleasure; I looked up meeting his lust filled gaze. I knew it would not take long, had he been dreaming of what he was going to do to me today. I remembered what I had done to him the day before and shivered.... anticipation or fear I was not sure which. As I suspected it did not take long to bring him to climax and I greedily sucked all he spurted. Satisfied he collapse back into his pillow. "Full breakfast Davina, I seem to have worked up an appetite," he smirked. I made a quick detour back to the spare bedroom to fix my dress and makeup then I headed to the kitchen. A while later I served Master Robert breakfast in bed. "The Sunday paper is due, go and accept it personally from the paperboy," he instructed. He then burst into gales of laughter, seeing the look of shock and then horror on my face. "Only kidding, you can collect it when he puts it through the letterbox." Obediently I scurried downstairs to wait for the paper glad that I did not have to do so personally dressed as I was. When the paper arrived I delivered it to Master Robert. "Start the cleaning downstairs. The hoover and cleaning equipment are in the kitchen cupboard.....I will be down to inspect when I am ready," he ordered. "Yes Master," I did a low curtsey and left. I was mid-way through my chores when Master Robert appeared; he surprised me by sneaking up on me and feeling my bum. As his obedient sissy maid I paused in my duties and allowed him to fondle me. It was torture in the fact that it had my cock throbbing. Sensing my torture his questing fingers found my imprisoned cock. "Good girl." I blushed at the thought of being his "gurl." "When you're finished downstairs do the upstairs....I am going to the greenhouse to do some planting," He turned and left leaving me panting. I completed downstairs and headed upstairs. Just before midday I heard a strange buzzing sound coming from downstairs. Following the sound I entered the kitchen and located what looked like an intercom box on the wall. Hesitantly I pressed the "Speak," button. "Hello," I said hesitantly. "What took you so long bitch.....," came Master Roberts's voice. "Were you upstairs playing with yourself?." I bit my tongue because he knew there was no chance of me doing so. "No Master....I...." "Never mind, make me a sandwich and drink for lunch and serve it to me here in the greenhouse," he interrupted. The green house! as in outside and at the bottom of the very long garden. My pause due to the shock was too long. "Did you understand or are your turning into some dizzy bimbo," I could hear the smile in his voice he knew exactly what I was thinking. "No Master I understand.......but...." "So you will disobey my order," he threatened. "No Master I will be there shortly," I answered meekly. I made Master a Ham salad sandwich with snacks and poured him a beer. I set the whole thing on a tray and then went out onto the patio. The click of my heels sounded like gun shots and I looked around nervously. Master Roberts's house only had neighbours on one side and the garden has surrounded by high fences but still it felt like I would be discovered at any minute. Certainly anyone looking down from next doors bedroom would spot me. Quickly I minced down the path to the greenhouse, because my hands were holding the tray I had to wait while Master first noticed me and then deigned to open the door. Relieved I almost jumped inside. "Put down the tray and come here," he ordered. I looked across to see him sitting on a stool patting his lap. I knew exactly what was coming and my cock throbbed painfully. Carefully I draped myself over his knee. He then lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. "Now let me see, shall we tally up your crimes to ascertain your punishment," he asked. "Yes Master," I murmured meekly. "One....Taking too long to answer the phone...." "Two.... playing with yourself....." "Master I was not p......" I contested. "Three.... contradicting your Master...." "Four.....You did not call me Master when you answered the phone...." "Five....Not listening to orders....." "And Six....not following orders....." I breathed a sigh at the small number of strokes but was soon to find out there was a reason for this. "Since there are only a few strokes I have decided to use something special. Do you know what these are?" he asked waving a bunch of leafy plants under my nose. My heart skipped a beat because I knew exactly what they were nettles, a very painful stinging plant! He allowed the knowledge to sink in before he raised them and brought them down on my exposed bottom. The stroke itself was not that painful, but the after effect! I immediately felt the stinging itch of their leafy touch. By the time he had finished there were tears in my eyes and my whole bottom was on fire. Worse still was the knowledge that if I succumbed to the terrible itching sting I would only make matters worse. Master stood me up and then pulled up my panties finally patting my bottom. I winced and wiggled at the touch and the burning itch increased eliciting a chuckle from him. "Now go and finish your chores and prepare dinner," he ordered. I hurried back to the house not caring if anyone saw me, my thoughts were on my throbbing, itching bottom. My cock just to add insult to injury was throbbing painfully in its prison. Now, I have been nettled lots of times and find the best cure is not to scratch. It took all my willpower not to do so with my bottom so badly stung. To take my mind off my bum I prepared dinner and finished off the rest of the chores. Again just before dinner the buzzer sounded, this time however I hurried to answer. "Yes Master," I answered dutifully. "Davina, bring me another beer, however I want you to take off your uniform and serve me in lingerie only." The line went dead brooking no refusal. So if it was not bad enough being seen in my maids dress now I had the chance of being discovered almost naked. My cock throbbed at how ingenious Master Robert had been. I collected another beer, shuck off my uniform and tottered down to the greenhouse. When I arrived Master Robert had a grin from ear to ear, he was also lounging on a padded bench reading a magazine....and last but not least he was naked. "I have decided to return the compliment..." he said putting down the magazine. "Climb on," he smiled lewdly pointing at his rock hard cock. I set down the beer and after removing my panties moved to the bench. He handed me a tube of lubricant and I liberally coated his cock eliciting a sigh from him. Then with a little trepidation I got on the bench. What was this going to feel like was this going to change me, turn me into a faggot. But still my cock throbbed at what I was about to do. I straddled his groin and taking hold of his cock positioned it at the entrance of my sissy pussy. All I had to do now was lower my weight. I looked into his eyes, he smiled and winked. I lowered feeling the slight pressure and pain, then the head popped inside and I lowered myself completely. There was a tingle as the nettle stings were renewed at the contact however this sensation was lost. I paused there revelling and marvelling at the feeling. His cock felt hot, I could feel the veins running along its length, and I could feel the pulse of blood in his engorged member. It was strange and not unpleasant. Slowly I lifted up eliciting a sigh from both of us, and then lowered again. I began to increase the tempo when Master spoke. "That's it my bitch get yourself off on my cock...." he growled. "Do you want me to fill you with spunk....Do you want me to make you my bitch?" "Yes Master," I gasped his dirty words stirring my ardour. "You see, that's what the alpha male does....." I looked at him quizzically still humping...and then I understood. "Yes that's right bitch, he marks what is his, sprays it to tell others....." "Yes Master mark your bitch," I gasped. This was the spur to bring him to climax and he shot his spunk deep into my sissy pussy. As his climax subsided I slowed enjoying the fact I had made him cum. I made to dismount but he stopped me. "Wait," he ordered. He produced the key to my cock cage and unlocked me. "Play with yourself," he commanded. I needed no further bidding, so with his cock still hard in my sissy pussy, his spunk beginning to ooze out I stroked my released cock. "Cum for me bitch, as my spunk marks you as owned," he coaxed. His dirty words and the dirty feeling I had about myself soon had me shooting my sissy juice onto his belly. We exchanged a look of post climax guilt, but ever the master he did not let it linger. "Clean me bitch!" he commanded. I got off his cock which was still semi hard and began to dutifully clean it of his and my sex juices. I finally salaciously licked up his belly licking up my own spilt sissy juice. "Go and prepare dinner....I'm famished," he ordered. I quickly put on the panties which were quickly soaked by our sex juices and then skipped back up the garden to the kitchen. I felt strangely happy, now I had tried both male and female sex and realised I loved both! Before I was allowed to serve Master dinner he insisted that I re-fit the cock cage. I wanted to say no, knowing that it would mean that I would still have it on when I left. That I would be at his mercy until he released me again. However I had come to enjoy the fact I had a key holder controlling my pleasure! I served Master his dinner and then afterwards tidied the kitchen realising that I would have to leave soon or otherwise risk getting caught by our wives. I left Master with a beer and returned home. *********************************************************************** I would like to thank everyone for reading and commenting on my writing. I know there are a few of you who want to see them get caught. Well that was supposed to happen in this chapter but I got carried away. Do not fear the final chapter will see this happen, in fact they have already been caught, they just don't know it yet! Also if you like my work you will love Throne's work another great writer on this sight, I suggest you check him out.