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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR Paul Scott had been married to Mary for nearly ten years and now they were approaching their thirtieth birthdays. Mary would be the first to admit that she was the jealous type, for years fretting that he would have an affair with someone at work and it was for that reason she insisted that he wore a bra and panty set under his suits. When they were first married Mary carried on working in her uncle's business as his assistant come secretary, but soon Paul was earning enough for her to take up her housewifely duties alone. Well not quite alone, she had a woman who came in and cleaned twice a week and Paul was never slow at helping her, he cooked the meal at least two or three times a week, hand washed all her 'smalls' when he did his own and didn't hesitate to run the vacuum round or do a bit of cleaning up in the kitchen. He worked as an R and D engineer for his company and was well paid for his ideas, but the board of directors made some bad decisions. The company lurched from one financial crises to the next for a while, then the inevitable happened, it folded, along with his well paid job. They were fortunate in that it was about the same time that her uncle was taken ill and Mary went back to work, quickly got up to speed, fortunately just before he collapsed and died. Mary was his sole beneficiary and immediately took over running the business and they suddenly found that there roles were reversed. At home the first thing Mary did was to sack their cleaner, telling him that he would have more than enough time to do the whole housework thing and it would be his contribution to the finances of the marriage. Every Friday evening for years Paul had stopped off at their local pub for a couple of half pints with his staff, using the informal gathering to find out if they had any problems that he could deal with. He found that the staff were far more likely to speak their minds away from the office, in this informal atmosphere. He would then be joined by Mary and they would eat out and it became a sort of weekly treat for them both. For a while before everything went pear shaped, he found that Mary was arriving earlier and earlier and didn't take kindly to the bar maid (the landlord's wife) laughing and asking her if it wasn't sufficient that he was in women's underwear, she had to spy on him as well. She was furious when she heard that, demanding that Paul tell her how the woman found out. "Everyone at work knows," Paul had told her with a smile, "you don't think that I can work on a hot day with my jacket on, do you? People obviously saw the outline of my bra and asked me about it. I simply told them the truth, that you liked me to wear sexy undies, I wasn't going to lie about it, was I?" She realised then that what she thought was a foolproof way of keeping him on the straight and narrow was a waste of time if any potential kept woman already knew what he wore. She was worrying about what she was going to do about it when the axe dropped on his job. It returned to being a worry when he mentioned that he still called into the pub every Friday, but at lunchtime, and met up with the people that were previously his colleagues, keeping in touch with their job hunting and in some cases, their new work. "You're my housewife now," she told him, "and I don't want you going off to God knows where and doing God knows what behind my back. I want you in full housewife mode, ready and looking pretty when I get home, I should be the centre of your life not the pub." "What do you mean, 'full housewife mode'?" he wanted to know. "It's presumably not enough for you just to wear undies, you obviously go bragging about them. From now on you are in skirts or dresses, full time." "No." "What do you mean 'no'?" "What I say, I've gone along with the undies, I've got to the stage where I really don't mind wearing them, but if you think I'm walking around in drag all day, think again." She knew him well enough not to push the point any further, he would only dig himself into a position she'd never get him out of. The following day she was lunching with her friend who was also their family doctor and she discussed the problem with her. She was well aware of Dr Tanya Wells ability to get men into petticoats, she knew her husband wore them in the house and although Tanya swore he did it through choice, Mary believed that the doctor had something to do with his making that choice. "Charlie has stories that he reads on line and I remember one about a woman who tied her husband up on the bed until he agreed to go into skirts full time, do you want to try that?" "Oh yes, I'll just tell him to lie down until I've got him tied up, shall I?" "You don't have to do that, I can give you something to slip in his night time drink and that way he'll sleep like a baby." They went on to discuss the other problems involved, deciding to put the plan into effect on the following Friday evening and that Tanya would help out. It went like clockwork. Mary suggested they have an early night and gave him his malted milk drink. He had no sooner got upstairs when he started to feel decidedly wobbly. Mary helped him undress, by which time he was out of it. She had got about half way through waxing his body hair off when Tanya arrived and she finished that job as the doctor got things ready. It was a bit of a struggle for the two of them to get him to the bathroom for the first task, giving him a series of enemas to make sure he was clean inside. Back on the bed, Tanya catheterised him, then with chains and padlocks secured him spread eagled to the bed, naked, in a spare bedroom. Tanya loaned Mary a laser pen to rid him of his beard area on his face and neck and left her to get on with it. After she had done that, Mary collected up every stitch of his clothes, bagged them, then drove them to the charity shop where there was a chute for deliveries when they were closed. Pleased with her night's work she finally got to bed, but could hardly sleep, anticipating the fun tomorrow. At first when Paul woke, he couldn't understand where he was or what had happened, on top of which his head ached. It was when he went to rub it he found out his predicament. He called out for Mary and it wasn't long before she entered the room and pulled back the curtains. "What's going on?" he asked hoarsely. "Quite simple dear." Mary sat on the bed. "You are going to agree to wear nice sexy housewifely clothes for me and make yourself look pretty for me every day." "Am I hell," he told her and tried to struggle free. "If you're rude to me I'll find a way of paying you back and you won't like it," she told him with a smile. "Now I'm going to get you a glass of water and something to get rid of your headache, so long as you ask me nicely." "Go to hell," was the only response he gave her. For hours he lay there, first of all thinking that perhaps he could have just asked for what she was offering, but his head started to throb less and after what seemed like days, he was just thirsty. It was the middle of the afternoon when Mary came back and asked him if he was ready to do as she asked. "You can't keep me here forever," he told her, determined to last longer than she would, she just turned and walked out. Just before she turned in for the night, she looked in and asked him if he wanted a drink. "Please." He didn't see the point of suffering more than he had to. She got a glass of iced water and a straw that she held to his lips, he didn't think water ever tasted so good. She opened a drawer in one of the dressers and took some time fiddling with it. Before he realise what it was, she had glued a silicone breast to his chest, soon followed by the second. She left him thinking about the weight of the cold objects, but it wasn't long before they had warmed up and could almost have been part of his body. The next morning she made him ask for another drink, then gave him a vitamin pill, telling him that it was in lieu of breakfast. She again asked him if he would do as she told him and again he refused, and in the evening all he got by way of food was a thin soup. By Tuesday morning he had been there three days and still showed no sign of giving in and when Mary got home from work she told him that if he didn't agree to be her housewife in the next twenty four hours, he would have to be her maid. She showed him a costume that was more a fancy dress than a uniform, she hung it in the closet. He didn't really think that much of a threat, apart from the costume, as she seemed to want a wife that was more like a maid. On Wednesday evening someone else came into the room behind Mary, Paul recognised her as being the doctor, Tanya Wells. She showed him a hypodermic syringe as she filled it from a small bottle. "Hello Paul, let me explain," she sat on the bed and was smiling. "This syringe now contains concentrated and therefore powerful female hormones and a Testosterone blocker. It's the first dose of six I will give you daily, that will give you secondary female sexual characteristics, breasts of your own, a plump behind and a narrowing of the waist. It will also shrink your male bits so that your penis will be smaller that my little finger and your testicles atrophy. It's not reversible. Now what are you going to tell your wife, that you'll be her maid? Don't forget to ask nicely." "Hello Doctor," Paul was croaking a bit, his throat seemed to be constantly dry, "you live in a nice house, don't you?" "Yes, you know I do Paul." "How will you get on without it and perhaps a job as a waitress?" "What are you talking about?" "It's quite simple Doc. You come near me with that syringe and I can't stop you using it as many times as you want. But sooner or later, maybe much later, I'll be out of here and you'll be slapped with the biggest law suit you have ever heard of. I'll get the best lawyer, to make sure I get all your assets and you get struck off and will never practice medicine again. Do you still want to go ahead?" "I'll take my chances," was all she replied and plunged the needle into the top of his arm. On Thursday evening, Mary admitted to him that the doctor had only injected him with distilled water, but she had thought of something else. A young lady came into the bedroom and started to pluck his eyebrows. Mary sat lower down the bed and warned him that if he struggled, she would twist his testicles. He lay there as she painted his face several times, including a bright red colour on his lips, then she dried it all off under a UV lamp. While that was going on, Mary glued self coloured false nails onto his fingers, extending a good half inch beyond his natural ones and coloured his toenails to match. After the girl had gone, leaving her business card on the dresser for when he needed a touch up to his face, Mary showed him his face in a mirror. His face was completely that of a woman, his long shaggy, dark brown hair above only adding to the impression. He already knew that he no longer had male clothes in the house and now she told him that his make up would last at least a month. He really had no option. "OK, I give up, I'll do what you want." "You'll do everything I say and not even raise an objection?" "Yes." "You'll wear exactly what I tell you and not argue?" "Yes I will." "From now until I tell you that you've earned the right, you'll be my maid until I promote you to wife?" "Yes I promise, anything, please undo me." "Madam, when you speak to me I am 'Madam' to you." "Yes Madam." He pulled a face but complied and she released him from the chains. "You should know that your stubbornness will now cause you discomfort for a while. You will need to lace a corset to reduce your waist in order to fit into your new uniform, and you will wear these heels until I decide you have suffered enough. Also, I have a little toy to fit you down here." She busied herself attaching a chromed metal chastity device to his penis and testicles. "I warned you about this, and you chose to ignore me, this is my extra insurance, to make sure you keep your word." She showed him a pair of black sandals with five inch heels and an ankle strap then helped him to do up the corset round his waist, pulling the cords at the back until he could barely breathe. It would have been far worse if he hadn't been on a crash diet for nearly a week and because of that they both noted how narrow his waist was. Under her supervision, he pulled panties up his legs and they were followed by sheer black pantyhose then the shoes. His trim waist was also emphasised by the black uniform which was short, low and tight. The top gave a false impression of him having breasts by pushing the little flesh he had on his chest upwards and the skirt only just came below his panties, showing a long expanse of his surprisingly shapely legs and so tight on his thighs he had to wiggle his butt to walk. She tied a tiny apron round his waist and pinned a small cap on his head that had long trailing black ribbons. His cuffs and cap were trimmed with white lace. He had to sit down several times as he was feeling dizzy, both from his diet and because of laying down for all that time, he had never felt so weak in his life. He hardly took in that his wife was calling him Sophie. Eventually he asked her why Sophie? "I used to know someone at school called Sophie Scott and she was a really girly girl, always with the first in fashion, whether it was clothes or make up. You are going to be a really girly girl." She showed him three more uniforms, two pink ones and another black, hanging in his closet, telling him that he should wear the black uniforms during the day and the pink in the evening. Also his new bedroom held nothing but those clothes and lingerie. It was the next day before he was able to walk with some degree of competence in his heels and it was only be then he had started to recover. In fact, far from having a maid to serve her that Thursday night, she had to get him something to eat and help him round the house, he had been so weakened. Mary came home early on the Friday afternoon, accompanied by her hairdresser who spent three hours, washing, cutting and treating his hair with chemicals. By the time she was finished, his mousey brown hair was a mass of curls and platinum blonde with bright pink highlights. What Mary didn't know was that when she had left for work on that Friday morning, Sophie had rung the friend of his that was among the crowd from the pub reunions. Nigel Parker had never been employed by the old firm, but had got to know them all very well. He was a solicitor who specialised in company and patent law doing the job of patenting Paul's developments for his old employers, and as he lived nearby he used to stop with him on his way home on a Friday. Now Sophie was asking him to stop by at lunchtime and gave him a brief rundown of the events of the last few days. Nigel brought an assistant with him who recorded and photographed the changes in Sophie, including his chastity and the vivid bruises on his wrists and ankles. They also took details of the girl who had used the 'permanent' make up on him without permission. "I presume you're going for a divorce Paul?" Nigel asked him. "No, not for the moment, I still love Mary but I want to leave my options open." With the development of the hair treatment, all Sophie had to do was photograph himself with his camera and mail the picture to Nigel to keep on file. Friday evening brought with it more ideas from Mary as to how he was going to behave. She insisted that the maid prepare and serve her dinner then clear up before he ate. He had to curtsey on entering and leaving her presence and be silent except when he was spoken to. He could see Mary trying not to laugh whenever she looked at him. On Saturday morning she set him to work cleaning the house from top to bottom and preparing a meal for herself and three guests. She was waiting for him to ask who the guests were, but he didn't, which disappointed her that she couldn't tell him that it was none of his business. At seven on the dot Mary's secretary from work and her husband arrived, he curtseyed to them, called them Sir and Madam and poured them and his wife aperitifs. Then about five minutes later a single man arrived. Sophie didn't bat an eyelid, he'd half expected something like that, so he treated the newcomer in exactly the same way. From the overheard conversation he learned that the man, Rick Savage, was their top salesperson and they had an excellent quarter's sales, hence the dinner to celebrate their success. The funny part about it though, was that Rick was obviously invited to make him jealous, but at every opportunity was ogling him not Mary. That was, it was funny until he gave Sophie a pinch on his bottom and after that he steered well away from him. The meal went off without a hitch, the conversation over the port and cheeses afterwards drifted to the subject of Mary's husband. Jean, her secretary, wanted to know where he was. "Oh he's gone, I don't think he'll be coming back, but I like it now with Sophie to look after me." Sophie gave his wife a dirty look and as retaliation she added: "So I'm a fancy free and unmarried again." With that he noticed a definite change of attitude from Rick, he was suddenly paying his boss much more attention. An evening watching his manners had suddenly changed to a potential for ending the evening in bed with the attractive Mary. Both she and Sophie noticed the sudden interest from the man, resulting in annoyance from Sophie and considerable pleasure from his wife. This was heightened later when they returned to their sitting room and Rick immediately sat himself next to Mary on the couch, considerably closer than necessary. Mary asked them if they would like brandies to finish the evening with but Jean and her husband declined and took their leave, saying she would see Mary on Monday. Rick accepted with alacrity so Sophie was sent for to pour them their drinks and as with most hired helps that did their job well, was ignored by the couple on the couch. "You know I've always thought you a very attractive woman, Mary," he had taken her by the hand and turned to face her on their seat. Sophie curtseyed and stood before them with their drinks on the salver. As they took them Sophie coughed. "Would it be in order for me to retire after I've finished cleaning Mrs Scott?" he emphasised the title 'Mrs'. "Yes Sophie, that will be fine." Mary was beaming, the evening was working out even better than she had imagined. Then things suddenly changed. From his apron pocket Sophie pulled out his phone and made to answer it. "Yes Sir, your wife is here, I'll send you a photo if you like," he lifted the phone and there was a flash as he took their picture, hand in hand and so close that Mary realised that Rick was about to kiss her. "Yes Sir, I'll get your wife to speak to you once Mr Savage has gone, although it may not be until the morning Sir." He pretended to hang up the phone and left the room. Whatever pleasant mood Mary had been in was ruined. As Sophie was just finishing in the kitchen he heard the front door go and Mary came storming back to see him. "What the hell was that about?" Mary shouted at him. "Permission to speak Madam?" he replied with a grin, knowing that it was annoying Mary even more. "Answer me!" "Madam, I'm prepared to play this game for a while, but there are going to be two rules that you mustn't break. One; you will not use violence and two; you will keep our marriage vows. Is that clear...Madam?" "Listen...Girl," Mary was incandescent, "get it into your head that you are my maid, nothing more, do you understand? If I have any more of this nonsense I'll...I'll..." "You'll fire me?" Sophie replied with a grin. With a loud but strangled noise of frustration, Mary stormed off up to bed leaving Sophie to wonder if she would have had sex with the salesman if he hadn't interrupted. The next day being Sunday, Mary went off in the morning to play tennis with Tanya and told her about what had happened over lunch afterwards. "Would you have gone to bed with him?" Tanya asked the obvious. "I don't know, I certainly wanted to and if I did what business is it of the maid?" "Mary," Tanya was shocked, "he's not the maid, remember he's the man you married and you've both admitted it's just an elaborate game. It doesn't make any difference what you force him to wear, he's still the same man inside. I wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to my Charlie, he might like his girly time, but it doesn't change who he is, a kind, considerate husband. You've never praised Paul to me or anyone I know, except perhaps saying the odd dish he's cooked is really good, but you have one in a million with him. There can't be that many men who are so sure of their sexuality that they'd let you dress them in women's undies all the time. Neither can there be many who would come home from work after you've been there all day and cook the evening meal, or vacuum for you even though he paid for a housekeeper. I've never heard him say a bad word about you and I've never heard anything but good about his behaviour and believe me, between the surgery and my clubs I eventually hear about any of the husbands who stray. Be careful what you are wishing for, you may get it, then you'll find out what you've lost." Mary was suddenly deflated. She really thought that Tanya would be treating her husband as a doormat, the way he was dressed sometimes. Now her friend wasn't backing her up in what she wanted to do. She had slowly found that she liked to be the one in charge. When she was at work, everyone had to do as she told them, it surely wasn't too much to expect that at home? He wasn't going to leave her, he'd have to leave in his uniform and she was convinced he would be too ashamed to do that. Anyway, she'd told him that it wouldn't be forever and he was a patient man, he would wait for her to allow him to have a less menial position. With no support from Tanya, Mary decided to revisit the sex shop where she had bought his chastity device, the woman who owned it, Jill Brothers, had told her that she could give advice on anything she wanted to know about keeping a husband under control. There weren't any other customers in the shop when she got there and she was able to tell Jill what had happened the previous evening. "This is what you need my dear," Jill advised. Mary looked at what was basically a choker necklace, just a bit more solid and thicker than she had seen before. "It comes with this remote," she held up something that fitted in her palm and was complete with a long chain. "Be sure to keep it attached by the chain round your neck away from prying hands, it guarantees complete obedience from the person wearing the choker and even has an anti-tamper lock on it. If anyone tried to remove it, it goes off on the highest setting. This first setting, see with the number one against it, you press that and it vibrates the collar to let your maid know that she's wanted. If she takes too long or doesn't obey instructions fast enough, you press two. That gives her a jolt to remind her who's boss. If you want to punish her more you just press three, four or, if she's been really bad, five. The only trouble with five is that she might not be able to operate with her usual efficiency as it takes some time to recover." Mary was shocked at the price, but considered the investment well worth while and when she got home she found Sophie polishing their silver cutlery. "I've got you a present Sophie. Here, put this on." She went to place the choker round his neck but he stopped her. "What is it Madam?" he judged any act on her part with a degree of suspicion. "It's just a wide choker, they're all the rage at the moment, but if you don't want it." She left the words hanging, then with Sophie hesitating, she slipped it round his neck and heard the fastener click shut. "It does have another really useful feature though Sophie, do you feel that?" He could feel it vibrating at areas each side of his neck not painfully, but a little uncomfortable. He acknowledged that he could. "That is when I want you I don't have to shout in future, I just press the button and you will come to find me. Of course if you take too long I can make it a little more painful, but I can't imagine that you will, so that won't be necessary." She gave him the sweet smile of the cat that's got the canary. "Madam I would like to remind you of condition one of this game, I will not tolerate violence." She marched smartly away from him, he had spoiled the good mood she was in. However the call button worked perfectly and she was able to enjoy her evening meal with the highest level of service. At bedtime she called for her maid to undress her then, once in bed she had Sophie down between her legs using his tongue on her. She called a halt after three climaxes, she was just getting too sensitive, and sent Sophie off to his room. She had breakfast in bed the next morning and went off to work with a spring in her step, which would have been lacking if she'd been able to overhear the conversation between Sophie and his solicitor, Paul. He gave him an update about the collar and its potential for doing him harm, but still maintained that he didn't want a divorce at that stage. He nearly changed his mind that night. "I said that you need to come with me." Mary had arrived home earlier than usual, he'd only just changed into his pink uniform. She had immediately told him that there was something she needed him to do which involved leaving the house in her car with her. "I can't go out like this," he complained. "You can and you will." She took his hand and he tottered after her, slightly off balance trying to keep up. She drove at some speed across town, Sophie afraid that at any minute they would be pulled over by police for speeding with his resulting embarrassment. As they neared what turned out to be their destination, Mary explained to him. "My friend Mandy is married to the bank manager, George Franklin, and they are holding an important dinner tonight for bank customers. When I spoke to her this afternoon she told me that the caterers were short one waitress, so I told her she could use my maid. So tonight you'd better be on your best behaviour, don't forget, she doesn't know who you are, so if you don't want to be embarrassed I suggest you keep it that way." He tried to remonstrate with her but she stopped him. "Any hint of a complaint and you will be punished. This isn't a game tonight, other people are depending on you." Once at the house she took him inside and introduced him to the catering manager who immediately set him to work laying the large dining room table for twenty settings. He just caught a glimpse of his wife driving off about ten minutes later. At quarter to seven he was stationed at the front door with a small table of glasses of Champagne and instructions to greet the guests with a curtsey, take any coats and give a glass of either the wine or pour a soft drink for those that wanted it. Most had arrived when his wife turned up wearing a very low cut evening dress and a smile as wide as her face, accompanied by Rick Savage in an evening suit. He was careful to treat them the same as everyone else. Whatever Sophie did in life as Paul or his new incarnation as Sophie, he did his best and usually did it well. So he did the same that evening. It took a considerable strength of will, but he ignored his wife's escort pawing her and her obviously enjoying and encouraging it. It also transpired that the other servers were all men, so he obviously attracted a great deal of attention. The meal went off well and without incident and he overheard the hostess thanking Mary profusely for loaning him to her that evening, but when she mentioned that his wife would probably want to take her maid home with her, he was shocked to hear her response. "Don't you have a lot of clearing up to do Mandy?" "Well, yes, we do." "Then let her stay on and help, you can send her home by taxi when she's finished." "Well I have a spare bedroom she can sleep in and send her back in the morning." Much to Sophie's horror, Mary eagerly agreed to that before she left arm in arm with Rick Savage. Regardless of that, he worked diligently, and much quicker than he had thought possible the house was returned to a pristine state. With the catering contractors gone, and her husband gone to bed, Mandy asked him if he wanted a nightcap before bed. He agreed and she poured a mug for each of them. He had been surprised that she was very much younger than her husband, in fact only about his age, and very attractive with it. "How come you have such a revealing uniform Sophie?" she asked. He took a deep breath and made a decision. "My wife didn't give me a choice Madam." His reply bought open mouthed disbelief from the hostess. "Your wife? You're a married man?" "Ever since my marriage I agreed to wear a bra and panties under my clothes, my wife was very insecure and worried that I might have an affair. Once I was made redundant and she was left her uncle's business to run, she insisted that I wore all women's clothes and nothing else. When I refused she drugged me and kept me tied to a bed until I agreed and that wasn't until she had semi-permanent make up put on my face, so that if I wore my own clothes I would look like some sort of pervert, I had to agree." "Wait a minute, you're Mary's husband?" "Yes." "Oh my God, I always thought she was an upstanding member of the community, not some scheming bitch. I'm terribly sorry, but now I know the reason for that disgusting display she put on with that man, is she sleeping with him?" "I don't know but if I find out she is, I'll divorce her." "I can't imagine why you haven't already, sorry, your name's Paul isn't it?" "I'm comfortable with Sophie as I'm stuck like this Madam. The reason I haven't is that I believe in keeping to my wedding vows, I know it's unfashionable these days but I take these things seriously." "Don't call me madam, please Sophie, I'm Mandy to you. Now do you want to go straight home? I would understand if you did." "I would prefer to, if you don't mind." Mandy got her car keys and told him that she would run him home herself, mentioning that she didn't actually drink, so she wasn't running the risk of a police breathalyser. He explained that he didn't have a front door key, but they kept one hidden for emergencies. She assured him that she would wait to make sure he could get in. When they arrived, the key was where it was secreted and it opened the door, as he waived goodbye to Mandy, he noted that Rick's car was parked outside. He found the couple in their sitting room, just finishing off a bottle of his port. "Good evening Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll go to bed," Mary jumped when he first spoke and then made her annoyance known. "What are you doing here Sophie? You were supposed to stay at the Franklin's house overnight." "Mrs Franklin asked if I wanted a lift home and I agreed, Madam." He curtseyed, then went up to his bedroom. It wasn't long before he heard Rick's car driving off and his wife making what appeared to be a great deal of noise going to bed herself. He couldn't help going to sleep with a wry smile on his face. The next morning he took her breakfast in at seven thirty, to find that she had a hangover. He got her a painkiller which she took with her orange juice, then she tackled him about the night before. "How did you persuade Mrs Franklin to pay for a taxi home for you?" "I didn't Madam." "Why, what happened?" "Once everything was cleared up and we were alone, Mrs Franklin asked me why I chose this design of uniform, so I told her that you chose it." "So?" "Well, once she knew that, she told me that it would be just as well that she drove me home Madam." "I don't follow, why would my choice of uniform make her suggest that?" "I don't know Madam, perhaps you will ask her." "I will and if I find out that you're lying you'll be for it." The following day she missed Mandy, she telephoned but her call went straight to answer phone and she didn't remember until two days later, Friday morning. "Hello Mandy, I just wanted to thank you for the dinner on Monday. I hope my maid was up to your expectations." "Oh, hello Mary, yes your husband was exceptionally helpful." "What?" "I asked him why he chose the costume he was wearing and he explained that his wife chose it. Please don't telephone me again Mary," With that she hung up. Mary was shocked. She looked at the phone in disbelief. Mandy was the person everyone knew or wanted to know in order to join the social life in the town. To be cut by Mandy was a potential socialite's death. She was sure it was a mistake by Mandy and thought of calling her back, then she realised that if she did call back it would be her mistake, she would know for sure and she didn't want to. She left work straight away and went home to confront Sophie. The maid had done his best to ruin her life and he wasn't going to forget his punishment for it. On the way, however, decided on a more devious scheme than just physically hurting him, that would come, she was sure of it, but first of all she wanted to know what he had to say for himself. "I only spoke the truth Madam," was his response. "Are you suggesting I should have lied, Madam?" "You'll pay for this." She wished that she could have thought of a really cutting comment, but she couldn't and returned to work. Once she had left he went to his workshop at the rear of their garages with a mirror and studied the choker. He was able to confirm that it had what appeared to be an electric lock on it, similar to the chastity device he was wearing. Without a really wide ranging transmitter he wouldn't be able to find the frequency to unlock them, but he was more concerned about the damage she could do to him with it. He took the precaution of running an old bicycle inner tube between the necklace and his neck where he felt the vibrations and gluing it in place. Then he trimmed off the excess so that it couldn't be seen. He hoped that it would still enable him to feel the vibrations, but not allow the shock it was obviously intended. He wasn't an engineer for nothing. That afternoon she phoned him and told him to expect a guest for dinner and to prepare something special. Not having much idea about cooking, she didn't realise that to him, something special would probably take at least twenty four hours to prepare, but he made an effort. However it wasn't the effort that Mary would have had in mind as he was making his own arrangements for the evening in anticipation of what he was certain was going to take place. She arrived home a little later than usual together with Rick Savage and they both smelt of alcohol, they'd obviously stopped for a drink on the way. He didn't like the way the man had a protective arm round his wife's waist and was pawing her with the other. Mary ordered him to open a bottle of Champagne which he duly did. When he was buzzed to pour a second glass for them they were already kissing on the couch and she just pointed at the empty glasses without taking her mouth away from Rick's. He served the meal without incident but before the desert she gave him a different order. "Sophie, will you go upstairs and turn my bed down, take another bottle of Champagne and two glasses, open the bottle and leave it." He sent a text message, then went and did as he was told and was just leaving the bedroom when they arrived, she sent Rick in to get undressed and into bed. Then she turned to Sophie. "If you don't want to experience more pain than you've ever felt before, I suggest you remain the little maid and no more. I have no intention of allowing my maid to tell me how I should behave." "Mary, if you do that I will divorce you," he replied. She simply laughed and hit the button on five. Nothing happened. She pressed it again and again, then suddenly he collapsed in pain, not from the electric shock but from the burning rubber he insulated it with. He hadn't realised it would be such a high powered device. She left him and went into the bedroom and joined her lover. Sophie just had time to send a second text before he passed out. Nigel Parker had nearly arrived at the pre-arranged meeting he was having when the last text arrived so he hurried and it wasn't long before he was entering the house through the back door that had been told was left unlocked. The two men that he met were with him as they cautiously climbed the stairs to find Sophie collapsed on the hallway. One man went with Nigel, the other telephoned for an ambulance. Rick had just mounted Mary when two shadowy figures entered the room, turning on the light. "Mrs Scott, my name is Nigel Parker and I represent your husband." He handed her a sheaf of papers. "You will find these are a divorce petition from your husband and also a temporary protection order. You are to quit these premises immediately and cannot allow yourself to be within two hundred metres of him at any time without permission of the court. The gentleman here is a police officer and was here to prevent a breach of the peace and see that you comply with the order, but I understand he has another matter to discuss with you now." "Mrs Scott, my name is Detective Sergeant Jones and I am placing you under arrest on suspicion of causing actual bodily harm..." As he was reading her rights, Rick had jumped out of the other side of the bed and was hurriedly putting on his clothes. Mary's head was reeling. Not only had she drunk too much, she was in a high state of sexual desire that had somehow disappeared in the course of a bare minute. She was in shock and a state of disbelief that this was actually happening. She would never remember putting her clothes back on and only had a dim memory of someone removing the remote control from around her neck. She wasn't sure but she thought she may have passed someone on the floor outside the bedroom and a car ride, and it wasn't until she was in an interview room at the police station and talking to her solicitor that it slowly became reality again. Back at the house the police discovered that every attempt they made to remove the necklace resulted in it discharging another shock. Eventually Jill Brothers arrived, the police having got her from her flat above the sex shop, with spare keys for both the collar and the chastity device. She had been placed under arrest for conspiracy to commit assault and was then taken on to the police station, complaining that she only sold things to consenting adults. Sophie, or Paul as he had now become once more, was three days in hospital and returned to his home, now vacated by Mary. As a result of the divorce and claim for damages he was awarded the house and a fifty five percent share in the family business. As his ex-wife was largely a persona non grata in the area, he agreed to buy her out and she moved away after her two year prison sentence was served. The engineering devices he had developed for his previous employers he now marketed himself and within three years he was a very wealthy man. Through the course of the business he also got to know the Franklins very well and took great delight in helping them out with the odd dinner parties in his Sophia mode. Of course it was a secret between him and Mandy, her husband just appreciative of a sexy waitress that made his dinner parties extremely popular. The trouble was that George Franklin enjoyed the better things in life a little too much and the following year he had a heart attack from which he didn't recover. Paul continued to see Mandy and it wasn't long before they became serious about each other. Two years later they married. "Did you know that the first time I heard you open your heart that night of the dinner party, I fell in love with you?" she told him. "I've never heard a man talk like that before and my overwhelming aim was to get you out of the house before I did something very naughty that I knew you would rebuff. I couldn't understand how Mary could have treated you so badly that she lost you, I bet anything that she regrets it now." She told him those things while they were on honeymoon and they were in each others arms, wearing matching baby doll nightdresses. Needless to say she was correct in her assumptions both about how he would have reacted while married previously and Mary's remorse that she had lost him.