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A NEW CAREER PATH Up to that day Evan Jones thought that he and his wife Kathlyn had a good marriage. Although she had been the heiress to quite a large fortune that her father had made in business, Evan had insisted in continuing working in one of those businesses and being the breadwinner. It rewarded her judgement that he wasn't marrying her for her money. She liked to keep occupied and had set up a dance studio in the nearby town, teaching youngsters the skills she had garnered in amateur and semi-professional stage productions. She was never a brilliant dancer, but she knew the theory and was a good teacher to the young ones. It only kept her busy for two evenings a week on a regular basis, together with the occasional special rehearsals and productions that were usually open to audiences at weekends. The day in question was when she discovered an unfamiliar coloured lipstick stain on one of the towels in their bathroom. It was soon followed by another incident when she was chatting to their housekeeper, Susan Fellows, one Monday morning. "I didn't know you've changed your perfume, Mrs Jones," was the remark that made her come over to find the source of the fragrance. It was on one of Evan's shirts. Her reaction was to have it out with him straight away, but she was cautious by nature so decided to get tangible proof of his infidelity that she could present to him. For that reason she found a private detective online and set him to work on the evenings she was out. His report the next day, with accompanying photos, startled her. The house they lived in had been her family home for generations, so he wasn't able to find out which of the many entrances to the grounds the woman used, but a woman there was, picked out by a long telephoto lens and not terribly clear, but definitely in her living room. That very evening, when Evan returned from work, she confronted him in their smaller living room. "It's not what it looks like," was all he would say. "I know what it is, not what it looks like, what's her name?" she demanded to know. He collapsed on the nearest chair and put his head in his hands. When he didn't reply she lost her patience. "Pack you things and get out!" she shouted at him. "It's me," he eventually replied in such a quiet voice she had him repeat it. "I'm sorry, the person in the photo is me." She picked up the photo and looked at it again. "I don't believe you." She was convinced he was making up a desperate lie. "If it's you show me those clothes now." He made his way up to one of the attic rooms and came back down carrying a suitcase. He placed it on the coffee table in front of her and opened it, displaying an assortment of very feminine underclothes, a pair of black patent three inch heeled shoes and two dresses. She immediately saw that one of the latter was the dress in the photo. She picked up a small make up bag, opened it and found, among other things a perfume bottle. She recognised the smell. She poked one of his silicon breast forms with her finger. "Do you glue these on?" she enquired but with an obvious distaste. "No I only put them loose in the bra, sticking would take too long to take them off so I don't use the glue." "How long have you been doing this?" she asked. "Ever since I can remember." His voice wavered and he seemed close to tears. "I used to love the feel of my mother's silk undies and I just had to try them, I could only have been six or seven at the most. She caught me, but let me wear them whenever I wanted to. Once puberty hit I was too embarrassed to ask her. It wasn't until I got a job I was able to buy my own things." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think it would be necessary, I thought that once we were married I wouldn't want to do it. The trouble is that it isn't anything sexual, well not just, it's something that I do now when I want to relax." "How often have you been out attracting men?" "You don't understand, it's nothing to do with homosexuality, the clothes are the be-all and end-all. I couldn't go out." "What do you do then? You're short and skinny enough to pass as a woman, you must make some use of it." "Sometimes I just sit and read sometimes I do a little housework, Susan isn't here when you go out in the evenings." "I don't think I can live with you, knowing that you've deceived me for so long." He looked shattered at her. "We've been married for three years and you've never thought to mention it to me." "Please Kathlyn, you are the love of my life, I'll do anything to keep you." "Didn't you think I was entitled to know that you're a sissy?" "Yes I know you were, but I was so afraid of losing you." Kath went to the sideboard where there was an assortment of drinks. She poured herself a gin and tonic but didn't offer him one. She sat down and he could see that she was deep in thought, she confirmed it by holding her hand up when he started to speak. "I will give this a good deal of thought. In the meantime you needn't move out, but as you are so keen on putting this in the attic rooms, you can sleep up in Susan's emergency bed until I know if I can live with you or not. Move your things out of my bedroom to that one and do it now." When they entertained and Susan the housekeeper had to work late, she preferred to sleep over rather than drive home. For that reason she had resurrected one of the old live-in staff bedrooms and it was this that Kath had exiled him to. He carried his suitcase back up the stairs and spent the rest of the evening moving his clothes from their bedroom up to his new one. He realised that he hadn't eaten, but couldn't manage anything so went straight to bed. There was a shower room next to the attic bedroom and the next morning he used that and went to work as usual, deciding not to disturb his wife. When he came home early the following evening, Friday being the day they closed at three thirty, he was in for a shock. He thought that there was no one in the house, Kathlyn worked to five, but when he got to his new bedroom, Susan was waiting for him with his suitcase opened on his bed. "Mistress wants you to shower as soon as you arrive," she told him. He started to strip, but their housekeeper showed no signs of leaving. "I have orders to make sure that you rub this lotion into your whole body below your eyebrows before you get into the shower," she told him, handing him a large bottle with the cap removed. Reluctantly he did as he was told, embarrassed as the woman watched him when he rubbed the oily pink substance everywhere, including, while he cringed, his privates. She told him to wait before he showered. After it started to burn his skin she still stopped him, until finally she gave him the go ahead to step under the water. He could see what he suspected, that it was a depilatory cream. His hair disappeared down the plug hole but worse than that was the knowledge that Kath had shared his secret with their housekeeper. After he had dried himself, he emerged from the bathroom to find the woman waiting for him. She wrapped what he realised was a white corset round his torso and clipped it at the front. Then she stuck his two breast forms to his chest. He had never fixed the realistic forms on his chest before, and they were so heavy that for a moment his centre of gravity was altered and he had to lean backwards a little. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "Because those are my instructions," she replied without further explanation. She fastened a white bra round his chest, which went some way to relieving the pull on the skin covering in the area. Then she helped him slide black stockings up his legs, explaining that she was ensuring that the seams at the back of each were straight. Susan then gave him a note to read and at the same time placed an ice bag against his groin. The note read: 'Evan, I am considering our future together. In the meantime I am giving you what you wanted - a chance to live your life as a maid to this household. I have told Ms Fellows all about your inclinations and she has agreed to help us resolve this problem. If you want things to return as they were you will do everything she tells you until I decide. It won't be easily for either of us but especially you. I don't know how much time I will need, but your co- operation or otherwise will be taken into account when I make my decision. - Kath'. While he was reading that, he felt something being placed round his testicles. It was heavy, but because of the ice numbing him, he felt little else. It was only after he looked down that he saw that Susan had fitted a chastity devices to him. His penis was enclosed in a chromed metal tube that just had a slit in the end and bent under him then locked in place by a ring and padlock that fitted above his testicles. It was very uncomfortable. "What do you call yourself girl?" the housekeeper asked him. "Evan Jones, Susan, what else?" "I mean when you are dressed, and call me Ms Fellows from now on, do you understand?" "I haven't called myself anything, Ms Fellows." "Then from now on you are Ellie, you will only answer to that name and you will address Mrs Jones only as Mistress or to anyone else you refer to her as Mrs Jones, do you understand?" "Yes Ms Fellows," he resigned himself to do whatever his wife wanted if it meant getting her back. "Now the Mistress has asked me to help her to make life uncomfortable for you while she contemplates a problem you have given her." She started to tighten the laces on the corset while she spoke. "This is just the first of those things." Several times she pulled the laces alternately starting from the top and the bottom and working towards the centre. The last time she pushed her knee into his back to get more power. He could barely breathe and thought he was going to pass out. Then she had him sit in front of a vanity, where he could see that she started to apply make up to his face. She gave him a quick lesson, then wiped it all off using pads and had him do the same make up himself. He had already experimented with it, so was proficient in no time. She roughed the surface of his nails and glued false ones over them, sticking out a good three quarters of an inch beyond the natural ones. She had him apply several coats of bright red varnish on them, matching his lipstick, then made them even more shiny with two coats of clear varnish. After that he had to step into a dress that was tight on him everywhere. The pressure of his breast forms made the flesh on his chest stand up and appear over the low cut of the top section and the skirt was so short that barely covered the tops of his stockings, and was so tight that he could only move his knees a couple of inches apart. That, coupled with the shoes she now placed on his feet that had heels six inches high, meant that he had to gyrate his hips in order to walk. With the narrowness that his waist had been laced to, he had a truly very feminine figure, even more curvy than the housekeeper's. She looked at her watch and told him to follow her down the rear staircase, something he knew existed but had never used, directly from the top floor to the kitchen on the ground floor. When they got there, he saw a number of dishes laid out with what appeared to be starters for six people. Susan tied a half apron round his waist and told him to load up all the starters onto a large silver tray. She left him for a short while as he completed that task, then returned after a five minute interval. "Take this tray and serve your Mistress and her guests in the dining room." He looked at her terrified. "I'll come with you to open the door then help you serve. You will serve Mrs Jones and the two guests to her right, I'll serve the rest. Don't forget to curtsey when we enter and leave the room, but you will stay there to serve drinks and top ups until they have finished that course. When they are done you will collect the plates to bring back here. "Have you got all that?" His arms were shaking as he picked up the tray, scared stiff that firstly he would be recognised and secondly that he was going to drop something, tottering as he was in the highest heels he had worn. Susan lead the way and knocked before opening the dining room door and ushering Ellie in. He was aware that the six guests were looking at him but he kept his head down and as far as he could to see, none of them were their friends. He placed the tray down on the serving counter, picked up two dishes and served them to diners on his wife's right then the last he placed in front of his wife. He curtseyed and then withdrew to the wall behind her to remain on hand. It was only then that he noticed that one of the diners at the other end of the table where he normally sat was familiar, it was his boss, James Styles. The two couples he recognised were managers of other businesses she owned, together with their wives, Styles he knew wasn't married. The conversation mainly centred on the meal at first, then he realised that it was a semi-working dinner, she was discussing the successes of the three divisions that the managers ran. The dinner was obviously being treated as a chance for her to thank these successful managers of her businesses. He couldn't describe the relief he felt when they were all finished and he was able to collect the plates to take back to the kitchen, but it was short lived. They had to return with the main course, this time they carried three plates each on slightly smaller trays but Susan was still able to open the door for them. He served and repeated his actions with the starter, Susan poured the new wine then she left while he took up his position to help as required. "I'm sorry to dump that surprise on you James," his wife told his manager. "That's alright Mrs Jones." "I told you to call me Kathlyn this evening James." "I'm sorry, Kathlyn, I can't pretend we won't miss your husband. I've never known anyone like him for sorting out customers' problems, he is a genius with software, he can unravel systems down to their basics remarkably quickly and restructure them any way a customer wants. The huge success we've had, taking such a big slice of the market in the region, is down to him to a very large degree." "Well it can't be helped and I've told you that you can have a bigger budget to replace him. I'm afraid that he's taken a totally different career path, so he won't be coming back." He just knew that she was aware of his shock, he'd nearly fainted, but she continued to twist the knife in his wound. "He's already taken up a job even more suited to him, in a position that makes the most of his latent talents. Ellie, pour Mr Styles some more wine and please wake up." He realised that as they were talking his boss had drained his glass without him noticing so he quickly went round the table and did his job. It was only as he returned to his station that he realised the old tale about domestic staff not being noticed was true. Styles and the others had given him a polite 'thank you' but otherwise were ignoring him only the men looked at all and their eyes didn't come above his chest level. At least he was thankful for that as he tried to prevent himself from hyper-ventilating, unable to properly breathe slowly in his restraining corset, and conscious of the pain in his feet and ankles from the high heels. It was actually more uncomfortable to stand still in them than walk. Then as he was taking the empty plates out he noticed that all the men were watching his wriggling backside as he left the room. At least it wasn't his face they were studying. Dessert passed off without further crises and the diners continued chatting over the cheese and biscuits when Kathlyn dropped another bomb. "James, tomorrow week I have to attend a dinner with the Chamber of Commerce, they're going to be presenting their annual awards. With my husband not being here, would you be my 'plus one'?" "I'd be honoured Kathlyn," he replied. "Our Corporate Entertainment division is doing the catering, it's a French themed evening so it should be a good meal at the very least." Ellie felt sick. He always accompanied his wife to that sort of 'do', and to leave him out of that cut him to the quick. When he finally cleared the last of the plates back to the kitchen, he was instructed to return to the living room with Ms Fellows. When they had been granted permission to enter, Kathlyn told Susan that she could go home and leave the rest of the duties to Ellie. He was told they wanted three coffees and four brandies. He served these as he had been told and was then dismissed to go back to the kitchen to clean up. About forty minutes later he was summoned to get everyone's coats and the guests left. "How long is this going to go on for?" he asked of his wife. "How dare you speak to your Mistress like that," she told him. "The junior maid in this house doesn't speak unless invited, if she does she'll find that she gets punished, do you understand?" "I'm sorry Mistress." "Now return to the kitchen, you may have something to eat and then get everything cleaned before you go to bed," he slunk off. "Come back here!" she shouted. "Weren't you told to curtsey to me?" "Yes Mistress." He curtseyed before returning to the kitchen He made himself a sandwich with some leftover chicken and some salad, but after two bites he couldn't face any more. It was two o'clock when he finally got to bed but he knew that there would be no fault found in his cleaning. He was the sort of person who, if he did a job, he did it well. He opened the door of his closet to get some pyjamas when he made an awful discovery. He found that all his male clothes had gone. All that hung in there were more uniforms like the one he was wearing and every pair of shoes had six inch heels. Depressed, he then discovered that he couldn't undo the laces of the corset, so he went to bed with it on and still cutting into his waist. He didn't sleep well and in spite of his late night he was awake just after six and in agony. He had his usual early morning boner, realising it was the first time he had an erection since being placed in the chastity. He found that it must have spikes on the inside that dug painfully into his penis. He knew that he couldn't get back to sleep so he got up, dressed in the same clothes as the day before, except for clean panties, he renewed his make up and went to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He got the newspaper when it was delivered at seven and turned to the 'Situations Vacant' page. Anything to take his mind off the pain he was in. At seven thirty Susan arrived and she supervised him preparing Kathlyn's breakfast. "This is your job from now on, Ellie," she told him. "You take it to your Mistress at eight every weekday morning and eight thirty at weekends. Don't forget to knock and wait to be invited in and definitely don't forget to curtsey, you know how tetchy Mistress is in the mornings." He couldn't understand it. Susan never used to bring their breakfasts to the bedroom, she was never in that early and it often fell on him anyway to do their breakfasts once they both got to the kitchen. When he had finished making it and it was on a tray, she sent him on his way. "Stay with your Mistress in case she wants another coffee or more juice, then when you come back down here I'm going to show you how the washing is done." He was doing well until he set the tray down on the bed in front of his wife. "Good morning Mistress, did you sleep well?" "What the hell has it got to do with you?" she growled at him. He stepped back against the wall and waited without saying anything else. "Run my bath and get my pale blue pantsuit out for me to wear." He did as he was bid. Once she had eaten he took the tray away from her. "Put that down on the chest and help me." What followed was more pain for him. She had him remove her nightdress then help her step into the bath. His mistreated penis tried again to rise to the occasion. He winced. "Get my pale blue bra and panty set out for me then come back here." When he returned she was stood in the bath. "Wash me with that sponge," she told him with just the hint of a nasty grin on her lips. She watched him as he turned red and then pale as his pain increased. He was dismissed after he had rinsed the suds from her body and then dried her in a large fluffy towel. Susan Fellows was waiting for him when he returned to the kitchen, but by that time he needed a pee which he took in the staff toilet just off the scullery at the back of the kitchen. He had already discovered that he needed to wipe himself and his chastity with some paper when he had finished, but this time he noticed some blood. "Ms Fellows, may I ask you something?" "Yes Ellie." "Ms Fellows, this chastity device is too tight, I think it may have broken my skin." "Well I'm sorry Ellie but I'm sure it is the right size, I don't have a key, so you'll have to take it up with the Mistress." He told her he would be straight back and went to find his wife, who by this time was reading the paper in their library. He did all the right things, he knocked, waited to be invited in, curtseyed then asked for permission to speak. "Is it to do with something I need?" "Indirectly Mistress." "Well I'm not interested in 'indirectly', go away." "But Mistress I think this chastity is damaging me." "Ellie, you have brought all this on yourself, if you get damaged, so be it. Your bad behaviour so far has put you into negative territory when it comes to my deciding when to let you out. Now get on with your work girl." "If I can't do something about this, I won't be able to be your husband again." He paused, then added, "Mistress." "I don't care now get out!" she shouted. "If you speak again without being told, I'll get my riding crop out and thrash you." He was in tears by the time he rejoined Susan but she ignored them as she explained how all the different items of clothing were washed, something he already knew. With only a short break for lunch, he was washing and ironing for the rest of the day. His wife was out for the whole time but he was told to wait up for her in case she wanted anything before going to bed. She eventually arrived home at gone one in the morning, a little the worse for drink, telling him to follow her upstairs. "Undress me," she told him, giggling. "Tonight you're going to be the perfect lady's maid." Refusing her nightdress she lay on her back across the bed. "I need attention down there." She giggled again. "Use your talented mouth on me." He did as he was told, thankfully noticing that with about his sixth attempted erection of the day, it was becoming slightly less painful. What he also noticed was what he thought might be semen in her pussy but he wasn't convinced enough to make a thing of it and he had noticed similar in the past, so ignored it. After all, he told himself, she wouldn't be unfaithful to him, the idea was ridiculous. After bringing her to two orgasms she indicated that it was enough and allowed him to help her into her nightdress. Then he retired to his room where he realised that he'd forgotten to ask Ms Fellows about undoing his corset. At five he was again woken by his erection. This time it struck with renewed ferocity and the pain made him cry out. Down in the kitchen with his coffee he noticed, for the first time that the corset was no longer so tight on him. He realised that some of the relief may have been due to the material stretching, but he knew that mostly it was because he was eating so little. The downside was that he was feeling so weak he could barely lift anything without feeling dizzy. At eight thirty he took up his wife's breakfast, but when he knocked on the door all he heard was his wife shouting. "Go away! Don't come back until eleven!" He took the tray away and dumped the contents of the plates in the trash, throwing the coffee away as he took his black, but placing the squash in the fridge. He started to read the newspaper himself that was on the tray. In the jobs advertised he noticed that their main competitor in the IT business was looking for programmers. He was quite surprised that they were expanding at all as he knew they had taken quite a number of their clients from them. With time on his hands he started the preparation for the evening meal, then went to polish the dining room and library furniture. At eleven he again knocked on his wife's bedroom door. This time he was told to enter. "At last I've found the answer to a problem I had with Ms Fellows. She wanted to cut down her hours and now I've got a pathetic sissy to fill in for her." He felt himself blushing, but he said nothing, knowing that she was trying to goad him into a response. "Don't you wish you were a real man, Sissy?" "I am a man Mistress," he replied with a curtsey. "Ha! Perhaps I ought to get a man and bring him home to show you what I mean by a real man." He realised that she had woken in a bad mood and was trying to take it out on him but he couldn't stand it any longer. "Mistress, I am acting as your maid only because I love you, if that love is killed I will divorce you." She roared with laughter. "You'll divorce me? You'd be laughed at for the rest of your life. You'd have no home, no job and I would blackball you so you never got either again. The best you would be able to get would be a job as a waitress in one of my businesses or become a queer hooker if I didn't do that for you. Don't forget, the only clothes you've got now are the uniforms you work for me in." Fuming though he was, he decided to leave any further argument. She had finished eating by that time but again she insisted that he help her bathe then dress. His chastity was still painful, but thankfully not as bad as first thing in the morning. She didn't want lunch, having breakfasted so late and apart from serving her as her maid, he made Sunday dinner as usual, he had never minded cooking, so it wasn't much of a problem. She did want servicing with his mouth again that night, but other than that the day passed without further incident. Monday morning after she had her breakfast, he cleared up and had the kitchen spotless by the time Susan came in to work. She was surprised and actually praised him for the way the house looked. He said nothing of the weekend to her and proceeded, under her instructions to change his wife's bedding, wash and iron it, and then make a number of dishes and petit fours to freeze for future use. After giving the house the once over with vacuum and duster, he cooked his wife's evening meal and served it after she had her aperitif that evening. From Monday through to Friday it was all much the same except for the two evenings that she held her dance classes, when she ate out. He had to provide her with an oral service every night when she went to bed, but on her dance nights he noticed that she again had the thick juices inside her. He wasn't stupid and thought back to when it had happened in the past. On Tuesday Ms Fellows stripped him of his corset to allow him to shower, then refitted him with an even tighter one. She had noticed that he had lost weight, reported to their Mistress and she had arranged for this one to be delivered. On Saturday morning, after she had breakfasted, she told him that he would be working outside the house in the afternoon. Ms Fellows came in at lunchtime and after he had served his Mistress lunch, took him up to his room and removed his corset for him to shower again. It was replaced with an even tighter one, one which brought his waist measurement down to a mere eighteen inches, Ms Fellows was pleased to be able to tell him. This time he also had replacements for his uniforms, tailored to fit his new svelte figure. By this time as well, he noticed that he didn't feel pain when he knew he should be having an erection, there was just a dull ache all the time. After he had changed he was taken downstairs and shortly a minibus arrived to pick him up. He was among three girls, all in their teens, and a further four were picked up before they were all delivered to a convention centre on the outskirts of town. There they were sent to a large hall laid out with tables and they were tasked to set the tables they were allocated for a five course meal, for however many places on that sized table. He thought back to the invitation that his wife had given to his manager for a dinner by the Chamber of Commerce and realised that she was setting him up again. Worse was to follow though. Once the tables were all laid and various other tasks the girls were given, completed, they were sent to change into their uniforms for the evening. When he stepped into his dress, he remembered that it was a French themed evening. The waitresses, of which he was obviously one, were all dressed in what could only be described as pink French maids burlesque costumes. His was even labelled with his name 'Ellie' as the waist was so small. He already had on the pink stockings with pink six inch heeled shoes (he had wondered 'why pink?'). To these were added a dress so short that it would barely have covered his stocking tops even if it had hung down. As it was, it was held out almost horizontal by voluminous white net crinolines and was cut so low it gave the impression he had breasts by the pressure on the breast forms by his bra, pushing the flesh on his chest up. The costume was completed by white frilly pinafores and pink headpieces with white lace and two pink ribbons trailing down his back. All the waitresses were supplied with a frosted pink lipstick and a matching nail polish that they had to put on themselves. As he had suspected, once the guests were seated he went to his allocated tables to find, surprise, surprise, his wife was seated on one of his. Fortunately he was kept busy most of the time, as the demands for drinks at all his tables were frequent, but he noticed how close his wife was sitting to his boss. After the dinner the various awards were handed out. The usual things, the best new business, the best new innovation, the biggest expansion of workforce, all the types of things one would expect of a self congratulatory organisation. One award was a surprise to him though. The announcement was made by the chairman. "Now a special award made for the first time this year. Unfortunately I know the recipient can't be here tonight to accept it himself, but his wife I'm sure will accept it on his behalf. Ladies and gentlemen, the award for the employee most helpful to other members of the Chamber of Commerce is... Evan Jones of Your IT Services." Suddenly he realised that this was something that Kathlyn hadn't known about, something that she hadn't controlled. He laughed out loud as she went up to accept his award, red faced and saying nothing. By the time she got back into her seat he could see that she was furious, throwing the plaque and envelope at James Styles and telling him to take it. The rest of the evening went quietly, he only had to serve a few more drinks although after the alcohol intake of the men at his tables took effect, he found that he was being pinched and groped and it was as much as he could do to preserve the little dignity he had left. Then people started to get up to leave. Thankful that the evening was over, he joined the rest of the girls in doing a superficial clean up of the tables and surrounds, then went outside to the minibus to take them home. Some of the girls were pleased that they didn't have to change before they left, those ones saying how much their boyfriends were going to love the costumes before they had to take them back on the following Monday. He just knew that a further humiliation awaited him. Sure enough, when he was dropped off and made his way back into the house through the kitchen entrance he could hear his wife calling him. When he found her in their living room she was sat on the settee with his bosses arms round her. "Two large brandies and look sharp Ellie," she ordered. He did as she instructed but already knew how the evening was going to end. He wasn't wrong. He got himself a drink of water then returned to his wife. "Is there anything else Mistress?" he asked. "No, you may go to bed but it will be two breakfasts at nine tomorrow morning Ellie, and wear that outfit, it looks so suitable for you," she looked at him, challenging him to say something. He didn't. He spent another night with little sleep, his chastity wasn't hurting so much now, but it was a constant pain rather than sharp. Again he was drinking coffee in the kitchen not long after five. He had soon made up his mind. He wasn't just a geek at work. Up in the attic another of the rooms held his various bits and pieces that he had played with over the years. He hadn't done much with them since he moved them here when he got married, but now he searched through the items and found what he was looking for. It was a miniature camera in the form of a button badge looking like a tiny flower. At nine he took their breakfasts up to them. As he walked in and placed the tray on the chest it was James Styles that spoke. "I must say Evan, sorry you're Ellie now aren't you? That costume is so fetching on you, give us a twirl, let's see your tush." "At least I've never committed adultery," he told the naked man. "Right, that's it, I warned you." Kathlyn jumped out of bed and got something out of her closet. "Get hold of him James." His boss got out of the bed and got hold of his wrist. "Over the bed with him," Ellie was thrown across the bed and Styles put one of his legs across the back of Ellie's and held his body down with his arms. Kathlyn proceeded to whip him with her riding crop. She didn't stop until he was bleeding and begging for mercy. "Are you going to behave like the slave that you are?" she screamed at him. "Yes Mistress, yes, yes. Please mistress have mercy." "You will do everything I say without hesitation?" She made it a question to which he agreed. "If I ever hear you so much as utter a sound without permission those will seem like gentle taps, do you understand?" He agreed, but she wasn't finished. "You will be my maid twenty four seven, every day of the year and be glad to do it. If I tell you to jump, you jump and if it's not high enough I'll whip you again until it is. You will look forward to my every word as if your life depends on it because it does. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." He was still sobbing. "Oh I do love you having your own personal slave," Styles told her, "it's been worth the hassle at work to hear the sissy cry like that." "Our breakfast is cold now thanks to you," she told Ellie. "Go and make us fresh while we work up an appetite." She jumped back onto the bed and into her lover's arms while he picked up the tray and returned with it downstairs. He returned twenty minutes later to find them sweaty and exhausted and ready to eat. Styles stayed until mi-morning when they told him they would be in to dinner at seven for seven thirty, but just as they left Kathlyn couldn't resist one more twist of the knife, "You are such a worthless, stupid sissy. I've been having James for months now but I didn't have an excuse that would keep my money by the pre-nup you signed. Now I can get rid of you for being a sissy and it won't cost me a penny. I even knew about your little hobby before we were married, I'm not going to tell you how, but I always thought that it would be a good back up if I wanted to get rid of you. "Just think, you've been sucking his cum out of me for months and not known it, you really are stupid." He may have been naive, but he wasn't stupid. Theirs was a very large house and it wasn't long before he found an old pair of his shoes and a worn out but clean shirt in the garage. In his attic den he had some jeans and a jacket and also there, in a drawer he found the bank card he had for his own personal account which was still active and had a good balance in it. He hadn't used it since he had a corporate one. He washed off his make up, washed and combed his hair and used a solvent from the garage to remove his breasts and nails. He picked up his laptop, his award plaque, with a cheque for five hundred pounds in the envelope, his car keys and left the house. It was hard for him to describe his feelings when he left. Overall it was relief, but he was sad as well. He really had loved Kathlyn and thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Now he wanted rid, but first of all he had to get some rest. He booked into an anonymous hotel and for the first job telephoned a twenty four hour locksmith service. He thought it would be a simple matter, but after his chastity was removed both he and the locksmith looked in horror. The man gave him a lift to the local hospital where they had to treat him for blood poisoning. The wounds on his penis had become sceptic. As they told him that he would have to be admitted, he cancelled his room, he'd left nothing in it, and phoned an old school friend of his, Mike Hunt, who had become a lawyer by profession. His lawyer then phoned the police who came to take a statement and photographs of his injuries. It was such a long story though, and it being Sunday, it was put on hold until the next morning. For the first time in what seemed like ages, he had a good night's sleep. When Kathlyn and Styles arrived back at the house on the Sunday evening, they had been in the golf club bar most of the afternoon, so were quite happy by the time they got back to the house. It first struck them as odd that there were no lights on. When Ellie wasn't there to open the door for them, his wife became quite annoyed. By the time she found that dinner wasn't ready she was furious. She stormed round the house looking for him, finally seeing that his car wasn't there. It came as a bit of a shock to her, to realise that he had left. "I'll make the sissy suffer for this," she told her lover. They were then faced with a practicality and solved it by ordering a take-away Chinese meal to be delivered. When they went to bed, she did nothing to clean up their mess, happy to make her maid do whatever was needed when he eventually came crawling back. As they left for work the next morning Susan was just arriving. "When Ellie gets back, tell her that she's in big trouble," Kathlyn told her. "Where is he?" she asked. "No idea, got the hump somewhere but he's got nowhere to go, so it won't be long before he's back." With that they got into Kathlyn's car and set of to their offices. She was just putting on her jacket to go to lunch when Kathlyn's secretary showed two police officers in. Her immediate thought was that they had got a result catching a shoplifter that she'd complained about. They introduced themselves. "You've got him then?" she asked. "Got who madam?" the puzzled chief Inspector asked. "The shoplifter of course, why else would you bother me?" "No madam, you are Mrs Kathlyn Jones?" When she agreed she was, he continued, "You are under arrest for assault causing grievous bodily harm" and continued with the statutory warnings. She looked at them blankly. She just knew that there was some sort of mistake, then she remembered whipping Ellie. She had started to stand but collapsed back in her seat, then thought she was in some sort of dream as she was handcuffed and taken out of her private office, across the general office in front of her staff. "How could you do this?" she demanded. "I'll sue you for wrongful arrest. Don't you realise who I am?" Over at the IT Division, James Styles was being treated the same way and at the house Susan Fellows was also picked up. As Kathlyn arrived at the police station a man handed her some papers and had her sign for them. As she sat in an interview room waiting for her solicitor, she had a brief look at them and was shocked to discover that they were divorce papers, a private prosecution for damages and a restraining order preventing her from going home or being within five hundred feet of her husband. By the time her lawyer arrived she was ready to burst into flames. She couldn't believe the little sissy would do such a thing and she demanded that her lawyer sort it out immediately so that she could go home. Taken aback by her claim that it was all a misunderstanding, he hurriedly looked through the papers he had been given by the police as he walked in the building. He at first couldn't believe that they could possibly have a case against her but asked for her patience for a few minutes while he looked at their evidence. "Tell me you didn't make your husband your maid?" Well. Yes, she did, she agreed. "You didn't fit him with a chastity device that has caused him serious injury?" "Well not serious injury, it was just a bit uncomfortable for him," she conceded. "Have you seen the hospital report saying he may lose his penis?" "Good, he deserves to." The lawyer wasn't too pleased with that answer. "You didn't whip him until he bled, did you?" "He deserved it, he was cheeky to my boyfriend, I mean a man that was in my house." "Were the two of you naked when Mr Styles held him down while you whipped him?" "He can't prove that," she said with confidence. The lawyer took a deep breath. "Mrs Jones, I have to tell you that your husband was wearing a small camera from the time he entered your bedroom and found Mr Styles there to the time when you left for work telling him that you knew about his transvestism before you were married and that he, and I quote, 'been sucking his cum out of me for months'. It's all been recorded I'm afraid." He shuddered and spoke the words as if he'd just been forced to do the sucking. Kathlyn gave a strangled cry. If only she hadn't wanted him to suffer so much, she thought, but it was too late now. "Isn't there a law that stops people recording others when they don't know?" she suddenly thought that she'd found a way out. "Not in their own homes there isn't." He took another breath. "Did you pay him for working as a maid?" "No of course not, he's my husband." "I'm afraid that you've already admitted that he was a slave on the recording and the prosecutor's taken advantage of that to add slavery to your charges." It was at that point that she started to cry. James Styles was faring little better. On legal advice he decided to admit to the assault charges so long as no others were brought. At Evan's request they went easy on Susan, as he pointed out, she did little and would have been sacked if she hadn't obeyed. The police agreed to drop charges against her in return for her testimony against Kathlyn. Against the odds, Evan did recover. It was a slow process and touch and go at one stage, but massive doses of antibiotics won the day. At his civil proceedings Evan got his divorce and the pre-nuptial agreement was set aside because of his wife's actions. It transpired that the so called 'dance classes' were actually quite infrequent and it was then she was having her affair. As they hadn't been married long, he just won the IT Division of her businesses, but as damages for her assaults on him he won the equivalent of half her other assets excluding her family home, which she kept. That still represented a substantial fortune that he had gained. In addition the criminal court sentenced her to five years imprisonment and Styles got three years. When he had been forced out of his IT job, Styles had taken on two people from their rivals to replace him, and now Evan was in charge he decided that the business could grow to keep them and that proved to be the case. He enjoyed his work and it wasn't long before he was taking on even more staff and expanding nationally. His private life was virtually non-existent for a while, his confidence had taken a battering, but eventually the right woman came along for him. He was upfront from the beginning about his dressing and she accepted it totally. She even persuaded him to go shopping with her en-femme, she explained to him that she loved having a girl and boyfriend all rolled into one. His activities were curtailed somewhat, once they started a family, but he loved her so much and that love was reciprocated. It was a couple of years later that he heard that his ex-wife was made a butch lesbian's bitch while inside, apparently it amused the inmates to have a 'posh bit' as a slave. Talk about poetic justice.