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THE MAID SANCTION James and Anne Horlick were well matched in their marriage. She had always been a tomboy growing up and still liked to take charge of their relationship, which suited him. He was a kind and gentle man who didn't mind Anne's dominant nature and that she wanted him to be a house husband. She married him because she dearly loved his gentleness during sex and the fact that she was able to bend him to her will. She had a high powered job as chief executive in her late father's business empire and took after her strong willed mother, who had pushed her father into building his fortune and didn't want her daughter to fritter it away. James believed that it was this family pressure that had contributed to his father-in-law's early death from a heart attack and he didn't want his wife to go the same way, so he helped her in every way he could. If that meant taking on the duties of househusband, so be it. James had told his wife about his love for her within a few weeks of them starting to date. Not only did she reciprocate, she proposed to him the following week, not telling him that she took after her mother and was actually bi-sexual and very much enjoyed the way he made love to her with his tongue. To his dismay, when she told her mother about him she insisted that they both used her surname and refer to him as her daughter's wife. That way, she claimed , the business would remain in her daughter and her husband's family name. Once settled in the family home, with his mother-in-law, he found that all his male clothing was slowly exchanged for what the women in his life described as 'proper' for a housewife; women's slacks, panties, blouses and flat shoes. He had them agree to not place him in skirts or heels after vigorous protests. He was already a very good cook, thorough at cleaning the house and meticulous in the correct treatment of the clothes to be washed, especially their delicates. In exchange for his services at home, Anne insisted that no wife of hers would be required to continue with his paid employment, all his efforts should be directed to ensuring her comfort. Unfortunately it wasn't just her he had to attend to, it was also her mother. It wasn't long before he was providing her with the most intimate of services, for example, helping her bathe and shaving her legs. How he started doing this was a bit of a mystery to him, he just seemed to have fallen into it, not wanting to say no to anyone. Also it wasn't long before she noticed him getting hard when he washed her most private areas. She told her daughter about it and thereafter he was forced to wear a chastity belt while not in bed, it was the type that gave him a nasty electric shock whenever he had an erection. It was so severe that he couldn't hide the pain and saw the smile of satisfaction on the face of his mother-in-law whenever it happened. She had obtained a belt that was linked to the internet in a way that logged every time it was put into action. Using this she was able to demonstrate to her daughter that he fancied other women. "Is this true?" Anne demanded early one Saturday morning. "I'm sorry my love, but I often think of you during the day and it is those occasions that must be causing it." He knew that it didn't account for all the times. "Look at yesterday afternoon for the shocks, Anne," her mother told her. He realised that when his mother-in-law invited her friends over to the pool, she had deliberately chosen the youngest and fittest beauties among her acquaintances. She encouraged several of them to skinny dip all the while calling for him to serve drinks and nibbles for them to consume at the poolside. It had been a very painful time for him. "Why were you shocked nine times in only three hours James?" He knew he was in trouble as soon as she referred to him by his full name and not Jim. He decided to come clean. "I'm sorry but we had about a dozen women here in the skimpiest costumes, some actually naked, and they kept asking for me to serve them refreshments. It was very difficult for me." "Not half as difficult as it is for me." She considered for a moment. "I'm going to have to discuss this with Mummy." James was sent to the kitchen while the two women decided his fate. He busied himself making them breakfast, but although he knew his wife had made several phone calls, she told him nothing of her plans for him. After they had eaten breakfast they called him into the sitting room where he was surprised that Anne's best friend Dr Gillian Gove had joined them, he had been in the kitchen and not heard the door. "Mummy has had an idea that I believe would be the answer," Anne told him. "I can't have you showing your animal desires left, right and centre James, and you need to be punished for not being faithful to me in your thoughts at least. On the other hand, I don't want to give you any more pain than you experience already with that chastity belt so we have asked Dr Gove to sort out your little problem. For a couple of weeks at least, Mummy has suggested that you are given something that will stop you getting erect. After a while I will review how you have acted and you may then be allowed to have them again." "Please Anne," he begged, "that's really not necessary, I wouldn't be anything other than faithful to you. Please don't do this." He was still speaking as the doctor jabbed a hypodermic into his arm and emptied the contents. "Bend over and lower your slacks and panties," was all the doctor said to him. He did as he was told and felt a small prick in each of his cheeks. "Stay like that for a couple of minutes," he was ordered. Shortly after ward he felt pressure on each of the cheeks where he had the previous jabs. "I've given you some time release capsules that will last at least a week as well as the booster doses," the doctor told him. "The first two in your cheeks were pain killers as the large time release capsules would have been too painful to place under your skin without them." "I'll take this thing off of you now." His wife removed the chastity belt. "We know that you aren't going to have any of those nasty thoughts, or, at least if you do have them we know you won't be able to do anything about them." James was distraught that his wife would do anything like this to him and couldn't think of a response that would make her change her mind. Then she looked him in the eyes. "That takes care of any future lascivious thoughts on your part, but that still leaves my punishment for what has already happened. "Until you can get an erection again you must play the part of my maid. I know you don't like the thought of dresses but this afternoon we will get you fitted out with an appropriate uniform and you will sleep in the old maids' quarters in the attic. While we are waiting for your uniforms you will move all your underclothes up to the attic except your slacks. "Go! Now!" What they hadn't told James was that the implants would last at least six months and that the side effects would be breast development and other secondary female characteristics such as a bigger backside, narrower waist, softer skin and absence of beard growth. In innocence he moved his clothes upstairs to the area of the house unused since the last domestic was let go several years previously. He had to spend some time dusting the room and making it habitable. He was barely finished when Anne called him back down. "Put your jacket on James," his wife told him, "we're going out." Forty minutes later they were they were entering a specialist uniform showroom. All imaginable working uniforms were on display, but upon introducing herself, his wife was shown through to a backroom with him trailing along behind. There he was told to strip completely which he slowly complied with. The first article of clothing was a black corset with half A or perhaps B cups tightened until he was gasping for his breath. Then a black dress with masses of built in crinoline sewn into it, was lowered over his head and a zip at the rear done up. The skirt part was held out horizontally by the voluminous but very short crinolines and the blouse part was cut so low as to leave a lot of his chest on view. The woman fitting it showed him how to pull up the flesh on his chest to make it look as if he had breasts in the otherwise empty cups.. "Not a bad fit but we'll take it in a bit next week," she told his wife. Sheer seemed black stockings were slid up his legs and attached to the suspenders on the corset followed by black patent leather shoes with five inch heels. He could barely stand let alone walk in them. "You'll soon get used to them," the woman scolded him. Various boxes and garment bags were loaded into Anne's car and they then set out to walk, or at least hobble to the business next door but one. When he asked about the clothes he arrived in, Anne simply told the woman to dispose of them to a charity shop, he wouldn't be needing them. He soon realised that the next stop was a hair salon and he was greeted as someone several of the staff expected. He was shown into a chair, his hair attended to, the woman telling his wife that as he was going to be there late, they would arrange a lift home for him. They all chatted to him in a friendly enough manner but wouldn't tell him what they intended to do, even though he asked, they just kept saying that it was to be a surprise. He was there for more that four hours, even with two women working on his hair with only a short break at what they called 'half time', when he was sent for a full body waxing and they had a coffee break. Also during this second half two more women worked on his nails and make up. False nails were attached to his own after they had been roughed up. They were a self-coloured bright red, ending nearly an inch beyond his own and was told that they were too strong for ordinary clippers or scissors to cut and were attached so firmly that they would pull his own nails out before they came off. His toe nails were coloured to match. His eyebrows were plucked nearly out of existence and the make up they used was painted on and then a heat lamp shone over the areas. He wasn't told that it was the most permanent make up money could buy short of it being tattooed on. By the time they had all finished his hair had extensions that gently curled to his waist at the back and there wasn't a hint of masculinity anywhere about him. In addition to the black dress he was already wearing they pinned a lace cap with black ribbons streaming from it on his head and a fancy lace apron round his waist. It was in this condition he was delivered back to their home. "My my Camille, you look positively scrumptious," Anne told him as soon as she saw him. "Do you like the name Camille? It's French and means a young serving girl, rather appropriate don't you think?" "Anne, I don't know why you've done this to me." He looked his wife in the eyes. "The only reason I'm going along with it, is that I love you. However you must tell me when we can get back to our usual relationship." "That's a fair question Camille." She gave him a smile. "Let's say that so long as you behave the way you are told, I won't let the doctor give you any more injections. It will end then when you can get an erection back that you can show me. "I can't remember how long that implant works," she lied, "but I hope it's not too long. Does that answer your question?" "She told me that it would be at least a week or two, but I can live with that," he replied. "That's good Camille, now remember that from now on you are the maid in this household until you can show me you're a man again, but until you can do that I don't want to hear the subject mentioned again. In future you will address me as Mistress and refer to me as Ms Horlick and Mummy as Madam Horlick. You will curtsey entering and leaving our presence or when acknowledging an instruction and you will never ever speak without permission. Is all that clear?" He curtseyed silently as ordered. "Madam Horlick and myself are going out for dinner this evening so all you have to do is get yourself something to eat and go to bed. We will take our breakfasts in our beds tomorrow at nine o'clock, as it's Sunday, and that is the time and place for Madam Horlick's every day. I will normally have mine in bed at eight each weekday morning, we will lunch at one and evening meal at seven o'clock in the dining room, you will eat of course after we have finished and you have cleared our table. If we have guests I will try to warn you with as much notice as possible. "Do you have any questions Camille?" "No Mistress," he replied with a curtsey. "Just one more thing while we are on the subject, let me see if the doctor's medicine is working on you." She had him come to her so she could slide down his panties. She couldn't stop herself letting out a giggle when she saw that his balls had already retracted into his body and his penis, what there was of it now, was little more than a flap of thick skin. He was excused and while he defrosted one of his vindaloo curries that he kept in their freezer, his wife and mother-in-law were in the restaurant, laughing at the way they had manipulated him. "Aren't you going to miss the sex?" her mother asked when she was told about Camille's new name and the state of his manhood. "No, I'll still have him service me with his magic tongue and if I did get desperate I wouldn't have any trouble finding an old girlfriend as a discreet substitute for him," Anne told her. Over the next few days Camille carried on looking after the house and its occupants in much the same way as James had previously, as far as the physical work was concerned. In his mind however, his life had changes dramatically. No longer was he an equal in the house, albeit a very polite and thoughtful equal. Now he was nothing more than a servant who lived in the background with no rights or even opinions. Conversations were spoken between his wife, her mother and any guest that might be there, just as if he wasn't present. He felt like a ghost. The following Thursday evening was typical. Anne invited three representatives of a potential contractor for one of her businesses to come to dinner. They were the owner and his wife plus a younger employee charged with the technical side of the negotiations. Also present was her lawyer, her mother being out with her friends. The day before his wife had spoken to him for the longest time since his makeover: "Camille, tomorrow evening you will prepare and serve a formal four course meal for five at eight p.m. Wear your mauve uniform," was all she said and he dutifully curtseyed as his response. In the past, James would oversee the menu and preparation of the meal, but leave the final work and table service to a company they used for catering. That night however, everything was down to him. He no longer had a seat at the table and the only time he was noticed was when the men ogled his chest or backside. These weren't easy to ignore as he wore a mauve French maid's uniform that amply showed off these charms. More than once he felt the lawyers hand run up the inside of his leg to finish by pinching his bottom. The first time it happened he let out a quiet squeak, but after Anne glared at him, he controlled himself better. He even managed to walk in and out of the dining room and serve without spilling anything, in spite of the six inch heeled shoes that matched the outfit. The next day the woman from the uniform shop arrived and replaced all his uniform dresses and corsets. He was horrified to see that he seemed to be developing breasts, although he put it down to a redistribution of fat from wearing a corset all the time. He didn't notice that as well as having a narrower waist, his new clothes reflected his larger backside and bust. Saturday evening he was called to the sitting room where his wife and her mother were enjoying after dinner brandies. "It's been one week, Camille," his wife remarked, as if he hadn't counted every hour off. "Show me if you can get hard." He blushed and moved between them so he had his back to his mother- in-law as he pulled out his penis. "Don't turn your back on me," she scolded, "you haven't got anything I haven't seen a million times before." Anne nearly laughed out loud when she saw the remnants of his once eight inch penis. Now it was something a new born baby would have. He was only able to grip it between his thumb and forefinger and then not easily and there was not sign of his balls even thought he was as bald there as a newborn. Anne took one look and that was enough. "Get back to your work, GIRL," she told him with emphasis on the last word. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He could hear them both laughing as he walked back down the corridor to the kitchen and for the next several days he was neither spoken to nor spoke to anyone else. He was pinning his hopes on a speedy reversal of his condition. The following Friday his uniforms were again exchanged. This time the originals were returned altered and the others taken away. When he looked at the bra cups on the corsets even he couldn't help but notice how much bigger they were and that he now filled them to overflowing. Not only that, his nipples itched like crazy and were extremely sensitive. He was now accustomed to the woman, whose name he still didn't know, ordering him about but not being allowed to talk to her, even though he saw that his corset laces, when pulled tight, now had so much surplus that they passed to his front, returned to the back where he would have tied them but now he had enough left over to come back again to the front to be tied off. He didn't know what his waist size was, but it was definitely much reduced. The following night was Saturday, when he again had a chance to get out of his uniform and back into his housewife clothes but only if he could pass Anne's 'test'. At one time he hated the feminine slacks and blouses, now he would have given anything to wear them again. Again he failed. If anything he was even smaller this week and this time Anne laughed in his face. "Camille, you seem to be getting even more feminine, but I have good news. Tonight I'm going to take you to my bed." He was puzzled by this news until that night. He wasn't told to undress, just to pull his panties down and bend over the end of the bed, his skirt and petticoats were so short as to leave his behind bare. He felt her lubricating his back passage with her fingers, then a hard object trying to enter him. He screamed as he felt himself being split in two by one end of the double ended dildo she was wearing. He hoped it would ease, but she pumped back and forth as he heard her moan with pleasure when she climaxed though instead of stopping, she went for a second and his crying seemed to bring her to a more powerful one the second time. "Did you enjoy that Camille?" she asked. He didn't reply, just carried on sobbing as she noticed him bleeding quite heavily. "Put one of these in your panties and stop snivelling," she told him, handing his a packet containing sanitary pads. "Now go to your bed girl." He just made it to his bedroom before he threw up in the toilet. Monday morning he was still sore but had to prepare and serve lunch to his mother-in-law and a male friend. They retired to bed after they had eaten and a short while later they called him to fetch them brandies. When he entered the room, they were both naked and on top of her bed, he was smoking. He gave them both their drinks and curtseyed before leaving when his mother-in-law called him back. "Camille, I'm sticky, clean me up." Then stopped him as he walked to the bathroom to get a cloth. "Where are you going? Use your tongue." He started to shiver and took a step back shaking his head from side to side as a 'no'. "Get here this instant and start doing your job." Reluctantly he came forward and stooped to reach her hairy and very messy private area. The man took immediate interest and after Camille had been working a few minutes spoke to him for the first time. "Do mine now," he ordered, to the amusement of the woman. Revolted as he was he had no choice and licked the man's member until it was engorged, at which point the was interrupted. "Don't waist that on the maid, get it in me," she told him. "Mind you, in future Camille can be our fluffer in chief." Both laughing at his expense he was allowed to leave and return to the kitchen where he was preparing the evening meal. He gave it considerable thought but decided enough was enough. His only problem was that now he had to think of a way out of his predicament. What could he do if he just walked out? He had no clothes now except his uniforms, he had seen that they had all gone from his wife's bedroom and in any case where could he go? After he had served dinner that evening, at which her mother had told Anne about his cleaning activities of the day, much to her amusement, she retired early and Camille followed her up. He knocked on the door of the bedroom and was told to enter. "What do you want Camille?" she asked. "Permission to speak Mistress?" he asked with a curtsey, deciding that a humble approach would be the best option. "What do you want?" "Mistress, two weeks ago I told you that I would go along with this because I love you, but things have now gone too far." "How dare you speak to me like that!" she exclaimed. "Bend over the end of my bed girl." "Please Mistress, don't hurt me again." "You don't know what being hurt is girl." She picked up the dildo and rammed it into him without any preparation. He screamed and tried to escape, twisting round, but she picked up a decorative paper weight she had on her dressing table and slammed it into his head. He didn't wake up for several minutes but when he did he found that a stocking was binding his hands together behind his back with a loop up round his neck so they were held up almost to his shoulder blades. Each ankle was tied to each of the bottom bed legs so that they were spread apart. She had removed his panties and stuffed them in his mouth to form a gag held in place by another stocking tied round his head. She walked round the bed so that he could see her and was terrified that she was now wearing a double headed dildo even larger than the first. "You obviously don't understand your position in my home Camille. You are a maid, nothing more. You have no right to speak to anyone here without there being exceptional circumstances and then it must only be about household questions or enquiries about my or my mother's comfort. Do you understand?" He looked at her blankly, wondering if this really was the woman he married. There was a sudden movement behind him and a fire lit his rump. Then another, and another, the blows from her riding crop came hard and fast. He frantically started nodding his agreement to stop the pain but when it stopped he had it replaced by the agony of the huge dildo rammed dry into his still tender rear entrance. It didn't stop until she had climaxed three times then she cut him free with a pair of scissors only to find he collapsed on the floor. She started to whip him again as he crawled out of the room. "You are mine to do with as I please, get that into your thick head." Her words rang in his ears as the door closed behind him and he crawled up to his bedroom. The next morning there was no breakfast in bed for the women. Anne had overslept and didn't have time to investigate what had happened, with an important meeting to attend she hurried off to work, only getting her first cup of coffee from her secretary. Her mother had more time to see what had happened when hers didn't arrive. When she eventually tracked down their maid, he was still in bed. She tried threats and words of encouragement but nothing would get him up, finally deciding to let him be and wait for Anne to deal with him. "Your maid is sulking," was the only information she first gave to her daughter when she got home in the evening. Anne went straight to his bedroom in a foul temper. Things hadn't gone well at work and she was in the mood for a fight but that wasn't what she got. Camille's eyes were open and staring at the ceiling but he showed no response to his wife's shouting. In frustration she ran down to her bedroom and returned with the riding crop. She pulled the bedclothes off of him and hit him across the stomach with it. With no reaction, she did it again three or four times. For a moment she thought he might be dead but he was still breathing, so she decided to ring the doctor to find out what to do. Doctor Gove, her friend was on holiday and all she could get from another doctor at her practice was that she should ring an ambulance. The practice was too far away to help. The two women had a discussion the outcome of which they decided on the easiest course of action. They did nothing. They went out to dinner and just ignored the problem for a day. The following evening when she came home she saw that nothing had changed. Even the way she had pulled back his bedclothes remained exactly the same. They still did nothing. Three days after Camille had taken to his bed they finally decided to act, the reason was that he was starting to smell really badly and he still hadn't moved. An ambulance arrived and the medics on board started to ask questions that were too difficult for Anne to answer, so she just feigned ignorance. When they lifted him from the bed, they found that he was badly stuck to the sheet under him, so they cut round it and transported it with him to the nearest casualty unit. He remained unresponsive to everyone and his life signs were getting progressively weaker, resulting him being moved to the Intensive Care Unit. The consultant attending to him called in the police and only under the most extreme pressure, Anne finally admitted that he had first been dosed with huge quantities of hormones and that she had beaten him three days previously. A photographer was sent by the police to record his injuries and the make up on his face. The clothes he was in and the further ones and the crop they found upon searching the house were all taken as evidence. It had been obvious that he was suffering from septicaemia but now they could also bring down his hormone levels. They found that the whipping had actually broken the slow release capsules and his system was flooded. All this couldn't explain his catatonic state but having pieced together a little of what had happened the consultant diagnosed shock. It was a month before he started to show signs of recovery. First of all he was able to take liquids so they could take him off the life support and a week later he took his first solid food. This enabled them to move him to a lower dependence room. He either wouldn't or couldn't speak still and had a faraway look in his eyes. Six weeks after he was admitted his wife was allowed in to see him. She had to be hurriedly removed. He became hysterical, trying to get away from her but the episode was recorded by an assistant to the lawyer who the hospital had asked to act on his behalf while he wasn't responding. At least the act of protecting him gave him the confidence to speak to his lawyer and police and slowly the story came out. A nurse, Jenny Durham, took a particular interest in him. She had tried, without success, to remove his make up, but took the trouble to make extensive enquiries with the police and his lawyer as to what had happened. With that information, she visited the salon where his make up was applied. "Can you tell me," she asked the owner, a pleasant middle aged woman, "how can your so called 'permanent' make up be removed?" "It can't, that's why it's called 'permanent'," she said with a grin. "You treated a man with it on the twenty eighth of last month without his permission and as he is now recovering from severe assaults in hospital, I suggest you find a way if you want to keep your business and house." The woman looked through her records and triumphantly found the required written permission. "This was only signed by his wife," Jenny told the owner when shown the form. "It's the wife who is facing assault charges. Where's his consent form? She wasn't even present when your employees painted him. You do realise how serious it is to do this to a man, forcing him to live as a woman against his will?" Jenny was almost sorry for the woman who cowered more at each sentence she spoke. "I had no idea, we all thought he was a willing participant, he was dressed as a French maid for God's sake." "Forced to dress, you mean to say. You still could have got him to sign the form, you didn't even tell him that you were going to give him a normal makeover, let alone a permanent one, so he had no idea what was happening. He asked what you were going to do and you just told him that it was to be a surprise, didn't that tell you something? You are in one heap of trouble." By this time the woman was practically in tears, saying that she would telephone the manufacturers straight away to see what they would say. "Although it's called permanent, I know it wears off in time, a matter of months, so perhaps there's a way to speed the process," she added. The manufacturers told her they would ring her back and in turn she would get in touch with Jenny once she had the information. The nurse returned to the hospital even though it was her day off and spent the afternoon and evening talking to James, it raised his spirits for the first time in weeks. During the course of the evening his lawyer came in to tell him that Anne and her mother had been charged with Grievous Bodily Harm and sexual assault and Dr Gove charged with assault and she faced professional charges of administering medication without cause, the owner of the salon was also charged with assault. He remarked that it was only through the hospital's endeavours that the charge was only GBH, for some time the police thought they would be dealing with a case of manslaughter if not actually murder. On the manufacturer's advice, Jenny bathed his face every day in a solution they sent, and slowly the make up began to fade. She continued doing this when he was discharged from hospital. Where he would live provided another problem. His lawyer told him that he could go home and the women would be excluded from the house under an order for his protection, but the house had such bad memories for him that his psychiatrist advised against it. The problem was solved when Jenny told them that she had a spare bedroom where she lived with her mother so he could use that and she could continue to look after him and clean his face. He continued on doses of testosterone to counteract the hormones he had been given and agonisingly slowly, his manhood started to recover. Although Gove and the beating had caused massive levels of hormone to flow into his body, it had only been for a very limited period, so there was every hope he would recover. On the back of the police charges, his lawyer started civil proceedings for damages and divorce. The judge took a very dim view of the assaults and the net result was that he was given a generous settlement of cash from his ex-wife along with half of both her and his mother-in-law's shares in the family business which made him the largest shareholder. In that position he asked the criminal court to give his wife work release privileges which were granted over her eight year sentence. His mother-in-law had no such benefit and was given five years, the doctor had two years and the owner of the salon, after a letter sent on her behalf by James, just got community service. The doctor was also struck off by the Medical Council. He also received substantial damages from the doctor's insurer and less substantial ones from the salon after the make up was removed. James appointed a commercial lawyer to look after his fortune of shares in Anne's family businesses in order to avoid meeting her, but four years later attended his first shareholders' meeting with his second wife, Jenny, who had given up nursing at least for a while in order to look after their young twins. The act of facing his ex-wife at last laid to rest the ghosts that occasionally rose up at night to give him nightmares. It was finally over.