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THE VETERINARIAN David Taylor was twenty five and had been married to his wife Karen, six years his senior, for almost five years. They had met when she visited his university to give a talk on animal husbandry to students of biology, a different department as he was taking an IT related degree. She had seen him in one of the campus bars and immediately introduced herself, she was a newly qualified vet and quickly treated him, she believed a poor student, because she was already earning. In fact he was in receipt of a generous allowance from his parent's estate and would get control of it on his twenty first birthday, he still lived in their large family home, so it wasn't long before he insisted on paying their way. He wasn't able to understand why she was so attracted to him, he was hardly a macho type. He was actually an inch or two shorter than her five feet nine inches and had a build that could be politely described as 'skinny'. He had never indulged in any sports but he did have a wicked sense of humour and soon had her laughing her head off. They ended up in his bed that night where she found that there were no complaints about his more intimate measurements. They were married inside six months. He was well provided for by his inherited wealth so had no need of a regular job, rather he helped her out in her animal surgery that he had paid to have purpose built. It was attached to his large house so he was easily called when needed but spent most of his time looking after their home. He'd always taken an interest in cooking and found the additional duties of the partner at home, supporting their spouse, came easily to him. It was even easier when she took on a partner to ease her workload from the growing size of her veterinary practice. He had one more reason for agreeing to the duties of househusband, as she called it. It gave him the opportunity to indulge in his rather shameful hobby. Ever since he was a very young child he found clothes of the opposite gender held a compulsive fascination for him. At first he believed that once he was married the urges would go away, but once he realised that there was no way he could resist it, he reluctantly decided that he had to tell his wife. That was easier said than done. They had been married for years before his conscience got the better of him. They were sat one evening after enjoying one of his experimental meals, one that Karen had already told him that she wanted on the menu as a regular fixture, at least once a month. As they were both feeling mellow with the food and a couple of bottles of wine, he decided that he couldn't leave it any longer. With the alcohol giving him courage, he broached the subject. "Darling, do you really love me?" he asked. "Of course David, what makes you ask?" Karen replied. "Darling, I have to tell you something about me that I didn't think, in my wildest nightmares I would need to. Ever since I can remember I've loved the feeling of women's clothes." He paused to gauge her reaction. "What do you mean?" she wanted to know but gave him no indication that what he'd said had caused her any upset. "For a long time after we were going out together and first married I was sure that the desire had left me." He paused again. "The trouble is that it's never really gone away completely. I get the desire to dress in women's clothes even now." She laughed loudly then looked at him. "Are you serious?" As she spoke the smile left her lips. "It shouldn't make any difference to us, it's only something I'd ever want to do in private and certainly not involve you. It's just that I've never had a secret that I haven't told you about and this shouldn't be an exception. I just had to tell you." There were tears in his eyes. "Are you bi-sexual? Do you want to have a man?" she asked askance. "No!" he replied vehemently. "I told you it's something I would do in private and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with sex." "What do you mean 'seem to'? Why do you want to do it?" "I've got to tell you that I don't understand it myself, that's why I can't be certain about anything to do with it," he answered with more than a hint of desperation in his voice. "Please believe that it doesn't affect the way I feel about you, you are the love of my life, that's why I have to be completely honest with you." "Well that at least I'm grateful for David, even if it is five years too late." she took a deep breath. "You'll have to let me think about this and also do some research to find out more about this perversion of yours. We'll discuss this again tomorrow evening if that is OK for you?" That was how it was left for the next twenty four hours, with Karen thinking deeply about her feelings and David on tenterhooks. There was a sort of armed truce during the course of the following day, Karen spent every free minute in her home office on the internet, maximised as she asked her newly acquired partner in the practice to carry most of the day's load. David tried his very best to create what amounted to a gourmet dinner for them. It was wasted on him as he could barely manage a few mouthfuls, he was feeling so sick. Karen ate well but it wasn't until after he had cleared the debris from the meal that they sat in their lounge with brandies that she spoke to him in any meaningful way. "David," she spoke slowly, extending his angst for every second she could, "as I promised, I've spent a great deal of time today researching your 'hobby' and I've come to the conclusion that I can live with it, but I'm extremely disappointed that you didn't feel able to tell me before this. I've decided that you should pay a penance for the way you have treated me and although it may sound like a reward to you, I can assure you that if you agree you will not find it as pleasant as you imagine. Today is the twentieth of July. I propose that from tomorrow we will organise things so that from the twenty fifth, that's Thursday, you will be only a maid in this house until Christmas day. That will be five months of pure service, treated like any other lowly maid, a month for every year we've been married and I've been deceived. Before you decide you must know what I have in mind. You will be a maid in the old fashioned style, not heard and barely noticed. You will sleep in the servants' quarters of this house which as you know are accessed from the back stairs from the kitchen. The only reason you will have to climb the main stairs to the normal bedrooms is to make beds, clean the rooms or possibly to serve me breakfast in bed. You will live a chaste life during that time, probably made more difficult as I intend to make your uniforms as sexy as possible, so that having them as a consolation will not be something you will be able to enjoy by masturbating. You will have them to arouse you so make you more frustrated, as I said, this will not be pleasant for you. You have to tell me now if you are willing to go ahead with this on my terms before I go into more detail." "Yes my love, you know I'd do anything for you." "Good, now for some of the practicalities. I will obviously have people that you know to the house, I've no intention of cutting myself off from the world. I presume that you would prefer not to be recognised?" he nodded agreement, the thought of their friends seeing him filled him with horror. "Then I take it you would have no objection to me doing a few things that would make you appear different. For example I could alter the shape of your face with temporary fillers, they would only last a few weeks and need topping up, but because you already have fine features, I think I could actually make you look quite pretty. By the same method I could give you your own temporary breasts." He imagined what she was talking about and immediately felt a stirring in his trousers which Karen spotted. "I think I can take all that as affirmative, judging by the lie detector in your pants but that will not last. I've seen surgery performed, when I was a student, that makes you much flatter in that region and I'm sure you will be sad to know that one thing I insist on is performing that on you. It involves pushing your penis up into your body and smoothing your scrotum over it except for a small gap through which you can pee. It will therefore put you in chastity until Christmas. Do you have a feminine name David?" The sudden change of direction left him speechless for a moment, by the time he found the answer the opportunity for him to query this last revelation had passed. "No I don't, I've never even thought about it," he told her. "Well I have. I propose that you are called Amanda Davies, you can think of it as Davy's Mandy, a nice little twist isn't it? It means that our surnames won't be linked for the duration of your sentence. If anyone asks I shall say that you've taken a job abroad for several months, does that all suit you?" "What about James, your partner?" he asked. "I'm afraid that he will have to know but I'm well aware that he is broadminded, I will ask him not to mention it to anyone else. Besides, after Christmas, provided you've co-operated, I expect you may wish to dress more openly, so if he knows already you won't need to hide from him." * * * * * With that expectation placed temptingly before him, he agreed to all of his wife's terms. The next day he was taken through the house to the room for large animal surgery that she had, was given a pre-med, stripped naked and then knew nothing more until he woke up in a strange bed. He wasn't exactly in pain, but certain parts of his body were certainly uncomfortable, but the first thing he did was look round in wonder. He realised that he was in one of the old servants' rooms in his home, but the whole thing had been done out to suit a very girly inhabitant. The colour scheme was predominantly pink with white and some pale lilac features, the bedding had a satin like material and dolls were scattered round the room. He went to sit up but felt dizzy, glimpsing a note on his bedside cabinet: " Dear Amanda I hope you approve of your transformation but move carefully when you first get up as you will probably be quite weak, if you have a headache there are some tablets in your bathroom cabinet. You may find that one or two extras have been done to you, I feel that as you've accepted your punishment so gracefully, I added them as a little present." At that moment he had to break off as he was suddenly very aware that he had, as expected, breasts. He'd been dressed in a cotton nightdress and with some difficulty he wriggled round and pulled it off over his head. He nearly sagged forward at the weight of them as he sat up, from where he was looking they seemed enormous and stuck out as pertly as any teenage girl. Even the nipples looked large and the areola of proportionate size. He touched them to feel a tingle run through his body like an electric shock and from that time onwards he noticed that the slightly irritating tingle hardly left them. Of even more urgent interest was then what had been done between his legs. He went to stand up but as soon as weight got on his feet his ankles yelped with pain. He noticed a pair of fluffy mules at the side of the bed so placed his feet in those before trying again. This time, although he was a little shaky there was little pain so he stood and carefully retrieved a hand mirror from the pink dressing table. As he moved he felt a distinct wobbling of his buttocks. What he saw shocked him to the core. If he didn't know better he would have sworn that he had a vagina, the disguise was so good, but when he touched it he could feel what must have been his testicles forming each side of the mons pubis, just below the stretched bald skin. Below that, as in a woman were the labia lips but he realised that they were part of his scrotum, squeezed into shape. Then he needed to pee. It was an odd sensation as he sat on the toilet, as if he was peeing through his balls. It was even odder afterwards when he had to wipe himself dry with the toilet paper. After that experience he returned to the note that Karen had left: " The first thing you will notice is that I've frozen your Achilles tendons to make walking in high heels more comfortable for you (you will be suffering enough discomfort psychologically for me not to punish you more - after all I did marry you). Your breasts may seem large to you and they are going to be a feature of you that people will look at, this is again as a favour as I think that having them to distract people will make it less likely anyone will think too much of the connection between my maid arriving and you leaving. Likewise your waist has been considerably reduced and your butt enhanced to allow you to wear very sexy basques showing off your 34DD bust 20 waist, 38 hips, again adding to your disguise. Your face is a tribute to my skills, even if I say so myself. I won't go into detail here, you can see the net result and I hope you are happy with it, knowing also that you won't need to shave again. Your facial hair has been lasered off so don't expect to be able to grow a beard in future. To save you time in what will be your busy working day your make up is so-called 'permanent', which means that it will actually be starting to fade by Christmas. You will just need to apply a lip gloss regularly (don't ever let me see you with dull lips!). Similarly you have hair extensions that have, with your natural hair, been dyed blonde, my hairdresser has supplied a coloured hair spray for you to do your roots, make sure they are always perfect. A blackboard to show the menus you are proposing for two weeks in advance has been set up in the kitchen and I will mark any days when I know I expect guests and their numbers. However, I am eating out this evening to allow you to fully recover but I expect breakfast to be served in the sun room tomorrow morning as per the attached schedule of duties. Signed Mrs Taylor." He left the next piece of paper until after he had made his way to the dressing table again as the lights round the mirror allowed him to study himself in the otherwise growing gloom of evening. He didn't recognise the face looking back at him. He went from exhilaration to deep depression thinking his wife might never regard him to be a man afterwards, and then back again to being delighted that she'd made him so gorgeous. He really thought that he would drive any heterosexual man crazy with lust, he certainly felt his own desires welling up. His eyebrows were high and narrow, his eyes popped with shades of grey blending up his lids from the dark, luxurious eyelashes that fluttered as he blinked. He had a delicate blush to his cheeks, accentuating his cheek bones and now a very pert, slightly turned up button of a nose. His lips were much fuller, plump bright red pillows above what he realised was also a smaller chin. All his skin was smooth as a baby's bum. Slowly he dragged himself away from the mirror to find two other sheets of paper that had all his instructions on it in considerable detail. He was to be on duty from six thirty every weekday and seven at weekends which meant setting his alarm at least half an hour before that. Karen wanted her breakfast served in the sun room at seven fifteen during the week, in bed at eight at weekends. An itinerary was given for most jobs he had to do with each day and time. For example her bedclothes had to be changed every Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. Laundry had to be washed on Mondays and ironed on Tuesdays. Meals other than breakfasts would be served in the dining room with silver service as standard. A rota of rooms was made for them to be cleaned even if they hadn't been used, which in every case where they had, the room should be cleaned after use. He was staggered by the number of things he had to do and his day would finish only when Karen released him. Another section dealt with his conduct, first of all mentioning that his appearance had to be perfect outside his bedroom. It continued by forbidding him to speak unless given permission which he would ask for by holding his left thumb clasped in his right hand and looking down at the floor. He would provide service during her meals so would have to eat his after she had finished and everything cleaned up. He had to knock and wait for permission to enter a room where Karen or her guests might be, curtsey upon entering, curtsey to acknowledge instructions and again as he left. The instructions went on and on, only use 'Sir' or 'Madam' when speaking to them and so on. Ominously there was a section that dealt with discipline, it warned him that his service should always be immaculate, the slipping of standards would involve corporal punishment. There was no amplification of this threat, it was left to his imagination. By the time he was finished reading everything he was thirsty and was happy to note that he had hot drink making facilities in his room. He thought about getting something to eat but still felt a little queasy so just had a drink of cocoa. It wasn't long before he set his alarm and went to sleep. * * * * * It seemed no time had passed when his alarm went off. It was Thursday and he had set it a little early in case he met problems the first day. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to sitting to pee then wipe afterwards. His first surprise was when he opened the closet to find that different coloured uniforms were all he had in the way of clothes and they were more like burlesque costumes, leaving little to the imagination. He'd been instructed to use a black uniform during the day then a different coloured one on different evenings, except that he had to wear a pink uniform all day on Sundays. All the underwear was white except for panties which were in fact only g-strings and were bright red. The three quarter cups of his basque lifted his breasts so they nearly jumped out of the low cut top of the dress and the skirt was so short it showed an expanse of flesh between his stocking tops and the crinolines that frothed out under the skirt. He realised that the colour of the g- strings meant that he had to be very careful or they would flash vividly to anyone who cared to look. He placed the little white lace trimmed cap on his head, attaching it with pins so that the black ribbons, the colour also of the dress, hung down his back over his hair. The matching shoes had five inch heels, not exactly comfortable but he was sure would have been worse without Karen's treatment of his ankles. By the time he'd tied the flimsy white hostess apron round his waist and looked in the mirror, he could feel a bad case of 'blue balls' was coming on. He hurried away from his room and the mirror as fast as his heels would allow him and made his way down four flights of stairs directly to the kitchen. Keeping his eye on the clock, he started with a cup of coffee for himself, then got on with his wife's breakfast. Once things were underway he laid the table in the sun room and waited for her to arrive. Almost exactly on time she appeared, he remembered to curtsey, placed a coffee in front of her then returned to the kitchen to collect her breakfast. He knocked on the door, remembering all the curtseys and to stand slightly behind her ready to top up coffee of orange juice. He wondered at her reaction to all this pampering. She behaved as if it was something she had got used to throughout her life, in other words, no reaction at all. He had smiled at her at every opportunity, but was given only a blank look in return. She ate her meal then got up and left without saying a word to him. He knew she had returned to her bedroom to freshen up, but when she left to go to the surgery he had no indication. He tried to eat some cereal but soon felt nauseous so gave up. Thursday was the day for deep cleaning Karen's bedroom and the dining room, the latter including polishing much of their silver, by the time he was half way through those tasks it was time to get a light lunch. They had always eaten their main meal in the evenings, so although it was two courses it was usually only a salad and some fresh fruit. Again it went off smoothly and again he was almost treated as if he wasn't there. He was beginning to find this irritating, after all he was only doing this to show how much he loved her, but there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't bother with lunch himself. Later in the afternoon, once he had his wife's evening meal underway, he climbed to his bedroom to change into a pastel green uniform, he noted that all the coloured ones had matching six inch heels. He was tired already by the day's exertions so this one inch extra height added disproportionately to his morale. He had just returned to the kitchen when Karen walked in. He turned to her and smiled, but she ignored him and went straight to the blackboard where she crossed through Saturday's dinner menu and wrote 'drinks and buffet for 25', then turned and walked out. Rather irritated after all the work he'd put in, he got on with her evening meal. At half past six he heard a buzzing noise and realised that it was the old, previously defunct servant call system. The house had been built when servants were the norm in a wealthy household and a system was developed that involved a box on the wall in the kitchen that buzzed when someone rang a call button and a red indicator dropped down to show which room the call came from. In this instance it was the small lounge so he used a pull cord to cancel the indicator and made his way to the room. He assumed that as he had been called he walked straight in but remembered to curtsey. "You rang Madam?" He just couldn't resist saying it and smiling. "Bring me a gin and tonic and some nuts Amada," she told him, not returning his smile. He reverted to being more formal and had curtseyed twice before he left to get what she wanted. He was a stickler for time himself, so at exactly seven o'clock he knocked and stood with his thumb in his hand. "Is dinner ready?" She looked up and asked. "Yes Madam," he replied with a curtsey and a smile. He was quite proud as he stood behind her as she ate, he really felt that he'd not only adapted well, he'd managed all the jobs he'd been given in the time allowed. As he poured her a small glass of port to go with the cheese she'd taken, without turning she told him to go to the library and wait for her and to take his knickers off. He supposed that she was going to give him some time out to talk to her as her husband or perhaps to check her handiwork. He had to wait for a few minutes so he sat to take the weight off his aching feet then had to spring up when she entered and took the seat he had just vacated. "There are a few things that I want to point out to you Amanda," she told him. "The first is that one of the seams in your stocking has been crooked all day. The second is that you didn't curtsey when I entered the kitchen nor to thank me when I gave you my entertaining number on your menu. The third was you didn't knock before entering when I rang for you and incidentally you also made what I assume was a sarcastic remark about ringing at that time, something you will be punished for in future. The fourth was that you spoke when I asked you if dinner was ready, that I will also forgive this once as I accept that the circumstances were a little ambiguous but don't let it happen again, just a curtsey is sufficient reply, I don't want to hear your voice. The fifth is when I tell you to wait for me you do not lounge about as you were when I came here. "Now I want to show you something and explain what you will do in future." She walked over to the corner of the room where the library steps were slightly away from the wall of books, they were designed so that the shortest of people could reach the top library shelf. He could see that they weren't as he remembered them, they had been modified a great deal and if he'd remained standing he would have been able to notice. At the bottom of the flight of five steps vertical posts rose up to be met by horizontal ones from the top step, it was more like a pillory, opened but the top supported horizontally above it. Jutting out from the bottom, rear, below the top step, were two boxes with half of each opened, showing that when these halves were closed there were holes cut in the top. "Now Amanda I want you to stand in the little boxes at the back of the steps and close the lids over your ankles, that's right, now slide the bolts across the tops to lock them. Now lean forward and stretch so that you can place your neck and wrists into the grooves and you will find a button just below your right hand, press it." He could just lean across the top step, it supported his hips, to put his head in the pillory and when he pressed the button the top half dropped onto the bottom with a 'clump' noise but also an audible click. He was now trapped in a bent over position, with his bare backside forced to jut out by the top step of the contraption. He tentatively tried to pull himself out of the pillory but he was firmly held. "Now Amanda, I want you to remember what you've done to fit yourself like this. If I ever have cause to send you to the library again to wait for me, that is the state I expect to find you in. Do you understand that? You may answer." "Yes Madam." "Good. Now you are going to receive your punishments for your failings. Normally each transgression will earn you six spanks but I'm a kind mistress so on this first occasion only I will give you two for each one. These are for an untidy uniform." Suddenly his left cheek was on fire and he screamed with the pain but he had hardly done that when his right cheek received the same. He was panting with shock and only just heard what his wife said next. "I'm now going to leave you to think about your crooked stockings. I must warn you that while I accept a certain degree of noise when you are spanked, any comprehensible words that come out of your mouth will be punished by six spanks for each one. In other words it will apply to any attempts at a plea." He heard her walk out of the room, returning after a long five minutes with a drink in her hand. She went to his rear and immediately his left cheek caught fire again followed by his right. It hurt him so much, overlying as it was his previous injuries that he started to cry. "Now take time to reflect on curtseying to me whether you enter my presence or I enter yours." She went away for a longer period this time, he realised that anticipation was almost as bad as the smacks and he was still sobbing when she returned. "These are for not knocking and entering a room without my permission." He had hoped that eventually he wouldn't be hurt so badly as time went on but the reverse was the case. This time he screamed with the pain as she again left him. It was half an hour before she returned next. He seriously thought about trying to appeal to her, but he knew that she had been specific about that. "I want you to remember Amanda that maids do not sit when they are supposed to be working unless the task warrants it, preparing vegetables or cleaning cutlery might be acceptable, after all I'm not a sadist, but I do demand the highest standards in my staff and you have nothing else to think about other than how you can best serve me. Am I clear? You may answer." "Yes Madam," he replied between sobs. She then hit him the final twice and showed him a leather implement. "What I've used this time is called my paddle. I also have a wooden one and a riding crop so if I feel like a change I will also use those. I'm told that they hurt more than this gentle device. This evening you've only had eight of the spanks out of the twenty four you should have had, so you may thank me for my generosity." "Thank you Madam," he sobbed. "Now think over all the things you've done wrong." She left him once again, the burning of his backside adding to his humiliation for what was most of the rest of the evening. It was only as she was going to bed that she came in and released him. As he stood up he nearly collapsed and had to quickly scramble into a curtsey. She turned and walked away without another word. It took him an hour to clear up the remains of dinner so it was midnight before he got to bed again without eating other than a taste of food as he prepared it. Even then he spent a restless night, his injured behind reminding him of what he'd had to go through. Come morning he was in the kitchen by six o'clock drinking copious amounts of coffee, even the thought of food made him feel ill. He was however, reflecting that on current evidence he seemed to have married a sadist, but it did ensure that he made certain that his dress was perfect. Breakfast went off in silence between them and Amanda got on with making petit fours and other snacking items that he could prepare in advance for Saturday. He still managed all his other duties and felt very proud of himself, content the Karen would find no fault with him. Dressed in his powder blue uniform with matching six inch high heels, dinner similarly went off well as did breakfast the following morning when he served his wife in bed. "Are you well advanced with the preparations for this evening girl? You may answer," she wanted to know. "Yes Madam, there are only items to prepare that couldn't be done in advance." He curtseyed then, taking no chances. "Change into your red uniform at five o'clock girl and don't forget that the guests tonight carry the same authority over you as me, you must do whatever they say or I'll send you to the library." When he returned to the kitchen he had a funny feeling in his stomach as being referred to as 'girl', it had actually turned him on a little. He reflected on this and the enigma of why he found dressing so attractive as he worked on the large buffet he was preparing. The house layout was such that there were two lounges, one considerably larger than the other, next to each other and separated by a removable partition. He pulled this back and it gave them quite a good size party room with chairs and small tables round the outside. The dining room also easily accessible from there, where he laid out the food and drinks. The majority of the latter was Champagne in ice buckets but he had to ensure that other choices were available. Although he had thought of it as a buffet, he was told that he would be doing the majority of the service from large trays that he could take round to the guests. He did spend a little time worrying that he would be recognised but he was pretty sure that it couldn't happen, he didn't even recognise himself. He spent more time worrying about the heels he had to wear that night, coloured ones all had six inch heels and he knew he would be walking a long way that evening.. He set up a table next to the front door where he could take any coats guests had and give them their first glass of Champagne. They started to arrive at six thirty and he was kept very busy for the next hour or so, going round with top ups and rushing back to the door when newcomers arrived. He knew most of the guests, they included their neighbours and members of the golf club. Karen and he didn't play, they had joined for the social life, so most of them should have been able to identify him, but no one seemed to do so, he was happy to note. Of course James Heath, Karen's partner was there but although he spent quite a long time with her during the course of the evening, he also circulated, getting to know other people which he was overheard to remark was useful to him as he was new to the area. He happened to be serving plates of nibbles near Karen when he heard someone ask where her husband was. "Oh my dear," she replied, "didn't you know that he's gone away? He's in foreign climes right now and I have no idea if he will ever come back." He was drawn away at that point so he couldn't hear any more. Later, when some of the guests were quite relaxed he was cornered by three of Karen's friends, all very attractive and around his own age, dressed very similarly but their hair colours were all different. There was a blonde a brunette and one with green hair. "You're a gorgeous little treasure, aren't you? Karen tells us that you swing in our direction Amanda, or should we call you Mandy?" Green Hair asked him but he had no idea what they were talking about. Blonde took his hand and pulled him out of the room and with a combination of pushing and pulling they dragged him up the stairs and into one of their bedrooms. "Please Madam, let me go back to attend to the other guests." He was starting to panic. "Don't be silly dear, we cleared it with Ms Taylor," Blonde insisted. "She told us that you'd been instructed to do whatever we asked, so that's OK isn't it?" As he spoke to that woman the other two had got undressed and while the Blonde was doing the same she turned the key to lock the door. With the three of them giggling they got into a huddle then turned to him all as naked as the day they were born. If he could have got hard he would have been like a ramrod when he saw that they each had a Brazilian, with only small, heart shaped tufts of hair above their pubes. One went behind him and undid his dress and by the time it had dropped to the floor his basque and g-string nearly caught it up. Then they used a stocking to gently tie his hands together behind him. "Now Mandy we're going to have a little game of hide and seek." They all laughed almost hysterically. "One of us has hidden the key to this bedroom door somewhere very intimate. I'm afraid that you have to find it before you can go back to your duties so you had better get started looking." "Madam, how can I look without my hands?" That made them laugh all the more and they all laid back on the bed. "Oh dear Mandy, you'll just have to use your tongue," Green Hair told him. He didn't find it as funny as them and he was getting close to panic, he didn't fancy another taste of the library steps and he suspected that he'd see them whatever he did. He leaned forward over who he now realised was a natural blonde, her collars and cuffs matched. He hoped she was the obvious choice, it was her that he last saw with the key. "You'll have to dig deeper than that," she told him. It was at that point the realised that his best chance of escape was to give them what they wanted. He'd always been quite skilled when it came to oral sex and it wasn't long before he had Blondie squirming. It was all very well for them, but he was getting really randy himself and it was getting painful. It seemed an age to him, but he finally felt her shuddering climax. "It doesn't seem to be in there," he commented, happy that this time they were laughing with him, not at him. Green Hair was next, of course he knew she used dye but was surprised to see that she was really a blonde. He tackled her with enthusiasm, trying to ignore the sexual aroma already on his face and the slightly different taste from his new exploration. He wasted no time seriously looking for the key, it was now obvious that he wasn't going to find it with any of them. It took a little longer to give her satisfaction but when she came she gave voice to her pleasure. Brunette pushed him off the bed then half followed him but turned over placing her behind in front of his face. "I think you ought to check the back door for the key, don't you?" she told him, adding to the three women's glee. This he hadn't reckoned on but he took a breath and explored her back passage with his tongue. It was cleaner than he had expected but it troubled him no end as he still had a raging lust that he couldn't stop. She obviously found his actions very arousing so it wasn't long before she turned over and he was able to satisfy her quickly after that. By then his face was covered in the women's intimate fluids and he was more frustrated than he'd ever been in his life. It was obvious that Karen had known that this would play out by giving him a new form of torture. "Look what I've found," said Blondie pretending to fish something out of her pussy (as she called it) with a flourish waving a key, "it was there all the time." "What about you, get up on the bed and relax, we'll soon have you screaming," Green Hair told him while gently squeezing his nipples. Now he had another problem. He gave it instant thought, his immediate reaction was to try talk his way out of it but it didn't strike him that they would keep their hands off him while his hands were still tied and then they would find out. It struck him that these were nice, fun women who he liked and made no secret of their proclivities. He decided to gamble that it wasn't another of Karen's plots. "Will you promise me that what I tell you won't go any further, not even to Karen?" he asked. They all agreed. "I'm sorry but I'm a man." They all looked at him, then each other, then laughed at his joke. "I'm Karen's husband." "You're not serious?" Brunette still didn't believe him. "Karen just told us you were just into kinky things." He explained how he was a cross dresser and Karen was making him serve as her maid until Christmas as punishment for not telling her earlier. He went on to explain about the whipping horse library steps and that was the reason he had to get back to work and also why he didn't want Karen to know how friendly he'd got with them. They spent another few minutes examining the area of his genitals then helped him dress. After he had freshened up they all agreed to keep his secret but try to make contact again. "Karen doesn't appreciate you," Blondie told him and introduced herself as Chloe, Green Hair as Tanya and Brunette; Helen. He made his way back downstairs and carried on serving food and drink as if nothing had happened. He looked round for his wife but couldn't see her anywhere. It was some time later that he realised that James Heath wasn't around either although many people had started to go home and he may have been one of them. His new friends soon took their leave and he was left with the rather drunken dregs that he finally managed to eject in a polite way by about one in the morning. It coincided with the appearance of a very dishevelled Karen near the top of the main staircase. She called out to tell him to do the clearing up the next day as she was going out early and wouldn't be back until late. She said that she wouldn't need any meals until breakfast on Monday and that he'd done very well and she so pleased with him he could just wear his own choice of uniform, then she went back up the stairs. He was puzzled. Not that she was going out, that wasn't unknown, but that she praised and rewarded him, that was very odd given her recent behaviour. He salvaged uneaten but edible food to the fridge or freezer, dumped non-edibles and tidied round so that on the face of it, it looked clean. He decided to take advantage of the offer and went to bed. When he got up in the morning he found the house empty so spent the day getting ahead of himself once he'd done the day's jobs. He had been dreading today as being Sunday he should have worn his pink, six inch heels all day. For the first time he was able to eat, it was only a little but sufficient to satisfy his poor appetite. He made Karen's bed, which seemed remarkably unruffled, he thought she must have slept very soundly. He then changed the bed linen in the room where he'd entertained the women and one of their other bedrooms where a couple had obviously had rather messy sex, he idly wondered which of their guests had availed themselves of it. Monday morning saw him properly start the routine that he hoped wouldn't be interrupted too many times. Karen had made no mention of her lesbian friends from the party or of anything else to him, just treating him in what had come to be her cold dispassionate manner. He was worried that when he got his not infrequent 'blue balls' it was the thought of the three women that kept coming back to him, not Karen. Twice during the week Karen phoned him through to make extra lunch as James was coming with her. He don't know what her thinking was, but each time she explained that they needed to talk about something to do with work. They was the only times she expanded an order to him. He hoped she did it was so that he wasn't worried unnecessarily, about her spending social time as well as work with her business partner, but somehow he didn't doubted she would do anything to save his feelings. On Thursday, after he had served breakfast, he had just returned to the kitchen when Karen walked in. He turned to her and curtseyed with a smile, but she ignored him and went straight to the blackboard where she wrote alongside Friday's date '+3' and Saturday's '+1', then turned and walked out. He remembered to curtsey to her multiple times, remembering the pain he suffered for forgetting last time. He used the correct procedure to be allowed to speak. "What do you want girl?" she snapped. "Madam is it possible to know the preferences or potential allergies of your guests?" "Is this just a cunning way to ask who they are?" "No Madam, I do have sufficient foie gras mi-cuit for four people but many persons don't like to eat it, I only need to know if it is acceptable to serve." "Yes it will be, but Mr Heath is coming both nights, you know he doesn't like raw tomato." He curtseyed immediately and then again as she left. That news hurt him, it wasn't that he minded her partner James Heath, just coming for a meal, he'd done so often before but this time he was obviously partnering Karen as host for her guests. It was as he was dusting the lounge that Karen entered and he nearly fell over in his rush to curtsey. "I don't want to hear your voice again Amanda, you can write any questions you have like this morning on this notepad." She handed him a small plastic coated pad with a pencil attached, and he placed it in the small pocket in his apron, curtseying. "This will remind you if you need it. It's one of my barking dog control collars and will give you a nasty shock if you speak, it's also been modified to do the same if you leave the house, but that's incidental, I don't suppose you will ever need to do that." She fitted a shiny metal choker round his neck which he heard click as it shut, she showed him what looked like a small remote control button. "If you do something to displease me, I also have the facility to give you the same very powerful shock by pressing my little toy here. You will have to be extra careful not to get a spanking for breaking any rules because if you cry out you'll be punished with a shock as well." For the first time since his operation he saw her smile as she walked away. For that reason, even above the beating he'd been given, Amanda suddenly didn't trust his wife. There was something about her attitude which had changed. It wasn't the coldness, he accepted that and it wasn't the threat of further punishment that caused him to suspect she had an agenda he wasn't aware of. It was that smile. It had become apparent that she was now enjoying hurting him and someone in love doesn't do that. It was her enjoyment that opened his eyes. His means of connection to the internet, his phone, pad and laptop had all disappeared along with his clothes. There were still her devices around, especially in her home office, although she had them very well password protected. But he was good with IT and he also had some quite sophisticated boys' toys up in one of the loft rooms. The dinner the following night went without a hitch. That was if you didn't think that the couple, who he didn't know, assuming that James Heath was Karen's husband was a hitch. Amanda was praised for the meal by the couple but was inwardly fuming at Karen and James, the way they were taking over the household, after all it was his old family home long before Karen even knew him. He realised that he had to eat something and did himself a slice of toast which he forced down. The next morning was Saturday so he took Karen's breakfast to her in bed. "You'll have to do a second breakfast Amanda, just toast and coffee for Mr Heath in the next door bedroom." He had just placed her meal in front of her and went straight away back to the kitchen to make his breakfast which he served only about ten minutes later. The trouble was that he'd run out of milk for the guest's second cup of coffee. He wrote an apology explaining that they were out until the milkman called at about ten. Heath kept the note, telling him not to worry as he accepted that he hadn't been expected to stay for breakfast. He didn't know whether to be upset that for the first time ever James Heath had stayed the night, or just thankful it was in a different room from his wife. Once they were up Karen walked into the kitchen where Amanda was clearing up. "Bend over the counter Amanda," she ordered. He suddenly heard a sharp noise and felt a pain in his buttock but not from being spanked. She had done something to him but he didn't know what. It wasn't until afterwards that he remembered where he'd heard the noise; it was the high pressure inoculation gun that she used on the livestock. She had injected him with something but what it was, she didn't tell him and of course he couldn't ask. He had no breakfast and by lunchtime he was feeling so sick he couldn't face it. In the event his wife and her partner both went out and he didn't see them until six o'clock that evening when they arrived home by taxi, showing signs that they had already stopped in a bar somewhere. One thing was troubling him all day, getting worse as time went on, his nipples were itching like crazy and by the early evening the irritating area covered most of his breasts. He had been proud of the four course meal that he served them. He intended to show his wife that he was doing his best to make her understand that he wanted to comply with her wishes. In the event he wished he hadn't bothered. They both indulged in more alcohol than he had seen his wife drink and given that they'd already had a head start, they were feeling no pain by the end of the meal that they certainly didn't appreciate. "We'll both want black coffee with breakfast at nine in the morning girl." was the only sensible comment he heard from his wife as she told him they were going to bed. He ate half an apple then cleared up and went to bed, grateful for the extra time he would have asleep. In the event his pleasure was misplaced. His breasts and especially his nipples were driving him crazy most of the night. At nine he knocked on his wife's bedroom door with her tray, leaving the second breakfast for Heath outside on a dresser on the landing. When he was told to enter he had the worst shock of his life. James Heath was in the same bed. He managed to hesitate only for a few seconds, placed Karen's tray in front of her, then left the door open as he collected then delivered his tray. He stood there trying not to cry but he felt a tear run down his cheek. "Amanda, take your uniform off," she ordered but had to repeat it as he couldn't believe that was what she wanted him to do. "Come here and bend over my tray," she told him. As he got close but didn't understand exactly what she wanted she pulled the straps of the basque off his shoulders, letting his substantial breasts hang free. She painfully grabbed hold of the nearest one pulled on it until it was over her coffee and started to squeeze it. He winced with pain but she warned him that if he moved she would send him to the library. In moments and very uncomfortably for Amanda she started to squeeze milk out of it directly into her cup. "Would you like some milk James?" she asked in the sort of soft voice that he could only hold as a memory when she used to speak to him like it. Once he answered that he did, Amanda was told to go round the other side of the bed where Heath milked his other breast, all the time laughing at the situation. After the initial pain, his breasts actually felt a little better but her next words stung him. "Now we never need to worry about running out of milk again." She gave him a nasty smile. "We really do have a milk maid now James and if she complains I'll give her cow sized udders and we can supply all out friends with milk." He was so humiliated that he wanted to die, just so he didn't have to suffer any more. After they had eaten they sent him away, telling him that they would be out for both lunch and dinner but from the next day onwards he was to always assume there would be two people for meals, not one. As a result of those words he became depressed. Not just fed up, everyone gets like that from time to time, a clinical depression. Just before they left the house Karen came to the kitchen again, making no secret that she was giving him a second injection. In fact she took pleasure in explaining to him that this one was a slow release, that would keep him producing milk. She then gave him a box containing an electric pump with two teats and detachable bottles in which he could express and store his milk in the fridge. He was told to do it after she'd had her breakfast (in case she wanted some with it) and after she had gone to bed, in which case she wouldn't need any until morning. He barely registered what she was saying. He didn't consider how he could escape or whether he could commit suicide, he just didn't care any more. The next morning he produced two breakfasts at the right time and in the right place, standing by as were his instructions to serve anything they wanted. James Heath wanted maid's milk in his coffee. He helped himself as the maid leaned over the cup, some tears trickled down his cheeks but no one noticed. When the two lovers had left for work Amanda got on with the tasks on his schedule but everything was just automatic. Nothing was written down on the daily list about filling in menus so it wasn't something he did. In any case he wouldn't have been able to use his imagination to think of future menus. Likewise nothing was on his daily list about re- ordering comestibles and other supplies. One day was much like another. He cooked and cleaned and leaked milk that he didn't remember to express, and was unable to be self critical when he looked at what he'd cleaned. His meals were adequate at best, with none of the trimmings he usually managed to twist into his cooking. One day two weeks later Karen went to the kitchen to mark that she had four guests coming to dinner on the Saturday. No menus were posted. She looked round the house and found Amanda supposedly polishing the dining room table but all he was doing was going round and round in the same spot staring vacantly ahead at nothing in particular. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at him. "Go to the library and wait for me." He looked at her blankly, curtseyed, and did as he was told. Automatically he locked himself into the pillory, only able to because the nightmares about doing it had imprinted the sequence in his memory. In a short time Karen arrived. "This morning there were no toilet rolls in my en-suite, I told you about that yesterday and you haven't put them in there. You haven't kept the menus up to date, you've missed twelve days so that's twelve errors, you're doing a rotten job of cleaning and your cooking is slap dash. I've given you a bit of leeway but you've been taking advantage of my generous nature. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget." She hit him with all her strength using the wooden paddle. By the time she'd done it a dozen or so times she realised that it was having no effect on him. He was just staring down at the floor. She opened a drawer and took out her riding crop. By the time she'd drawn blood so badly that it was splashing onto her, she looked at his face again to find no change. She threw the crop down and stomped off to get herself a drink. That was the situation that James walked into about half an hour later. "What's the matter?" he asked, seeing that she was upset, but then saw the blood on her arm and shoulder. "Are you hurt?" "No it's that lazy maid of ours, it's not only her cooking that's gone to pot, it's her cleaning and half a dozen other things that she's not doing. I've given her a good spanking so can you get her out of the library and tell her to make our dinner." It was only the bloody nature of a vet's job sometimes, that hardened him enough to deal with what he saw. He opened the locks on the pillory and help Amanda to get up but as soon as he wasn't taking his weight the maid collapsed on the floor. His eyes were still open but he was staring sightlessly ahead of himself and tears were running just as the front of his uniform was soaked through with breast milk. The worried man left him in the recovery position so he could discuss the problem with Karen. "Nonsense James she's just a lazy bitch," was her unhelpful comment. "I'm telling you Karen, she's catatonic, there's no response at all, what the hell did you do to her, I mean him?" "I'll soon sort her out, just watch," she told him. She walked out into the hallway where she could see the maid's prostrate form. She pulled out the small remote control that she had an a chain round her neck and pressed the button on it. They saw the maid's body bounce but remained still after the shock ended. She pressed it again with the same result. Heath walked over and something made him feel for a pulse but there wasn't one. He immediately started compressions telling Karen that she'd killed him. Now Karen may have taken the opportunity to cuckold her husband, trade him in for a beefier model, she may have found that she enjoyed hurting him, but murder didn't figure in her plans at all. Not that she was thinking of her husband, it was her career and reputation she was worried about. Fortunately, between the two of them, she knew they had enough equipment and skill to keep him alive, so long as it wasn't already too late. It wasn't. It remained on the weak side but his heart definitely started to beat. They carried him up to the bedroom next to theirs, put him on a saline drip and set up monitoring equipment that they could observe remotely and left him to rest. Karen ordered a takeaway. The next morning they renewed the drip and were somewhat relieved that his heartbeat was a little stronger. They got on with business, she had a farm appointment so James took morning clinic. It was nearly lunchtime when Chloe and Helen called at the surgery for Karen. "We were hoping to take her for lunch," Chloe explained. "She's just rung me," James explained, "she's on her way back, would you like to wait in the house, we'll only be a few minutes." He showed them through the connecting door to the main house from the surgery. "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge, will you help yourselves?" "That's alright, but where's your maid? Can't she get it for us?" Helen asked. "She's away at the moment, can you help yourselves?" They noticed that James had hesitated a little before he'd replied. The women did a little exploring in the house, then Chloe made a phone call. It was about fifteen minutes later that Karen and James came to greet their visitors and they had just settled down with them in the lounge when they heard one or more cars pull up, then there was a knock on the door. Karen excused herself and went to answer it. Back in the room they heard her shouting. "You can't come in here, this is a private house and you need a search warrant." There was the sound of people in a hurry up their stairs and Karen was brought back into the room, her arm firmly in the grip of a woman. They were followed by three men. "Are you James Heath?" the woman asked, then when she heard the affirmative she continued. "Karen Taylor and James Heath, my name is Detective Inspector Holly Franks, I am arresting you both for assault on David Taylor, you do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The inspector grabbed the remote from Karen's neck, breaking the chain and found the switch to turn it off then two of the men took the couple out of the house. "Thank God you got here, can we see how he is?" Chloe asked. They all went up the stairs to the bedroom where paramedics were assessing Amanda. "She's very poorly," one medic replied to their questions. "She's a he, this is the man we told you about Holly," Chloe told her. At that point the medics tried to turn Amanda onto his side, but he was stuck to the bedding. When they eventually saw the cause, the state of his backside, Helen had to run to the toilet to be sick. Amanda was driven, blue lit to hospital where he was immediately placed in the high dependency unit. Chloe and a very green Helen were taken to the police station by Chloe's friend, the Inspector, where they both gave formal statements. These were signed before the interview with Karen started, so they could be referred to. Both of them along with Tanya (Miss Green Hair), who was away on business this week, received an e-mail from Karen's computer but actually sent by Amanda. It described what had been done to him, immediately after the party, how he was fitted with the collar and how he had looked it up by hacking into his wife's computer. He had discovered that the shock from it was very powerful and would certainly cause him injury and might even kill him, but he'd also found the frequency it worked on. Among his gadgets he had a radio switching system which he'd doctored to send a signal when activated by the collar signal frequency, to instruct Karen's computer to send an e-mail to three of the people in her 'contacts' memory. The e-mail he'd drafted also asked them to ring both the police and ambulance service. Unfortunately none of them had checked their mail that night, but Tanya had been up early for work and phoned the others to act. Chloe had a good friend in the police, Holly, but it had still taken a while to get things organised. Amanda's system had been flooded with hormones and although he was slowly able to recover from his injuries it was soon realised that he would never be a fully functioning man again. While he underwent counselling, both Karen and James were forbidden to use his premises for their veterinarian's clinic so they had to employ agency vets to wind it down. The charges against them had been increased to grievous bodily harm (up from plain assault), slavery, false imprisonment and administering a noxious substance, so they realised that they weren't going to be able to carry on with their professions. Amanda's divorce inevitably followed where the assets of the clinic (substantial, as there were no building overheads) and the personal savings of both James and Karen were swallowed up by either compensation or legal charges. It was six months later when the next party was held in Amanda's house, but the only invitees were Chloe, Tanya and Helen. When she greeted them she was in her maid's uniform but her hair was dyed bright red. When she explained that she thought she ought fit in with their colour scheme, they roared with laughter. "Now then ladies," she addressed them while they were enjoying some lavish nibbles and good Champagne. "I seem to remember that you promised you could get me screaming the first time we all met here. I now have the equipment to enjoy it so I want you to prove it." Amanda then introduced them to what she called her 'playroom', with a huge bed they could all fit in and every known toy to womankind. For several months they socialised together, D. I. Holly often joining them, but Amanda later found that she was often going out with just Chloe. They had developed a friendship that went beyond that level and eventually more than a year after David's divorce from Karen, Amanda and Chloe got married. By the time she was advised that Karen was applying for parole, having served six years of her ten year sentence, Amanda and her wife had a pair of twins and really didn't care to even think about her ex-wife.