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THE MAID EXPERIMENT Roger and Lynn Castle had a problem. They had been married only four years but they both felt their marriage was becoming stale. "We're only twenty five years old," Lynn said one day, "and already I feel that we are getting old. We need something to kick start us back into excitement." "I agree, I love you very much but we are falling into a routine of coming home from work, eating, drinking and at our age we should want sex more than four times a week." Roger smiled at the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "I never refuse you sex." Claimed his visibly upset wife. "I'm certainly not saying you do," he wrapped his arms round her, "but I don't refuse you sex either. It's just that we are getting into a rut." "Perhaps we should try to spice things up a bit," she suggested hopefully. "I'm game, have you got any ideas? We did try that bit of bondage a while back, but it didn't seem to suit either of us." Roger thought back to their bedroom games when he tied her to their bed, but she wasn't keen. "You know you like it when I wear stockings instead of pantyhose?" He agreed that sexy female clothing did turn him on. "What about you wearing it for a change?" "I don't know, it's not exactly very much how a husband should act." "I tell you what," she told him, "this is a bank holiday weekend coming up so we have three days off, why don't we try it?" Roger wasn't at all sure, but eventually he agreed, even when she said that she would ask their mutual friend Jody, a beautician, to come to the house on Saturday early to make him over. At least he knew Jody, she'd been to university with Lynn and was nice to him and he liked her so he believed that their secret would be safe with her. "OK," he conceded, "but the moment someone laughs at me we stop, agreed?" She agreed, not admitting that she would brief Jody to not dare to giggle once. They discussed their enigmatic friend for a time, as they often had in the past. She seemingly only worked rarely but was undoubtedly very wealthy. Lynn put it down to probably having inherited money but she had never told either of them about her personal life. It turned out that Jody had surprisingly already done a make over for several men and was well versed in what was required. She was even able to give Lynn a shopping list and where to buy the specialist items in advance of her arrival. She also gave her a list of websites that she might find useful to give her ideas. Lynn could hardly wait for the weekend, the idea of Roger in dresses was interesting, but what was really getting her excited was the thought of taking control of his life. They both worked for her Aunt Sophie, Lynn since even before she had left school and sometimes when she was home from university, Roger since last year. In theory Lynn was one of Roger's bosses but in practice they worked together on things. They had no mortgage since they had moved into Lynn's large family home when her parent's were killed in a car crash, coincidentally as Roger had joined the family business. Her father's fifty percent share in the company was split between her and her older sister Lacy who also worked there. The company imported and then wholesaled women's fashions and had a sales force of six women reps. who either sold by telephone or by visiting their customers. Roger was the only man working there and he did the accounts but being a small workforce sometimes found himself packing and dispatching and even dealing with some customer problems over the phone. The women often pulled his leg as he had quite a high pitched voice for a man, not something anyone thought of at a face to face meeting, it wasn't that effeminate, but was a little ambiguous on the phone. Initially Lynn had thought that she had access to sufficient items of clothing for Roger through their business, but Jody had suggested that fetish clothing would be more suitable and fun. To this end she had measured her husband then taken some time out to shop with her friend, to get what they thought was more appropriate as well as one or two specialist items. Friday evening he was started down the road to femininity. Lynn had him strip and depilate his body with a foul smelling lotion which, when it was eventually washed off left him hairless from the neck down. She gave him a sweet little pink baby doll pyjama set to sit in, watching a CD she had bought for a would be woman, giving hints on how to act in a lady-like manner. She had him practicing walking up and down in a pair of her four inch heels, sitting, curtseying and even speaking like a woman. Saying things like; 'what do you think? Oh darling! What a pretty dress, I love your shoes where did you get them?' All the while moving his hands with more wrist movement and speaking breathlessly and in as high a register as he could manage. By the end of the evening he was becoming adept at it all. Once in bed Lynn took off his panties and climbed on top of him. They had rarely used anything other than the missionary position, but with Lynn in charge of the movements and his newly submissive pose, they both found the sex a novel improvement. "You enjoyed that as much as me, didn't you?" she asked him. "It was special, more than special it was great," he replied. "You're going to have to trust me for the next few days Roxanne." "Who's Roxanne?" he asked. "Why you are of course Roxanne, I can hardly call my French maid Roger, can I?" "Whoa! Hang on a minute, who said anything about a French maid?" "I did Roxanne. I've been reading up on the subject of petticoating men and in order for you to get into a feminine frame of mind you have to become more passive and the best way to learn that is to go further for a while and be submissive. That way once you are in normal women's clothes you will be used to thinking like one. I told you that you'll have to trust me. "Of course you'll have to act like a maid all the time, serving my meals and not eating until I've finished, speaking when spoken to and so on, you get the idea?" Reluctantly he agreed that he would go along with what she wanted for the weekend, hoping that it was all going to work out as well as their first intimate session and that nothing would go wrong. Although he had told the old joke about his job to people, you know the one: 'I work in women's clothes', it had never occurred to him to try anything on. On the other hand, he found the nightwear he wore had certainly made him feel sexy. Saturday morning they got up early, breakfasted and then Lynn took him up to their top floor to one of the bedrooms that were designed originally for the household staff. This floor was above the main bedrooms and consisted three bedrooms, a communal day room and a bathroom and toilet. "While you are in French maid mode, this will be your bedroom Roxanne." He pulled a face. "Don't take on that attitude my girl, you have to learn your place before you can rejoin society." She had a wide smile on her face as she spoke which he found infectious. "Yes Mistress." He smiled back and curtseyed. At nine o'clock prompt, with Roger still in his baby doll, Jody arrived with two large cases. She told him that it was really nice of him to do this for Lynn. She had him sit on a low stool in the 'maid's' bathroom while she worked on his longish hair, massaging in a strong smelling liquid which she then covered with a plastic hat. While the first liquid did its job, she started to work on his nails, gluing on false ones more suited to a fetish movie, at least an inch longer than his natural ones. She painted them and his toenails a bright red, putting three coats on each and finishing them with two coats of a clear varnish. With his hair now declared ready for the next stage, she rinsed it out, the put it in curlers on which she drizzled another chemical and covered it with a drier hood. With that working she plucked his eyebrows severely then started sponging several coats of foundation on his face, followed by a blush on his cheeks. All the while she was chatting to him, mainly about current trends in fashion, covering the subjects of clothes, hair and make up. He took the opportunity to try to find out what she did. "Is this something you do every day Jody?" he asked. "Sometimes," she replied, but in spite of trying, she gave out nothing else. "I'm using a make up that you won't need to duplicate, I can come back and redo it as soon as it needs it," she mentioned to him. He was grateful that he wouldn't need to do it himself without realising the significance of what she was saying. She glued luxurious eyelashes to both his top and bottom eyelids and blended his natural ones in with a dark mauve mascara then painted his eyelids with graduated shades of mauve eye shadow. She highlighted what was left of his eyebrows with a similar very fine line that she used on his eyelids, then pierced his ears in three places, putting a diamant stud in the top, a small hoop in the middle and a larger hoop in the bottom hole. She removed the rollers, brushed his hair out, then finished him with a luscious lipstick in the same red as his nails, this she again brushed on in several coats. She took him into his bedroom designate and declared him ready to be dressed. "We'll get you ready and surprise Lynn, shall we?" she asked and he readily agreed, even though he hadn't seen himself as she had covered the mirrors. Roxanne stood Jody in his new bedroom where, to his surprise she seemed to know exactly where everything she wanted was. The first thing was to find a pair of silicon breast forms in a draw and she glued them to his chest remarking that 'D' cups seemed to be just right for him. She then, much to his embarrassment, placed a cold flannel over his penis until it had shrunk sufficiently to fit a chastity device over it and locked it round his balls. She just about covered this with a bright red g-string. Another drawer held corsets in a variety of colours, she selected a white one, wrapped it round his body and did up the front busk fastening. It came high enough to support the breasts forms and low enough to give him a flat stomach as well as a narrowed waist. He was just thinking that it was quite comfortable to wear when she started to tighten the laces at the back. "Are you sure it's supposed to be this tight?" he urgently asked her. "I haven't tightened it properly yet Roxanne," she replied with a laugh. He thought she was about to break his ribs when she finally told him it would do for the time being and tied it off. Because of the lack of flexibility of the unyielding garment she had to help him on with his black seemed stockings, attaching them to the corset's suspenders, and then held the dress while he stepped into it and zipped it up the back. She finished off the uniform with a rather impractical but very decorative frilly apron with a heart shaped pocket and a little cap, if it could be called such, a circle of white lace pinned to his head with black ribbons trailing down his back. A pair of black patent open toed shoes with five inch heels were placed on his feet and the ankle strap locked in place. Even before he looked at himself in the mirror he was aware of the obscene nature of the uniform. The top was so low and the corset so tight that it made the little excess fat he had on his chest look like quite significant breasts trying to jump out of the top, and the skirt that was so short that it would barely have concealed his panties if it hung straight down, which it didn't. Sewn into it were bulky crinolines that held the skirt out horizontally, the froth of white lace and net would have blended with his panties, except everything under the skirt was white other than his bright red g- string which showed when he moved. Still unaware of his overall appearance Jody led him downstairs, surprised at how well he was handling the heels, until in the kitchen she told him to pour two coffees and serve them in the sitting room where she joined Lynn, who was still reading more femdom stories while waiting for them. He made his entrance and curtseyed. Lynn looked at him baffled, not immediately recognising him. Then she shrieked. "Roger! I mean Roxanne, is it really you? You look spectacular." "Yes Mistress, it's me." He gave another curtsey and placed their coffees in front of them. "He hasn't seen himself yet Lynn," Jody told her, resulting in his wife getting up and steering him to the full length mirror in their downstairs cloakroom. "Oh my God!" He repeated the same words three times, not able to think of anything else to say. He took in for the first time his bleached blond curly hair highly contrasting with the red slash of his lips, down to his long shapely legs with apparent invitations for sex everywhere. He actually started to turn himself on, only being brought back to reality by the pain caused by the chastity device. "I think you'd better go and thank Miss Jody for making you look so beautiful, don't you?" Lynn suggested. "Thank you so much for all your work, Miss Jody," he said with another curtsey. "I love what you have done." "Now go and get us some lunch Roxanne, we'll have it in the dining room," Lynn ordered. "Yes, Mistress," he acknowledged, curtseyed and went to get on with his maid's duties. While Roger had never been the forceful type of person, he thought it natural that he should share the household chores with his wife and let her lead when it came to things to do with their lives together, he was more so now. He noticed that he had automatically allowed this to happen without any real protest and couldn't find a way to start complaining now. Apart from cooking, which he didn't find at all like work, he wasn't keen on taking on all the rest of the things that had to be done in the home like cleaning and laundry, but now they all fell on him. 'Oh well' he thought to himself, 'it's only for three days' but couldn't help wondering if that was really going to be true. The only good sign was that as he was in chastity Lynn would also miss their love making, so it wouldn't be very long before she got randy enough to let him out. Back in the living room Jody was giving Lynn a blow by blow account of what she had done to him. "He didn't bat an eyelid when I told him that he wouldn't have to do his make up, I don't think he realises that it's like a semi- permanent dye. It will still look perfect in a month although it will need touching up soon after that. How long are you going to keep him in skirts?" "I don't know yet, but I'm finding it an incredible turn on." When she heard this Jody, like Roxanne, wondered how her friend was going to get satisfaction with his bits locked away. She remarked on it. "He's got a wonderful tongue!" Lynn exclaimed and they both collapsed in a fit of the giggles. "It's not a bad trade off; him being locked up, against his magic tongue and me being waited on all the time." Lynn was suddenly struck with a thought. "It just occurred to me, your birthday bash on Wednesday, you're having friends round for a little celebration. How would you like your house cleaned and a waitress to serve your guests?" "That would be wonderful Lynn, do you think he'll do it?" "You've already told me that you've done his makeover at cost, it'll be his way of paying for your expertise. There's no problem with time off from work, I've not told him yet but I've booked him a week off this week and arranged to get a temp in." They ate a nice light lunch, served by an attentive maid who they otherwise ignored while they carried on talking about friends Roxanne didn't know. "Do you remember Jason Franks?" Jody asked. "I'll say, all the girls had a crush on him at some stage, me included. At one time I couldn't keep my hands off of him." Lynn replied laughing. "Well he's qualified as a lawyer and moved to work for that big local firm, I can't remember their name, so I've invited him on Wednesday. I understand that he's still as good looking as we remember." After they had eaten Roxanne was asked to join them in the sitting room as soon as he'd cleared away. He assumed that he would be sitting and socialising with them but instead he was kept standing for several minutes until Lynn was ready to speak to him. His feet were killing him. "Roxanne, as you probably appreciate, Jody has spent a lot of time on her day off getting you ready for your job this weekend. I want you to agree to a small way to pay her back. As you know, it's her birthday on Wednesday and I would like you to offer to go over to her place in the morning and give it a clean and make some canap?s for the evening. Perhaps you could also give her a hand in the evening so she can socialise with her friends." Not only was all this not a question, Roxanne was left in no doubt what his answer should be to please Lynn. "That wouldn't be a problem, except I'm afraid I have to work." Roxanne was confident that answering that way would make him appear sympathetic but at the same time avoid the horror of going somewhere dressed like a woman. "Don't worry about that Roxanne, I'll square that," his wife assured him, then before he had a chance to say anything else: "Good, that's settled, I'll drop him over at nine on Wednesday morning. It looks as if your three days as a maid have just been extended to five Roxanne, now back to the kitchen, I'm sure you have lots to do." Roxanne was shocked that Lynn would put him in a position where he might meet people he knew while dressed in the travesty of a uniform, he realised that he had to speak to her about it as soon as they were on their own. In the meantime he started to do the preparation for their evening meal all the time wishing that he could take his heels off. Jody left in the late afternoon and although Lynn suggested that she stayed for dinner, she said that she had another appointment so it was just the two of them for the evening meal. Roxanne decided that the best thing was to discuss his problem over the meal, so he let her know when it was ready and by the time she was seated he brought the plates in. "What are you doing Roxanne?" she asked him. "I'm about to eat my meal," he answered in all innocence. "I'm afraid that maids don't eat at the same table as their mistresses Roxanne, you must return the other plate to the kitchen, clear the extra place setting and stand near me so that you can attend to anything I may want." "But..." he started to say. "No buts Roxanne, for the next five days you are my maid. Just think how fantastic sex will be when you're finally back to your old self." He did as he was told but when he saw that she had finished eating, he decided that he couldn't delay any longer. Deciding that it was better to enter the spirit of the game, he asked permission to speak. "Not at the moment Roxanne, pour me a brandy and bring it to me in the library, then I may listen to what you have to say." By the time he got to the library with her brandy on a small tray, she was engaged in something she was looking at on the internet. He didn't like what he could make out of it. It was something to do with female domination. "You may speak, Roxanne," she absentmindedly told him while she was engrossed in reading an article or story, he couldn't see which. "Please er... Mistress. When you suggested this game you didn't say anything about going out dressed like this or meeting other people. Suppose someone we know is there, I'll be so embarrassed, they'll never let me forget it." Try as he might, he couldn't stop his request sounding whining. "Roxanne, at the moment your own mother wouldn't recognise you and by the time we have practiced thoroughly over the next few days your act will be perfect. For that reason though, I will treat you exactly the way a real maid would be treated so that we are both perfect in our acting. Don't tell me that there isn't something about this that turns you on like crazy, I know it does me." "Well I..." He wasn't allowed to raise any other objection as she interrupted him. "Don't forget that I love you and always want to be with you. Now remember, you are my maid, nothing else for the next five days. I bet you're already randy as hell, imagine what it's going to be like by Thursday. Now enough of that, get me another drink girl and stop your complaining." He went off to refill her glass, not looking forward to his meal that was reheating in the oven. At ten thirty he was again called in to her. "It's time for me to go to bed Roxanne, go to my bedroom, turn my bed down then wait to help me undress." The very thought of his wife getting undressed was enough to give him a pain in his penis as it tried and failed to get hard. She came out of the en-suite with a big smile on her face. She undid her skirt, let it drop and stepped out of it. "Hang that up Roxanne," she told him, then asked him to undo her blouse. By the time he took it off her arms his hands were shaking which only got worse as he slid her pantyhose and panties down her legs so that she could also step out of them. Slowly he removed her bra which joined the other things in the laundry basket and he tried not to look at her as he dropped her nightdress over her head. It was unfortunate for him that it did little to hide her voluptuous body. "I need you Roxanne." She spoke to him huskily and barely above a whisper. He assumed that she was going to release his chastity cage. "Between my legs girl." She could hardly stop herself from laughing at the disappointment on his face as she guided his head down to her thighs. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs to accommodate his access, appreciating the skill he used and that she had boasted to Jody about. She decided, after the third time she climaxed, that she had if anything, understated the achievements he could accomplish for her pleasure. After allowing herself one more peak, she pulled his head up. "That was satisfactory Roxanne, you may go to bed now. I'll expect breakfast here at eight thirty tomorrow." "Excuse me Mistress." He looked pleadingly at her. "What?" "I need to remove my shoes and corset, Mistress." "No you don't, it will save you time in the morning to leave them on." He walked up to his room dejectedly, both uncomfortable and frustrated in the extreme. He slept badly and by six the next morning he was up and drinking coffee in the kitchen. He had examined the various clothes in the closet in the 'Maid's Room'. It helped him, not at all, to see that there were five different uniforms hanging there, ranging in colours, two black and one each pink, mauve and green, including the one he wore the previous day. All the colours had accessories, shoes (none less than five inch heels), corsets, stockings, etc., to match, so it looked as if Lynn had planned all along for it to last longer than three days. The only consolation was that the heels were bothering him less this morning, walking was not so bad and he had forgotten about the corset up to that point. Promptly at eight thirty he served Lynn her breakfast in bed. "Oh thank you darling.. I mean Roxanne, I could get used to this." He was tempted to tell her not to, but decided that she was trying hard to keep up with the game so felt obliged to do the same. "I am here to serve Mistress." He curtseyed. "Stay here while I eat, then you can help me dress." He wasn't looking forward to that, then she made things worse. "I tell you what, rather than waste time just standing there, slip under the bedclothes and start off my day really well while I eat." He couldn't believe it, while she had her breakfast he was again between her legs, working away with his tongue and fingers giving her orgasm after orgasm. All the while his balls were giving him agonies, wanting to be unloaded of their cargo of microscopic wrigglies. He started to wonder at the term 'blue balls', it in no way described the body wracking ache he was suffering. After she had finished her meal he helped her dress in the clothes she had selected for the day. "You'd better get on with preparing Sunday lunch Roxanne. Oh, and prepare an extra place, I have a guest for lunch today." He was just on the point of breaking when she whispered in his ear. "I love you Roger." "I beg your pardon Mistress?" He wasn't sure he had heard. "I didn't say anything Roxanne, get on with your duties." Of course he knew what she had said and it changed his attitude in an instant. He returned to the kitchen with a spring in his step and a song in his heart. This was just all a game that his beloved wife was enjoying, as that was the case he would put up with whatever he had to, to make her happy. He cooked a traditional Sunday roast of beef, carrots, onions, parsnip, beans, potatoes and Yorkshire puddings with a rich gravy made from the stock.. He made a starter of smoked salmon pat( with a side salad and a treacle tart with custard and ice cream for desert. At noon on the dot the front bell rang and he was sent, very much against his will, to answer it. There on the threshold was his wife's Aunt Sophie and he curtseyed to her without thinking. "Come in Sophie," he told her. He heard his wife shout from the sitting room. "That's Ms Moore to you Roxanne." "Please come in Ms Moore." He hastily repeated the invitation. "My Mistress is in the sitting room and is expecting you." He showed Sophie through to her niece whereupon Lynn ordered drinks for them both. He poured Gin and tonics, with ice and lemon, and served them on a tray, curtseying when entering the room and afterwards when leaving. He could just make out Lynn explaining to her aunt the circumstances leading up to her husband's transformation, but had to get back to the kitchen to arrange the final preparations before he heard the details. Once they had finished their aperitifs, with the nuts and olives he had left on the coffee table, he showed them through to the dining room and served their meal. It past off without incident, Sophie complimenting Lynn on the meal and the service although not mentioning it to him. As he was the one totally responsible, he was more than a bit miffed. Then Sophie dropped a bombshell. "Roxanne, I hear you have to help at a birthday celebration on Wednesday. Please take the whole week off, then you can continue your good deeds for a couple of days longer. I can see that you enjoy it, so accept it as my 'thank you' for a lovely meal and service." Before he could explain that it was all only a game designed only to last for one long weekend, Lynn spoke on his behalf. "Why thank you Auntie, Roxanne is really grateful for your generosity." She looked at him and he could tell from her expression that she was daring him to contradict her. "Yes, thank you Ms Moore," he could only reply without enthusiasm. "Actually Roxanne, there is a little thing you could do for me." He looked at her in horror. "Next Saturday evening I am entertaining some very important people who are thinking of using our outlet for a selection of exclusive designer clothes. Would you be a dear and help me provide them with a dinner they will remember? It's so important to us all that it goes well." What could he say? If he had been strong willed he would have said 'No No No', but he wasn't, so all he could say was that under the circumstances he would. Then came the second bombshell. "Just one small thing," added Sophie, "I can't help noticing a little problem between your legs. I'm sure that it is to save you from embarrassment, but I have a friend who can deal with that much more convincingly. I'm sure you would prefer not to be embarrassed?" As she asked it as a question that could have only one answer, he agreed the only way he could. She didn't elucidate as to exactly what she had in mind but did assure him that it would be nothing permanent. Aunt Sophie stayed the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, only leaving after her and her niece had indulged in a light supper. Lynn's preparations for bed were a repeat of the previous night. He went to bed with exactly the same frustration, only perhaps more intense and that was repeated the following morning when he served breakfast with the same 'extras' as the morning before. "I'm lunching with Jody today Roxanne. If you want to join us I will loan you some of my clothes to save you going out in one of your uniforms," Lynn offered. He declined as politely as possible, telling her that he would prefer not to be seen out in public. She handed him a key which she told him would open his various shoes but she warned him that he should never walk unshod of his pretty heels in the house. "Well, in view of the fact that you seem to have solicited two outside jobs as a maid, I suppose you ought to have today off. I don't want to be accused of over working you," she told him. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or annoyed. He certainly hadn't wanted to be lumbered with being a maid in two other households, on the other hand he didn't want to join Lynn and their friend for lunch, dressed as he was. Somehow he had to get across to his wife that he was no longer enjoying this game, if he ever had. While Lynn was out all day, Roxanne spent the time doing housework and cooking a few things to freeze for later use. At least that part of being a housewife he liked. The trouble was that when Lynn finally returned home at eight o'clock that evening she was too far the worse for wear with alcohol for him to have a sensible conversation. It didn't preclude him fulfilling his sexual bedtime duty for her, much to his disgust and she ordered breakfast at seven forty five. It was a work day. At least the next morning she took the time to allow him to shower by removing his corset, but after he was dried off she refitted it, this time fastening it tighter than ever, although she tied a bow so that he could now manage it himself. Later she phoned him from her office. "Roxanne, prepare dinner for two extra guests tonight, seven o'clock for seven thirty." No 'please' or 'thank you', no 'how are you?' He decided that somehow he had to call a halt to this. He stuck to the timetable that he had worked out for the meal even though there was no sign of Lynn coming home. Eventually, at a little before seven thirty, and a good hour and a half later than she had ever been, his wife arrived with the two guests for the meal. She explained, although a little tipsy, that they had stopped for a drink on the way home and now they would all like gin and tonics before they ate. He wasn't introduced to the men he was serving and by and large they talked as though he wasn't there. The only indication that the guests were aware of his presence was the disturbing sensation of hands on his legs or buttocks whenever he went near either of them. He was only too pleased when their taxis called from outside the house to take one back to his hotel and the other home locally. He again couldn't talk sensibly to his wife as this time she had so much to drink all he could do was get her undressed and into bed. The next morning, as he delivered her breakfast he realised that she was badly hung-over and in a foul mood. All the discussion he had with her was her reminding him that a car would pick him up at nine and he should pack his pink uniform and accessories to change into for the evening at Jody's. He noticed that instead of pink panties it was just another red g-string that went with it. The house he was delivered to wasn't as large as theirs but it wasn't small, five bedrooms and three reception rooms, two of which were interconnected with a folding door to open it out into one vary large party room. Although he had known Jody for years, she was a very private person and it was the first time he had actually gone to her home. He spent a couple of hours on just a final titivation, the house was already very tidy, then some time was allocated for cooking and preparing various canap?s and petit fours for the guests. Jody had taken the day off work and organised his tasks. Once all was ready she took him upstairs to change and redid his hair and make up at the same time as her own to ensure they both looked immaculate. He already had the keys to his black shoes but the relief of taking them off was short lived. His pink shoes had heels six inches high and these again were locked on his feet, having the key was academic for him, there was nothing else for him to wear. If he hadn't got accustomed to five inch heels for so long he wouldn't have been able to even stand in them. Jody also seemed stronger than Lynn when it came to tightening his corset. Then he noticed a small hook of metal with a wooden handle that she explained was for pulling corset laces really hard and that it was essential as his pink uniform was narrower in the waist than the black. Once more he could hardly breathe and this new uniform was so short that his buttocks were uncovered. That apart, he decided that between his shoes and corset the Spanish Inquisition would have had ideal torture devices, but when he jokingly mentioned this he was told that it was his choice to do this and to make the best of it and smile all evening to make her guests feel welcome in her home.. From the time of the arrival of the first guest, Roxanne had a smile on his face that never left, every time he was pinched or fondled he maintained that smile. It was most difficult in front of his wife when she arrived and further tried when he realised that both his wife's aunt, sister and brother-in-law were there as well. As everyone drank more, so the lewd suggestions increased and he started to feel sick that he had to continue smiling and laughing at the comments and groping that became ever more blatant. One time he got his wife almost on her own. "Please, please rescue me Mistress," he begged, but she just brushed off his words, laughing as if they were a joke and carried on talking to the man she was standing with. If he didn't have so much more to worry about he might have been a little jealous of the attention she was paying to him. It was only a matter of time before one of the male guests pushed his hand under his g-string and discovered his chastity cage. "Upstairs to the back bedroom now, or I'll announce this to everyone," he muttered. Roxanne had no choice but to follow. Once there the man closed the door behind them, turned and slapped Roxanne across the face so hard that he lost his footing on his stupid heels and landed hard on the floor. The man took his trousers off and laid down on the bed. "Let's see how good a girl you are," he remarked. "I want to see your lipstick round the base of my prick and quickly." Roxanne hesitated. "If you don't move I'll take you back downstairs with no dress on and show everyone that you're really a faggot." The faux maid didn't know what would be worse and for a moment thought that being 'outed' might be the less awful scenario, but then remembered Jody's order and he really didn't want to raise her anger as well as presumably also Lynn's. He slowly slid the man's underpants down and watched terrified as his little man sprung to attention. All he could do was to make as much contact with his hand as the man would allow and hope that the oral he knew he had to give, wouldn't last long. The problem was that as soon as he took the man in his mouth, two hands grasped round his head and pushed him down until he was gagging. Deciding that he didn't have sufficient control, his tormenter reversed their positions, the maid on the bed and him on top. As they were doing that the man told him to smile or he would beat him until he did. He smiled until the man's tool was pushed in his mouth too far. The only consolation was that this member was if anything, slightly smaller that his own. Soon things got out of his control. The man held both of Roxanne's wrists above his head and started pumping up and down in a way that gave no thought as to his victim's comfort. Just as he thought that he was going to vomit, the man gave two or three harder strokes and sent his jism down the maid's throat. He had no option but to swallow the revolting liquid as the man got off him, pulled up his trousers and opened the bedroom door. "She's not bad but will insist that she doesn't like it," the man said. Someone else entered the room. Roxanne started to get off the bed but was too slow, a second man punched him in the stomach, the force of which pushed him back on the bed. The newcomer whipped off his trousers and sat on the maid's chest. He couldn't believe this was happening. Enough was enough, he tried to escape but this man was strong and was having nothing of it and before he could do anything more, a second tool was down his throat, this one not as thick but apparently longer than the first. Fortunately this man didn't last as long before he too was satisfied. The second man opened the door and the first one returned. "You say a word about this and we'll be exercising our arms tonight giving you a good thrashing. Jody's got a torture chamber downstairs and she won't mind the male guests using it." They both left him to pull himself together and return to the party well aware that the episode had taken a toll on his hair making his appearance rather dishevelled. His smile belied his feelings and he thought that he would be sick if he couldn't take his mind off what had happened. The rest of the evening passed off without further incident and the only person left was Lynn who sat chatting to Jody while he cleared at least the superficial debris. As he was loading the dishwasher for the second time, Jody came in to the kitchen and told him he could go home with his wife in a short while. "There is just one thing before you go Roxanne," she told him quietly and showed him a photograph. "If you don't agree to do exactly as Lynn wants, I'll send her a copy of this and several others even more explicit." The picture was of him on the bed, smiling and looking up to the penis of his male attacker. The trouble was that there was no way he looked as if he was being attacked, he appeared to be enjoying it. He nearly fainted. "You know that he blackmailed me, don't you?" he whispered. "It doesn't matter what you say Roxanne, a picture doesn't lie, does it? Just remember that if I don't see you in uniform for at least two weeks, doing her every bidding, Lynn gets a mail delivery. I'm not as soft as your Mistress, Roxanne. I won't stand for you not being faithful to her no matter who it's with. Come with me." She led him through a door in the kitchen, down to her basement where he had the shock of his life. A pair of handcuffs hung on a chain from the ceiling of the nearly bare cellar, and on a table was a riding crop, a paddle and a long horse whip. She really did have a torture chamber. "You will smile to her, showing her that you will do whatever she wants Roxanne, or I will bring you down here, strip you and hang you from that chain. Then I will whip you until you beg me to kill you to end the pain. Then I'll send her the pictures. Do you understand? I don't like two timing bastards like you." "Yes Madam." Roxanne felt himself shiver. He had no idea that this friendly, chatty girl could utter such words but he was sure they were spoken without jest. They made their way back upstairs. At that moment Lynn entered the kitchen to find out if her husband was ready to go and he wasted no time escaping from a house that had turned into his worse nightmare. "You enjoyed that, didn't you Roxanne?" Lynn asked on the way home. "Not a great deal Mistress, but I had to keep up appearances." He had taken a chance to at least make a mild complaint. "Don't tell me that girl, I didn't see a smile leave your face all evening." "That's called professionalism Mistress." He toyed with the idea of telling his wife about Jody's threat after the event, but decided that if she was outraged by it she might confront Jody, in which case her friend would throw those photos in her face. He was glad that he had thought it through before speaking. In spite of the late night Roxanne still had to service his wife after putting her to bed and again the following morning. "Ms Moore is sending a car for you this morning Roxanne," she told him as she left for work. "She is concerned that your chastity cage shows if anyone looks closely, so she's arranged for it to be fixed. The black uniform that you've got on will be suitable for you to wear." He wanted to ask what on earth was going to be done to him, but on the other hand he didn't want a repeat of what happened at Jody's. What he didn't dare do was to ask to be returned to his male clothes for the next ten days or so. At nine there was a ring on the door bell and when he answered a woman asked of he was Roxanne, once he confirmed that he was, she asked him to follow her out to a car. They drove for about half an hour out into a very rural location, then turned into the gates of a clinic, advertised by a discreet notice board outside. He wasn't stopped at the reception desk and without any paperwork or questions he was shown into a small anti-room. A nurse, judging by her uniform, helped him off with his dress and produced a key that unlocked his chastity device, he sat on a chair and was then given a drink of coffee. In a few minutes he started to feel dizzy. "Can you tell me what you are going to do?" he asked the nurse, but he never heard a reply as the chair was folded back and he laid out on it only semi-conscious. He was only vaguely aware of things going on round him, the return home by car and two people helping him to his own bed. Some time later Lynn was there, sitting at his bedside. "How are you feeling Roxanne?" she asked. He felt disappointment that she didn't call him Roger. The nightmare was going to continue. Then he started to panic, asking her desperately what they had done at the clinic. "Don't worry Roxanne, nothing was done that can't easily be reversed in a few days. All they have done is disguise your bits and provide a little toy for me," she explained the first bit. "Have a look." She helped him sit up and pulled back his skirt and crinolines so he could see the top of his legs. He yelped. All that he could see were vaginal lips. "I'm not lying to you Roxanne, all that's happened is they've pushed your balls up into your body then wrapped your empty scrotum round your John Thomas, then it's all stuck up between your legs so you can still pee, but you'll have to sit down. What you can see is one side of your scrotum as it meets the other side, making it look like a slit. If you touch yourself you'll find you can feel the pressure on your penis so you know it's still there, even if you can't see it. The only reason you feel rough is the after effect of the pain killers and relaxant they gave you so you would be comfortable. You'll be fine in an hour or so they told me." "Please think about what's going on, I beg you." He looked into her eyes. "This game has taken turns I would never have agreed to if I'd known." "I'm so sorry darling," she told him, "we can't get out of it until after the weekend, not after the trouble and expense Aunt Sophie has gone to. Come downstairs when you feel up to it, I've put some frozen meals ready to be heated to save you doing the cooking tonight." She left him, disturbed as she was by the tear running down his cheek. 'He'll get over it,' she thought to herself. She was enjoying her power over him much too much to give it up that easily. He got into his uniform and served the very ordinary frozen meal to her. He couldn't face anything to eat himself, just getting a glass of milk, he waited for her to say that she was ready for bed. Even though he got terribly frustrated by her demands for him to service her with his tongue, he found the intimacy between them somehow reassuring that they still shared something that no one else could provide. The next morning he fell back into his new routine, serving her breakfast with extras then showering and dressing his wife , but after she had left for work he started to carry out his housework then cast his mind back to the party. He was thinking of the man who spent so long talking to his wife. She hadn't mentioned his name but it was now that he remembered someone there calling him Jason. He knew the name from somewhere and he was sure it was only recently. It was then that the conversation between Lynn and Jodie came to mind. Jason Franks was the man Lynn was drooling over and Lynn had admitted that she used to date him. He added this to the list of things he had to worry about. His wife knew many of the people at Jody's party, had he seen her talking to anyone else? Apart from her aunt, sister and her husband when she arrived with them, he didn't see her with anyone else at all. As far as he could remember Jason didn't talk to any other women either, he was with Lynn all evening. After his wife had eaten her dinner that evening, Roxanne asked permission to speak. "What is the problem Roxanne?" she asked. "Do you think you still see me as your husband Mistress?" "I think you've answered that question yourself by calling me Mistress Roxanne." "But I am still your husband." He left off the 'Mistress' this time. "You were and you will be again Roxanne. I love Roger dearly and as soon as you are him again I can tell you that I'd never look at anyone else. I love having a maid called Roxanne though, her gentle touch, her helpfulness and above all her obedience. I will miss that. Why do you ask?" "At the party you spent nearly all the time talking to Jason. I know you used to date him and I trust you, but dressed as I am I can hardly claim my conjugal rights." "Come up to bed with me, I need you tonight more than ever Roxanne." They both went to her bedroom and he performed the intimate services for her, but when they were done to her satisfaction, she showed him a small device with a button and dials on it. "I didn't tell you about the toy they fitted at the clinic, did I? Under you penis, in fact between it and your perineum there is a receiver. When I press this button it vibrates and gives out a tiny electric shock." She pressed the button. "Feel it?" There was a strange vibrating, pinching sort of feeling directly between his legs but seemingly deep in his body. "Auntie, I mean Ms Moore heard about it and had you fitted with one. It means that wherever you are, if I want you I can call you. As soon as you feel it come to find me quickly." He was relieved when she turned it off. It wasn't painful but it wasn't pleasant either. "What is the dial for Mistress?" He was curious. "Oh that's something I'd never use. Apparently the strength can be turned up for punishment, I'm told it could be quite painful." He noted that the dial went from one to ten but at the moment it was just set on one, but was this yet another worry for him? He dismissed the idea. She sent him off to bed, reminding him that he was being taken to Ms Moore's house after breakfast the next morning. It was just before seven, at which time his alarm was due to go off, but instead he was awakened by that pinching sensation and it took him no time to work out what it was. He donned a negligee and hurried to his wife's room. "I need you now Roxanne." She indicated between her legs. Still half asleep, he performed for her, satisfying her at least three times. "That was lovely Roxanne, you go and do your morning thing then get breakfast for me. Wear your black uniform but don't forget to pack your green one and accessories to change into later." The sight of her petticoated husband was such a turn on for her that after she had finished breakfast, she had him bring her to two more climaxes. Sophie Moore's house was on much the same lines as their own. Big and very Victorian in style, designed for a family that wanted to flaunt their wealth. She employed a cleaner and a cook, so his assignment was to do the finer touches to the table, prepare some of his nicest canap?s, lay the table properly and select the wines to drink with the food. Above all, he was to provide a sexy distraction to the designer distributors, putting them at a disadvantage when it came to the negotiations. The plan was that they would arrive at two, after lunch, then they would settle down to iron out the final agreement before dinner at seven thirty for eight. Those present would be his wife, Aunt Sophie and sister Lacy, plus the lawyer to oversee their commitments. The other side would be three directors and their lawyer, the directors were a married couple with a male colleague and male lawyer. He had the task of appealing to the men without upsetting the wife. Not easy. For the meal, the same people would be there, with the addition of Lynn's brother-in-law Jim. Roxanne would be the waitress. As the guests arrived he greeted them and showed them to the meeting room, got teas or coffees, put iced water in a carafe on the table with enough glasses for everyone. When his wife arrived his worst fears bubbled to the surface. Her arrival was together with their lawyer who turned out to be none other than Jason Franks, who took her by her waist to guide her into her seat, next to his, at the long table. For the most part Roxanne just stood at the back of the room, ready to serve anything required. The trouble was that he couldn't keep his eyes off his wife and her reunited friend and he hardly noticed when the meeting drew to a conclusion. A memorandum was agreed and while everyone relaxed Lacy formulated the whole thing on her pad, printed several copies off, and they proceeded to sign it, the managing director on their side and Sophie on behalf of the family. Roxanne took orders for aperitifs, having them prepared for everyone by the time it was all done and dusted, and the guests were chatting among themselves. He toyed with the idea of spilling a drink over Jason but decided that would only bring sympathy for the man and scorn on him. Due to his maintaining the closest proximity to his wife as possible, he was able to overhear part of one conversation. "Have you heard anything from your husband?" Jason asked her. Roxanne's ears pricked up. "No, I told you he just disappeared a week ago yesterday and I haven't heard from him since." "Can I take you to lunch tomorrow Lynn? I really would like us to get acquainted again." "No, I have a better idea Jason, why don't you come over to my place and Roxanne will do us lunch there?" She smiled at the look on Roxanne's face. The rest of the evening went off without further incidents, that's so long as Lynn and Jason being all over each other isn't counted as an incident. Roxanne was having a miserable time, made worse when he was told that there wouldn't be a car available to take him home until the morning. He was told this by Sophie's cook and when he suggested that he got a lift from his Mistress, he was told that she didn't drive to the house, having been given a lift by Mr Franks. Roxanne countered that, in that case he was going to ask him for a lift. Cook told him that it wouldn't be possible as Jason Franks only had a two seat sports car. He was given a bed in Sophie's servants' quarters but he didn't sleep, laying awake and wondering all the time if Lynn was being unfaithful to him. During the night he reviewed his situation. He was stuck as his wife's maid for another week at least, because of Jody's photos that would end his marriage if Lynn were to see them, and he was sure he would lose his wife to Jason if he didn't get back to men's clothes. His mind turned round and round without getting any nearer to a conclusion. He was up, dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen by six o'clock but it wasn't until eight that he was able to persuade the cook's husband to give him a lift back home. He nearly fainted when he saw a strange sports car parked in front of his house. He remembered to thank his driver and hurried round to the kitchen door to let himself in. No one was up. He put the coffee on, his head spinning from lack of sleep and too much coffee already. Jason walked into the kitchen at that moment, yawning and wearing Roger's dressing gown. If Roxanne had a gun handy he would probably have shot him, he hated him so much. "That's good girl," Jason spoke to him in the middle of another yawn. "Pour me a cup of that.... What's your name?" "Roxanne." He wasn't going to call him 'sir' or curtsey to him. "Oh yes, Roxanne, you seem to pop up all over the place, don't you?" When he didn't get a reply he carried on. "Weren't you serving at Jody's party?" "Probably," was all he would concede. Suddenly he felt a tingling in his groin and realised that his wife wanted him. He poured another coffee, placed it on a tray and took it with him to her bedroom. After knocking as usual and waiting to be told to enter, he curtseyed and gave her the drink. "You're a treasure Roxanne, how did you know that was what I was dying for?" "Your boyfriend needed one when he came to the kitchen, so I assumed that you would want the same, Mistress." "You should be careful girl, jealousy doesn't belong in the mind of a maid." She was serious by the look on her face. "Is that all I am to you?" He was about to burst into tears. "Go and look in that mirror Roxanne, tell me if you see good husband material." "No Mistress." "I have something to tell you girl. You are going to be my maid for a very long time. That make up on your face will last for weeks and each time Jody renews it extends the period it'll stay fresh looking. I like having a maid and I think that you've found your true vocation, I've decided that you are going back to the clinic to be fitted with implants, the bigger breasts you have the better. They can remove your testicles at the same time, I don't have need of them and that's all that matters." He hurriedly left without helping her dress, knowing that if he stayed he would certainly say or do something with serious consequences. As he got to the kitchen he felt the tingling of his wife using her remote. He ignored it through three more calls, then he thought she had given up. Suddenly he collapsed with a pain more severe than he had ever felt before. He screamed as he rolled on the floor wetting himself. Knowing the only alternative being shocked again until he gave in, he headed for her bedroom for the second time. He entered the room and curtseyed. Lynn looked at him and noticed that he was crying and the wetness on the inside legs of his stockings. "Have you wet yourself?" she spoke harshly to him. "Yes Mistress." Curtsey. "Did I hurt you?" "Yes Mistress." Curtsey. "I don't want you near me like that you filthy sissy, go and clean yourself up then report to me." She decided that a firm hand was in order. She wasn't going to stand any subordination now that he was nearly trained. He just curtseyed to acknowledge the order and hurried up to his room to wash and change. By the time he got back his wife was still in her bedroom but already dressed. "For your information, not that you are entitled to it, Mr Franks slept in the spare room last night. Tonight though, because I have been accused of sharing my bed with him, I shall invite him in here. If I'm accused of something I may as well do it and it will be all your own fault. Now go and get on with lunch for us and if either of us get any trouble or lip I'll zap you again only next time I'll set it on the maximum, not only half way like this morning." "Please Mistress reconsider, I am your husband." She dived for her bedside chest and lifted up the remote, pressing it as she did so. For the second time that morning he screamed and fell to the floor although this time not being incontinent. He tried to get up as the pain stopped but was shaking too much and collapsed twice before using the bed to pull on. Tears were rolling down his face. "That was still only on half power girl, I warned you not to back chat me, now go and get on with the only thing you're good for." Wracked with pain and thoroughly demoralised he moved like an automaton in the kitchen, preparing the meal. He should have been trying to work out what to do but he was beaten down. He felt as if his world had come to an end. He cooked the meal but it lacked his usual flare and when he served it Lynn noticed but couldn't actually fault it because it was adequate, meaning good by many standards. She made a point of practically drooling over her companion, flattering him and reminding him of the good times they had when they dated. When that didn't cause a reaction from her maid, she started listing the bad points of her husband and compared them with Jason's good points. Roxanne was numb, there was nothing his wife could do or say that would make matters worse for him so he appeared unmoved by her antics. This only annoyed her more and drove her to even more wild behaviour. "I have an idea," she suddenly said, "I'll get Jody over here, you know her Jason. Roxanne's been saying for some time that she wanted a tattoo, I wasn't keen to have a tattooed maid but I've changed my mind and Jody can do it this afternoon while we go and have a lie down in bed." Jason's eyes lit up when she made the suggestion and proceeded to ring Jody. She spoke so that Roxanne could hear her side of the conversation. "Yes that's it Jody, Roxanne wants some tattoos done, I wasn't keen but you know what a tramp she is. She wants 'spank me' on one arse cheek and 'tradesmen's entrance' on the other and at the base of her neck she wants 'I love to swallow'." "Yes I know they're disgusting but you know her." "Yes, as soon as you can get here." "There, that's all arranged Roxanne, but don't come running to me afterwards because you don't like them. Now get us a glass of Champagne each. I think it's time to celebrate our new relationship, don't you Jason?" With a curtsey Roxanne went to get their drinks, filling an ice bucket to cool the bottle down quickly. Lynn was absolutely furious that there was still no reaction from the maid. 'He's sulking so if that's how he wants to play it, let him live with it,' she thought. As the couple were starting on their Champagne the doorbell rang and Roxanne let Jody in carrying a case with her equipment. Lynn was just following Jason upstairs, he was already in the bedroom by the time she was half way. "You can carry on with that, can't you Jody?" Lynn asked her over her shoulder "I have to go and lie down for a while." Jody agreed but then looked at Roxanne. She was shocked at the change that had come over him, he hardly seemed aware of her presence. "What's going on Roxanne?" she asked. He didn't reply so she led him into the kitchen and sat him down. He was just staring into space. "What's wrong?" She still didn't get a response. "Listen, I have to apologise to you. You went to my bedroom that I use for fun and games and where a friend of mine has set up a video recorder. He saw you go in there and after you came out he printed off a couple of pictures. They made you look as if you enjoyed it and that's what I thought. That apparent infidelity was the reason I decided that you'd better concentrate on giving your wife some pleasure as payback. This morning I played the whole recording with the sound and I realise that you really were raped. "I'm terribly sorry." "It doesn't matter." These few dull words were the first he had spoken. "Of course it matters and what's all this business about wanting tattoos?" "Lynn's in bed with Jason." He ignored the question, only thinking about what was important to him. "Don't be silly, she wouldn't do that to you." She half laughed then realised he was serious. "What? Now?" "Yes." She turned and marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs, going straight to Lynn's bedroom. She flung open the door to find them both naked in bed. "What the hell are you thinking about?" she yelled at Lynn. "Your husband goes through the worst possible torture being raped and for the love of you says nothing and this is how you reward him." "What are you talking about and who do you think you are coming into my bedroom like this?" "I'm someone who has suddenly realised that one of her best friends is a tramp and a sadist, is your boyfriend in on this? Is it him who's egged you on?" "Hey, leave me out of this, you said your husband had run off. What's happened to him?" "That slut dressed him as a maid and had him humiliated for her pleasure. Don't tell me you didn't know? Aren't there rules governing the moral behaviour of lawyers? Was it you that persuaded her to do it?" At this point Jason quickly dressed and left without another word. Lynn was furious, so mad that she picked up the remote, turned it on full and pressed the button. "Now look what you've made me do, talking rubbish about Roger being raped. I've given that lying husband of mine something to really think about now." Of course Jody didn't realise the significance of that action. "It's not rubbish, I only found out this morning. There's a recording of two men at my party beating him up and making him give them oral sex. He's said nothing to you because he didn't want to spoil your pleasure, it's a shame you have morals of an alley cat or you would appreciate him." At that Jody turned and left her, returned to the kitchen only to find Roxanne laid out on the floor in a foetal position. It took a few minutes to bring him round sufficiently to enable him to assist slightly her efforts to get him up. She took him by the arm and steered him, with difficulty out of the house to her car. She took him home with her but he was still barely aware of what was going on. One thing about Jody, she was well connected. Her torture chamber and bugged bedroom was all for the discrete enjoyment of willing participants who helped her with expenses of their own free will. She believed in honesty, but realised some people, many with high public profiles, needed somewhere to secretly let their hair down and that was what she provided. Now she needed some favours. The first call was to a doctor who used to be in General Practice but who now specialised in psychiatric disorders. The second was to one of the best divorce lawyers in the country and the third was to a friend that, with others, would 'have a word' with the two men who had forced themselves on Roger. The last call was to the county's Chief Constable who she knew well. She asked him to have an investigation done quietly, so they had all the facts if other parties didn't play ball. While this was going on, Lynn started to think about what she'd done. It had started in all innocence but she realised that she'd been carried away by the power she felt over Roger. Once that thought had entered her head she remembered how much she loved him and then how much she may have lost. She really hadn't meant to go to bed with Jason, she didn't want him, she was just teasing Roxanne but somehow it had just gone so very wrong and snowballed without her intending it. The most appalling bit was the way she had tortured him with that damn remote control. She wondered how he was. He wasn't very well. The doctor that had seen him insisted that he was taken to hospital to have the adhesive removed, that was when they discovered the shock device and the burns it caused. After they were treated it was a case of admitting him to a psychiatric unit for rest and recuperation with the aid of people who could help him get over the trauma he had suffered. He trusted no one. His values were thrown upside down in that the woman he was afraid of seemed to be helping him, the woman who he would have trusted with his life had hurt him more than he could bear. For days all he could think of was preparing himself for the next agonising jolt to his privates. As soon as he was physically able he was helped out of bed and taken for a walk to get some exercise. Unfortunately they made the mistake of taking him to their day room where another patient went to change the TV channel. It took three orderlies to get him back to bed and was another ten days before they could get him to leave his room again. While he was being treated Lynn and her aunt were arrested for assault and Jason was interviewed under caution, something that caused him and his firm to sever all ties with that family's business. The designer distributors invoked a clause about adverse publicity that enabled them to cancel their contract, costing Sophie millions for the advance campaign she had set up. Then the divorce papers and the suit for damages against them landed on their doorsteps. Even before Roger was well enough to understand what was going on, the lawyer had started initial proceedings against his wife, her aunt and the clinic that fitted the shock device. Jody's friends persuaded the two men who attacked him to make an out of court settlement of half a million each, to avoid the otherwise inevitable court action. Once Roger was recovered enough he approved the divorce and other actions. An attempt by Lynn to apologise to him was rebuffed, he wouldn't even speak to her. The clinic settled for half a million but the big money compensation came from Lynn and her aunt, who as well as cash, parted with a substantial shareholding in the family business. Jody introduced Roger to another of her friends who happened to own a holiday retreat in the Caribbean, persuading him to take a long holiday there. It wasn't many weeks before he was back though. He stayed with Jody for a while and they became very close. Eighteen months later he proposed to her and they married very quietly then both retired on their joint wealth. It was six years before he saw Lynn again. He had decided to attend a shareholders' meeting and took with him his wife and two children, a boy and a girl. He bore no ill will to anyone, even Lynn, as all his traumas had ended with him having a very happy life.