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French Maid Forever
Debra
Phil didn't think it was such a big deal. Not really. OK, he probably
should not have cheated on his wife, Cindy. Again. With his personal
assistant.
But he had. And Cindy had caught him. Now she was livid. She was
waiving the separate property agreement he had signed the last time this
had happened. If she demanded a divorce, and with the pictures she had
she would get one. She would own the house, the company and all of the
investments.
He really had no choice but to take the deal she proposed. Actually it
was the punishment she demanded.
It had started with a one week "training class" with one of Cindy's
friends. She was a professional dominatrix. He had knocked on her door
and was admitted to a very formidable dungeon. It consisted of several
rooms.
The main room was dominated by a large, steel Saint Andrew's cross mounted
on one wall. Another wall featured a metal grid with many attachment
points. Overhead was a hoist. Scattered about the room were bits of
furniture, none of which looked comfortable. A padded horse. A strange
looking barrel with several holes in it. A Judas chair although the
spikes were not included. Even a fancy casket lined with silf and propped
open.
A second room was called the medical room and it included a dentist's
chair, a gynecologist's examination table and an enema bench as well as
several ominous looking devices.
The third room was probably the most terrifying. It was set into the
concrete foundation. The door was just over six feet high and the ceiling
was about a foot higher. The room was only about two feet deep and maybe
four feet wide. Fastened in the concrete wall were several iron rings.
"Don't worry," she said, amused at his staring. "You will get to sample
all of them!"
His training began. At the domme's orders he was to address her only as
Mistress. She had given him a heavy leather collar and told him to buckle
it tightly around his neck. Then she hooked a leash to the ring in the
front of the collar and lead him around while she pointed all of the
devices in the dungeon and described ho they might be used
She demanded that he strip and put his clothes in a black plastic bag she
handed him. Once he was naked she took the bag and tossed it into a trash
can.
He nearly rebelled at her next demands but she waived a copy of the
terrible agreement in front of him and he knew that she knew he would do
whatever she demanded, no matter how embarrassing or degrading it might
be.
So it was that he found himself wearing a black, heavy duty, corset like
Merry Widow. She had told him what it was called. He had wrapped it
around himself and fastened it up the front. It had laces in the back but
they were left loose at first. He was told to sit down and he was given a
pair of black, silk stockings. She showed him how to roll them up and
then put them on, fastening them to the garters on the bottom of his
corset.
The shoes he had to lace on his feet were horrible. They were painful in
that they forced his feet into a ballerina's arch. They were oxford style
but the toes came to an extreme point. The heels were thin and so very
high. If he had to stand he would be on his toes. He could not imagine
how painful that would be.
Leather cuffs were locked on each wrist and ankle. The collar was removed
only to be replaced with a much heavier one that locked in place. It was
shaped to cup his jaw but in the front it came to two very sharp points,
one under his chin and one against his chest. It forced his head to bend
up and back making him look up at the ceiling.
A long black wig was fastened to his head and heavy earrings in a
chandelier style were clipped to his ears. The clips were very tight and
were pointed. She said that they would eventually penetrate his lobes, a
very painful and slow way to get pierced ears.
Using a cattle prod she forced him to stand up and to totter forward into
the small room. A quick link locked the ring in his collar to the ring in
the wall. Similar links soon had his arms and legs spread and locked to
the wall. He could only stand in place as she pulled on his corset laces
until he felt like his waist was being cut in two. He could barely
breathe by the time he felt her tying them off in a knot.
Directly above his head near his lips was a large latex dildo. "That is
for suck training," she said. "When you get thirsty enough all you have
to do is take it into your mouth and rise up until your lips reach the
top. If you press them tightly against the base and suck real hard, you
will get some nourishment. Slide back a little bit and you will be able
to swallow."
He did not know what it was called but he felt something being pushed deep
into his rectum and then being inflated. She told him he would be
receiving punishment enemas. Some would be hot, some cold. All would
contain soapy liquid and many would be laced with hot sauce.
He felt her hands slide up and down his body checking out all of his
apparel and his bondage. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I almost forgot."
He felt her fasten cuffs around his legs above each knee. He moaned as
she pulled his legs apart until each was straight up and down from toe to
knee. The strain on his hips was already painful and he felt his toes
slip just a little bit further down into the points of the shoes.
Then without a word she stepped back and closed the heavy door. It
sounded like some kind of a rubber gasket sealing as the door closed. He
heard the locks snap shut and he was alone in the very small, very dark
and very silent space.
How long he was there he never knew. Nothing ever changed. The corset
felt like it was getting tighter and tighter. He knew his feet were being
forced further and further down into those pointed toes and his leg
muscles were screaming from holding him up on his arched feet.
Finally the desire for water became so great that he took the dildo into
his mouth and managed to overcome his gag reflex and force it deep into
his throat until his lips pressed against the base. He learned that in
addition to sucking he got better results if he used his tongue to stroke
the thing. As she said he had to lower himself down a few inches to
swallow and then push back up again to get another bit of liquid.
Even worse was what happened at his other end. Liquid would shoot up into
the device in his rear and he was unable to push it back out. Cramps
would become very painful until at last the pressure would stop and he
would be able to evacuate. He never knew until it was too late what might
be shot up into his inner core. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes cold.
Sometimes it burned but always it caused him to cramp.
He lost track of how many times he was given the enemas and how long he
was forced to endure his dark, coffin like prison. At first he thought he
would be released but after a while he began to wonder if anyone would
ever come to free him. His entire being finally consisted of working the
cock in his mouth. He also began to almost take pleasure when his enema
was allowed to void.
When the door behind him finally opened the light that came through seemed
so bright it nearly blinded him. He sighed in relief as the nozzle that
had been wedged up his ass was deflated and removed. His arms were
unlocked but he was helpless to resist as they were pulled behind him. A
short steel rod was used to lock his wrists about six inches apart. Next
came a wide leather strap that was used to pull his elbows together until
they nearly touched. He quickly realized he was still helpless even as
his neck collar and knee and ankle locks were released.
He was lowered to the floor and he nearly cried with relief, his new pains
nothing compared to what he so far endured. Mistress then dragged him
over to a chair and helped him to rise up enough to take a seat. When she
removed those terrible shoes he felt a very strange emotion. He knew he
would thank her if he could, forgetting it had been she who had forced him
into them in the first place.
He could only sit and watch as she reached down and grasped his penis. It
did not react of course, not even when she threaded a long hollow tube
into it. The tube had several balls spaced on it, each about an inch
apart. At the end was a strange kind of cage which covered the head of
his cock. A round ring was located just behind the head and when it was
closed it squeezed tightly, locking the device into place. Loose chains
ran from the ring to additional rings which were clamped tightly around
his balls. These squeezed his balls into two tight sacks and held them
away from his crotch.
"There," she said. "Fully functional and totally locked in place. When
the stopper in the end is removed you will be able to pee. If your wife
decides to be really cruel, she can feed you Viagra and you will even be
able have an erection although you certainly won't want to."
She put a pair of black patent leather pumps on the floor in front of him.
They had very pointed toes and tall heels. "Six inches," she said. "You
will soon get used to wearing them. You will slide you feet into them now
and you will never take them off unless I give you permission. Oh, they
are two sizes too small."
At his slight hesitation she picked up a remote control and pushed a
button. He screamed in pain as a shock passed up and down the inside of
his cock. He was certain it must be on fire.
"You will obey my every command," Mistress explained with a grin. "I'm
sure it won't take very many of those shocks to teach you to be totally
subservient."
His training took a week. He knew because he was allowed to sleep for
eight hours each day. The rest of the day he learned to move gracefully
in those heels and to obey Mistress's every command. He also learned how
she used every device in her palace of pain and pleasure. That was what
she called her dungeon although he never found any pleasure. Only pain
when he failed to perform to her satisfaction. At the end of the week she
pronounced him ready to serve.
He recognized his house when Mistress drove up to the driveway. Meekly he
got out of the car and followed her through the front door. Once inside
he curtsied to his wife. He wore a shiny black French maid's dress with a
very short skirt and several petticoats. He was in full makeup with
dramatic eyes and bright red lips. Waist length hair hung from his head
and large heavy earnings brushed his bare shoulders. With the heavy
silicon breast inserts fastened to his chest and the cinched in hour glass
corset at his waist he had a very curvy figure.
His shoes were strappy sandals, again with narrow six inch high heels.
They made him mince with every step and showed off his red painted
toenails. Matching, very long red fingernails completed his ensemble.
His hips swayed with every step, just as Mistress had trained him.
As he stepped into the living room he realized that it was full of his and
Cindy's friends. The women smiled and the men just stared at the feminine
creature he had become. All in all he was a caricature of a fetish sissy
maid.
"This is my new addition," Cindy explained. "She is a gurl and she has
been trained to only think of herself only as a sissy she. She does not
deserve to be a woman, just a gurl." Everyone laughed as drinks were
served. By the new maid of course.
"We will start with Bob," Cindy said once everyone was ready. "He won the
drawing."
Phil stepped over and stood in front of Bob. "My name is Matilda," she
spoke with a slight lisp as she curtsied. "I am a sissy cock sucker and I
am here to serve you tonight. May I please suck your cock?"
At a nod from Bob Matilda knelt down and unzipped his pants. Using both
hands she reached inside and brought out an already hard cock and a pair
of balls. Taking the balls in one hand she first kissed the head of the
cock and then took it into her mouth. As Bob grew more excited, Matilda
felt hands on her head, pushing her further and further down until she had
the entire cock in her mouth. Up and down her head moved until Bob gasped
and then shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. She swallowed
every drop and licked her lips afterwards.
"Thank you so much," Matilda said as she put Bob's equipment away and
zipped up his pants. "I hope I did a good job and I will be so happy to
suck you again, any time you desire. I will always be ready and
available."
She then stood up and moved over to Joe as her wife pointed. She curtsied
and said in her high pitched voice, "Please fuck me. I need a big hard
cock plunging deep inside of me, over and over until I scream with
pleasure."
As Joe stood up, Phil, now Matilda forever, began to undo his pants.
Again she pulled out his cock and balls. This time she bent down and
kissed his already hard cock. It looked and felt like a massive log. She
took a tube of gel and began to rub the lubricant up and down the pole
until it was slick and throbbing. Then she turned around, pulled up her
skirts and presented her ass to him.
"Please fuck me good," she lisped. "I need it so much!" As Joe began to
comply she heard Cindy telling the crowd that she would service everyone
there at least twice. The high point of the evening would be when she was
spit roasted by two of the men while she used her hands to prepare two
more to take her when the first two finished.
Cindy laughed and Matilda screamed as Cindy pressed the button on the
remote controller. "That," she laughed, "is permanently installed and
will insure that you will be a dutiful maid for as long as I decide to let
you serve me and my friends."
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