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GOING TOO FAR This is the story of lifelong friends, Jenny and Carol, who married but still retained that friendship. They were so close that they even held a double wedding when they were just twenty three years old. Jenny married James, a year younger than her, while Bob, who worked with James, completed the foursome by marrying Carol when he was just twenty. At the 'girls' insistence they moved to nice, detached houses, out in the countryside but within only a couple of hundred yards and still next door to each other. As neighbours, the wives could continue their friendship, calling on each other for coffee mornings and often dining together, although Bob rather than Carol was the cook in their household. One year after their nuptials Jenny won the lottery, a rollover prize of more than a hundred million. It was something the friends had dreamt about, and as they had dreamed, Jenny split it down the middle with her best friend. Both the husbands had been quite well off before they married, so they were content with where they lived, but the women wanted their men to stop working so that they could do the things together that their dreams had carried them. Neither was very keen, they enjoyed their work in programming, but being good husbands they fell in with the wishes of their wives. After they had the obligatory major holiday on a private island in the Caribbean, they returned home, bought their expensive cars, had a huge swimming pool dug between the two properties so they could be together and went clothes shopping on a grand scale. It was after such a trip and while their husbands were selecting new P.C.s for themselves that Jenny giggled and told Carol she had something to tell her. "I got James dressed in my clothes last week." She spoke so quietly that she had to repeat herself. "I put make up on him and everything." "Didn't he object?" "Of course he did, at first, but I'd read about how quite a large percentage of men harbour secret desires to show their feminine side and when they do they make even better lovers." She giggled again. "And it's true. God the sex while he was dressed was fantastic." "Why should it make a difference?" Carol was intrigued, it was something she'd thought about a long time before when she'd seen a drag act on stage, but she'd not reconsidered it. "Well, what they say, and they don't pretend it's always the case, sometimes it brings out the submissive part of a man's character, so they make sure they do all the things in bed to please their partners. He went down on me both before and after we had normal sex, I recon I must have had at least five orgasms, more than I've ever had at one time before." "It's funny," Carol got to thinking, "we've both married men that could look quite feminine, do you think it says something about us?" Both of them thought back to the time they had experimented with girl on girl sex. It was something that seemed to come naturally from spending so much time together, but while they both admitted it was fun, neither of them felt it was a substitute for a boyfriend. "Perhaps there is just a little bit of lesbian inside each of us, I certainly didn't hate the experience, so perhaps that would account for our choice of men." They both laughed at Jenny's observation. "I wonder if I could get Bob into skirts?" Carol spoke her thought out loud but Jenny was quick to pick up on it so she continued. "I'm sure he would kick against me being dominating to start with, but you say that most men accept it when it becomes inevitable?" "I'm sure you could, I think Bob's struck me as being even more compliant than my James and I found it easy enough with a combination of bossing him and a bit of old fashioned seductive suggestion. It's just that to begin with you've got to be really tough with him before he'll admit that he actually likes it." Jenny was enthusiastic and explained, "You know all Bob's measurements, after our first impromptu session, I got a whole load of stuff from the 'Magic Woman' shop in town, do you know where it is?" "I think so, but I thought it was the sort of shop call girls use." "Look there's no time like the present, let's both go down there now and get Bob kitted out you never know, I'll probably find some more things for James." With that instant decision the went off on another shopping spree, this time without themselves in mind, or to be more exact, not with things to wear themselves in mind. Looking round what was clearly a sex shop as well as selling party, nightclub or just fun clothes for women. Carol was amazed at the goods available and decided that she had a far more closeted upbringing than she had realised. She looked knowingly at Jenny as she held up a double ended dildo with a smile on her face. "This is my idea of a toy shop." She laughed. Then they walked further down the isle and came across some things that Carol didn't understand. "Chastity cages. There are different sorts," Jenny explained, holding various ones up. "This is one of the nastiest, there's no visible lock and can you see it has spikes on the inside? They aren't sharp but they protrude a long way so that if he gets an erection they dig into his tool most painfully. This model in the same range holds batteries so that you can use this remote to give him a painful shock. This one is amazing, it also has a similar principle as they use on some supermarket trolleys, if you go out of a certain area, it also gives the man a shock to send him back. I'm not sure I like the idea of anyone in an escape proof prison." By now they were each having a giggling fit, but both were so turned on by their thoughts that eventually they discussed the practicalities of fitting their husbands with the objects. They finally agreed on the model they would use, it controlled the men with the shocks but decided against anything that would be painful, so long as they did as they were told. Unbeknown to Jenny though, Carol swapped hers for the one that gave painful erections and had automatic electric control, externally they looked the same. They moved on to the aisle with the breast forms, Jenny had already bought a pair for James and on her recommendation, Carol bought the same top of the range ones for Bob, with a 'D' cup size. Then Jenny took her friend over to the clothes rails, including corsets, specifically ones holding lace-up boned models. "I took advice on these when I came here before," she told Carol. "It will be best eventually to get corsets custom made for them, but they can get a bit of a shape with one of these before lacing them in even tighter. I got one like this." She held up a model that reached from just below the bra to about mid-stomach. Carol sorted through and got one like it in pink rather than the white that James already had. This was teamed up with a selection of bra and panty sets and stockings, then a couple of nightdresses before they moved on to dresses. Here Carol could hardly control herself, she became that turned on. There on the rails were fancy French maid's costumes, and she actually squealed when she held a pink one up and discovered so many petticoats and crinolines sewn into it, making it more like a ballet tutu. She quickly found Bob's size and into the shopping trolley it went, together with cap and apron to match. Shoes were the next item, and again she could again hardly contain herself when she saw the selection. Jenny suggested a pair with lockable ankle straps, she said that she would get a pair for James, because she caught him slipping the pair she bought him previously off his feet while he rested. They looked at six and even seven inch pairs, but decided, on balance to stick to just five inch heels, being ones their men would just about be able to cope with. This was because they wanted to be really able to use their husbands to work round the house and to do that, they had to be able to walk. The shop had become fairly quiet, as it was getting late in the day, so they were able to discuss their husbands with the woman shop owner, Ellen Sharpe. She advised them to bring their husbands in to be measured for corsets and costumes for future purchases. She told them that they had private visits on late evenings during the week, by arrangement, and they could include a hairdresser and a cosmetologist who would either apply a semi-permanent make up or would teach them how to use normal day to day ones. When Ellen asked about wigs, both women agreed that although their husbands' hair wasn't long by women's standards, it was by men's, so they both had the length that could be styled. They made an appointment for two days later at six for both of them. They chatted on for a while, finding that the shop owner had a number of useful tips for the wives. "From what you say, Carol," Ellen asked, "you are a little bit worried about your husband admitting that he wants this, he'll insist that he doesn't like it even though you know he does?" "Well, I'm sure I can do it, but what do you suggest?" "If I were you, I'd just buy him a nightdress for his first experience. That way he will associate it with getting his end away and he'll see that you're not making fun of him for being more feminine. That's the frame of mind you want him in and do that for two nights, then the following day dress him in nice looking street clothes, perhaps a suit. The next move is to expose him to your friend here who will pretend not to know him, giving him more confidence and that will lead on to taking him out. That should be late in the day and you can bring him here where we will use the things you've bought here so he'll come home as your maid, we always guarantee results." Carol was impatient to see him in a skirt, but realised that the woman knew what she was talking about. Having explained that he didn't go to work, so that wouldn't cause problems, she agreed that a way to trap him in the clothes for a while was to use the semi-permanent make up on him, so he couldn't wash it off. Jenny was adamant, in spite of Carol trying to change her mind, that she wanted nothing done to James that was the slightest bit difficult to remove. "Well, I know what Jenny wants, but how far do you want to go with Bob, Carol? We offer silver, gold or platinum levels." Before she had a chance to explain the differences, Carol interrupted her. "The platinum of course!" she exclaimed. "Don't you want to know what that entails Carol?" Ellen asked. "No, I've decided I want a surprise." "Well I can tell you now that the changes are quite dramatic, but although it takes some trouble and time to change back, nothing we do is more permanent than pierced ears. Is that OK?" "Sure it is, it's perfect." Carol smiled. "With the platinum service, I advise the longer corset, one which has bust support." She nodded her agreement. "Now what are their fem. names?" The women hadn't thought of that and spent a little while deciding on names for their spouses. They eventually decided that James would be known as Jasmine and as Bob was going to be a French maid he would be Elle, or 'She' in English. All three women laughed out loud when Ellen had come up with that idea and they were still laughing in the car on the way home. That night in bed, as they started their preamble to what Bob found was a very vigorous start to the night's enjoyment, Carol suddenly stopped him and told him that she wanted to try something different, did he mind? Well of course he didn't, although he was a little surprised to see her jump out of bed, open a drawer and pull out a very sexy red nylon nightdress that he didn't recognise. He was even more surprised when she started to pull it over his head. "What are you doing?" he asked, but the only reply he got was her continuing to pull it down over his chest. "Doesn't this feel nice?" she asked as she rubbed his nipples through the silky material. "Oh yes," he replied, thinking that she was referring to her hand movements. "I just knew you'd love it darling, it really turns me on, making me really hot." The sex that followed was highly satisfying for the both of them. The next morning Carol wanted to talk about it. "You know that you dressing in sexy clothes really turns me on. You did enjoy it last night, didn't you?" "I don't mind, so long as it's something you want my love," he told her. Later that day he picked up James on their way to a game of golf that they had promised themselves for some time, but for one reason or another it had been put off several times. Bob thought carefully and decided to ask the advice of his slightly older but certainly more worldly wise friend. "James," he took a deep breath, "have you ever come across a woman that wanted to put you in a nightdress at bedtime?" James hesitated so long Bob thought that perhaps he had asked something that was in some way wrong. Eventually James asked him to pull over in the far side of the club car park and turn off the motor. "Bob, I have a confession to make, but it is embarrassing and I wouldn't like it to go any further. Jenny does that to me sometimes, and more. What I've never told her is that ever since I was very young I've loved the feel of women's clothes and tried on both my sister's and my mother's things. I want you to know though that I'm strictly heterosexual. Now that Jenny wants to dress me, I love it although I have to pretend that I'm just putting up with it. "I overheard them talking on the phone last night and I knew that Carol was going to do the same to you. All I would say is that if it's something that your wife wants, she enjoys it and you don't mind, go along with it. You might come to like it yourself, but I do think that you have to explain to her that you are only doing it because you love her and want to please her. You shouldn't have to do anything that goes beyond your comfort zone. "Does that answer your question?" "Thank you, yes it does, thank you for being so open with me." Bob realised that he was talking to a true friend. "There is one other thing though," James continued. "From that call I got the impression that they are arranging for us both to meet up en femme tomorrow sometime and they've got some scheme brewing. I'm quite happy to go along with it for obvious reasons, but how do you feel?" "Well, I can't say I'm happy, but I don't believe that Carol would do anything to hurt me and having you there will help, so I'll play along and see where it leads us both." They left it at that and went off for their game but it came as no surprise when he was again put in a nightdress when they went to bed. His consolation was that the sex was again quite memorable. The next morning though it came as little surprise to him when Carol presented him with all the clothes to dress him a skirt and blouse. He was taken aback to find the lengths she had gone to, fitting him with a pair of very realistic breasts that she glued in place and she even had a pair of shoes with three inch heels that fitted him, so she had obviously bought them specially. His nature always had meant that he avoided confrontation wherever possible so he took the whole thing in good spirits. He did follow his friend's advice, however, and had a fairly serious word with Carol when she asked him how he felt. "I don't mind doing this if it makes you happy my love, but you must know that it doesn't do a whole load for me." "But you look so good darling, here let me do your hair and put some lipstick on you." She was thoroughly enjoying herself and knew in her mind that his reluctance was purely down to his male ego. By the time she had finished fussing with him they were both amazed how passable he was. There were enough 'tells' of course, his eyebrows were too thick, his legs, while not hirsute, did show a little more hair under his tights than would be acceptable in company, but his face was otherwise androgynous, his figure wasn't bad and his legs were long and shapely. After lunch they were just sitting down catching up with the newspapers that they had neglected in the morning, when the doorbell rang. "Go and answer the door darling," Carol asked him. He wouldn't have if he hadn't already been warned by James that they would be calling, so he pretended a reluctant obedience and welcomed there friends at the door. "Is that really you Bob?" Jenny asked. "You look great, this is a friend of mine, Jasmine, we've just called over to introduce her to you both." Bob was genuinely shocked at the appearance of James. It was also very obvious that, while he was interested in Bob's appearance, he really was preening himself with his new feminine persona. He was wearing a powder blue dress with a tight skirt that came down to about two inches above his knees and it was clear that his legs had been denuded of hair. He walked on his three inch heels as if he had been doing it half his life, something that Bob knew was almost literally true, unlike himself who was definitely still very wobbly. The sat and chatted for some time in their living room but just before four o'clock Bob and Jasmine went and prepared an almost formal afternoon tea for them all. Everyone found their actions highly amusing, even Bob could appreciate the funny side of it. When that was finished and cleared away, Jenny suggested a ride out in their car. It didn't come as the surprise they gave the impression of to their wives, but with a feigned reluctance they agreed. The two men looked at each other with a subtle smile, sat in the rear seats, but Bob was more nervous than Jasmine who was secretly having the time of his life. It had never ever in the past occurred to the former to go out dressed in skirts and he would have laughed at anyone that had suggested it. This feeling turned to horror as the pulled into a car park at the rear of a row of suburban shops when he realised that he was expected to get out of the safety of the car. "Don't worry Bob," Carol told him, "we've arranged for you both to have your hair and a couple of other things done but the salon is officially closed so no one else will see you." "I'm sorry Carol, but I'm not really comfortable with this." He appealed to Jasmine with his eyes. Of course the other man was enjoying himself and was immediately in love with the idea of using a women's salon, so while he was sympathetic to his compatriot he didn't want to miss out on the experience. "Don't forget that you've got me to lean on, Bob, don't worry no one in there will know you and you'll never see them again." By this time Jasmine was out of the car and lent down, offering his hand to the very unhappy Bob. He looked at the offered hand and the thought occurred to him that the person it belonged to was actually looking forward to the anticipated pampering. So rather than let everyone down, he took the Jasmine's hand and was led into the back door of the salon. They were taken from the corridor at the entrance, to separate rooms so Bob no longer had his protector with him. He was placed in a typical salon chair but his nervousness was obvious. "Here, drink this tea," Ellen told him, "it is camomile so it will help you relax." He looked round and saw that the two wives had also disappeared, so he nodded at the smiling stranger and sipped the drink while she started to fiddle with various items of equipment. He had only just handed back the empty cup when he was overcome with tiredness so closed his eyes. It was hours before he woke up. The first thing that was done to him was he was stripped of all his clothes, two younger women had come in to help Ellen with this awkward task. They then depilated him all over using a combination of wax strips, lasers and tweezers on his eyebrows, reducing them to two very fine lines of hair that were only just visible. An ice-pack was pushed against his manhood and the two halves of the chastity device that Carol had already purchased pushed together in place with an audible 'snap' as it was locked on him with no visible means of undoing it. A fourth woman entered the room wearing surgical scrubs. From a tray of sterilised tools she first used a syringe to inject a liquid into his lips, plumping them out. It wasn't Botox which would have been more permanent, but a liquid that would dissolve into the blood stream in a few weeks. She made a small incision some two inches or so below each nipple and used steel tools to form a pocket above each cut then fed an object that looked like a deflated balloon into the space. Once she was satisfied that it was properly in place, she slowly filled the balloons, via a syringe and tube, with a saline solution. The other women watched with fascination as his 'breasts' slowly grew on his chest. With the skin stretched tight, she finished her work by sealing and tucking away the tiny tubes, then closing each incision with a surgical super-glue. A heavy bra was fitted to his chest to ensure a good shape to his 'girls'. Once the surgeon had left with Ellen, the two remaining women set to work on their jobs, one working on his hair, the other filing, then roughening his nails to make the glue attaching long false nails more secure. By the time they had finished that phase, his previously mousey brown hair was a curly platinum blonde with bright red nails extending at least half an inch beyond his natural ones. Then both women turned their attention to his make up. A smooth base coat to his face was overlaid on his cheeks with a little blush, false lashes above and below his eyes were glued on and his eyebrows, lids and lips were painted in. His lips also received a layer of gloss over the bright red dye that matched his nails, ensuring that these most feminine of decorations shouted their presence to anyone who even just glanced at him. A U.V. lamp was placed over their work to set the dyes they had used and while that was working they pierced his ears in three places each. Studs with imitation pink diamonds were placed in the upper holes, the lowest ones were fitted with cores that allowed pendant earrings to be used straight away so duly attached were little chandeliers with three pink bells on each. The woman first used a tool to slightly flatten the protruding prong of each earring, to prevent the butterfly fastener being removed, then they were made doubly secure by cold soldiering. They could then start to get him dressed and to do this they first taped his hands to a short bar on a chain hanging from the ceiling. An electric motor then lifted him by his arms out of his seat and continued until the tips of his toes were only just touching the floor. One woman wrapped the corset round his torso, removing the bra he was wearing as his breasts were now supported by the cups on the corset. The other woman secured the front busk fastenings, then started to pull in the laces. In a series of tightening moves they eventually had his waist down to six inches less than his natural measurement. The lace was tied off, then a cover flapped over it and its zip secured with a tiny padlock. While he was hanging there they placed the pink stockings up his legs and attached them to the suspenders on the corset, pulled a panty girdle over the corset, then placed his feet in the five inch heeled pink shoes that Carol had bought and locked them on. As they lowered him, his pink uniform with the crinolines was slid up his body, his arms released and passed through the decorative cap sleeves, enabling the dress to be zipped up. He was finished off with the hostess apron and the cap pinned on his head. Ellen returned and the three of them stood for a moment, admiring him. Asleep in the chair was the sexiest French maid they had ever seen. Ellen administered the antidote to the anaesthetic he had been given and called in his wife and friends. Jasmine had been finished for a while and while pretending indifference, was over the moon with his make over. He'd had no need of the depilation, but otherwise had almost the same treatment as Bob, but with significant exceptions. His chastity was uncomfortable when he got hard, as he was from the moment he had seen himself, but not painful. He'd had no need of the knock out because he hadn't been given the surgical procedure and he wasn't wearing a costume but was smartly dressed, casual enough to do housework in the clothes he had on, even though he realised it would be difficult in his five inch heels he loved them. As Bob came round he saw the people all standing looking at him and smiling. He smiled back. "I think I must have dropped off," he told them, then a flood of information was processed by his brain. The black flapping things on his eyes when he blinked, the pain in his chest causing difficulty breathing, he glanced down and at the same moment took in his fingernails and the two protuberances on his chest, escaping from the top of his dress. "What the hell have you done to me?" he practically shouted. "Don't worry." Ellen had stepped forward and spoke firmly to him. "nothing done to you is permanent. Most of it can be removed in about the same time as it took to do so why can't you just go with the flow and enjoy a little make believe for a while, if nothing else to give some pleasure to your wife." He was swept up by Jenny and Jasmine, who had to introduce himself because he didn't recognise his friend of many years. As he struggled to stand on the stilt heels Carol came over and kissed him deeply saying what a wonderful husband he was and how happy she was with his appearance. Still glaring for as long as he could at Ellen, he was led from the building and back to Jenny's car. He only then started to recognise that he was wearing a bizarre version of a maid's dress. Except for the tinkling of his earrings he was silent all the way back home, him and Carol being dropped off without their friends, as they felt that the couple had issues that had to be resolved between themselves. The first thing that Bob did was to look at himself in the hall mirror. He nearly passed out at the sight of the unrecognisable figure in front of him. "Why did you want to do this to me?" he asked his wife. "Oh stop being a Prima Donna Elle." She looked at him and laughed. "You're a beautiful French maid, make the most of it and you can start by getting me a drink, I'll have a large brandy. Oh, and you can serve it in the living room and don't forget to put it on one of those little silver trays behind the bar." He tottered off to do as he was told, the earrings driving him mad and wondering why the hell he should go along with this, even for a minute. He reviewed all the changes that had been made to him and worried about everything in turn, could the breasts really just be temporary? Even a simple thing like pouring a drink was difficult with the finger nails he had. He couldn't work out which was more uncomfortable, the corset crushing his torso or the shoes holding his feet at such an unnatural angle or whatever it was round his privates, both heavy and awkward. Then he considered that he still loved his wife so perhaps he should just play along until she got bored. Then it struck him; had she called him Elle? He queried it as he served her brandy. "Well, Elle, as you're a French maid don't you think you should have a French name? I can hardly call my maid Bob, can I?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Go and get my supper now, I don't want a great deal, after all we had a quite filling afternoon tea. Serve mine in the dining room, you can have yours in the kitchen after I've finished." "Yes Ma'am, anything you want ma'am." He made it very obviously sarcastic, even giving a little dip of a curtsey. "Very good Elle, you seem to be learning fast." He stormed out of the room and back to the kitchen before he said something he would later regret. He plated up a simple salad with a fresh bread roll, placed it on the dining table and went to get her. Stay here while I eat Elle," she told him, "you can top up my wine glass, that is if you take the trouble to open a bottle of white wine for me. There's one in the fridge." "What did your last slave die of?" he muttered. "Backchat, so be careful girl." He left to get the bottle, surprised that she'd heard him. While waiting on his wife and cleaning up after her meal, that evening, he came to a conclusion. He would allow her the pleasure she obviously gained from her supposed domination of him for two days clear, then on the third full day he would call a halt to it. He would return to the salon and have them reverse everything they could. He realised that it would take a while for his eyebrows to grow back, and he would just have his hair cut in a masculine style, he could live with being a blonde for a while but there must be cleansers that would remove his make up. When it came to bedtime however, he changed his mind and rapidly. Carol had him come up to the bedroom with her and asked him to help her undress. He had undone her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders when he became aroused with the inevitable result. His penis engorged but without the space to expand within the chastity device locked on him. With surprise and pain he yelped, fruitlessly trying to pull the thing off him. "What's the matter?" asked Carol, then laughed. "Oh I know, you've found the little bumps in your fitting." "Get this thing off me," Elle told her desperately. "I can't." "What do you mean 'you can't'? You had it put on me, take it off." "It's quite simple Elle, I haven't got the key. Ellen at the salon gave it to one of her girls who has taken a month's leave. She's been told to bring it back when she returns to work and then they'll post it to me, so it's no use you complaining, it's on you for at least a month." Carol was laughing by the time she'd explained Elle's problem. "Well, if I'm doing without sex for a month, so are you and you can do without your maid as well, I've just gone on strike." Elle didn't admit that was the least of his problem, but again Carol laughed. "Oh no!" His wife was serious suddenly. "I won't stand for insubordination from my maid, she took hold of something that had been hanging round her neck on a substantial chain, it looked like the remote key for a car. She pressed the button. Elle screamed with pain and fell to the floor again gripping his crotch. "Now are you going to behave like a proper maid? Or do you want convincing again?" "W..W.What did you do?" Elle could hardly get his breath and was still shaking. "It's just a little way I have of convincing you that you are going to do as I say. Do you want to try being rude to your Mistress again?" "No." Elle was shocked that she could behave that way towards him. He remembered telling James that she would never do anything to hurt him, and here she was, doing exactly that. "No, Mistress!" she exclaimed. "No Mistress," he repeated after her but very subdued. "Now carry on undressing me." He continued to strip her off, dropped her nightdress over her head then turned back the bed. She laid down but didn't pull the duvet over her, she just laid there. "Get between my legs girl," she told him. He knew exactly what she then wanted so crawled between her thighs and started lapping at her pussy. He'd done this many times, but always as a prelude to intercourse. Now he wasn't even turned on by it, feeling fear rather than love, working hurriedly to get it over and done with, but it wasn't until he felt her shudder for the third time that she told him that she'd had enough. "Your things are in the box room at the other end of the corridor, Elle. From now on that's the maid's room. You're the maid and remember it, it's you that is now responsible not only for cooking and serving me, I've cancelled the cleaners so you will do all that as well. Bring my breakfast in bed at eight thirty in the morning, don't forget to knock on the door and wait until I tell you to enter. Now go!" That his wife hadn't noticed that he'd not eaten saddened him even more than the sorry state he was in. He started to undress for bed himself when he realised that he could unlock neither his shoes nor corset. He just took off what he could and tried to sleep. It was hours before he dropped off, but was then woken by the pain of his earrings pulling and an early morning erection at not long after five. He got up, did his usual routine including trying to wash off his make up, all that did was to make it appear brighter. He put on the same costume as he had taken off the night before then went to the kitchen to make himself coffee. The only consolation he had was that both high heels and corset were not as uncomfortable as they both were the evening before. He sat drinking several cups before he noticed that time was getting on and he should start her breakfast. She hadn't specified what she wanted and normally she knew that if she hadn't told him beforehand, when he got the meal he would cook something tasty for her. That morning he had no inclination to do more than was absolutely essential to fulfil her order. At eight thirty exactly, he knocked on the bedroom door. When told to enter he presented her with a tray holding a cup of coffee, a glass of orange and a bowl of cornflakes. "Is this all I get for breakfast Elle?" She looked at him and smiled, expecting his usual smile back. "You ordered breakfast Mistress, is this not what you ordered?" he scowled. "You know perfectly well that you normally get me a special breakfast if you bring it to me in bed." He just stood back and stared across the room in the same manner as he had the previous evening at dinner. She decided not to press the matter. "Run my bath." He went to the en suite and turned on the taps then just stood there rather than return to her presence. He made sure that the water was only just acceptably warm so that when Carol stepped into it she complained. "This bath isn't hot enough and where are the bath salts or one of my oils?" "Sorry Mistress, you only asked me to run the bath." She realised that he was speaking with a constantly flat tone to his voice and was being deliberately obstructive. She decided that he was just sulking and that she would just let him get over it. She asked for him to find her blue dress with the white collar and lie it on the bed, together with matching underwear and pale blue sandals. Making a point at her expense, he walked into her closet and searched until he found what he was looking for, it was a blue and white striped dress in lightweight nylon with a white collar that zipped up the front and he knew she had used for doing the housework before they had hired a cleaning service. He found a dark blue bra and panty set but couldn't find an unhelpful alternative to her blue sandals, which he also put out ready. That done, he took the used breakfast tray back to the kitchen. When he used to help Carol with the cleaning he was always very fussy and things were no different now he had to take it up again. He had never found it a particularly onerous chore the way Carol had and he would have been quite happy to get the vacuum cleaner out and start dusting if it wasn't for the stupid shoes and corset he was wearing. They weren't as painful now, but made life bending and reaching so much more difficult. By the time Carol came down he was dusting their dining table, getting a gleam that hadn't shone from it since the last time he did it himself. "Don't think I haven't realised what you are trying to do," Carol told him. "You knew perfectly well those weren't the clothes or undies I asked you to get out." "Sorry Mistress, I'm doing my best," he replied with another scowl. She pulled one of the dining chairs out and told him to stand to attention a couple of feet in front of it. He could see that she was hiding something behind her back but didn't know what. "Now keep your feet together exactly where they are and lean forward until you can rest your weight by placing your hands on the far side of the seat." She adjusted his stance until she was satisfied. "Now I'm pretty certain that you like the idea of being punished as a maid, otherwise you'd try harder. If you move an inch I'll use the shock treatment on you, do you understand?" He nodded, uncertain that his voice would be civil enough. At that moment his behind caught fire, at least it felt like it. Never in his life had he been caned and now he could see that she used a riding crop to hit him. "Stop that!" he exclaimed and stood up reaching to take the crop from her hand but she was quicker in her response. She hit the remote button and he could only collapse with the jolt of the shock to his privates. "You obviously want to be punished Elle, well today's your lucky day," she told him to get back in the position. "You were only going to have six strokes, but now it will be twelve." "Why are you being so nasty to me?" he asked between what were now sobs with tears running down his face. "I've never done anything to hurt you." "Stop that crying you're an adult not a baby." If she had stopped to think, she could probably have worked out that he really wasn't enjoying a moment of his feminisation, but she was exciting herself too much to give his feelings a thought. With each strokes of the crop she was getting wetter and wetter panties. "Are you satisfied with that, or are you going to play up some more?" she demanded. "And another thing, you'll maintain a smile on your lips from now on. If I catch you scowling again, you'll get another shock and twelve strokes. That especially applies if anyone else is here, you will show them what a happy maid you are, is that all clear?" "Yes." He gritted his teeth. "Yes what?" "Yes Mistress." "That's better, now get me a coffee, I'll take it in the lounge. Don't forget to knock before you enter, the only rooms you don't do that are your bedroom and the kitchen and curtsey when you enter either my, or a guest's presence." She walked off leaving him both hurt and confused. He wondered if she had always wanted to be as sadistic as this. He knew that both her and Jenny were used to getting their own way and both he and James had been prepared to mainly let them have their head. Now this had gone beyond all reason. He had just taken her coffee in to her when there was a knock on the door. He did as bid and opened it to Jenny. She giggled at the sight of him. "How are you settling on Elle?" she asked. Mindful of what Carol had told him and sure any response would be repeated to her, Elle was guarded in his response. "It's difficult Jenny." He showed her into the lounge to join his wife. After he had left to get the additional cup of coffee for her friend, the two women started to compare notes. "I never knew that he was such a masochist Jenny," Carol started to tell her, "he seems to be deliberately trying to get punished, I had to spank him this morning." "Oh my Jasmine's the same, he gets me so worked up spanking his bottom, I have to remove his chastity for us to enjoy the way we both feel. The sex is fantastic." "I think I may have made a mistake there," the hostess explained, "I asked Ellen to hold on to the key to Elle's, I thought I would be just too badly tempted to let him off. Now I wish I'd kept hold of it myself. Mind you, I still had him satisfy me with his tongue last night." They both laughed and were still doing so when Elle knocked on the lounge door. Jenny was very impressed when he curtseyed before placing her coffee down beside her. When he turned to go Jenny, from her low viewing point on the settee, noticed the welts across his backside, two of which had broken the skin. She said nothing until the new maid had exited the room. "What on earth has Elle done to his bum Carol? It looks scarred." "Oh that's nothing, it's just where I hit him." "I thought you said that you only spanked him." "I did." Carol was puzzled by her friend's interest. "You only used your hand though?" her visitor asked. "No, he wouldn't feel that, I used my old riding crop." "Carol, that's not a spanking, that's a beating, how could you?" "Just using my hands would be wasted Jenny, that wouldn't punish him, he'd hardly feel it." "But Carol, that's damaged him, that's not a game that's torture, how did he let you? He couldn't have stood for that without stopping you." "Oh don't be silly Jenny, he'll soon admit he loves it but in the meantime I've got my secret weapon. He tried to kick up a fuss, but he likes being zapped even less, so he lets me do it." Carol laughed, then realised that her friend wasn't joining in. "What do you mean, your 'secret weapon'?" "I was rather naughty and got that deluxe chastity, with the remote controller." She showed her friend the push button hung round her neck. "You mean the one with the spikes on the inside as well?" Jenny was horrified. "That's right, it really seems to work. He's only got hard a couple of times." "But Carol, they are only sold to the hardiest of BDSM customers, and even then they are only normally used to threaten, not to actually use." She took a deep breath. "I don't think you understand what James and I do. We just play games together, I wouldn't dream of doing anything to hurt him, I love him, don't you love Bob?" "That's got nothing to do with it Jenny and if you don't like what we're doing I suggest you leave." Jenny had never been so shocked in her life. She started to try to reason with her friend but realised that she was getting nowhere. She hurried home to discuss the matter with her husband, the way they always did with any difficult problem. Carol in the meantime, sat and thought. Alright, perhaps she had taken things faster and further than she thought she would at first, but she was enjoying it like nothing she had before. She loved the power she had over her sissy husband, after all that was what sissies both needed and wanted, wasn't it? She was certain that she was right and that Jenny was all together much too soft. After all, once she had demonstrated her willingness to punish Elle properly, she need rarely do it again, the maid would simply do exactly as she was told in future. It was ridiculous, she reasoned, to say that she punished someone only for them to not realise that disobedience meant pain. Pain and punishment went together, not gentle treatment and calling it punishment, that was ridiculous. It was lunchtime and in view of the miniscule breakfast she had eaten, she was hungry. She called her maid. "Yes Mistress?" Elle had curtseyed once she was allowed in. "Get my lunch and I'll have a bottle of suitable wine with it." "Yes Mistress." Elle went off to the kitchen, wondering what he could do and get away with. He toasted cheese sandwiches on the grill he had bought to try out and didn't like, and accompanied them with a heated up tinned soup. When they were ready he placed them in the dining room and went to tell his wife. She was obviously in an awkward mood because he had to stand waiting for quite some time before she told him to enter the lounge. When she eventually got to her meal she complained that it was cold. "Why do you think it acceptable to serve up lukewarm food Elle?" "I'm sorry Mistress, it was hot when I placed it on the table." "Are you suggesting that it's my fault that you can't serve food at the proper temperature?" "No Mistress." He poured her wine. She was feeling mad at Jenny and just wanted the slightest excuse to take it out on anyone. Elle was of course, unaware of that but sensed that she was in a bad mood so trod very carefully. During the whole time she was eating, she tried to find fault with him but couldn't find even the flimsiest reason to punish him. Frustrated, she decided to go to the golf club for some company more suited to her station in life than a stupid sissy maid. She had taken her car keys and was gone before Elle realised that she was driving while she was in no state after the amount she had to drink with her meal. Elle did the only thing he could think of, he went out of the house to talk to Jenny and James. He had only gone a few paces from the door when the shock hit him. He collapsed and rolled on the ground, luckily rolling in the direction from where he'd come. The shock stopped. At first he thought that Carol had come back without him realising, but eventually worked out that it was something to do with his proximity to their house. He returned and rang them. Jenny answered the phone but once he had explained the situation to her, she handed the phone to James (he explained that he had been to the bank that morning and hadn't got back into Jasmine mode). He arrived at the house shortly afterwards with a pair of tiny pincers which he used to remove Elle's earrings and bug finder that he had in his collection of bits and pieces. It wasn't long before they found the transmitter that kept Elle to the house. He put it in one of Carol's handbags that matched the skirt and top he'd first worn and they left together to go to the 'Magic Woman' shop. They explained the situation to Ellen and she quickly removed Elle's chastity and gave him spare keys to his shoes and corset and washed off all but the merest traces of the make up with the specialist cleanser. They made an appointment for the following evening to have as many of the other changes to him rectified as was possible, then they returned to James and Jenny's house via his own, where he changed and into his man's shirt, shoes and chinos and collected more of his own male clothes. He installed himself in one of his friend's spare bedrooms as Bob, not Elle. He occupied some of his time blocking the joint bank accounts they held with the bulk of their funds, they each had separate ones as well, but he was already sure their marriage was over and he wanted a fair division of assets. Jenny rang later to say that she couldn't find Carol, apparently she had arrived at the club, parked and then gone off in someone else's car, but no one knew who the it belonged to. Having exhausted all possibilities to trace her further, Jenny returned home and they all sat with drinks, wondering if they should call the police. James ordered pizzas and they sat down to eat them just as the lights of a car appeared in the distance, from the direction of Bob and Carol's house. They finished eating, then Jenny went over to have a word with her friend, only to get a nasty shock. When she got to the front door it was not closed properly, she called out, then entered. There was no response to her call, but sounds of movement coming from upstairs. She called the men on her mobile, as she didn't recognise the car parked in the drive and was concerned that it may be burglars. The three of them entered the house and crept up the stairs. By the time they got to the master bedroom it had become apparent that whoever was in there wasn't interested in taking anything other than carnal pleasure. The unmistakable sounds of love making were reaching then. Bob strode out in front of the others and barged through the door the others close behind him. There on the bed, Carol was in the throes of passion with a man none of them knew. "Get out of my house!" Bob shouted. The man jumped off the bed and they recognised him as another member of the golf club. Bob picked up one of the man's shoes that he had discarded at the side of the bed and threw it at him, more by luck than judgement hitting his privates. The man started jumping around picking up and putting on his clothes, what he couldn't put in place he carried in his arms out of the room and down the stairs muttering that it wasn't his fault. "You as well, get out!" Bob picked up some of the clothes that Carol had been wearing and threw them at her. "You'll pay for that Elle, why aren't you dressed properly?" She took hold of the remote hanging from her neck and pressed the button, to no effect. "I'm not your maid I'm your husband but not for much longer," Bob told her. "You probably don't want to remember but my name is Robert Parks not Elle, she's a figment of your imagination." She immediately appealed to Jenny for support. "Don't try that on with me, you slut." Jenny glared at her. "You never deserved a good man like Bob and don't think you're coming to my house, I never want to see you again." Humiliated by what their friends had seen her doing and already suffering from the start of a hangover, Carol got slowly dressed and started sobbing, thinking for a moment that it would make him sympathetic. "Stop that crying, you're an adult not a baby. It doesn't sound so good when someone tells you that, does it?" She remembered that those were the words she had used on him not so long ago. It did nothing to help her morale when she realise that she was going to get the same response from him as she had given only that morning. While she was sorting herself out, Bob packed a suitcase for her and called a taxi, so inside an hour she was gone. He wasn't interested where. Within a month the divorce was agreed, their finances split down the middle except the Bob kept the house and all the assets they had at the start of their marriage as compensation for the pain and humiliation he had suffered. Carol tried a couple of times to speak to Jenny, but she hung up the phone whenever she heard it was her. She eventually gave up. At first Bob was going to sell up the house and move, saying that it held too many bad memories, but James persuaded him to stay and he accepted the idea of living close by people that had saved him from an unbelievable life. It was a long time before he trusted another woman but he eventually did. It wasn't long after the christening of their second child that he heard that Carol had died while waiting for a liver transplant. Her body had been unable to keep up with her alcohol intake.