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It wasn't like it was a new idea or one I didn't understand. The reasons for my request were fairly obvious. The reasons for her agreeing to my request, were obvious too. She wanted something more from sex. More than I could give her, both physically and physiologically. Bigger for longer. I loved her more than anything. Our failure to have satisfactory love making had been there, from the start, on our wedding night. We overlooked it because we were in love. Later, we tried sexual toys, role play, and even swapping. That gave her a taste, but my partner had to be content with my oral attentions. Something I liked but my wife didn't. But the sparks for her and her male partner didn't happen. Even if better than me, it was still unsatisfying. Plus she was uncomfortable with me being with another woman. I mean it wasn't that her pussy was too big for me, it was my issue. So the process led to this moment. Tess, my wife, was going out on a date. With a man she had met at the fitness club she belonged to. They met innocently enough, both wanting to use the same weight machine. They chatted at first, then began working out together. This guy, Kent, who was bigger, younger, but also much more sexually experienced than me. They'd flirted around, safe but teasing, for more than a year. Finally, she'd decided he might be capable of meeting her needs. Her sexual needs. We talked about it, the process that I'd suggested. So it seemed like a good choice. He was certainly willing and quickly accepted her invitation to go for coffee after a workout last week. She had been intentionally more friendly and open, producing her desired outcome of an inquiry from him about going out one night. For dinner, maybe a movie, a proper date. Tess had acted reluctant, but interested. Enough so that their plans for tonight were made. Kent was due by any minute. I was nervous but wanted to see him myself. So I could tell her request was designed to get me out of the way. After she'd gotten ready, in a nice form fitting dress, heels, her hair and makeup done perfectly, she brought a skirt to me. The hem had come loose and she asked me to fix it. I reluctantly agreed and headed upstairs to my sewing room at the back of the house. Even though Tess didn't work, she wasn't much a housekeeper or homemaker. So in our first year together, she suggested I take sewing lessons, at a local conservative church college, as it would be a useful skill. I did well. Well enough, that she soon suggested classes on cooking, decorating, even deportment and manners. I agreed to them, even though I was usually the only male in the classes. Once I had the skills, I agreed to do those for her as well as taking over the chores of cleaning the house and doing our laundry. It didn't seem like much at first but by now, after five years, I not only worked to pay all our bills but kept the house running smoothly. I had once suggested we hire a cleaning service, but she'd objected. Telling me she felt much better knowing I'd done her laundry or cleaned our bedroom. Not having any domestic or work responsibilities, left lots of time for her to do things like work out, shop and meet for lunch with the other wives in our neighborhood. My work paid well enough that we had a big, house in a fairly exclusive area. We drove nice, cars too, trading in every couple of years to have the latest models. She preferred a sleek, sporty Mercedes two seat sports car. Mine was newer too, but a more practical option. A small electric SUV better suited to hauling groceries and running errands. I readily agreed to our lifestyle and provided anything Tess desired, as my sexual failures played on my guilt about being unable to satisfy her. But she never really brought it up, and was always loving when we were together in the evenings or weekends. Still I perfectly understood when she told me she had a date. I heard the doorbell ring and then her happy chatter. Her high, lilting voice, was like music to me. I could make out the low rumble of a male voice too. But I was too far away to make out words. Then the door shut, a car started up, and they were gone. I kept myself busy, catching up on several sewing projects I had fallen behind on, as well, as tending to some special requests Tess had. I ironed several dresses, blouses, and trouser outfits. I had done them once, but she felt they needed a better job. She often did that, inspected my work, insisting I do my best. Other chores, like polishing her dozens of shoes, were on a regular rotation. So I caught up on those too. The chores kept me busy, but didn't really keep my mind off of Tess. She'd promised me this was just a first date and she'd be respectable. I trusted her, as I knew she wasn't the kind of woman to go too far too fast. Still I worried. I was only partly relieved when I heard a car, then soft talk at our front door. More relieved when I heard the car pull out of our driveway. It was early, not even eleven yet, so that made me feel good. I felt even better when I heard her call out my name. I made my way downstairs, toward our first floor master bedroom, as that was where her voice was coming from. As I entered, she had already shed her heels and dress, and was in the process of unhooking her bra. See me, she smiled, and turned her back to me, so I could unhook it for her. "Oh Walter, there you are. I'm so glad to be home. With you. I mean, I had a good time and all, but I missed our time together. Did you miss me? I hope you were able to get your chores done and not worry. I really wanted to go out with Kent, but didn't want you to be lonely. How was it?" I finished unhooking her bra, while she asked me questions and shed her panties, handing them to me. I then picked up the dress and heels. She had gone to her dresser to get a nightgown. Although generally a neat person, Tess had a habit of dropping her clothes everywhere, I guess knowing I pick up after her. I could tell from her demeanor she'd had a good time. I also knew she'd want to tell me about it. "I missed you too, but I got everything done you wanted. Plus caught up on a few regular chores too. I tried to be productive while you were out. So tell me, how was it? Was Kent as nice as you hoped?" "Yes, he was. I was surprised at how nice he looked. I've always seen him in his workout gear. But he wore nice pants, dress shirt and a blazer, even. Very sharp looking. He took me to a nice restaurant. You know the one, the steak place by the park. It must have been expensive, but it all tasted so good. We had a private booth in the back, very romantic. Then we went to the late movie over at the Plaza Cinema. That new romantic comedy was playing. It wasn't crowded, but we sat in the back, so we could whisper back and forth and you know, be close. What really amazed me about the evening was how right it felt somehow. I was excited, but not nervous, relaxed in a sort of stimulated way, you know what I mean. The best part was at the theater and later here, when we said good night. He's such a good kisser. His lips are soft, but he has a strong almost demanding way of kissing. I felt mushy inside every time." Tess had been sitting on the bed, her short nightgown sort of bunched up, flashing her pussy at me. As she talked, she played with her hair, sort of twisting it or flipping it out. She had a sort of understated beauty, a mix of the girl next door and a model. Her hair was a soft blonde, long and usually curled so it framed her face. Her deep blue eyes and pale, unblemished skin, revealed her Scandinavian heritage. Of course, she was lightly tan elsewhere, having regular appointments at the tanning booths in the club. That gave her body a soft golden glow, all over, except where the tiny thong she wore kept her pussy a soft white. That way her round ass cheeks and her breasts, full C cup with next to no droop, would look good in any outfit. She kept herself well maintained as she had regular manicures and pedicures, waxing, facials, and massages, to make her look polished at all times. With her lean, toned body, she looked like a dream. Plus she wore the most flattering clothes and sexy heels. I could easily see why Kent would be so interested. When she mentioned his kissing, a light pink flashed on her cheeks and she broke our gaze to look down where her right hand was fiddling with the ruffled hem of her gown. I could tell she was a little nervous and self-conscious about it. Still she wanted me to know. "At the theater when we kissed, he moved his hand to me. To feel me. I mean it was on the outside of my dress, but I could feel his strength when he cupped my breast. Later he ran his hand over my thigh, near my panty. It felt so good, hot and exciting. Just his touch. So I did some too. I mean, I'd seen him of course at the club. The bulge occasionally as he stretched or something. But I just had to feel it." My mouth was dry and I could see how excited she was even now about it. I knew she wanted me to ask, so I did. Even though I didn't want to know. "So how did it feel? Was it what you expected? What you hoped for?" My questions brought a nervous giggle. Then she looked up at me, smiling, before returning her gaze downward. "Yes, I guess. It felt big, so big. I just sort of cupped it, but it was more than a handful. He sort of moaned when I touched him and then kissed me. Hard. I didn't leave my hand there long, but I did lean on his shoulder after that. At the door, we just kissed and hugged. Then he asked if I would go out with him again. Come to his place, for dinner." Now I was the nervous one. Wanting to know, but not really. "So what did you tell him?" "Yes, of course. I mean, the whole idea of going out with him, was to see if sex with him would be good. I know that's what he wants too. Now. So I'm going over there on Friday. But I promise, I'll come home. I already told him that. I mean, he knows I'm married, so he asked all about it. If you knew, whether it was okay, if we were having problems. You know the questions you'd expect him to ask. I just told him, you were okay with us going out. That it wasn't a problem and that our marriage was good. Just a bit different than most. He seemed okay with that. I think. You know Walter, I can hardly wait. I just hope he's as good at it as I think he'll be. Right? To be honest, I was so hot about him, that I really wanted to ask him to come inside tonight. But I knew that wasn't fair to you. Tell you what, since you're done with the chores, why don't you put your pajamas on and we can cuddle. I need to feel the touch of man." It hurt to hear Tess talk like that. To be so honest. But I realized it was better this way than her sneaking around. Also, I couldn't bring myself to deny her sexual needs. If I loved her as much as I did, I wanted her to be happy and fulfilled. I consoled myself as we spooned on the bed. She continued to give me details about her date intermixed with kisses. Of course, my hands found their way over her body, as he always let me caress her. We were very intimate with each other, it was just I couldn't give her an orgasm. The next couple of days were torturous. I dreaded Friday, while Tess's excitement continued to build. Finally, when I got home from work that day, she was ready. She was supposed to be at Kent's around 6, supposedly for dinner. But I assumed they'd likely go right to bed, as would I if I were him. As I came in, I made my way to the bedroom. Tess was getting dressed, working a silky, white jumpsuit up her body. It was a halter design, very low cut in the back, so low that the top of her ass showed. It was also skin tight, molding to her body. I knew from when she wore it before that it was so tight she never wore underwear with it, not even the thongs she preferred. I could imagine her stripping out of it almost as soon as she got to his place. Seeing me enter, she finished dressing and came to me, lightly kissing me. "Oh good you're home. I need to leave shortly and we have to get you ready." "Ready? What do you mean?" "Well even though I told Kent you were fine with me and him, he's worried. He told me at the club today, he keeps thinking you'll get jealous and come over. He doesn't want a scene, or even worse. So he gave me something he wants you to use. I'm supposed to put it on, and take all of our car keys. That way, he'll feel safe that you can't make your way to his house. I told him it was silly, but he insisted. So come on, get undressed for me." "Undressed? What did he give you?" Tess held it up. It was a metal bar with a leather cuff on each end, as well as a chain that led to another set of cuffs. I looked at her oddly, not quite sure what it was. Seeing my confusion, she smiled. "This goes on your legs, one cuff at each ankle. The other cuffs are for your wrists. I then lock it on, so you can't take it off. If you're nude, with this on, you can't put on pants or anything to allow you to go outside. But you can still move, slowly, around the house. Now hurry up and take off your clothes." I was embarrassed by the whole idea, but as she insisted, I began to get undressed. Once I was nude, I tried to reason with her again. "I really think this is ridiculous. I mean, we both know I'll not go to his place. I don't even know where it is. Can't you just tell him you put it on, and not do it?" "No, that won't work. Kent wants me to take a photo and text it to him as I leave. So just do it." I wanted to protest more, especially the idea of texting him a nude photo of me. But I could sense Tess was getting irritated at me. I guess mostly because she was eager to go to Kent's. So I got undressed and she helped me put the bondage gear on. She locked the spreader bar, separating my legs, not real far apart, but enough to keep me from going fast. I put cuffs around my wrists as well. The cuffs were hooked together by a short chain with a longer one connected to the spreader bar. Tess locked the chains together. All of it limited my mobility but I could pick things up, and walk slowly through the house. Standing in front of the bed while she took my photo was the worst part. Until she kissed my cheek and left. Alone in the house, trussed up, I could only wish I had been born bigger or something. The rest of the evening went slowly. I heated up a frozen dinner and had a soda while I watched television. Although nothing was too tight, it was hard to get comfortable in this get up. Plus all I could think about was my wife with another man. That thought was constantly on my mind and seeing my small cock, not hidden by pants, reminded me why. Because of the gear, I couldn't really do any chores even to distract myself. The later it got, the more I began to worry. If he had this kind if gear at hand, what might have he put her into. But finally, around 12:30 I heard her car pull up and go into the garage. Soon, she was coming inside. I was excited she was back, but nervous about what all happened. I heard her call my name and soon she entered the bedroom. "There you are. Oh my, I'm exhausted and I need a shower. But first I've a few things to do for Kent. Stand up. He wants me to text him a selfie standing next to you. That way, he'll know you were locked up the whole time. Now smile and look at my phone." Tess looked sloppier than I'd ever seen her. Makeup smeared, hair messed up, jumpsuit only partially on, but she also looked satisfied. A sleepy smile on her face, as she pulled me next to her. We looked up at her phone and she kissed me on the cheek as she took a few photos. Showing me one she liked, with me fully exposed next to her cleavage, she sent it to him. Then she went to her purse, rummaging around till she found what she wanted. The keys to my harness and a soft measuring tape. Coming back to me, she was still smiling. "Stand up straight, Kent wants me to measure you down there." My nerves were getting frayed now, as I was tired of being locked up. Tired too of another man, having his way with my wife and yet still making demands. "Why, so he can see if I'm small?" "Oh no dear, it's pretty clear how small you are. I don't need to measure for that. But Kent just told me to take a few measurements. I'll only be a second, then I can unlock you." Tess was right, she used the tape on my cock and balls, to get a few measurements, which she texted to Kent. Then taking the key, she unlocked my cuffs and chains. As I wriggled my way out of the harness, to my relief, she stripped off her jumpsuit. Her body had a light gleam of sweat and several noticeable love bites on her breasts and hips. Her labia were also swollen and puffy, her pubic hair matted with sweat and sexual fluids, which surprised me as we'd agreed he would use a condom. "Tess, did he not use protection? You need to be safe." "No, he didn't. Once it was clear we were going to bed, he gave me a printout. From a doctor, that showed he had no diseases or any issues. It was dated this week and since I'm on birth control, we both decided we could do without a rubber. I'm glad too, it felt so good." Leaving her things on the floor she went to take a shower. I picked up the aftermath, putting her clothes in the hamper and her shoes back in her closet. I wasn't sure what to do with the harness, although I'd like to throw it away. I just put it on her dresser and put on my pajamas. After being nude all night, I wanted to be clothed. I waited on the bed for her to finish her shower. When Tess came out, she was wearing a short, sheer white baby doll nightgown. I remember when I bought it for her, I thought she looked so sweet and innocent in it. Like an angel. She crawled into bed, curled up next to me, and gave me a nice long kiss. She was almost purring. I could tell she wanted to talk, but was too tired. Instead, she snuggled up to me, pulling up her gown enough so that her bare ass was pressed warmly against my cock. For her it was relaxing, but after a long night of anticipation and worry, feeling her soft warm flesh against me down there was just a reminder of how long it had been since we made love. That wasn't going to change tonight. She fell asleep almost instantly, but it took me an hour or so to join her. The next morning, I got up early. Saturdays I was off from work, but it was usually a very busy day for me. I had errands to run, including taking clothes to the dry cleaners, buying fresh fruit and vegetables at the farmers market, going to the butchers for meat and fish, and then the bakery for bread and pastries. I used to go to a large grocery for all of our food, but Tess preferred I go to specialty shops, as she thought it tasted better. I also usually had to make stops at the drugstore, liquor shop, bank, or post office, depending on our needs. It would take a good part of the day. Back home, I would normally try to do some cleaning or laundry, just so I might have free time on Sunday. Of course, since I was home. Tess would ask me to make her meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner if possible. We ate dinner together, but she usually preferred I serve her the other meals, although she would let me sit and have coffee with her first thing. She told me it wasn't that she didn't want my company, it just made her feel extra special to be waited on and served her meals. Knowing she'd be hungry after a night of sex, I made homemade biscuits, cut up some fruit, and had everything ready to make a cheese omelet. I put on a pot of coffee for us to share before I put the biscuits in the oven and cooked her omelet. As I finished setting the table, I heard her shuffling her way from our bedroom. I poured a cup of coffee and after she sat down, I brought it to her on a tray. She was pretty groggy looking, but beautiful. She had slipped on the robe that matched her night gown, but being as it was sheer too, all it did was highlight her sexy figure underneath. She smiled as I brought her coffee. "Perfect honey. Just what I need. Why don't you pour yourself a cup and join me? I'd love to tell you the details from last night, before you serve me breakfast." Tess spent the next half hour giving me a complete rundown of her evening. How charming Kent was when she got there. How good the meal was, tasty but not too much, as really neither one was that interested in food at the moment. The way they stripped the clothes off each other, and he slowly kissed her all over her body. How big, strong, and rigid his cock looked the first time she saw it. His complete take charge attitude about sex, and sexy body made her wet before he even entered her. She detailed her attempt to suck that beautiful cock, but only getting a little past his glans before it was too much. He told her that was okay, he'd be glad to teach her how to suck him properly later. As well, as help her learn to take him up her ass, but tonight it was all about filling her pussy the way no man had ever done before. That he did, as he stretched her open in such a way that it felt like it would tear her apart while making her shudder with delight. They fucked most of the night, with her coming five times and him three. She raved about his stamina and skill, the little touches he used to trigger her first orgasm and how he produced a series of rapid climaxes, giving her new sexual thrills. I filled her cup again, while she gave me the details and I could see how enraptured she was by the event. I could also tell it wasn't going to be a one-night stand. I kept my jealousy contained while she gushed over this man, but the details weren't lost on me. First, she'd never given me a blowjob, as she told me the idea of taking a man's cock in her mouth didn't appeal to her. The same about anal sex, she'd ruled it out before I even mentioned it. Now she seemed eager to be 'trained' to do those for him. I knew instinctively, he had given her more sexual climaxes in one night than I had in all of our years of marriage. Logically I could convince myself that this was among the best ways I could show my love for her. To let her have the complete sexual experiences she desired and deserved. As I could not provide them. Still it hurt, but less so, when she began to praise me for letting her have this chance. "Honey, I so appreciate you letting me do this. Few husbands would. But it shows me how much you love me and how lucky I am to be your wife. Love is so much more than sex, even great sex, and I'm blessed to have you as my husband." That took a lot of the sting out, as did her pulling me closer so we could softly kiss. I realized those soft kisses were my area and I would get them as much as I needed. I would also have her full companionship, even if she spent a few evenings a week with him. I also consoled myself with the idea that Kent was used to fucking lots of women and it probably wouldn't be long before he was ready to move on to a new one. I could endure it until then, especially seeing the pure joy on her face when she talked about it. Who knows, perhaps she'd tire of him first? I also sensed her hunger, both from the light meal and strenuous sex, so I left after filling her cup the third time to cook breakfast. It went quickly and I served her again using the tray. I could see she wanted to check her phone, so I gave her some privacy. I knew enough, that any good ladies man would likely text his partner with little notes on how pretty she was and how she had satisfied him. Also, how much he was looking forward to doing it again. After I cleaned up in the kitchen and started my shopping list, I was thinking of what to cook for next week's dinners. I decided I'd do a medley of her favorite meals. A subtle way to remind her of how much I do for her. As I finished, she called me into our breakfast nook. Tess had somethings she needed from the drugstore, so I added those to my list. I had long ago gotten over any reluctance on buying feminine products, beauty aids, or makeup. So her requests were just another way for me to show her my importance. The rest of the weekend went by pretty much as usual. I finished the errands, including dropping off her jumpsuit at the cleaners, and ran all the wash in between cooking a big meal for her. I liked getting the wash done on Saturday, as they left most of Sunday for ironing and cleaning. One thing I noticed right away, was how more loving Tess was toward me. After our meal on Saturday, we went to a movie and she cuddled, close to me the whole time. Later in bed, she rubbed against me and we kissed, for quite a long time. The same thing on Sunday. After my chores, we went out to eat pizza and when we went to bed she initiated more kissing with lots of contact. I became excited, erect in her hands. Although she shifted so that it was clear I couldn't enter her, she stroked me until I came. Even after my first climax, she continued to fondle me until I was once again erect. Then once again, I came. We kissed the whole time and she told me repeatedly that she loved me. I did blush a couple of times, as each time after I came, she said I was such a good boy. I went to work on Monday on a real high, even though I knew she'd likely want to hook up with Kent again. They worked out together, so it wasn't much of surprise when she told me that night, they had a date for Wednesday. I dreaded it for several reasons. First, of course, the idea of my wife being fucked by someone else was difficult to accept even if it was good for her. Second was the damn harness. As soon as she told me they had a date planned, I complained about being locked up. She said she'd talk with him and see if I could go without it. Wednesday came and when I got home, she was ready for her date. They were going to dinner, and although it wasn't said, back to his place. Tess was dressed in a short dress. It was a pretty floral, that fit her figure like a glove. It was low-cut in front, but at least this time she wore a bra and thong panties. Nice high-heel sandals completed her outfit. She had her hair up with lots of gold chain jewelry. I knew she liked to wear a complete set, necklace, bracelet, and ankle and waist chains. She looked like a million bucks when she was nude with only the gold chains. I was sure Kent would like it. I could tell she was eager to go. "There you are. We need to hurry, Kent will be by anytime now to pick me up. Go on to the bedroom and undress, so I can get you ready." "Didn't you talk to him? This is really unnecessary." "Just go on." Tess let me go and came in shortly after. I was nude, sitting on the bed, and still grumbling about the harness. She didn't seem to notice my irritation and handed me a collar that connected by a short chain to two wrist cuffs. Apparently, this was the replacement for the harness and spreader bar. I put them on, the chain between the cuffs running through a ring on the front of the collar. Then I let her lock them in place. I tested out the design, if I moved one hand out, it pulled the other next to my collar. I could reach out to get something, but not too far. While I checked it out, she reached into her purse and brought out something. She was fiddling with it. All I could see was a small metal contraption, but then she turned a key and it came apart. "Stand up for me and be still." "What's that? Isn't the cuffs and collar enough? I asked you to see if I could skip it, not replace it." "Just be quiet. Kent said this would be better. With this you won't need the spreader bar. Spread your legs for me." I did as she asked, and looked closer at what was in her hands. It was a hinged ring and a cap piece, with short metal posts on it. As I looked at it, she reached out and began to fit the ring around my cock and balls. It struck me immediately what it was. Some sort of chastity device. Tess quickly had the hinged ring, next to my body with my balls and cock inside of it. She began to fit the metal cap over the end of my cock. I didn't like this idea at all. "Tess, what is this? You're not going to lock me up there are you? That isn't necessary at all. Wait a minute." Tess didn't respond at all, focusing on working the cap onto the end of my cock. Lining up the two posts, she fit them into holes in the ring, connecting the two. She held it in place with one hand and with the other, slid a small lock and key into an opening. Turning the key and removing it, she finished and let go. It hung there, my balls bulging out in my sack, tapped between the ring and the cap. My cock was virtually hidden. The end was under the cap while the shaft was compressed by it. It didn't hurt but worried me right away. Tess on the other hand seemed pleased and softly giggled. "Isn't it cute? Kent told me he had always wanted to use one with other husbands, but never gotten a chance. It is easier than the harness. Now tonight he wants you to wear the collar and cuffs too. But if you're good maybe for our next date you can just use your little cage. He told me it works really well on small guys." "You've got to be kidding. This is ridiculous. I can't spend the evening in this. What if I have to go to the bathroom?" "Just go then. There's a hole at the end of the cap where the pee can come out. Course, you'll have to sit. Like a girl, but that shouldn't be a problem. Now stand still so I can send him a photo. Unless you want him to come in and see you for himself?" I shook my head no, let her take a photo, and watched her put our car keys in her purse, along with the keys from my restraints. Looking down at the small metal device, I couldn't believe how it held me in check. Plus it seemed to emphasize my small size. I was almost relieved when I heard his knock and then they left. The rest of the evening was unsettling to say the least. I did adjust to wearing it but the more I thought about it, the more I'd prefer the spreader bar. I mean Kent had my wife and her sexual desires, but with the chastity device he also had my sexual expression as well. Wearing it, not only couldn't I come, but I couldn't even have an erection. I hadn't told her, but I had masturbated while she was out on her dates. A sort of sexual release of my frustration. But that wasn't possible now. This was the worst night of her dates so far. Not being able to do chores, or more importantly, play with myself, there was no distraction. I could only have a light meal and be online or watch TV. The entire time, I was frustrated by the device on my cock. I had begrudgingly proposed the process of letting Tess find someone for sex, but I never agreed to all of this. Bondage gear, chastity devices, and more or less being a prisoner in my own home. We'd have to talk when she got home. I finally heard the car and then there muffled kissing at the door and Tess came inside. This time when she came in, she was grinning, but in a sort of embarrassed way. She was disheveled again. Her bra and panty were in her purse, she was carrying her heels, and her makeup was smeared. I could also smell sex, the musky odor of him and her. But she was intent on completing her assignment. Like before, I had to stand next to her and let her take a photo to send to Kent. When that was done, she dug into her purse, after she took off her dress. Her underwear and dress were in a pile on the floor as she took the keys to free my hands and remove the collar. But she made no move toward the chastity device. She put the keys away and turned back to me. "Tess what about this? Unlock me down here too." "Oh that. I can't. Kent kept the keys. He said he liked knowing my pussy was for him only. That sometimes wives will feel sorry for their husbands and let them fuck. He said my pussy is his now and only he can fuck me. He knows I love you and might be tempted to give in. Kent said it is important to get this clear right away. Kent said we're in a special kind of relationship. You're a cuckold, I'm a hot wife, and he's our bull." Tess giggled when she said this. I sensed she liked the idea of being a hot wife. Probably liked the idea of her lover as a bull, too. Strong, virile, and always sexually demanding. I could sort of see that analogy. But the role for me was more than I expected. I understood the dynamic, but not liking the idea of being locked up all the time. "Tess, that's not fair. I mean I can see you getting your sexual needs met. By Kent. But why should I be denied? You know we don't make love anyway. Didn't you tell him?" "You're right. He said it wasn't fair too. On our first date, when we talked about our marriage, he asked what we did for sex. He was surprised that you weren't going down on me. He said most men with tiny cocks learned to eat pussy to please their dates. When I told him, I'd never liked it that seemed to be okay. But tonight, he said you deserved some sexual pleasure too. He told me I need to let you lick and kiss my pussy. He didn't like doing it, most real men didn't, but felt it was perfect for a cuckold. That way you'd still be connected to me and have some sexual relief. Even if you couldn't jerk off all the time now. Kent told me, he was pretty sure you'd be doing it while I was out. So I agreed. Kneel down by the side of the bed and I'll let you have some." Tess had sat down on the side of the bed and spread her legs. I could see her pussy was red and her labia still swollen. Also the results of their fucking was spread all over in and out of her pussy. I felt my face flame, a deep red. I had wanted to go down on her when we first married. Hearing Kent tell her that's how tiny dicked men made love was embarrassing though. I would still like it. But not like this, after her being with another man. His cum all over her. Maybe I could get her to shower first. I softly asked, suggesting she might want a shower first. "Oh no, Kent wants a photo right away. He wants to see your face pressed against me. He said not only is going down on me good for our relationship. It helps define my new one with him. He said it was real important that the cuckold learn his place. That you should be pleased and eager to taste our lovemaking. That it was the best sign that you accept him being my lover. If you do that, then all you'll need is the little device on your dick. I think that's a big improvement because you can do chores for me while we're out. Okay? So hurry up." I felt trapped, lost, and defeated. Soon disgusted too. Tess took several photos of me kissing and licking her pussy. The taste was bad, at first, but the more I licked the more it tasted just only like a woman. She seemed to adjust to it quickly too. Telling me where to lick, how to kiss her and making sure I cleaned up as much of their juices as possible. She sent Kent several photos to prove I was doing what he wanted. Afterwards, she took a shower and when we cuddled in bed, she praised me for being such a good husband. The last thing she whispered was that she thought she'd get to where she'd really enjoy me doing her down there. The rest of the week was horrible. Wearing the cage all the time kept me from releasing any of my sexual tension. Not even going down on Tess after both her dates made any difference, in fact, only made it worse. The device wasn't uncomfortable, being more inconvenient. Sitting to pee, having to wipe off the cage, and just the way it pushed my balls out so they were exposed to every bump or rub. I complained to Tess about it, I mean even taking a shower every day, there was still a kind of odor about the cage and it just looked unclean. There were other surprises as well. One of the most noticeable being that she got a Brazilian wax. Apparently Kent preferred her pussy to be smooth and hairless. That was something I had asked her to do too, but Tess had turned me down. Now she was willing to do it for her lover. It seems she liked how Kent reacted to her new look. She also mentioned that it made it easier for me to clean her after her dates. I was still embarrassed by that, knowing it was a result of her lover. But she was getting really attached to me serving that way. The most difficult step was setup for the following Wednesday. Kent was headed out of town and wanted a quick fuck before he left. So he was coming by our house. It seems he also wanted to sort of lay claim to our bed. Now that he was the only one capable of fucking my wife, he felt it would be good for me to see them fuck. In our bed. Plus he felt I should meet him too. When she told me, I was really anxious. Somehow knowing they were having sex had become tolerable. I guess because it was an abstract thing, just part of the process. But seeing him, put his cock in her would remove any pretense about it. I knew that her moans and thrashing under him would be seared in my brain. But she wouldn't allow me any respite, denying my request to not come home from work until they were done, or to stay in another room. In fact, Kent had given her a new bondage toy to put me in, so I'd be right by their bed but unable to move. Tess had told me to come home early on Wednesday, as Kent was pressed for time. So I showed up at 5, reluctantly. She greeted me in the bedroom, completely nude, save for a pair of high-heels with her body adorned by all the gold chains. Smiling she told me to strip and stand next to the bed. After I complied, she put a collar and wrist cuffs on me, locking my hands to either side. Then she used one of the keys to unlock my chastity device. It felt amazing, to be free again. But that feeling was short lived. Using my cock like a handle, she pulled me into the bathroom. She proceeded to wash me down there and to my dismay carefully shave me. I would have thought it would take longer, but a quick fifteen minutes later, my cock and balls were smooth with all my pubic hair removed. I cringed at the sight, as being hairless just highlighted my small size. Tess seemed not to notice and led me back to the side of the bed. Telling me to kneel with my legs spread, she began to put me in the new bondage device Kent had given her. She moved behind me and reached between my legs. Softly pulling my ball sack backwards, my balls cradled in her hand, she positioned the device. It was two wood pieces held together by bolts and wingnuts. In the center was a narrow slot, just wide enough, so that when she tightened the nuts, my balls were trapped on one side and my cock on the other with my stretched sack in the slot. Clipping a small lock on one end, she locked the pieces together. With the device in place, she unlocked each wrist, one at a time, pulling them behind me to lock them on the respective end of the wooden clamp. I immediately felt a pull on my nuts, a painful stretch that was only relieved if I bent forward at the waist, my head down. With my hands clipped to the device, it was difficult to maintain my balance in that position. I heard her giggle and she moved from behind me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Kent gave this to me. He called it a humbler, because it would keep you in a humble position, on your knees with your head bowed. He told me it works by trapping your balls so that if you try to stand it will hurt. He wants you trapped in it, so you have to kneel here by the bed while we have sex. I don't particularly like it, because I don't want to physically hurt you. But he promised me you'd be fine in it, as long as you remain in that position. He's been dying to use it on a cuckold husband and thinks it will teach you a valuable lesson. The best part is you'll be able to hear us and even sneak a peek or two while we do it. Plus it will put you in the perfect spot for cleanup afterwards. Oh, and he's the one who suggested I shave you down there. It should keep you cleaner in your chastity and make it easier for you. Of course, he's insisting we lock you up again before he leaves. Ooh, I think I hear his car. Wait here, we'll be right back." I was cursing under my breath at this man. How arrogant he was about being with my wife. Also it was difficult not to be mad at her too, for allowing this. But given the sexual thrills she was receiving, after years without, I understood. Sort of. I know after a week of not coming, I was more frustrated by that than anything. So when I saw his shoes, next to hers, I had to glance up. I hadn't really met him, or even seen him. I didn't expect my first view to be like this. Then I heard his laugh. "Well I finally get to meet you. Hello Walter. I've seen lots of photos of you, of course, but I think I like this view best. I have to thank you for agreeing to let your wife have real sex for a change. I know she appreciates it. From all she's told me, you are a good husband. Taking care of all of her needs At least the ones you can. But don't worry I can cover for your inadequacies. Your little short coming. I've done this before, help wives have good sex. But this one is special, because Tess is special. So I'm going to make sure that it goes well. Okay? A big part of that is making sure you understand your new role. Once you see her have sex with me. Hear her come. Hear her excitement. Then you'll know for sure that you can't deny her that pleasure. That will make it easier to accept the other parts of our new relationship. You see, I take it seriously. This kind of bond we all have. The bond between your hot wife, her lover, and of course, you as the cuckold. I think it adds a special spice when the husband gets to play a more intimate role. So, just do as you're told and everything will be fine. Of course, in your current situation, you have little choice." Kent laughed again, and then kissed my wife. He quickly undressed, helped by Tess and they moved to the bed. I had glimpsed his face, briefly, when he spoke to me. Now I could see his body, quite sculpted and muscular. His cock too. Obviously more than mine, thicker and longer. Probably eight inches or so, but very thick. If Tess could have that, why would she ever want my little one? Given my precarious position, it was hard to see them on the bed. I had to lift my head up, which stretched my sack, painfully. I could only do it for a moment. Plus it was hard to keep from falling, face first, onto the floor, because of how my hands were locked. But I saw, and heard, enough to know what was happening. I saw Tess gently take his cock into her mouth, but no more than the glans. She licked and sucked it briefly, but it was more in tribute than anything. He moved her over, on her back, and spread her legs. Her gasp as he entered her, followed by an almost purring like sound, told me all I needed to know. I'd never heard her make such noises when we made love. But she was full of them now. I grudgingly had to admit, he was good. I was only getting quick looks, but could hear it all. The squish of her very wet pussy, the slap of his balls against her ass, and her moans. Her first orgasm came only minutes after they began. As she began to come down from her first climax, Kent flipped her over. So that her ass was high in the air. He slapped it a couple of times, the sound reverberating in the room. His thick cock plunged into her pussy again, resulting in a loud squeal and then even more and louder moans. He fucked her harder, and I assume deeper, in this position. Two climaxes followed, in quick succession. Still he held out, rock hard. After her third orgasm, he laid on his back and let her mount him. Tess bounced up and down, joyfully, her boobs in a rhythm with her movements on his cock. Her legs were spread wide apart which obviously gave her clit more contact with him. He'd occasionally reach his hands up to cradle her breasts, pulling on her nipples, as they fucked. Her fourth climax was minor, but as she shook, he put his hands on her waist and began to push up as she came down. Their increased motion finally led to his climax. An almost violent, body-shaking event, joined by her fifth orgasm. From my viewpoint below them, I could actually see his balls tense up and then the lower part of his cock twitch, as he filled her pussy with his come. Exhausted, Tess fell into his arms and they lay side-by-side, his cock still inside her. They lightly kissed and he whispered softly to her, too soft for me to hear what was said. I had to admit, watching him fuck her removed any doubt about why she wanted him so badly. I could never go that long, that hard, or begin to fill her the way he did. It was clear that they would have sex as long as she wanted it. These thoughts were in my head, as Tess released Kent from her arms. She looked down at me, and moved. Moved to the side of the bed. As her feet touched the floor, she spread her legs wide. Her cunt was exposed, as only her ass cheeks remained on the edge of the bed. Her pussy looked thoroughly fucked. Her labia still engorged, redden, and covered with their releases. I knew what she wanted, or more accurately, what Kent wanted. After seeing them fuck, it was going to be hard to do it. Especially with him watching. "Come closer Walter. I want to share this with you. I know you've got to be horny after watching us. Wasn't Kent wonderful? He always makes me come multiple times before he does. He told me you need to have a fresh cr?me pie. He told me that's what it's called. Once you have a warm steamy one, you'll love it even more. And I want to feel your tongue on me. Something about you doing this for me, makes sex with Kent seem alright." Inwardly I sighed. I had half expected this, and knew there was no way out. I began to move toward her, slowly. The humbler holding my nuts tightly only allowed me to scoot my knees forward a few inches before becoming too taut and painful. So I slowly inched my way toward her, working to keep my balance. But then I was there. The smell of sex and honestly, the heat from her pussy was more than I expected. Tess was obviously excited and as I got between her legs, she put her hands on my head and guided me to her pussy. Normally, when I went down on her after she returned from a date, I'd start slow. Licking her thighs first, and kissing my way to her. But now, she wanted it too bad for any such buildup. When I was close enough, she just pushed me into her pussy, arching her back to make it all accessible. Smell, warmth, and taste overwhelmed me, but I plunged in, licking and sucking immediately. Her moan told me I was doing what she wanted. Kent's soft chuckle though, told me I was also doing what he wanted too. The next ten minutes, as I licked and cleaned her were a mix of shame, excitement, and disgust. All these feelings were tied both to the physical nature of what I was doing, eating my wife's lovers' cum from her pussy, as well as the psychological aspects of what this represented. Kent had managed to convince Tess to let me do something I had desired for a long time. But now it was in a fashion that took much of the thrill and sexual intimacy of the act away from me. For her though, it was good. Something about me willingly doing this, must have made her feel relieved of guilt associated with her having sex with another man besides her husband. She actually made that purring like sound, that I had only heard when Kent fucked her. As I got to the point where she was more or less clean, I heard Kent kiss her and then move over to the edge of the bed next to her. I couldn't see anything, as my face was still buried in her pussy, but his move worried me. "Walter you've done really well. I told Tess all along that if you were willing to eat the results of our fucking then you were truly accepting of our having sex. That's one reason I wanted to let you see her come from me fucking her. To realize how good she has it now and why she needs to be allowed to have as much as she wants. But I also realize that you deserve some release too. I know how hard it is for a guy, even a small one like you, to go without busting a nut. It's been a few weeks for you now and I'm sure you'd like to have one. Because you've been so good to Tess and let her have real sex, I think you need yours too. So I'll give you a choice. I'll have Tess unlock you now. Let you jerk off before I lock you up again in your cage. To show us how much you want to come. But if you do so, it will be with my cock head in your mouth. Otherwise, I'll just have Tess put you back in your device as she lets you out of the humbler. We'll decide later how long you'll have to wait for another opportunity. If you want to come, move on over here, between my legs, and take my cock in your mouth. What do you want to do?" My immediate reaction was it so humiliating an idea. Especially coming from a man who was now routinely fucking my wife. Who had forbade me from doing so myself. I hated it. But I also was desperate to come. I'd not gone this long without an orgasm since I was a young teen. I moved slightly away from my wife, but still between her legs. I could feel my face heat up, as I began to blush. I could also feel the slick coating across my mouth, cheeks, and nose. A combination of her fluids and his come. I mean would it be much worse to hold his cock in my mouth? I'd literally eaten his come many times now and his taste was fresh in my mouth. I hated to do it, as I felt it was an almost complete capitulation to his control, but I slowly began to inch back, moving my knees as far as my stretched balls would allow. Heading toward his legs. I heard Tess giggle and she slid out of the bed, tousling my hair as she did so. "Here let me get your keys so it's easier." She came back and unlocked my wrist cuffs. Falling forward on all fours, it was immediately easier to move with less pull on my nuts. I moved toward Kent, his legs spread wide open for me. I cringed as I looked at his cock. It wasn't erect, but hanging down it was easily twice my erect size. The glans itself was bulbous, wide but his shaft got even wider the closer to his body you looked. How could Tess take that big thing inside her? If she could, I imagined how stimulating it would be. But how could I put that in my mouth? Tess then unlocked the humbler. My balls and cock swung free, no longer strained. Without any restraints, I get a surge of excitement in them. That accelerated when Tess stroked me and lightly fondled my balls. I got as hard as I could. That felt so good, it seemed like forever since I had that feeling. Still I was inches from another mans' cock, a full size one. "Go on put it in your mouth and then you can play with yourself to come, okay honey? Kent's letting you have some relief, so take it." Hearing my wife tell me to put a man's cock in my mouth was bad enough, but her implication that he also could decide if I could come at all was almost worse. But her hand felt so good. I quickly convinced myself that it couldn't be any worse than licking his come from her pussy. As if reading my mind, Tess reached for the shaft and held it up for me. I opened up, and put the glans in my mouth. I closed my lips softly on it so that it would stay there. Tess had stopped playing with me, and moved to sit next to Kent again. So I used my own hand to stroke my cock. My word that felt good. Even with this huge thing in my mouth. I obeyed his command to suck it, but my focus was on my own cock. Tess leaned over to kiss him and he squeezed one of her boobs. But I was reveling in the sensations coming from my crotch. It felt so good. My eyes closed to shut it all out, so that I would only feel my sexual desires. But as I stroked myself, I also sucked his cock. It responded, like mine had to Tess's touch. Growing in response to my attention, he got bigger and filled my mouth, the shaft stretching my lips open. Still I concentrated on my own pleasure. In doing so, I forgot almost about him. Kent had slid closer to me, his movement pushing his cock head to the back of my mouth. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm, I inadvertently began to take more of him into me, sliding up and down the shaft. Coordinating the stroke of my hand with the movement of my mouth on him, it was an unconscious movement for me, but very noticeable and pleasurable for him. Even a momentary gag reflex as his big glans hit the back of my mouth didn't affect me. I was close and I as began to come, my climax peaking and come squirting out, I also plunged my mouth forward. The glans going into my throat as my body tensed, then turned rigid, as I squirted and squirted. Finally as my desire melted away, followed by my cock turning limp again, I opened my eyes. I could see the two of them, my wife and her lover, staring at me. I then realized how much of his cock I had swallowed. Far more than I would have imagined possible, given his size, and certainly more than Tess had. Kent chuckled and put a hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. I was breathing through my nose, as his shaft filled my mouth and his cock head was at the entrance of my throat. Realizing what I had done, I tried to pull back, but he held me in place. Then he kissed my wife, and finally let me go. "What a pleasant surprise, Walter. I guess there is one good cocksucker in your family, even if it isn't your wife. I really hate to leave now. I know it's rude to fuck and run, but I've got to make my flight. I'll text you later Tess. But first, Walter, you need to clean up your mess. Why don't you lick it up? Tess go get a wash cloth so he can wipe his little button off before you put him back in the cage? I want him secure before I go out of town." Tess giggled and kissed him again, before heading to the bathroom. I had pulled my mouth off his cock and looked down, between my legs. A puddle, small for sure, of come glistened there. I felt like a worm as I licked it up, off the floor. With my sexual desire satiated, it was a horrible chore. Made worse by comments from my wife. First asking if that had felt good, and then thanking her lover for allowing it. She then had me straighten up, wiped off my limp cock and balls before locking it all up again. Kent was getting dressed. Tess walked him to the front door, nude before giving him a big hug and long kiss goodbye. She also gave him my keys back. I could tell she was going to miss him. I just hoped it was a long trip. After he left, Tess came back to our bedroom, beaming. She seemed so happy at how it went. She wanted to take a nice shower, while I stripped the soiled bed sheets and remade the bed. Since neither of us had eaten, I ordered some Chinese delivery, before taking a quick shower myself. The rest of the night I was in a funk, depressed by how completely Kent had taken control. Both of my wife and me. Plus, my sexual desire had been released so my submissive desire was muted which made all of this harder to accept. I kept flashing back to the moment when I realized how much of his cock I'd swallowed and the look on Tess's face. It was a mix of surprise, delight, and a hint of disappointment. Seeing her husband seemingly eagerly swallow her boyfriend's cock made a lasting impression on her. I feared it changed her view of me from her masculine companion to a more submissive, feminine one. Maybe I could change that while Kent was out of town. But any plans I had to reverse her new opinion of me vanished in the next few days. Even absent, Kent was still very influential. First Tess texted him frequently and they talked, usually an hour or so, every day. I didn't intentionally eavesdrop, but I did overhear then talk about that night several times. As an offshoot of that, Tess told me that Kent really liked my shaved look around my cock. It made me look cleaner. Softer too. So he wanted me to start shaving everywhere, all the time. I protested, but Tess just told me, she kind of liked that idea too. So with her help, I shaved. She showed me how to do my underarms, legs, and other areas to get the closet shave and how to keep it soft with lotions and avoid ingrown hairs. She also suggested I start using feminine deodorants, scented body wash, shampoos, and facial moisturizers, so my whole hygiene routine would be coordinated. She even suggested a floral perfume as a replacement for my cologne, not the same as the one she used, but close. Next she told me the news that when he returned he wanted to spend the night, or more accurately, the weekend at our house. Kent thought it would be beneficial for him to fully claim the master bedroom as his. In his previous cuckold relationship, the bed in the master room was reserved for him and the wife. The cuckold was not allowed there. We weren't quite ready for that stage yet, but he liked the idea of the two of them sleeping together while it was made clear that I was not allowed. So he gave me two options. Apparently from the moment Kent learned of our living arrangement, how I did most of the household chores, ran errands and cooked, he had this mental image of me. Me as a feminized domestic, his maid. If I didn't agree to that, then I would be kept kneeling, all night, in the humbler, as a way to show my respect for him. The choice would be mine. At first glance, I hated both options. The humbler was painful, uncomfortable, and true to its name, a humbling experience. I could only imagine how dreadful it would be to spend the night kneeling next to the two of them sleeping in my bed. Further, I wasn't sure that a prolonged lockup of my balls like that wouldn't produce some lasting physical effects. But the idea of portraying a maid would be worse, far worse. I knew that role would likely be imposed the entire time he was there, not just at night. I suspected it would then be expanded to any time I was at home. I knew Tess saw me as a certain kind of man now, not a sexually successful one like Kent, but still a man. After all I was her provider. But if I agreed to appear as a maid, how long would any masculine characteristic remain? No, a night in the humbler was much better. She had presented the choice on Sunday night. I was to tell them my choice on Monday after work. So when I returned home that day, I was prepared. But I found Tess all excited and eager to talk. "Walter, honey, you won't believe what I found today. Four of the cutest little outfits. I know you were supposed to choose, but I couldn't bear the idea of you suffering all night like that. So I went online and looked for a cute maid's dress. Of course, there were lots of slutty bedroom styles. You know the kind, made for girls trying to sex it up for men. But there were also other choices, less slutty and some for hotels and such. I found two regular, everyday outfits, dress and apron combinations that would be perfect for when you clean or do your chores. One was a darling pastel, a baby blue pinstripe and the other was a regular black. I also found some showier outfits, ones that would do for serving occasions or just times when Kent would want you dressed but not actually cleaning. Something sexy, but not as small as a nightie Again a cute pastel and a regular black. So I ordered them. They'll be here on Tuesday, in plenty of time to get you ready for when Kent comes to stay this weekend. Isn't that great?" I was stunned, shocked really. When I asked her about it, surprisingly, Tess hated the idea of having me locked all night in the bondage device. She was ok with me being put in it while they fucked, but she felt it was too painful for longer periods. Tess also voiced the same concern I had about permanent injury. She just couldn't bear that level of discomfort. Besides, she told me, wearing a cute outfit was fun. She loved new dresses and was sure I'd like it too. It would even be easy to find accessories so I would not only look professional but cute too. "I mean you already shave your legs, so I'm sure you'll look perfect in some stockings and heels with your maid's dresses. It's not like you're all muscular and bulky. A softer look would actually suit you. Besides it's just in the house, mostly when Kent's here. Just relax and have fun with it. But tell you what, if you try them on and we don't like how they look, I'll send them back." Somehow that assurance didn't help. I made dinner and we watched a few shows on television, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sure I'd proposed her meeting a man for sex. But it wasn't supposed to lead to this. To me losing control like this. I mean, not only was someone else fucking my wife, but now I wasn't allowed to. Or even allowed to come. Plus I would soon be dressed as the maid in my own home. Maybe it wasn't too late. I mean, Tess didn't have to keep seeing Kent. Another guy would be like starting over. A reset. We could find one who wasn't so demanding. We had just turned off the lights to go to sleep when I brought it up. "Tess, I was thinking. About our situation. I know Kent is good. I mean, I can tell he pleases you and all. But maybe we shouldn't settle for just one guy, you know. I'm sure they're lots of guys who could give you great sex. If you're going to go outside our marriage to meet your desires, which I understand, you should be able to try out different ones, new experiences. I am okay with that. It would keep us from having to make these tough choices that Kent insists on. How about you tell him you want to cool it for a while and see if we can find another cute guy for you?" We were laying side by side, her behind me, facing the same direction, but not touching. Then she moved closer to a spooning position. Tess didn't answer right away, but as she moved closer, she ran her hand over my leg, stroking the smooth skin. Then she felt my chest, sort of cupping around my nipple, like a boy would a girl's breast. She lightly kissed my neck and then whispered. "Honey, I appreciate how honest you've been about this whole process. How you've being willing to open up our marriage. Admitting you weren't capable, physically, of pleasing me took a lot of courage. But it was hard for me too. I mean, I dated a lot before we married, but I always thought of myself as a one man woman, you know? I don't like the uncertainty of meeting new men. Especially if it is for sex, with all the diseases and uncertainties. With Kent, I've gotten all I need. One of the first things he did was show me test results that proved he was disease free and healthy. Otherwise I'd never let him take me without protection. Then of course, he has the physical tools to please me and is willing to allow you to participate. I saw how excited you were watching us have sex. Plus I felt how eager you were to use your mouth on me afterwards. That told me a lot. I'm beginning to really like that part too. But seeing how you took him in your mouth, practically inhaling that huge cock, told me that this would work for both of us. I think you're just worried about our relationship. But don't. You're my husband and I intend to keep it that way. I'm even looking forward to seeing how you look in a cute uniform. To me, it's just part of the process we started to find the right balance in our lives. So like I said, relax and go with it. I'm sure it will be fine." Tess kissed my cheek again, squeezed my boob area, and cuddled even closer. I could tell she wasn't at all interested in moving away from Kent. She even made it sound like she was the reluctant one to bring someone in to our lives. That it was as much about me as her. Her description of how it looked when I put his cock in my mouth took all the steam out of my argument. To her, it seemed like a minor detail for me to wear a maid outfit, to dress in women's things. So I couldn't find a path in the argument that would lead to another outcome. So I abandoned that effort, at least for the moment. I made it through the day, but coming home on Tuesday night, I felt nothing but dread. Tess had gone shopping, but wouldn't tell me what she'd got. All I knew was it was coming to a head tonight. To make matters worse, I'd regained my sexual desires, as I couldn't release them while wearing the cage. So my resistance was weak too. As I came in, Tess was sitting on the couch, beaming. I could tell she was excited which made me worry even more. "Finally! I thought you were going to stay at work all night. Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I want you to strip off those clothes, I've got a lot of wonderful surprises for you. Let's go." Tess grabbed my hand, and pulled me to our bedroom. She wouldn't let me look but stood in front of me while I undressed. Ever since she'd required I shave my body, I'd been uncomfortable letting her see me nude. Now I was on full display. She'd had me shave all over last night so I would be ready. So standing there, undressed, I was embarrassed enough to blush. But Tess didn't seem to notice, she was so eager for me to try on the things she'd gotten for me. "Now Walter, I know Kent had said just to wear a maid's dress. But I couldn't see putting you in one without all the right accessories. It wouldn't look nice. If you're wearing a dress then I want you to look presentable which means dressing completely. I was able to find just the right things for every outfit. So lets' try them on. We're going to start with one of your working uniforms, one in pale blue. I found matching accessories. I know all of this is new to you, so I'll show you the proper way to get dressed. That way you'll be able to do this on your own. Let's start with your panties." Tess had picked up a pair from the bed and handed to me. They were a light baby blue, sheer bikini style with white flowers embroidered around the top. They were pretty and I would love to see them on her but not me. Reluctantly I pulled them up my legs and fitted them at my waist. They fit snuggly, sort of wedged in my butt cheeks and tight around my cage. But Tess liked how they looked and handed me a matching bra. She showed me how to put it on and as I got it in place, she held up a small, flesh-colored pad in a sort of oval shape. "Here put these into your cups. I sized your new bras with a B-cup and knew you'd need some help filling them out. This should do just fine and it is a soft silicone that will bounce and warm up like the real thing. I figured any dress for a maid would be cut in anticipation of a bust, so to make yours look nice you'd need one too." As I slipped in the pads, I felt a renewed flush to my face. It got worse when Tess lightly squeezed me through the cup, giggled, and told me I felt totally real. I could tell she was enjoying this, unlike me. The last piece of the lingerie ensemble was again in a blue with white trim, a short half-slip. In some ways this made me feel better as it hid my panty. After I got that around my waist, Tess opened a package of hose, stretching it out, before she gave it to me. "Walter these are pantyhose. I thought about stockings but for a work outfit, these would be a better choice. Since they're new, they needed to be stretched but in the future you can skip that before you put them on. I'm not sure you've seen a woman put them on before, as I don't wear hose often. So I'll give you some tips. Just be real gentle with them, as they can snag or run easily. To put them on, run one arm into a leg and slowly gather the material together. Then put your toes in the end and work them up your leg, stretching as you go. Once you've got one leg on around the knee, then start over with the other leg. Then you can work them up your legs until they're all covered. The brief just fits over your panty and under the slip. Now you try it." I followed her instructions, being careful with the hose. I'd never realized how delicate they were and understood why many women, including my wife, preferred to go bare legged. But the feeling as I pulled them up my leg was amazing. A sort of silky, stimulating sensation that was almost inherently sexual. I managed to get them up my legs without an issue and was arranging the panty part over my hips and up to my waist. Tess had watched me intently and smiled as I got everything in place. "Good job. I got you regular hose although there are control top pantyhose too. They have a brief with stronger fabric that acts like shapewear. I know some girls wear them when they are bloated from their periods as a way to keep smooth lines. But since you don't have that problem I stayed with regular style. Also some women use pantyhose alone, but I was afraid your cage might catch and snag the nylon, so I bought you panties too. Plus it just seems more hygienic to wear a panty, even if it is something simple like the thongs I prefer. But now that we have your underwear situated, let's try on your uniform. I think you're really going to like it too." I was beginning to feel silly, but the way Tess was embracing it and projecting my acceptance of the look worried me more. I admit the feel of the stockings was electric but I'd rather be rubbing them on her legs not mine. But she was in go mode now and handed me the dress. I had to admit it wasn't as bad as I expected. Not covered in lace or ruffles nor overly girly. It was a simple dress, short perhaps, but not low cut or anything. Simple collar, short sleeves with cuffs, buttons down the tight bodice with a flared skirt. The only decorative touch was the white scalloped trim on the cuff, collar, and hem. I unbuttoned the center buttons and pulled it on over my head. As I tugged it into place and redid the buttons, I could see it did fit. The top fit but wasn't too tight for my small bust while the flared skirt hinted at wider hips, giving me a feminine profile. Tess seemed pleased. She moved behind me and tied a white half apron around my waist. Opening a shoe box on the bed she gave me a pair of shoes. A similar blue shade, pumps with a low heel and a small white bow on the toe. I took them and slipped them on. She seemed almost ecstatic now. "Oh my word, Walter you look even cuter than I'd hoped for. I thought you might look okay in a dress and heels, since you are trim and your legs are shapely. But this is much cuter. I hadn't thought about it, but if we added a cute wig, maybe something short and curly, and a little makeup you'd be a perfect maid. I love it. Now, isn't this much better than being stuck on all fours in that horrible bondage thing? Do a little walk, back and forth. I want to see how you do in heels. I went for a two inch heel, something manageable since you've not worn them before. I think they'll be just right for doing your work around the house." Tess waved me on, and I obeyed. Gingerly I went to the far wall, avoiding the window and then back to where she sat on the edge of the bed. She watched me intently and then indicated I was to do it again. The heels felt a little awkward, unusual for sure, but not too hard to manage really. When I came back the second time, she nodded her head. "I think this outfit is definitely a keeper. I can see you doing all your regular housework in this uniform. The only things I might change later, would be to go for a slightly bigger bust and higher heels. I think you'd have a more feminine profile that way. But this is fine for now. I have a similar one in black and white. Since they're the same size and style, I don't think you need to try it on now. I figured since you do chores every day, or make dinner at least, you can alternate between them. With a couple pair of panties and hose for each outfit, you'll be fine for the week. You shouldn't have to wash your new bras and slips but once a week. Honestly, I can't wait for Kent to get home to see you. I'm pretty sure he'll find this is much better than locking you away on your knees. Of course, you'll need some kind of night gown for when he sleeps over. Still this is much better. But there's more. I also ordered two fancier outfits, so you can have a nice uniform for serving us dinner or in a more formal situation. So go on and undress, and I'll get that one. I think you'll like it even more than your day uniform, as it is prettier and sexy too." I knew from the way she talked that I'd be in a uniform from now on. I'd heard that tone and level of excitement before about something, and recognized what it meant. As I worked my way out of the dress and lingerie, I silently cursed that man, Kent. Why did he even give me a choice? Wouldn't it have been better to have me on all fours, waiting the night away, my balls and cock locked securely, while he fucked my wife? I'd do that in a minute rather than know I'd be mincing around in a dress, hose and heels serving him and doing my household chores. I took off the bra and glanced at Tess to see if had to remove my panty. She had laid out my new outfit on the bed and was holding a pair of panties. A lacy white thong, stretched out between her hands. I reluctantly slid off the blue ones I was wearing. "Isn't this darling? I love thongs and think you'll love them too. It may take a little while for you to get used to the feeling back there, but they're just much sexier, especially this one. Here try it on." I took the panty and looked at it closer. It was white with two small black bows on either side of the front. But, it seemed to have a gap in front and rather than cloth in back, there was a string of pearls. I gingerly stepped into it. Pulling it up, I felt the strand slip between my butt cheeks, wedged in. As I fitted the top around my waist, my chastity device emerged in the gap in front, sort of on display. I heard Tess giggle and realized she chose this style to highlight the fact that I was caged. I figured, Tess would want me to put on the rest, so I moved to the bed. I could see the bra was as similar style, white lace with black bows on the straps and one between the cups. I put it on the way she'd shown me before. Once I had it hooked and the straps over my shoulders, I picked up the two breast pads I'd used in my blue bra. The cups in this bra were much smaller, basically being only half the size of the ones in the other bra. Plus it had built-in pads, sort of half- pads in the bottom of each cup. So I put the pads on top of those. Looking up, I could see her smiling, widely. "Here let me help. This is a balconette bra designed to create a more uplifted look. When you put your pads in the cup, you need to reach under you boob and pull up. That will let whatever flesh is there settle on top of the padding. Let me show you." Tess came to me, and did as she described. Reaching inside my bra, she sort of pulled up the small amount of muscle and fat centered on my nipple. Doing that, she let the pads fill even more of the bra cup, so even though it wasn't a lot, what there was of my boobs was now exposed and highlighted. Tess did both cups and then stepped back. Smiling, she seemed to like the result. I glanced at the mirror and saw a hint of cleavage and what could be described as boobs. This seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Tess then handed me the next item, a garter belt also in white lace with black bows. It was simple to put on, but it took a minute or two to figure out how to use the garter tab, even with her help, to connect the stockings. They were a sheer black with a white line detail at the top. By now I was getting eager to put on the dress, hoping it would hide the very feminine lingerie. But when I looked closer at it, I could see it wouldn't hide much. The dress was short, black satin, with a rounded, low cut neckline, and a short skirt, flared out by a mass of crinolines. The hem and neckline were trimmed in white chiffon ruffles that extended over the top straps and around the back of the dress. I unzipped the back and stepped into it. It felt like I was putting on a cloud, as the crinolines kept the skirt puffed out. Tess stepped behind me and zipped up the dress. It molded tightly to my torso. The neckline hit me right where my bra was, so my small cleavage and uplifted bust was visible. The skirt only came down to the top of my thighs, and I could not only see the top of my stockings and the white garters with the black bows at the tab, but also my panty. That meant both my ass cheeks separated by the pearls and my cage surrounded by lace would be visible too. It was as if I weren't really wearing anything at all. I turned in shock to look at Tess. But her expression told me as much as I needed to know. "Oh honey that looks so cute on you. Sexy, submissive and super feminine. It looks better on you than I had even hoped. I know its revealing, but at least it's bigger than a nightgown. Let's put on your heels and accessories. I have to see the whole ensemble." The accessories turned out to be a leather choker collar, trimmed in white and black chiffon ruffles with a metal ring in front, a matching pair of cuffs with similar rings, and a small half-apron in white lace with black bows. The heels were nothing practical like my other shoes. They were black strappy sandals with at least a four inch heel. I felt like I was tottering when I stood up and was sure I'd fall over when I walked. But of course, Tess saw nothing but how cute I looked. "Walter what an outfit, don't you just love it? I can't wait to see Kent's reaction. Once we get you a wig and do your face, you'll be the prettiest maid possible. I don't think he expects you to look this good at all. Honestly, I didn't think you'd look so pretty either. I guess I never really looked at your features to see your feminine potential. Although I chose this option to keep you from being tortured all night in that humbler thing, now that I see how cute you look, I can tell I'm going to have you be my maid all the time. But don't worry, I'll save this outfit for special occasions. In fact, one reason I chose this style of panty, you know with the open crotch, was I figured we could take off your little chastity device and lock you in the humbler without even removing any of these sexy things. I think you'll look darling kneeling by our bed dressed this way. But we can try that some other time, right now I want you to get used to these heels. Tell you what, why don't you get us some wine to celebrate. I want to see how my new maid looks when she waits on me." Tess's enthusiastic embracing of my new look floored me. There was a certain innocence to her excitement, in a way that made me feel she wasn't seeing me as a man, but more like a girl role playing. But I was way too uncomfortable with the whole idea of wearing such feminine clothes and looking like a maid. "Tess, I know you like this idea, but it doesn't fit for me, you know? I realize I do many of the household chores, as a way to make life easier for you. I also realize you want to impress Kent by doing things he suggests. But this is just too much. There is no reason for me to dress like this. I feel it is making fun of me, unnecessarily. I know you worry about Kent putting me in the humbler for the night, but I think he'll see it's unnecessary once he stays a time or two. But if I wear these things, maid dresses and such, if he sees me once, I'll never get out. How about we return these things, and take the other option?" I started out my argument forcefully, looking right at her and talking in a firm, commanding voice. But as it went on, and I sensed her reluctance and then disappointment, my resolve began to fade. By the last few sentences, I felt it was a long shot. I wound up looking down at my new heels, my hands fiddling with the hem of my skirt, rearranging the crinolines below it, and almost whispering. When I finished, I looked up at her, not sure what to expect. Tess had a dour look on her face, but when we made eye contact, she sort of smiled. A slight upturn of her mouth that was more of a smirk than a smile. She lightly shook her head no, as if amused by my presentation. "Oh Walter, you can be such a silly goose. I think it's pretty clear that these new things suit you really well. I understand your reluctance to admit you like them. That you feel you need to pretend you're uncomfortable in them. But I saw it. The way you looked at yourself in the mirror. Plus you put your bra and stockings on so easily the second time. You obviously took to wearing them and paid attention to how to put them on. I think these clothes are a natural for you. But I will make a concession for you. I can see you were disappointed. In the size of bra I chose for you. So tomorrow, I'll take them back and buy some with bigger cups, so you can have a full bust. The kind of bust girls dream about. I'm pretty sure that the sites that carry wigs, will also have larger breast forms too. So, don't worry we can make it look the way you desire. So now that's settled. Just go get me my wine." I felt totally defeated. My protest had not only failed, but made things worse. I reluctantly left and went to the kitchen. I poured two glasses of wine and carried them to her on a small silver tray. Walking in the higher heel was different, much more so than the two inch ones. But if I paid attention to how I stepped and went slowly, I could manage. I was able to bring the tray into her bedroom without spilling a drop of wine. What was harder to adjust to, was the string of pearls that was wedged in between my cheeks. I was reminded of its presence with every step. But again, I managed. As I came in, I saw her face light up. Tess was beaming. When she took her glass, she had the warm, confident smile that was her normal look. "I knew you could manage those heels. I swear you look like you've worn them for years. If I didn't know how much walking and standing you do when you clean my house, I'd take those lower heel pumps back. Congratulations." Tess held out her glass for me to touch with mine. She saw this as a real improvement. I took a deep drink, as I needed something to deal with my anxiety of how this was going to affect me. She seemed as eager for the drink as I did and we soon emptied the glasses. Telling me she wanted more, she sent me back to the kitchen for the bottle and snacks. Working in the kitchen, in the heels and dress, I thought about how this might be the way it was from now on. I tried to be positive, telling myself, everything would be okay. When I returned, I filled her glass and she told me to try on the last outfit. So I undressed while she watched. Then I got the last outfit out of her shopping bags. Like my other uniforms, Tess had bought lingerie that matched the color of the dress. But there was only a pink sheer thong and a pair of glistening white stockings with a wide band at the top made of stretch lace. I was surprised, but pleased there was no bra. Even though it was still a thong, this panty was way more comfortable than the one with pearls. The stay-up stockings were easier too, as there were not garters involved. I felt comfortable in these, even though they were girl's things. The dress on the other hand was very different. First of all, it was strapless. The top was a corset style, with laces in back that needed to be tightened. The front was satin, with underwire cups. The bottom of the dress was like a ballet tutu, made of tulle net and projecting outward even more than the first dress. I stepped into it and pulled it into place. Turning my back to Tess, she tightened my laces, pulling on them several times, as she worked the sides of the corset top closer together. At one point, after a couple of adjustments, she had me slip the silicone pads into the bra cups, like I had before, with my boobs on top. Then she finished pulling the corset laces tight. It was tight, making every breath shallower, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. The outfit was completed with a pair of light pink high heel sling-back pumps, a white half-apron with a matching hair band, and a set of white and pink lace cuffs and collar that laced up to match the corset style of the dress. Again, Tess had me model it for her and let me look at myself in the mirror. This outfit was not what I'd consider a maid dress, but the apron and head band sort of qualified it. In any case, it was super feminine and embarrassing to wear. I could tell as I walked, my ass cheeks and cage would be visible because of the sheer thong and how short the skirt was. Also, the corset top gave me the same slight cleavage as before. Tess nodded her head in approval and giggled a little as I walked. After about 10 minutes, I asked if I could take it off. "Well, I'd really like you to wear it longer, but I guess you can. Just take all your new things to the spare bedroom. You can put your lingerie and hose on the shelf in the closet and hang the rest up. Just put those bras back in a shopping bag, because I'm definitely exchanging them for a bigger size. By keeping your uniforms in the spare room, you'll be able to get dressed in the morning without waking me. Or Kent." Tess chuckled at the last part and finished her wine. Later after I had put everything away, I made us some soup and sandwiches for dinner. We spent the rest of the evening snuggled in bed, making me gripe silently about the chastity device. In the past, times like these, might lead to love-making or at least her masturbating me. Now all it did was make me hornier. Still I was able to fall asleep that night. The next two days we were sort of back on schedule, doing our regular routine. Tess had decided to postpone my maid uniform requirements until she got my new bra sizes as well as a wig she ordered online. So when I came home on Thursday, I knew this was the start of a new way. Sitting on the kitchen table was a wig head, complete with a short curly wig in a light brown, a perfect match for my own hair color. Next to it on the table were a makeup mirror, some makeup, just a few things, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick and some blush, along with a few brushes and sponges. All in tones that suited my pale skin rather than Tess's golden tan. Hearing me come in, Tess called out to me from the sunroom. "Walter go take a shower and shave. Then dress in the light blue work uniform. When you're ready come back to the kitchen and I'll fit you in the wig and give you some makeup tips. Now hurry up, I don't want to wait too long for dinner." I went to our bathroom, undressed and took a quick shower. I shaved my face as well as touched up my underarms and legs to be sure they were smooth. Wrapped in a towel, I went to the spare room. I was surprised when I opened the closet. Tess had gotten a small chest, with four drawers. The top one contained my new bras, all with C-cups. My small silicone pads were there too, along with my new breast forms. They looked huge in the box. Reluctantly, I put on the light blue bra and slid the huge forms into the cups. I couldn't get over how far they stuck out and how heavy they felt. The forms did look realistic, lightly bouncing as I moved with the erect nipple making a bump in the bra fabric. The next drawer had my panties and slips, while the third drawer was full of hosiery and my garter belts. I put on the matching set, so I was ready for the dress and shoes. Slipping on the dress, I immediately noticed how much tighter it fit across my chest. Well, I guess my bust since I was wearing a bra. I did notice how much more comfortable the lower high heels felt. Trying off my apron, I headed to the kitchen, so Tess could complete my makeover. Tess heard my heels on the wood floor of the hall and watched me walk into the kitchen. A big smile crossed her face which brought a slight blush to mine. Even though it was just the two of us, being dressed like a maid was embarrassing. Especially since she'd switched out my bra size. Unlike before, when I walked now, there was a slight, but constant bounce to my boobs which was noticeable to me. "Well that didn't take long. You must have been eager to try out your new look. I have to say, I think it is a big improvement. Larger breasts suit your frame better. Sit down here and we'll get you finished." I came closer and sat down on the chair next to Tess. She immediately shook her head no and waved me back up. "Not like that Walter. When girls sit down, while wearing a dress or skirt, they have to smooth out the back, with their hands. Otherwise you'll get wrinkles in it. I'm sure you've noticed that. Now try it again." I stood up and moved back a few paces. This time when I came to the chair, I used my hands to lightly smooth and stretch out the back of my dress as I sat. I must have done okay, because the smile returned to Tess's face. "Much better. I know this is all new to you, so I'll try to help you learn how to do things like a woman does. Like putting on your makeup. I've only laid out a few things now, and will teach you how to use each one. Then as we go along, I'll show you one or two more each day. It won't take long before it will be second nature to you. I've got eye shadow, mascara, blush and lipstick now. But I also bought you foundation, powder, eye liner, eyebrow powder, and false lashes, in several styles and colors. It will seem like a lot at first but you'll get the hang of it, I'm sure. I know you'll want to look your best when Kent is here. Let's start with your eyes. Because you've got a blue dress on, we'll use your blue metallic eye shadow. I'll do one lid and let you try the next. Just watch carefully." Tess took the shadow, using a small brush and gently applied it to the lid of my left eye. While she put it on, she talked about layering and blending. Telling me, that eventually I'd not only put some color on the eyelid, but also use complementary colors on the crease, under my brow, and in the corners of my eyes to create subtle shading and emphasis. She also mentioned that I would need to shape my brows a little too, as they would look better being thinner with more arch. But that would come later. Now I followed her lead and put shadow on my other lid. A bit awkwardly, but well enough that we didn't have to wipe it off and start over. She did the same thing, showing me how to do it and explaining the process, with the mascara, blush and lipstick. For the lipstick, she put it on, then removed it, so I could do it on my own. The first time I smudged it too much and had to start over. But the second time, it looked okay. Tess was proud of me and told me all I needed now was the wig. Taking it off the stand, she showed me how to pull it on my head, being careful to adjust it evenly and then once it was on, to fluff out the curls. The feeling was a little odd, like wearing a tight stocking cap. But one look at the mirror and I immediately felt a rush of emotions. First shock, then embarrassment, and finally a sense of dread. Before when I was wearing girl's things, even fully dressed in the maid outfits, I still looked like a man. Perhaps a brow beaten one, being forced to embarrass himself. But still male. The image I saw now had little trace of any masculinity. Sure my face wasn't overly feminine, but with makeup and curly hair styled like a woman, I had little connection to my former self. Especially knowing how I was dressed. I glanced at Tess, seeing what I feared. She seemed excited, almost thrilled at my new look. Which made me worry more. I knew there was now no contest between me and Kent. I was absolutely the maid and he was the man. I had hopes before, that even if he was the better lover, that my role as the provider and her husband, would keep my masculine role in her life alive. Now that hope was gone. There was no way, she could look at me other than her domestic servant a feminine one. I wanted to rip off the wig and wipe off my face. To try to reclaim my male status. But her look told me I was trapped, maybe for a long time. "Oh honey, that's perfect. You look adorable. I can't wait for Kent to see the new you. He was certain, based on all you did for me, that you'd be suited for the role of maid. I didn't see it then, but now, it does seem to fit. I would have never imagined you like this. Suddenly, I'm really looking forward to having my own personal maid. Tell you what, why don't you take all these things and put them with your uniforms. Then you can make me my favorite cocktail and serve it to me in the sunroom. Now that I see what Kent had in mind for you, I want to help you embrace your new role as quickly as possible. That way when he comes to stay for the weekend, you'll be adjusted to waiting on us and obeying orders. I know you'd do what I wanted anyway, but somehow it will be best for us to establish a more formal servant - boss identity. As part of that, I want you to pick a new name, more suitable for your cute new appearance. I want to keep Walter as my husband, not my maid. So start thinking of a pretty name we can use for your new look. I've got a few ideas myself, but I want you to feel connected to the servant girl who will be in my house from now on." I watched her leave and then gathered my new things. I went upstairs to the small guest bedroom and put the makeup, mirror and wig stand on the small table by the window. When we set up the house, Tess had wanted to use the other large room downstairs for a guest bedroom. But I had insisted I needed it for a study, a sort of personal man's space. As such it was decorated to my male tastes. Structurally it made more sense as a guest room, as it had a nice closet and attached bath. Tess had reluctantly decorated this room for visitors, mostly her sister, but was never accepting of my choice. Because of the room size, she could only put in a simple single bed, a table, and a small armchair. The only room for a dresser was in the closet. Even with limited furniture, the room seemed crowded. She had done her best to decorate it well, but chose a neutral scheme, with plain bed linens, simple curtains, and maple furniture. As I put my things away, I had a bad premonition. This would soon be my room. She'd already called it that and I was sure once Kent slept in our bed, I would no longer be allowed in it, even to sleep. Plus with me in a servants' role, Tess would exert her control by redoing my study into the grand guest room she had always wanted. It was with a sinking feeling, that I closed the door and went back downstairs. To serve the Lady of the house her evening drink. The rest of the evening, followed that pattern. Tess told me she wanted to be served dinner in the dining room. I was to use the china, crystal glasses, and silverware we normally reserved for holidays or special occasions. It was evident that she was preparing me for a new way. I brought her dinner to her, waited on her while she ate, and refilled her wine glass as needed. I had to wait to eat my meal until she was done and then it was to be eaten in the kitchen. But she made it clear that I was to be quick about it, as she wanted me available to wait on her. So I grabbed a few bites while I cleaned up. Although Tess loved to use the fancier table settings, I hated it. Because it all had to be hand washed, and the silver required polishing regularly. If she was going to require me to use it all the time, it would mean much more work for me. So the only way to do that was just eat my meal from the pans rather than plate it up. But I got done quickly, and checked in with her to see if she had any needs. Tess was in the living room, half watching a show and chatting on the phone. I quickly determined she was talking with Kent. Before now, she'd not talk openly in front of me with him. With my new appearance and a confirmation of my role as the maid, she felt relieved of any pretense of hiding her interactions with her lover. In fact, I think she wanted me to hear their conversation as a way of cementing this new arrangement. She asked me to kneel down and massage her feet for her while she talked. By the end of her call, I knew that Kent understood the new dynamic in our home, or rather her home. She gushed over how eager I'd been to wear my new uniforms, how quickly I had learned to do my makeup, and how 'naturally suited' (her words) I seemed for my servant's role. She praised how I had served her dinner in an efficient and quiet manner. Plus she confided in him, that I seemed relieved to be freed from pretending to be a controlling, masculine presence when I was actually instinctively submissive with a feminine aura. I had to kneel there listening and cringing at her descriptions of me. The clinching moment occurred near the end of their conversation, when she paused for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something. Looking at me, but still holding the phone so that Kent could hear, she told me that I needed to move my nightgowns from her room into mine. That the bottom drawer of my dresser was left open for them. I should also transfer some of my work clothes from her closet. That way, I could get up and get dressed without disturbing anyone in her bedroom during the mornings. I rose from my knees, straightened my dress, and started toward the bedroom. I could hear her laugh as I left. Kent had obviously said something to amuse her. But my thoughts were more on how quickly Tess had embraced my role as the maid. Although Kent had suggested it, she seemed to really eager for me to fulfill that position. I know I'd done most of the housework, errands, cooking, and laundry recently. But that had been as her partner and spouse. Now she assigned me those chores as her domestic, not her equal. I had begun the process of her needing a lover, someone to meet her sexual desires since I could not. To make the change I had, from husband to maid, was not something I ever considered part of the process. It was not necessary for me to be in this role, a feminized servant, for her to reach sexual pleasure. But she had seized on an off-hand comment from her lover to push me into this submissive and for me, humiliating position. Perhaps our time as married partners was over. Would I be better off, if we separated? Divorced? I mean, I still loved Tess and it was hard to think about living without her. But could I live like this? All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I moved the last of my dress clothes, suit, pants, shirts, ties, and leather shoes from her closet to the small one in the guest room. Hanging next to my maid uniforms, I was now prepared to get dressed for work or to be her servant, without disturbing her. The Lady of the House. Or even more, to wake her and her lover. Seeing my clothes mixed like this, female and male, triggered my thoughts again to whether our marriage was over. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I missed her calling me name for a moment. Then I heard her and went downstairs, my mind still troubled. But not wanting to be lax, I hurried as much as I could in my heels. Tess was still on the couch, but wasn't talking on the phone any longer. She was smiling, the sweet intoxicating smile that had drawn me to her in the first place. God, she was lovely. As I approached I worried that I looked unkempt from rushing, so I tugged on my hem, adjusted my apron, and licked my lips. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I moved in front of her to serve. "Did you get everything rearranged? I know that all of this comes as a surprise, probably more of a shock. But I think it will make things much smoother in the end. I can't tell you how much your cooperation means to me. I know you love me more than anything, and although he's super sexy and a great lover, Kent will never mean as much to me as you do. I hope you know that. I married you for a reason, a much more important one than sex, support, or security. You touched my heart in a way, no man ever did or has since. I'll always be yours and hope you'll always be mine. It's just that we need to try out this new arrangement to see if it works for us. I honestly think once you adjust to your new role, you'll see it is for the best. I will still need your closeness and love, so don't worry about that. In fact, when you were massaging my feet earlier, I couldn't help but want more. I never really liked it before, but now I seem to crave your touch. Down there. With your pretty lips. You are such a soft kisser, sensual in every way. I should have known I'd get where I crave it. So why don't we do this? I'm going to go to my bedroom and get ready. You slip into a nightie, and come see me. I want to feed you my pussy and let you taste me for a while. I need to orgasm and I want it from you. Does that sound good?" I felt a surge, a surge of lust that surprised me. I had dreamed of Tess wanting me to go down on her and now she seemed to have realized how nice it could be. I nodded my agreement and she got up and left. I followed shortly after, having shut the kitchen down for the night and made sure the doors were locked. I went to my room to get ready. I hated thinking of it that way, as Tess hadn't told me that I would be sleeping there from now on. But with my clothes there, it was hard not to think that. I quickly undressed and faced my first decision. Tess had told me to put on a nightgown. But she had also told me earlier when I was trying on my new outfits that she wanted me to always be in heels at home and never to be around her without my enhanced bust. So, reluctantly I put on a short lace nightgown with a built-in underwire bra top. The forms filled the cups and I put on my four inch black heels to match. I went downstairs to our, or her bedroom. Suddenly, I felt like a stranger. An interloper here. So I stopped at the door and lightly knocked. I heard her giggle and then softly say come in. I opened the door and was stunned. So much so, that I let an audible gasp. Tess was nude, legs spread open, one finger playing with her clit. The other hand was wrapped around a breast, teasing and pulling on her nipple. Her pussy was lightly gleaming, coated with moisture. She looked so sexy, so desirable, and so hot that I immediately felt my cock try to get hard in the tiny chastity device. It was a wanton look she'd never shown me before. She licked her lips and removed her hand from her breast to point at the floor next to her bed. Where I had knelt before when Kent fucked her. I hurried to my spot and got on my knees. Smiling she moved over to the edge of the bed, swinging one leg over my head so I was close to her pussy, legs on either side of me. I could smell her excitement almost as strongly as I could feel my own squeezed in the cage. I closed my eyes and started kissing her thighs, slowly working toward her pussy. Alternating between each one, I inched forward until I was kissing and then licking her outer folds. Her labia were swollen with excitement and warm to the touch. Her taste was much different than after being with Kent, sweeter, more enticing. I was entranced, knowing all her attention was on me and how I was pleasing her. I ate my way into the heart of her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, pushing my tongue into her, or gently lapping the length of her slit. Her moans told me she wanted it. But unlike before, this time she whispered commands on what to do. Suck her clit, flick it with my tongue, slowly slide my lips along her outer labia, sucking as I moved, plunging my tongue, stiff as I could make it, in and out of her vagina, and to just plant my whole face in her folds, lapping her clit with my tongue. Being commanded like that, kept my cock as hard as the cage would allow. It also brought her to a rapid orgasm. When she began to come, she held my head in place with one hand, squeezed me with her thighs, and rubbed her pussy roughly against my face. Her moans and squeals were revealing and as she shuddered and then slowly relaxed, I realized something. This was the first time I'd ever made her climax. All of my previous lovemaking, with my cock, had never produced this kind of reaction. The actions she shown were clearly faked, to assuage my pride. Sensing she was done, I began to move away. But Tess crossed her legs, at the ankle, behind my head, and pulled me closer again with her hand. Followed by a simple command, more. I spent the next thirty minutes or so, licking, kissing, sucking and using my tongue, lips, mouth, and face to give her two more orgasms. Each one was stronger than the one before. After the second one, she stopped giving me commands, as I knew what she wanted at each stage of her sexual build-up. Knowing I'd satisfied her sexual needs, made me feel so close to her. Closer than ever. It came at a cost, as my knees hurt from kneeling, and my mouth, tongue and even face was tired and a little sore from her rubbing. This time when I started to move back, onto my heels and off my knees she let me go. Looking down at me, smiling, sleepily, and satisfied, and then crawled back onto the bed. Then she slightly giggled. "Oh sweetie that was so good. I'm so happy that I followed Kent's instructions to let you please me that way. You're really good at it. But your face is a mess. Maybe I should get you lip stain instead of lipstick and some waterproof makeup. What I really need now is a cool glass of water and then some sleep. Bring me one from the kitchen and then you can go to bed. Be sure to clean your face before you go to sleep. Also, don't bother waking me up for breakfast tomorrow, you can just go to work. When you come home, you'll change into your uniform of course, so why don't you wear panties and hose under your boy clothes. I think from now on, it will be best if you wear only girl's lingerie at all times." Tess waved me away to get her drink. I wobbled out of the room, my gait unsteady from kneeling so long and still unsteady in the higher heels. But I brought her water back, she gave me a good night kiss on the top of my head and then I left. I went upstairs to my new bedroom, stopping by the small bathroom in the hall to clean my face, pee and brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I felt so torn. Proud that I'd given her such sexual pleasure, but embarrassed at how I had to do it and how I looked too. But I was as tired as Tess was, so even sleeping alone, I fell asleep quickly. The rest of the day I felt totally different. Maybe it was from the panty wedge between my cheeks or the silky feel of the pantyhose under my slacks, but something was definitely different. I didn't even protest when my secretary chastised me for my poor handwriting and, in jest, told me she'd have to make me practice writing my name, in pretty, swoopy style letters. At home, I went straight to my room and changed into my black uniform and accessories, did my makeup, painfully slow, and fitted my wig. It still seemed unreal to check my image in the small wall mirror of my room before going downstairs again. Tess hadn't told me to get dressed first, before even saying hello, it just seemed proper somehow. When I saw her, sitting in the sunroom, reading a romance novel, her smile told me I'd made the right choice. "Oh there you are. I heard your car come in. But I like that you were eager to assume your new identity. Your face looks good. I'll show you how to use some foundation and outline your eye brows after dinner. I think you'll feel better if you have a more complete look when Kent comes this weekend. I have to admit, all your attention last night, only made me more eager for his visit. I loved how you pleased me, doing as I said, but I did miss the wonderful feeling of his massive cock. I bet you're excited too. I'm sure you want to show him your new look, maybe he'll even let you out of your little cage. I realized he was right about making you wear it, though. I would have easily let you put your bud into my pussy last night, after I came. Even though I've gotten to enjoy you pleasing me down there with your lovely kisses and obedient tongue, it really amped up my desire for something hard inside me. I'd have been satisfied with your little boy, but now I know he'll be back soon enough so I can have man's cock instead. But enough about last night, bring me a glass of wine. I want to read a bit more, so plan on having my dinner ready at seven. Just keep yourself busy with chores, if need be until then. I want you to serve me in the formal dining room again. I think it will be the standard from now on, certainly when Kent is here. I understand the value of putting some distance between the Lady of the house and her maid. So I want you to accept that too. That brings me to something I've been thinking about. I noticed in my novels, that the ladies all have personal maids with pretty, often traditional female names. I like your name, Walter, but that is my husband's name. It is hard for me to use it now, when you're standing there, in heels, hose, and a tidy dress. I mentioned this the other day, but got so lost when you put your head between my thighs, we forgot to pick one. So why don't we come up with a proper maid's name for you tonight, huh? Something to use when you serve me. I'll still use Walter, if we're out somewhere, or if I call you at the office. But I want you to have a pretty name that fits your new image and role. Think about it while you do your chores and we can choose one later." Tess didn't wait for an answer, but looked back down at her book, in effect dismissing me. That brief conversation hurt, in so many ways and at different levels. Hearing that she would have allowed me to fuck her last night was the worst. Followed closely by her description of my penis and acknowledgment that her lover was right to lock me up. But the one that lingered longest was the idea of choosing another name to use for me. A 'proper maid's name'. She had mentioned it before, but when she didn't follow up, I hoped it was forgotten. Just the idea that Tess needed another name for me confirmed one of my greatest fears. That she would begin to see me as someone else, not her husband, but an actual maid. I tried to shake the thought from my head that my image as a man was fading in her memory. Doing my chores, did help, as did preparing dinner and setting the table for her. It was a bit ironic, because when we first married, Tess insisted we buy all these elaborate serving dishes, silverware, and table linens. She was adamant that as a married couple we needed all of it, for the dinners, parties, and formal occasions we would be hosting. We had used them, rarely, but now they were going to get regular use. In preparation for dinners with her lover as the guest. Actually serving her reinforced my new station. She only spoke to me when telling me to do something or asking about the meal. Tess told me several times how she wanted me to serve. Approach from the left side, stand up straight, don't lean in while putting the plate down or refreshing a drink, bend at the knees so your torso remains upright, answer with a yes mam, or sir to any inquiry or order, and don't speak unless it was to ask if she wanted more of a dish. My role was to be present but not intrusive. Tess was full of requirements. So many, I wondered if she'd researched it. But afterwards, as she stood up to leave the table, I felt good because she complimented both my meal and my service. Her smile when she told me that I was turning out to be a much better maid than she had ever imagined I could be, sealed the deal for me. I rationalized much of what she wanted as something I already had done for her for years. All the chores, cooking, errands, I'd taken on as her husband. I had done those out of love for her and wanting to make her life better and easier. These new requirements, how to serve, my feminized appearance, and even having to move into another bedroom, weren't that much more of a change. I told myself that so it would seem okay. I mean I wanted to be mad or hurt by these new requirements, but somehow it only seemed like I was moving further along in a process. I knew I'd been willing to let her have sex with other men. She'd been reluctant, but I convinced her that it would be best, for both of us. Now that she was embracing that process, and perhaps pushing it along in ways I hadn't anticipated, it wouldn't be right to complain. I should at least be willing to try it and see. Inside, I told myself that it would all be temporary and I'd be able to go back to how it was before, after she adjusted. So, despite having reservations, I obeyed. The only thing I couldn't seem to do, was find what I wanted her to call me. Tess had left for the living room, leaving me to clean up. When I finished, including polishing the silverware, as I knew it would need it, I sought her out. She hadn't told me to do that. I just figured, I needed to see if there was something she wanted, or needed, before I began my other chores. Usually on a Friday night, I'd relax knowing I'd be working most of the weekend doing my domestic chores. Tonight I wanted to get some started, as I knew Kent would be here on Saturday, arriving late afternoon or early evening, so I'd prefer to have most of my chores done by then. I also hoped, that perhaps last night would have been good enough for Tess, that she'd want a repeat. That my pleasuring her might reduce her desire for other men. I knew it was unlikely, but hoped it was possible. When I got there, I could see she was texting, a smile on her face, as she read and then responded. I stood there, just inside the door, at the edge of her vision. I could tell she knew I was there, but was content to have me wait. Before I would have thought that rude, or interrupted her, as being there in person was more important than any electronic connection. Now, though, I realized my role was to support and serve. If she deemed her texting a bigger priority, then I would just have to stand and wait. Finally after at least ten minutes, Tess looked up, clearly in a good mood. "Good news. Kent's finished his work and will be back in town tomorrow. He said he has a few things to do, but plans on coming over for a late dinner. He accepted my offer to spend the night and he's bringing enough clothes so he can stay Sunday night too. He'll leave from here for his office on Monday morning. I told him we were both excited to have him stay with us and that you were very eager to show him how you've accepted your new position. I'm excited that he'll be coming over tomorrow, but in a way I wish we had a few more days together, just you and I. If had I had a little more time to train you, and help you learn, then you'd be a much better servant. Plus you need to practice your makeup skills. I know you want me to be proud of you, but we can make it work. First though, we need to select a new name. Did you come up with any suggestions?" I suddenly felt like a failure. I had hoped, somehow, her lover might not make it. Hearing the excitement in her voice was like being hit with the cold water of reality. I would have to endure more of them being together in front of me, my wife and her lover. With me dressed, fully now, as her servant. Worse yet, I had failed at selecting a name. I glanced at her briefly, but couldn't look her in the eye for long and focused my gaze on my hands, folded in front of me on top of my apron. "Umm, no Tess. I was unable to think of something appropriate. I'm sorry." "Well that's okay. I mean, I guess I should really choose anyway. I texted Kent and he had a wonderful suggestion. He said I should choose a name from my past. A girl who had been mean to me, or a rival, or a competitor. By naming you after someone who had caused me grief, it would make it easier to ask you to do things that might be unpleasant and keep you in your proper role. It only took me a few seconds to think of a name that way. When I was in middle school, there was a girl who seemed to have it out for me. Her family had money, she was cute, and quite buxom for her age. She got any boy she wanted, and seemed to delight in flirting with any boy I seemed interested in. She beat me out for the last cheerleader spot, took the lead I wanted in our class play, was able to wear the latest fashions without repeating them every week, and generally got anything I was remotely interested in. I always felt frustrated by her. Now, she'll be my maid, at least in name. Also, when I texted her name to Kent he thought it was very appropriate for you. So from now on, you'll be Willow. He told me it was actually a type of tree. One that was thin and very flexible, with small delicate leaves. It bent easily in the wind, not being big or strong enough to stand up to pressure but survived by submitting. He told me it was perfect. So, Willow, I want you to go upstairs, remove your makeup and then bring all your cosmetics and supplies down here. I'm going to show you how to use all of it to make yourself even more presentable as a girl. I want you to be the best maid you can be, to be pretty for me and Kent." I smiled and left, trying not to cry. I had hoped, absurdly I know, if I didn't pick a name, Tess might relent and continue to use my real name, my male name. Now I knew she was serious about it. I could also sense that Kent was really invested in her, in making her like him more, maybe even love him. His suggestion that she tag me with a name that Tess associated with dislike was brilliant. She saw it only as a way to get a symbolic measure of revenge against a childhood rival. Kent realized that if she called me her rival's name that some of the angst created earlier would seep into our relationship. That Tess would not only be less resistant to telling me to do things for her, but would relish it. Things she would have hesitated at asking me to do, because they were unpleasant, or humiliating, or perhaps even painful. I couldn't be sure that Kent wanted anything long-term with Tess, but it was clear he wanted no obstacles from me while he decided. Actually, he seemed to enjoy putting me in a submissive, obedient place as much as he enjoyed having Tess. For him, this was all a win-win. I tried to bury these worries as I did as I was told. Reappearing quickly in front of Tess, my face bare and clean, and carrying a tray with all the beauty supplies she gotten for me. The next two hours were a mix of her showing me something, me trying it, me removing it, and then going over it again. I was instructed on the use of foundation and powder to get a smooth, almost flawless complexion. How to use a pencil and powder to create a more feminine brow. She also plucked a few 'stray' hairs, creating a thinner line with a touch of arch. I wanted to protest, but by then she was firmly committed. She showed me the techniques for using several eye shadows, eye liner, and false lashes to create a more intricate look for my eyes that both made them look bigger and infinitely more feminine. The same with lipsticks, lip liner, and gloss. The final effort, where I had to use all the new things she showed me actually turned out well. She was very pleased at my new look and I had to admit it was much more feminine appearing, if obviously more artificial than using just lipstick, blush and a few eye products. That attempt also took a full 45 minutes. When she concluded by telling me she wanted me to look that way whenever I served her or Kent, I knew it would mean a lot of headaches. Weekends wouldn't be an issue, but she told me I was to be pretty for her when I served her, and by implication her lover, coffee and breakfast. That meant getting up an hour earlier to do my face and get dressed, plus more delay because I'd have to remove it before I could leave for work. I was already concerned about Kent staying over on Monday, because I needed to be at work early. This was going to make it all worse. I had to speak up. "Tess I agree that I should look nice when I serve you, but can't I just wear my uniform in the mornings? If I apply makeup, it will take longer to do and to remove. That will make me late for work. I may be the maid at home, but I still need to be a man at work. I can't really come in late every day and not have problems. Income from my job is vital for us. Will you reconsider?" "Now Willow, I expect you to do as I ask, not complain. Do you want me to shop for a few skirts for you? Something to match your blazers or suits, so you can just change from your dress to a nice women's suit for work? That would make your transition from maid to worker really quick. Surely there are women who do your kind of work. Didn't you tell me almost all of your customers work with you over the phone? How would they know if you were in a pretty skirt, pantyhose and heels or that you had sexy red lips and long lashes when you helped them? I think it would be really cute. A sexy office girl." Tess had started giggling as soon as she answered, so I knew or at least hoped she was teasing me. I mean truthfully, almost all of my work was by phone or online. But my office was in a building with other businesses, so I'd have to walk past people who'd known me for years. Plus once in a while, a customer would want to meet face to face to review their files or a new one would come it. I don't think that would go well, if I went from being dressed like a Walter to looking like a Willow. Then there was Anette, the secretarial help who served me and several businesses in the building. I didn't necessarily work with her every day, but at least once a week, we'd get together and she brought me mail or packages. I couldn't imagine her reaction to something like that. Finally, I had taken some consolation in knowing that most of my day I was still a man. An independent, in control man rather than a female servant. I don't think I'd have the same overall demeanor if I lost that pressure release and had to appear feminine at all times. Because for me, being feminine also meant being submissive, which I know isn't absolute, but for me they were firmly associated. Finally, Tess stopped giggling. "Well think about it. I do believe it would make your life easier. But for now, how about you program your office phones to your cell phone. That way you can take calls in the morning before you get to your office. I will also relent, and allow you to just use some mascara, blush and lipstick in the mornings when Kent hasn't spent the night, okay? But if I allow that, then I want you to begin to run some of your errands as Willow. There is no reason that you can't look as presentable as possible on the weekends. That way you can move seamlessly between doing your chores, and running errands, without wasting time changing back and forth. Honestly, although this was Kent's idea, the more I see you dressed like a proper maid, the more I like seeing you like this. Somehow it fits your personality better and makes it easier for me to treat you like my maid. So that's my offer, you can go lighter on makeup during the week, if you're all Willow on the weekends." I reluctantly agreed, already dreading my first foray as a woman. Tess seemed pleased, both at how I looked with full makeup and the fact that I was in her view acclimating to a more feminine role, a more natural role. It was clear to me that if I looked like a maid more often, particularly if I was fully feminized with a girl's name, then she was much more comfortable treating me like one. It was almost like makeup, wig, and female clothes erased the presence of her male husband. I took my cosmetics and supplies back to my room and even though it was late, began doing some chores. Tess seemed to want to watch me more now, even interjecting on how I was doing something to tell me what she'd prefer. I noticed I quickly she became comfortable using Willow as my name. The first few times she said it, there was some hesitation. Now it came to her lips, naturally, as I looked appropriate for the name, while Walter didn't match. By the time she went to bed, it seemed her mind was totally fine with having her house only be occupied by her and her obedient maid. I stayed up another two hours, later than usual to complete a few chores. I knew I'd be up early the next day, both because I had a lot to do before her lover arrived, and because I dreaded putting on all that makeup by myself. Plus the worst thing that faced me now, was not having Kent here, but doing my Saturday errands as Willow. Tess had told me what she wanted me to make for their dinners and most of it I didn't have on hand. Also, she wanted me to buy a special bourbon that Kent favored. She wanted him to know we both would go out of our way to make his stay with us as nice as possible. When I expressed my concern about shopping looking like Willow with my card saying Walter, Tess told me to use hers, as it said Mrs. on it. Of course, the best solution would be to add Willow to our accounts so they would send me new cards to use. Until then, she'd allow me to use her cards. The speed at which Tess was pushing me into my new identity worried me. I suspected that once she had me going out on weekends in my female persona that she would surprise me one day with a bevy of skirts coordinated with my suit jackets and I would wind up being Willow all the time. This was never any part of the process I'd imagined for her sexual relief. It was getting way out of hand and beyond my control quickly. But it seemed to be something Tess really wanted. As I got ready for bed, I realized removing the makeup was also a time consuming job. I went ahead and took a quick shower and shaved so I could get an early start tomorrow. Despite my worries, I was able to fall asleep quickly as the warm shower was relaxing. The alarm rang only a few times before I turned it off. I had fallen asleep easily, but didn't sleep well, waking up several times as a result of bad dreams. The kind where you find yourself back at school or at work, without any clothes and running late for something. But I knew, I had to get going. I laid out my clothes and went to the bathroom, down the hall, to pee. A small reminder of my lost privileges. I sat down on the floor next to my bed, with my makeup mirror on the nightstand. I slowly began to apply my cosmetics. I went super slowly, as I felt a mistake would take even longer. I managed to get it all on, but didn't do as good a job on my eyeliner, or blending the eye shadow as I would have liked. Still it would do. I quickly put on my panty, bra, hose, and slip and then the blue maid uniform with apron. Heels and wig, then downstairs to make coffee. I needed a jolt for sure. I was up an hour and half earlier than normal on Saturday, but had to be quiet so as to not disturb Tess. A normal Saturday for me, was errands and laundry. But since we were having a guest for the weekend, I decided to spend all my free time cleaning. I reasoned that both of them would be fine if I did laundry and ironing on Sunday, as they'd be more interested in spending time together with each other than with me. Still it was only 6 AM, so I would do some work before going out. So I started by cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms, outside of the master suite. That also meant, I would delay vacuuming the house until after I ran my errands, just before Kent was due here. The one thing I was glad about, was that by now, I was comfortable in the two inch heels and moved through my chores liked I had worn them my whole life. As I worked, I also planned my errands. Since I had so much to do to prepare for Kent, I figured Tess would be okay if I just went to the grocery instead of the specialty shops. They'd have all I needed for meals and in just one stop. Plus, if I went early and used the self- check lanes, I could reduce interactions with people. Only buying the liquor would be face to face. Still it would be my first time outside the house in women's clothes. Although my wig and makeup gave me a reasonable female appearance, I worried about my dress, and heels. It looked okay, without the apron, you wouldn't necessarily assume it was a maid's dress, still because it was short, I felt vulnerable and exposed. I also worried about my voice, whether it sounded too masculine for me to pass as a woman. All these worries stayed in my head, while I worked, until Tess came in. She still looked sleepy, but I could tell she was beginning to get excited. About the arrival of her lover. As she sat at the kitchen table, I poured her a cup of coffee and she gave me a surprised look "My Willow, I'm impressed. Knowing you had to run some errands today I didn't expect you to go all out with your makeup. Does that mean you're ready to venture out in your new identity? I guess I underestimated how eager you were to embrace being a girl full-time." "I thought you wanted me to do my face. You said last night that I would have to be Willow all weekend, or whenever Kent was here. So I just assumed you meant I was to start today. But I am worried about going out in a dress and how I sound. I don't want everyone to know I'm a man or recognize me." Tess chuckled as she sipped her coffee. I could tell she was enjoying this, as my discomfort but willingness to try, meant she was right to continue the process we'd started and Kent had modified. "Well your dress looks fine. I mean most women don't wear one to shop or run errands, but you look nice really. I imagine the men will enjoy your pretty legs and curvy figure. As far as your voice, honestly yours is not deep, or extremely masculine. Just speak softly and you'll be fine. You can also try to talk with more variations in tone and end sentences on a rising note, like you're asking a question. Those are traits women often have in their speech patterns. But overall, just be quieter and you won't stand out. I know you have a lot of cleaning yet to do, so to make your errands quicker, why don't you go to the large grocery rather than the specialty markets? That should help. I'll allow it today, but want you to plan your work better from now on. I do need you to pick up some dry cleaning for me and go to the 'Elegant' dress shop on Forster Street. I bought a dress there last week but it had to be altered, so I left it for them. They texted me it was ready and I want to wear if for Kent. I expect him to be here around four, so you need to be quick about it. Tell you what, scramble me some eggs with toast for breakfast and then you can go. Oh and Willow, don't worry about being seen as a man anymore, I think those days are almost gone. I can't imagine any of our friends recognizing you as Walter when you're dressed so nicely." I made Tess breakfast, her last words echoing in my head. While she ate, she told me to use one of her purses, a navy blue tote with light blue trim and rigid handle. It would match my dress and was a good size for me to start with. She also reminded me to take her credit card, as I definitely needed a feminine name with the way I looked. After clearing her dishes, I checked my face and appearance once more, lightly touching up my lipstick. Then I got her purse, put my wallet, her credit card, my phone and keys, a few makeup items, and taking a deep breath went to my car. Although we had a two-car garage, I parked mine outside. Tess had told me to start leaving the other space for Kent's car. Walking outside, my heels clicking on the cement pavement and the cool breeze softly swirling around my legs and up my skirt reminded me how different this all was going to be. Driving my car felt totally strange too, as pushing on the pedals in my heels was new. I drove slower, as I wanted to get used to how they felt. Mentally, I laid out my route. I had wanted to go to the grocery early, but with these new stops for Tess, I knew I should do those first. Luckily for me, by the time Tess had gotten up and eaten breakfast, it was nearly 9:30 so all the shops were open. Unfortunately the most efficient route, had me going to the dress shop first. I had no faith that the salesladies wouldn't immediately detect that I was male. Maybe not a man any more, but definitely not a woman. As I drove I practiced the type of voice Tess had suggested. Raising and lowering the tone of my voice as I spoke and seeking to end each sentence on a high note. It was difficult to do, requiring me to think about how I said things as well as what I was saying. But at least to my ears, I did sound more feminine. I hadn't noticed that speech pattern until she mentioned it but now hearing it, I recognized the sounds. I parked the car in front of the store and got out. I smoothed out my dress, making sure the hem was straight and with my purse hooked in my bent elbow walked toward the front door. The store wasn't big, styled like a cute cottage, with shutters and flowerboxes around the windows. As I entered I quickly looked around. The place although small was full of dresses and had a sort of side area with purses and shoes. There was a woman, about Tess's age working behind the counter, so I headed her way. I had mentally practiced what I was going to say, but I was still very nervous. Taking a deep breath, as I stopped in front and she looked up, I began. "Good morning. I need to pick up a dress for Tess Adams. She bought it last week and left it for alterations. It should be ready." "Oh hello. Of course. You must be Willow. Ms. Adams just called. She said she'd forgotten to mention that you might want to look at a pair of shoes. They are a nice pump that match your purse. I can see which shoes she means, as we sold her that purse. What's your size? I'll grab them when I go back to get her dress and you can try them on. Just take a seat over there." I smiled and tried to act calm, although I'm sure my face turned white. I wasn't sure if Tess had done this on purpose or actually forgot. In any case, I was stuck. So I told the clerk my size and went to the shoe area to sit down, smoothing my dress as Tess had taught me to do. My heart was racing and I glanced around, just glad that no other customers were in the store. It was only a few moments before the lady came back. She handed me a shoe box and then took the dress, in a bag, and hung it by the register before returning to help me. I opened the box and saw immediately how the shoes matched the purse. They were mostly navy with the same light blue trim. They did indeed go with my dress too. They were also a higher heel, probably four inches. The clerk smiled at me as I looked at them. "Aren't they gorgeous? I have a pair like that in coral with the matching purse and use them all the time. I know when Tess bought the purse, she thought about buying the shoes too. Now seeing how the purse was for you, it makes sense for you to try on the pumps. I think you'll really like them." The clerk helped me remove my shoes and then slip on both heels. I stood up and walked back and forth and then stood in front of a mirror to see how they looked. I was just glad I had worn my other higher heel shoes before, so I didn't wobble or stumble. I did see how it would make a coordinated outfit. But it also signaled to me that Tess wanted me to wear a very high heel when I ran my errands too. The saleslady came up next to me, and looked at my reflection. "I really like how they go with your dress, an almost perfect match for the light blue. I can see why Ms. Adams wanted you to get these. They feel okay? Personally, I prefer a higher heel when I wear dresses as it helps my legs look nicer. Yours are so shapely, it's not as critical for you, but I do think they look better. Tell you what, why don't I put your other shoes in the box and you can wear these out. Tess said you were running some errands for her today. I'm sure you want to look your best." I felt trapped, so I nodded my head yes. While she boxed up my old shoes, I moved to the register. As she rang them up, I took a second but went ahead and gave her Tess's card. The clerk ran it with no problems. Smiling she handed me the shoe box and dress bag. I wasn't really sure if she made me as a man or perhaps knew I was Tess's husband, which I guess was good. I took the things and was on my way. I walked a little slower as these higher heels were not quite familiar to me as the two- inch heel. Still I made it into the car and went on to the next stop. The feel of the four-inch heels on the pedal was quite a bit different and I almost removed them to try in my stocking feet. But I was afraid I'd snag my hose, so I just drove slower. The dry cleaners was much easier. Just gave them my ticket and I took her things. The liquor store, however, was worse. First of all, I was again the only customer and the man working the counter, came around to ask if I needed help. I'd been there a few times, as Walter, and was always ignored until I was ready to pay. I could sense this time would be much different. So I just told him the kind of liquor I wanted. He smiled and said excellent choice. Then he asked if it was my favorite brand. My answer that I was buying it for a male guest, made him smile even more, and he muttered lucky dude. I was on my way not long after, although I swear I could feel his stare on my ass as I left. The grocery store was busy by the time I managed to get there and grab a cart. I had hoped to avoid crowds by being there earlier, but now it had a normal level of Saturday shoppers. I also had told myself that it would be easier here, as I was familiar with the store and where and what to buy. But I immediately felt that I stood out. First, most shoppers were female, probably 75%, but only one was in a dress and she had leggings on underneath with flat sandals. I saw no one else in high heels with hose. I was reminded of my new look with every step, as my heels clicked as I walked on the tile floors. Also, I quickly realized that reaching or bending over to get items off high or low shelves, meant exposing more of my legs, perhaps even my cheeks. What was usually a twenty minute trip quickly turned into double that, as I slowly made my way down the aisles. Even though the grocery was a one-stop shopping, I still had to go to the butcher, bakery, and fresh flower counters to get items. I knew Tess well enough to know she had certain preferences for the cut of a steak, the type of sweet roll and breads, and what specific arrangement of flowers to use. So I had to talk and interact as much here as if I drove to individual stores. The feeling was also creeping up on me that my appearance wasn't completely convincing as a female nor hid my identity. Since I had shopped here a lot as Walter, I was recognizable to many of the employees. It was a by-product of my friendly nature. As I finished selecting my items and made my way toward the checkout, it struck me. I had planned on using the self-checkout lanes. But this store prided itself on customer service. That meant that there were only three such lanes, and were limited to use when you had only a few purchases. I had way more things in my cart than was allowable. I really began to panic, when I saw who was running the registers at each checkout. I recognized each person, as they were long time employees. The flip side was that they knew me, at least as Walter. Even if they didn't see me under my female clothes, wig, and makeup at first, once I ran my credit card, with Mrs. Tess Adams on it, the connection would be made. I was trying to figure out what to do, when one of the young baggers saw me. With a smile he said this lane is open and let me unload your cart for you. He pulled my cart into the lane, letting me pass so I would have to stand across the counter from the checker, a nice man named Tony. I cringed as I stepped over, because I knew Tony liked to chat with the customers. His friendly hello and usual question if I found everything I was shopping for, seemed like an inquisition now. I merely nodded, and smiled back. He seemed to look at me a bit unusually but went on with his job, still making small talk about the weather, the upcoming holiday and his usual quips about my items. His constant chatter meant I had to provide some answers, but I tried to keep them short. As he worked, I turned to the credit pad to run my store discount card and Tess's credit card. After it registered my information, I glanced up at the screen near Tony. There was Tess Adams on the screen, making the connection I dreaded. Finishing, Tony printed out my receipt, and as was the store custom, showed me how much I'd saved, my total, and the bonus points I'd accumulated on my visit. Folding the receipt and handing it to me, Tony smiled. "Thanks for shopping with us, Ms. Adams and please come again. It's always a pleasure to have the prettiest ladies visit our store. Have a good day." I took the receipt and sighed, silently, to myself. I recognized this line, as one he used with every woman he waited on. Also, it wasn't lost on me that as we looked at each other, his eyes drifted quickly down to look at my bust and lower. Thankfully, Tess didn't shop here enough that her name was connected to Walter Adams. I turned to leave, faced with the last hurdle. As Walter I always turned down the offer of the baggers to help me out. But in a dress and heels I had no option, the young man had already taken my cart to push it for me. It was standard practice, even if a bit chauvinistic, for the baggers to help most women. So I walked next to him and showed him my car. As he transferred the items, I got a small tip ready for him. His thanks mam and smile told me he'd not made me either. As I left to come home, my elation at not being noticed, soon disappeared. My shopping had taken way longer than I had planned, plus it had showed me how vulnerable I would be on future trips dressed as Willow. At home, I quickly realized how helpful the young man had been. It was much harder to carry my grocery bags while in heels and quickly learned that two bags were all I could handle at one time. I finally got it all inside and began to put things away. Just as I finished, putting the flowers on the dining room table, Tess appeared. She was wearing a dress I'd bought for her. It was a cute sundress, white semi-sheer, with eyelet trim, spaghetti straps, long skirt, but with a very high slit in the front. She had on simple sandals, a tiny thong but no bra, which meant her nipples and areola showed. It was the kind of dress she would wear only around the house and in the past, only for me. It sent shivers up my spine as she looked totally gorgeous. She'd done her makeup and styled her hair, which was unusual for a weekend unless we were going out, and smelled sweetly of floral scents. I would have been excited normally, but now, knowing this was for Kent, it put my stomach in knots. But she was all smiles. "So how did it go? Any problems venturing out as Willow? I see you bought the shoes I suggested. Don't they look good with your dress? I know I said you could wear shorter heels, at least when you do chores, but I do think a higher heel looks better. I just remembered them after you left. I wanted you to look your best when running errands for me. I know it seems odd, but I when you're doing things for me in your new fem persona, I expect you to be as perfect as possible. I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing this for Kent. I know you bought it for me, but it makes me feel so sexy. Honestly, I didn't expect to want him so badly, but since he's been out of town, having him in bed is all I can think about. I'm just glad you're here to get everything ready. I so want to impress him during his stay. So please be on your best behavior. It's important to me that he feels comfortable here, sort of an at home feeling, like he belongs here. I have to admit, not having you sleeping next to me in bed was harder than I imagined. It will be nice to have a strong, warm male presence in my bed again. That will make it easier for me to adjust to you sleeping in the maid's quarters. Although, I'll still invite you into my boudoir to kneel next to my bed whenever Kent isn't here. But enough chat, put on your apron and finish your chores before he gets here." I felt my face flush, both from her expressing her desires for Kent and the sort of dismissive way she ended it. I did put my apron on and began my last chores. I also noted she said nothing about changing back to the lower heels. I still had vacuuming, dusting, and then a thorough clean of the master bedroom suite left. I did the chores in the other rooms first, before going to the master. It reinforced my angst as I put the flowery, satin sheets that Tess told me to use. She'd bought them for one of our anniversaries, as part of a makeover of our bedroom in an attempt to spice up our lovemaking. A failed attempt. I scrubbed the toilets, counters and bath tub, as I assumed Tess would lure Kent into the tub so they could kiss, soak, and sensually wash each other. Another step she tried with me, without a lot of success. I finished cleaning, made the bed, and put out scented candles, and several vases of flowers. All to her specifications. She seemed excited when she looked it over, telling me I'd done a good job. Seeing I was done with my prep, she suggested I go take a quick shower and dress in one of my formal maid uniforms, as she wanted my appearance to reflect well on her. I obeyed, even though I hated the idea of wearing my formal uniform. My face still looked fine and I didn't want to have do my makeup again, so I made the shower quick, just to wash off my body. I did reapply lotion and got dressed in my room. Going through it again, putting on panties, bra, garter belt and hose was a concrete reminder of how much I'd given up in this process, just so Tess could have her sexual pleasure. I did feel a certain pressure to look my best, as this would be my unveiling in front of Kent. So I opted for the black satin uniform with its accessories. The bra, a balconette style was designed to hold my large forms, but still allow me to pull my extra flesh up on top of them, creating cleavage. The thong panties, with their open crotch didn't hide my cage at all. It was embarrassing because when I zipped up my dress, it was obvious that everything was on display, highlighted even by the ruffled crinoline and garter straps. The last accessories, leather collar and wrist cuffs, was the final endorsement of my new role. Even the heels, which were my highest yet, took some adjusting to. Still I made my way to the kitchen, as I planned on getting things ready ahead of time for their dinner tonight. I knew enough that I would have only leftover scraps as I would not be allowed to eat with them. As much as I hated doing all of this, in some ways it was good, as it kept me from thinking about how soon Kent would be here. I had almost forgotten about him, when I heard a car pull into our garage. He was here and making himself at home from the start. I had covered my formal outfit with a long working apron, so I removed that, did a quick check of my appearance and stood by the door of the kitchen. Not in the way but available in case needed. Tess had heard him too, so she left the sunroom and quickly walked to the meet in the hall outside the door from the garage. It opened and Kent walked in, smiling, as if this was already his home. The absence of a knock or any pretense that he was a guest added to my uneasiness. But he was only focused on Tess, dropping his small carryon bag in the hall, before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her. It was a passionate one, on both sides, clear that they were eager to renew their intimacy. Eventually they broke off the kiss and he whispered something in her ear. Turning her head a little and looking my way, Tess indicated me standing there. Kent's face broadened into a big smile, as he pulled her close to his side. He waved me closer and I walked slowly toward the couple. My heart was racing and felt totally embarrassed and emasculated. He looked me over as I approached but didn't speak until I stood in front of them, waiting for orders as I had been trained to do by Tess. Then he let out a low laugh and shook his head. "So, this is what you wanted? I guess I shouldn't be surprised given how easily you allowed another man to please your wife. Still, I would have thought a night in the humbler would have been easier than this. I will give you credit, you make a credible looking fem. Some guys stick out no matter how much they do, but you have all the natural looks and manner of a real maid. A slutty, sexy slut one maybe, but real enough. Tess told me she'd found several cute uniforms but this is more than I expected. I especially like the collar and cuffs. I'll see how well they work later. I'll be honest with you, even doing all of this, trading your male look for a girl's, I'll still insist you spend a considerable amount of time in the humbler. I just think it adds the right kind of respect to our relationship." "Isn't he darling? I followed your suggestion for a name, so she's now Willow. She's embraced this change far quicker than I expected or even hoped. She actually ran her errands today, fully dressed. I could tell she loved it, so much so, she bought a pair of heels to wear with her regular uniform. I know this one seems a little over the top, but I couldn't wait for you to see it on her. But enough about the help, I missed you so much. My bed has never felt so empty. I didn't realize once you'd been in it with me, I'd come to crave having you there all the time. I just hope you enjoy your stay this weekend. Willow has helped me go all out, so you'll be comfortable. She bought your favorite bourdon today. So how about we go to the sunroom and enjoy the rest of the afternoon?" "That would be great. I'd love a drink and a chance to unwind. I was running late, so I've not even gone by my place to drop off my laundry or change into anything fresh. I've only got a few things in the small bag I carried in that are clean, the rest is in my car." "Well that's no problem. Willow, make us a couple of drinks with the bourbon. Kent likes his neat, a double. I'll have one too, but on the rocks. Then you can put his clean things in the dresser drawers where your clothes used to be. Any toiletries can go in the master bath. Then, get his bag with the laundry from his car. You can wash his things for him tomorrow when you do ours. I want to be sure he has clean and ironed clothes so he can stay with us until Monday morning." "I appreciate that, but when you unpack my things from the car to wash, there's a box in the big suitcase. Bring that to me while we relax." I nodded my head, face flaming red, and retreated into the kitchen while they went to the sunroom, his arm still wrapped around her waist. There was no denying her desire for him, it showed in her speech, her body language, as well as how she reacted to his kiss and touch. It also seemed she wanted to demonstrate to him, how totally compliant I was. As if he needed any more assurance after fucking her in front of me and putting his cock in my mouth. That seemed so long ago, I'd almost been able to put it out of my memory. Seeing her melt in his arms, just brought it all back. Being addressed as Willow only further crushed any masculine feelings I had. I quickly mixed up the drinks, and put a few snacks on a tray too. I knew Tess well enough, that she loved the happy hour traditions of a few drinks, light appetizers, and conversation before dinner. Getting to do it with her lover would start the evening off right for her. I took it all out on a tray, stopping to serve him and then her, before putting the snacks on the table next to where they sat on the couch. They barely acknowledged me, so I turned and left. Taking the case with his clean clothes to the master bedroom, I put it on the dresser and opened it. There wasn't a lot, a couple pair of briefs, t-shirts, socks, athletic shorts, some polo shirts, a dress shirt, and two pairs of pants, all casual stuff. I put his underwear and athletic gear in drawers, and hung up the rest. I took the small kit bag to the master bath and laid out his stuff, in the space where mine had been, next to the second sink. Going into the garage was another jolt. I knew his car was parked there, but it just reinforced how I'd switched places with him, as it was next to Tess's car. It was unlocked and I pulled out two big suitcases. They seemed full, which sort of made sense, if he'd not been home yet because his trip was more than a week. I lugged them upstairs to the laundry, awkwardly in my heels as I could only carry one at a time. There I opened them to sort out whites, darks and anything needing dry cleaning. There was more work style clothes in these bags, dress pants, white cotton oxford shirts, a few ties and a mix of workout and casual clothes. Unlike handling mine or Tess's things, his soiled clothes had a different, musky odor. It was hard to quantify, but it had a strong masculine component to it. One thought flashed in my head, testosterone. I blushed just thinking it, as it suggested my clothes lacked that component. The smaller bag actually contained suits, as it was more like a folding garment bag. I took those out and hung them up, figuring some would need dry cleaning. I also found the box Kent had mentioned. It was long narrow box, wrapped in pink paper with a small bow, flattened in the suitcase. Knowing I had been gone awhile, I hurried with the box to the sunroom. I hadn't needed to worry, as they were laughing and snuggling, obviously not missing me at all. Tess was sitting as close to him as possible, with her skirt spread open by the slit. I could see her panty was wet. Kent had obviously been stroking her there. As I came in, I stopped and waited. It felt so odd playing this role, the help. I had to be there, but not be there. I knew from what Tess had told me that I should just stand ready but not intrude. That was so difficult when you could see your wife being intimae with another man. Finally, she acknowledged me. "Yes Willow?" "Tess, I have the box your guest mentioned. Also would you like another round of drinks?" "Yes another drink would be great. But don't refer to Kent as a guest. He's far more than that." "Well that's nice to hear, honey. I do feel so comfortable and at ease here, like a second home. But I can understand Willow's confusion. She's not been fully trained, in such things. From now on, I'll make sure I clear that up any issues like that for her. Maid, you can call me Mr. Fulton or simply Sir, if you prefer. I also think when I'm here that you need to respect my lover. Using her first time is a bit too informal. She's the Lady of the house, so you can call her Ms. Adams, or Madam. I think the gift I brought for her will reinforce that distance between servant and Mistress. If you want dear, you can open the box. When I saw it I thought it would be perfect for helping you find that balance between you, me, and Willow." My face flamed hotter the more Kent talked. He was quickly establishing himself in my home and as I feared putting distance between me and Tess. Having to use Sir and Madam when addressing them, plus he called me maid, not even bothering to use my new name, just my servant's role. Now I was dreading what was in the box, but dutifully handed it to my wife. She giggled and fused at Kent that he didn't need to do this, as she eagerly unwrapped her gift. Taking off the top, she reached in and took it out. I recoiled immediately, as the gift looked like a leather crop type whip, except the end had a flat, square of leather. Seeing what it was, Tess looked over at Kent, a questioning look on her face. Seeing her unease, he smiled. "I saw this and knew it was just what you needed, I knew from how you described Willow and her sometimes reluctance to do what was necessary. You needed help setting the proper tone of your relationship. This is like the riding crop, you'd use with a horse, to guide them and spur them in the direction you want them to go. But it's modified with the leather swatch at the end. That allows it to be used on very sensitive parts of the man's body. Say if such parts were stretched out and presented in a way that greater access is afforded to them. I want you to use it to help Willow learn her new role. That can be if she fails to do something correctly or in a timely fashion. It also can be used to set a general tone, as a reminder of who is now the Head of the household and who is the servant. It seems harsh, I know, but almost every servant responds well to such guidance. It's part of their submissive makeup, in their DNA, even. I bet after she's gotten a taste of it, she'll find it a reassurance of how much you care for her, when you use it. Why don't you try it out, just a few taps?" "Oh Kent, you're so nice to think of this. But I don't really think I need to correct Willow that way. She does as I want, mostly." Kent leaned in and kissed her, lightly rubbing her exposed thigh. Then with his hand still inches from my wife's pussy, he turned to me, a stern look on his face. "Willow, come here. Stand in front of your Mistress. Turn around, bend over, with your legs spread, and grasp your ankles. Remain that way, until told you can go get our drinks." I looked at Tess, panicked, but not hearing her dispute his orders, I complied. My legs were starting to shake. Just bending over and holding onto my ankles, fully exposed my ass cheeks, as my skirt was so short anyway. The pose also pulled the strand of pearls on my thong deep into my crack, furthering my unpleasant position. But, I remained there, trembling, dreading what might happen, and hoping Tess would refuse. I was pleased, as she again told Kent she didn't think it was necessary. "Honey, so you're telling me Willow does everything right? That there isn't something that could be improved? That she follows every request or suggestion you make, without complaint or offering alternatives? I guess Willow has more control here than I thought. She must know how to get her way with things. That you'll just go along with her wants rather than let you wish. If you're okay with Willow still pulling the strings on your life, then okay. If not, I'd like you to give her a swat across her buttocks." Hearing Kent describe why Tess should whip me, I really feared she do it. He was so cunning, to get her to name me after a former rival. A girl that caused her grief. The way Kent describe it now, it was as if Tess was still allowing her nemesis to have control. I just hoped her love for me would stop her from using the crop. But I feared she'd feel her old jealousy, and take out her hidden frustrations on me, just as Kent hoped. I didn't have long to wait, as Tess finally swung the crop, and struck me across the right cheek. But it was a very light tap, stinging, but not very painful. Even the sound was more like a light slap. "There you go. That wasn't difficult was it? Believe me, girls like Willow need discipline. She's already shown her true nature. The way she's embraced dressing like a girl, eagerly it seems. I think she's wanted this kind of relationship with you since the day you married, maybe even before. What man does all the household chores for his wife, runs errands for her, and cooks her meals? Even more, what kind of man suggests his wife take a lover, admitting his failure to please her? Not only lets her take a lover, but welcomed him into her home. Didn't you tell me she moved her things into another bedroom, cleared out her things from the master bedroom to make room for mine? No, Willow needs this in every way. But it must be firm enough to resonate with her. To always be in her mind that you are now in charge and she is to serve you exactly as you wish. Here let me have the crop and I'll demonstrate what she needs. What she wants. Then you can try it again." I heard him moving. I couldn't see, as I was facing away. But I knew what was coming. Kent didn't waste any time, striking me swiftly across the left cheek. This time the blow rang through the sunroom, echoing off the glass. The pain was immediate, a sharp sting, A sudden burst of pain followed by a continuing stinging, burning sensation. I also heard a soft gasp from Tess, but followed quickly by a giggle. "It got so red so fast. Wasn't that too hard?" "No, this kind of whip focuses on surface blows, not deep enough to cause damage. It will sting for a while, a good reminder to Willow to behave. It helps that she has a fat butt too, almost made to be spanked. Now you try. Give her four or so more, with proper feeling this time so she knows you care enough to discipline her properly." Again a soft shuffle, as I imagine she was taking back the crop. Then in fairly quick succession, four more stinging blows, alternating between my cheeks. These were far stronger than her first, but not quite to the level Kent used. The pain surged through me with each strike, but Kent was truthful. After the initial blow, the pain dropped to a more manageable stinging, burning sensation. What hurt more, was the constant giggle from Tess, ending in a full laugh when she finished. I remained bent over, fearful of moving or assuming they were done. "How was that honey? I see what you mean, you can tell if it is hard enough by how quick she turns pink. It's rather cute, really. So am I to use this whenever Willow disappoints me or fails to do as I wish?" "That's the idea. Plus I think preemptive correction is also helpful. A kind of paying it forward, so she is always mindful of pleasing you, or when I'm around, me. Willow should be submissive to anyone here in your home, as she represents you. So a good discipline session prior to having visitors or even other guests is good policy. Establishing a regular schedule, a sort of maintenance spanking, to remind her to be humble. I feel it's never a good idea to be lenient with the help. They actual prefer knowing you will keep them in their place and doing their job properly. Speaking of that, Willow why don't you go get us those drinks? Do you have any more of those shrimp appetizers? They were very good." I straightened up, relieved for this to be over, but mindful of how it might be repeated if I wasn't efficient. "Yes Sir. I'll bring both right away, Sir. Madam, is there anything else, or may I go?" "No that will do. Oh, Kent, she is so much more responsive. You are right about discipline." I turned and left, trying to walk steadily but a bit quicker than usual. The sound of laughter, soft chatter, and what seemed like kissing echoed behind me as I left. The burning feeling had radiated through my butt, and it felt so hot. My face was still warm, as this had to be among the most humiliating moments of my life. I'd not been spanked since I was in primary school. The insinuation that I'd actually perform better with regular spankings, both for correcting mistakes and as a reminder, burnt too. How had this process to relieve Tess's sexual frustrations led to this? I had not seen any of this and now, I could see no way out. I hustled to make the drinks and plate up more of the shrimp. I needed to know too, when to start dinner. I did not want another round of corrective actions if I could avoid it. I hurried back with the tray, reminding myself to not go to fast as I didn't want any spills. In the sunroom, I kept my eyes down, placed the drinks, and food on the table in front of Kent and my wife. I could hear soft sounds of kissing, so turned to leave. "Willow, wait a minute." Fearful that I'd done something wrong, I pivoted to face them, a lump in my throat. "Yes Madam, do you need me?" "Just take my whip and put it on the nightstand of our bedroom. Kent says we will need it later. I think that will be a good place to keep it from now on. That way, when I tell you need to learn a lesson, you'll know where to get it. That's all Willow." I reached down and picked up the whip, remembering that I forgot to ask about dinner. I was getting scared now, as I didn't want to intrude but didn't know how to get her attention. Awkwardly, after I got the whip, I held my hand up in the air, about as high as my shoulder, as a child might do at school to ask a question. Seeing me, Kent chuckled, poked Tess and she smiled too. "Do you have a question Willow?" "Yes Ms. Adams, when do you want me to have dinner ready for you and Mr. Fulton? I will only need 15 minutes or so to sear the meat, so I can have it whenever you desire." "Seven will be fine, maid. I enjoying your wife's company and the drinks, so that will give us enough time." "Yes, Sir." I turned and left. I heard giggling again and wondered if they were amused by the pink glow of my cheeks. I walked to her bedroom and put the crop on the table. I had noticed right away, that she called it our bedroom, indicating her and Kent. I was sure now, that he'd be here more than just this weekend. I could only hope that somehow they'd tire of each other, otherwise it could be a long time till there was a change. Seeing as I had almost an hour till I was needed, I went upstairs. I was worried about my makeup and wanted to presoak a few items from the laundry. With all of his clothes too, I faced a long day tomorrow. I did a few things with the wash, pretreating several item, and putting Tess and my delicate lingerie to soak. I'd come up later, after dinner to scrub and rinse them. Before going to the kitchen, I touched up my makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, while sitting on the bed as gingerly as I could, reminded me how much the process had changed me. And made me worry if I could ever reverse those changes. Back in the kitchen, I put on my work apron and began final dinner prep. We have a griller on our cooktop, so I could cook the T-bone steaks inside in a manner of minutes. I set the table in our formal dining room, got everything else ready to go, removed my work apron, and checked on the happy couple. Tess was beginning to feel her drinks, as she rarely drank hard liquor. Sir was just mellow and told me I could proceed with dinner. I let them know when it was ready and they took their places at the table. The next 45 minutes were both humiliating and scary. Not because they did anything but rather how they essentially ignored me except for a request of some item or a refill of their tea. Standing there, out of the way, trying to be inconspicuous but ready really made me think about my new role. They were chatting, occasionally holding hands, and looking into each other eyes. The looks weren't love per se, but more lust. I could see how they both wanted the other. When they finished, Tess told me to clean up while they relaxed in the living room. I followed her orders, eating a small bit for my dinner from the extra food left in the pans. It wasn't much for me, no steak, but given how tied up in knots my stomach was, I don't think I could have eaten much more. When I checked on them, they were snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. I was a bit surprised, assuming they'd be headed to bed. But it dawned on me, there was no rush. They were kissing, cuddling and being intimate. Enjoying each other's company, probably in a way they hadn't been able to before. Since Kent was staying, they could work up to sex, like most couples would. They ask for some water and I brought them each a glass on ice. I was getting used to how to serve, close enough, bending my knees, and staying out of their space. Moves I had to think about before were becoming automatic. I wasn't sure what to do, when Kent stop kissing Tess's neck long enough to ask me a question. "Willow, did you get my clothes out of my bags? I have some things I need to be ready on Monday morning, but others you can take care of this week." "Yes Sir, I sorted your clothes and will do them as part of our regular laundry tomorrow. I also hung up your suits, separating the dry clean only from the others." "Perfect. I want you to wash those that can be done here, properly ironed of course. The others you can take to the dry cleaners. Tess suggested I keep a certain amount of my things here, as there is lots of space in the master bedroom closet and dressers. That way when I stay here, it won't be such an effort." "Yes, I want him to feel at home here. Hopefully he can stay the night often. We both like how this feels and now that you've begun to fully embrace your servant role, I think it's better for you too. I have a feeling you'll get much better training the more Kent is here. Are you all done in the kitchen? Everything ship shape?" "Yes Ms. Adams. I've finished there." "Wonderful. We won't need you for anything before we go to bed, so I want you to wait on us. Go kneel in you spot by the bed. Put the humbler between your legs. One of us will be in shortly to get you ready. That way when we do want to make love, we won't have to interrupt it to take care of you. You'll be there, ready and waiting. Now go on, maid." I nodded my understanding and told her yes madam. I went straight there, cursing myself for all of this and worried about the rest of the night. But what bothered me most, was that Tess referred to me simply as 'maid'. The first time she'd been so blunt about my new role. Kent had done it, several times, but hearing it from my wife made reality sink in. As I settled in on my knees, I was sure my worries about her perceiving me as feminine, a maid and not her husband and a man were coming true. I only had to wait about 10 minutes before Tess came in. She had me bend over, legs spread, and unlocked my chastity. But my cock was barely free when she pulled my balls back and roughly locked the humbler in place. My hands were next, using small locks to connect my wrist cuffs to the device. With my hands out of the way, she attached a short leash to the ring on my choker. Then she was gone. It's not like she was rude. Tess complimented me on dinner, my service, and getting Kent's laundry ready, while she put me in place. But she was just efficient, no dawdling. Clearly she wanted me ready so she could get back to Kent. The wait seemed like forever. I guess because I didn't want them to come in. Because that would mean they'd fuck again. I'd rather kneel here all night if it meant they'd not do it. But eventually, of course, I heard them. Opening and shutting the door, the sounds of clothes slowly dropping to the floor amid kissing and touching sounds. Then I could see their feet, naked, as they crawled into bed. I dared not look up, afraid to see if Tess was enjoying this as much as I hated it. They fucked, furiously the first time, then slower and longer the second time, while I knelt there. Unlike before, Kent came with her both times. I guess the absence from her had excited him. But she also came so it was still far better than what I could do. At least this part of the process was working as I hoped. A few minutes after her second climax, Tess moved to the side of the bed. Tugging on my leash, she pulled me to her pussy, my knees scooting along to minimize the painful stretch of the humbler on my sack. She didn't say anything, nor did she need to. It was clear she wanted me to lick up their cum. I spent ten minutes, licking and sucking her wonderful pussy, before she seemed satisfied and crawled back in bed. I heard the soft sounds of them cuddling, kissing and whispered pillow talk. Soon nothing, but the sounds of breathing. They'd fallen asleep, leaving me trapped by the bed. Both in my maid's uniform and stretched by the humbler. Doing both of the 'choices' Kent had offered. I'm not sure how long I knelt there, my knees having gone numb for a while. Then I heard rustling in the bed. Kent came around the bed to me. He quickly and roughly released my hands and removed the humbler, before locking my cock back in its metal prison. With a light tap of his foot, he told me to leave and be ready to serve breakfast in the morning. They'd fuck again of course, but I'd not be allowed the pleasure of eating her out. I made my way out of the room, picking up the scattered clothes, just as he turned off the light. It was far worse this time than when he fucked her in our bed the first time. I guess, because he remained there while I left. With my knees still a bit numb, I wobbled up the stairs. I was tempted to remove my heels, but I didn't want to somehow risk a punishment. I went to the laundry, stripping down my clothes and adding theirs to the baskets of sorted laundry. Weary, I went to the small bath, cleaned my face and fell in bed. I had set my alarm earlier and could see I'd only get about six hours of sleep. It didn't take long to drift away, even with all my thoughts about the day's events. This time the buzz of the alarm went on for some time before I responded. Groggily I went to the bathroom, did my business and took a shower. I made sure my face was shaved and moisturized everywhere, a process Tess had insisted I adopt. I was beginning to wake up now, so I began what was becoming my normal morning prep. Makeup, put on my lingerie, hose, wig, and finally maid's uniform and heels. Because I would be doing routine chores, I wore the black daily uniform rather than the pink fancy one. Somehow this felt better, even though it was equally embarrassing to wear any dress in front of the man who was fucking my wife. Still, I had no choice, really. I started a load of laundry and went downstairs to make a big pot of coffee. I had preplanned each meal, so I knew I would make omelets, sausage, biscuits, and fruit today. I made as much of it as I could, so I would have it all ready to cook whenever they got up. It seemed so strange to tip toe past the master bedroom door, to go upstairs to continue my wash duties. It was another stark reminder of how my life had changed in the process of freeing my wife to find sexual satisfaction. I plunged into my chores, to clear those thoughts from my mind. The whole time, listening for any sounds of them arising. The last thing I wanted was to be caught unready for their arrival in the breakfast area. After a couple of hours, with a lot of progress on the clothes, I heard what sounded like love-making, followed by the muffled moans of Tess climaxing. I made my way to the kitchen and was dong more food prep, when I heard the shower running. My next day of service was starting. They showed up in about 10 minutes, wearing robes, but nothing else. Tess had a short, satin robe I'd bought her last Christmas, it was sexy, especially on her. Kent had a lush, black and red plaid, long robe. A very expensive one. A robe Tess had gotten me for my birthday. Seeing him in it hurt, not just because it was mine, or used to be, but more so that it fit him. On me, it was too long and oversized, while for him it fit perfect. I tried not to let my feelings show, but smiled as they moved to the table. "Good morning, Ms. Adams, Mr. Fulton. Would you like to start out with a cup of coffee?" I was a little surprised at how cheery I actually sounded, given my emotions. But they didn't sense anything false about it. I took their orders, served them and Tess told me I could start breakfast. I went to the kitchen and began to cook. I was close enough to hear, not intentionally eavesdropping, just listening. Most of the conversation was what you would expect from lovers. Comments about how good it had been, what they liked, and how nice they'd felt, intermixed with a soft kiss or two. They also talked about plans for the day. I was surprised at what they were discussing. It sounded like they were going out. I'd assumed they'd be here. Kent suggested they go to the Art Museum, as they had a display of American painters of the Old West, as well as some nice permanent exhibits. Tess was enthusiastic about the idea, which struck another nerve. I'd suggested going there several times, but she'd never seemed interested. She always argued that I needed the weekends to do my chores, and she'd feel guilty about taking up my time. Now it seems, she could do both, visit the museum and allow me to do housework. I served them their breakfast, using the same techniques as I had at dinner, but I could return to the kitchen rather than stand back against the wall of the dining room, since I could hear them from the breakfast nook. Kent called me in once, but only to compliment me on the omelet. Apparently, that was a favorite of his and mine was very good. He chuckled and looked over at Tess, saying that it was another good reason to spend more nights here. They both wanted one more cup of coffee when they were done, and moved to the sunroom to drink it. I cleared the table but got called to come there, as I started to put dishes in the washer. I hurried to stand in front of Tess. "Willow, Kent reminded me that I didn't follow through on my promise last night. So, before we leave today, he wants me to finish what I'd forgotten. So, I need you to go to our bedroom and bring me the whip, as well as the humbler. I'll be quick about it, as I know you have lots of laundry to do but it does need to be done. I agree with him, that proper discipline will keep you on the right tract as my maid. Hurry, as I need to do my hair." I nodded, and left, walking briskly. I had noticed she'd not used the whip on me while I was immobilized last night, but hadn't said anything, of course. I found the two items and returned. I was starting to tremble and having to stand in front of them, peeling off my pantyhose and panty, only made it worse. She had me kneel on the tile floor, assuming the position I was become very familiar with. Kent had the key to my chastity in his robe pocket, and he unlocked me, and then roughly worked me into the wooden vise. He told me I could remain on all fours, since this wouldn't take long. I knew my positon not only made my ass vulnerable, but my sack, stretched out, offered my balls as a prime target too. Tess stood up and moved to stand beside me, while Kent sat back down and watched. She glanced over at him, obviously nervous about what she was going to do. Sensing that, he gave her a little encouragement. It would be very painful, but not damaging, and would be the best reminder she could provide of why I should always give my best as her servant. The first four swats were warmups, obviously. She struck my cheeks, hard enough to bring back the stinging pain and begin to warm them up. Another brief hesitation and then she hit them. The flat flap at the end of the crop, curled up between my thighs. Striking both balls, equally, the blow pressed them tight against the wood of the humbler, momentarily. The pain seemed to flash through my whole body in an instant. My elbows buckled and my upper torso bent to the floor. That raised my rear even more. Tess followed with three more blows, each centered more or less on my exposed testicles. The pain seemed to reach a peak and stay there. Unlike the blow to my butt, this pain was not a stinging, burning sensation, but more like an electric jolt, throbbing in wave after wave. My legs were trembling, and tears welled up in my eyes. For an instant I thought I might vomit. I'd never experience such pain, especially in my most sensitive area. Finished, Tess moved next to my head. She reached forward with the whip, so the end was right below my face. "Willow I hope you understand that this was for your own good. So you'd realize how important it is for you to give your best possible service to me and to Kent. I know this is a new role for you, but I want you to embrace it fully. Your pain should be a reminder of why you should serve as well as how much I care for you. If I didn't think it was important I wouldn't take my time to do this, so appreciate it. Kent says this should be your regular, reminder of how obedient you need to be. I trust his judgement, and rather like this timing instead of when you're in your place by my bed. From now on, after our Sunday brunch, I'll give you this lesson. Now I want you to kiss the end of the whip, and thank me for giving you what you need." While she spoke, the pain finally began to drop in intensity, moving to a dull constant throb rather than an excruciating jolt. I moved my head forward and kissed her whip, a tear rolling down my face. I thanked her for helping me learn to be a better maid. The words barely above a whisper, as I could not muster any more voice than that. Tess seemed satisfied and moved back behind me. While I still felt immobilized, she exchanged the humbler for my cage. Although I could barely feel her touch on my privates as the whole area was numb. Kent then stood up and they left to get dressed. She rubbed her hand on my head as she passed, telling me to put myself back together, as I needed to resume my duties. She wanted all the laundry done before they returned. As he passed me, I heard a soft chuckle from Kent, a sort of confirmation that we both knew how radical a change this moment meant. It took me a few moments to muster the strength to move. I got up slowly and sat on the edge of the padded chair. I examined my nuts and could see they were blood red. There had to be some kind of damage there, but I was grateful, that the pain had dropped so I could touch them. I carefully pulled on my panties and then the hose. Even the light pressure of the pantyhose kept the whole area throbbing, as well as the stinging pain from my cheeks. But I knew I had to get started. I took the coffee cups to the kitchen and then went, walking slowly, upstairs. The load of laundry I'd started earlier was done, and I transferred them to the dryer. These were a load of whites, mostly Kent's things, shirts, underwear, and sport socks. I wanted to be able to start ironing his shirts right away. After the dryer began, I loaded the washer again, this time colors which was a mix of his and girl's things. With those running, I filled the sink with a warm sudsy water. I'd soak my hose and Tess's expensive lingerie so I could hand wash them later. Everyday panties, bras, and nightgowns could be washed using the delicate cycle and then hung dry with the handwashing. Because I'd been doing this a while, Tess had found me several drying racks to put up. That made the laundry crowded but was necessary. When the racks were up, I'd move the ironing board somewhere else, like the kitchen or my room. I could even use the small sewing room as it was between the laundry and new maid's quarters. Overall, this section of the house seemed perfectly setup for a servant to use. Close to their own bed and away from the master suite. My timing was about perfect, I'd done all I could upstairs and I could hear them leaving their bedroom. I wanted to check and see if I had other duties while they were out. The walk down the stairs, reminded me my balls still hurt. Tess was checking her purse in the living room and Kent was tying his shoes. They were both dressed nice, but casual. Tess was wearing the new dress I'd picked up at the dress shop and looked really good. It was cut to highlight her figure, hitting mid-thigh, without being overly sexy. A nice look for a day at the museum and browsing downtown. I couldn't help but wish it was me taking her around. I'd always appreciated the stares of other men, when they saw her. Made me feel good. I imagined Kent would get that feeling now. Hearing my steps, Tess turned toward me and smiled. "Feeling better? I know it hurt, but it's necessary, and given your current situation, sexually, they are a bit unnecessary now. Kent and I will be gone all day, we're going to look at some of the shops around the museum, grab lunch, and since it's a nice day check out the riverside park. Maybe watch the rowers near the docks. Anyway, we'll be back at six, so plan on dinner probably near 8. We both liked our little happy hour, so we want to do that before we eat. While we're out, I want you to strip the bed and remake it. Other than that, just get the laundry done. I think you know where to put Kent's things, so make him feel at home. I want him to know he's welcome to stay any night he can. Be good and I'll call if something comes up. Oh yes, I want you in your pink formal uniform when we return." Then they were gone. I hesitated a moment and then went to the master bedroom. The bed was a mess, and so was the bath. Towels and dirty clothes left on the floor or counter, toiletries left out and open, it was as if Tess had done this on purpose. I was used to some mess from her, but Kent's things looked similar. I guess she wanted him to know that the maid would clean it all up. So I began to work. I could see that with him here, there would always be laundry to do. I worked in the suite for about 45 minutes, until I heard the dryer chime. Taking the load of dirty clothes with me, I returned to the laundry room. The rest of the day was a mix, of running the machines, ironing and hand washing. But I had it all done, except for taking his suits to the cleaners, by five. Just time enough for a quick shower and re-do of my makeup. Putting on the pink uniform made me realize how easier it was in my day uniforms. I mean, they were still dresses, but my formal ones were overly sexual. Plus more complicated. Before, Tess had helped me cinch up the corset top. Alone, I struggled but managed to get it tight enough to create some bust. She'd obviously picked them to show off my cage, and firmly establish who was in charge. The only good thing, was that I had begun to adjust to the higher heels I wore with them, so at least that was something. With my attire ready for their return, I began the most humiliating part of my day. I hung Kent's shirt, suits, and dress pants in the master bedroom closet. Filling the space where my clothes had been. The same with the dresser drawers that used to be mine. When Tess and I had started this process, to find her some sexual relief, I had not considered how far it might go. That she might find a man that she needed more frequently and would be willing to make room for him in her home. I certainly, hadn't imagined her, with his help, pushing me into the role I had now. Maybe it wasn't worth it. I mean, if he's here all the time, and I'm in skirts, stockings and heels, with my cock all locked up, what's in it for me? I didn't want to be reassigned to a servant's role, a humiliating submissive position. At least when we started, I could still be a man in my own home. Now it was clear that Tess had filled that role with Kent, leaving only a feminized maid slot for me. Would I be better off, leaving and starting over? Those thoughts were whirling in my head, when I heard the roar of Kent's BMW sports car return to the garage. To park in my spot. I would have to make that decision, later, as I headed down to greet them. Tess hadn't specified whether I could be elsewhere, or waiting by the door, so I opted to be at the ready. I could hear muffled conversation and then the door from the garage opened. They were obviously in a good mood and she smiled broadly when she saw me. Handing me a couple of bags, she began to unzip her dress. Looking over at Kent, she grinned even wider. "I can't wait any longer, but I don't want to mess up our bed. Willow, put those away in our bedroom, we're going upstairs. I hope you don't mind us borrowing your bed for a while, I'm so horny I could explode. Let's go, honey." Tess had peeled out of her dress. Wearing only a thong and pushup bra, she took Kent's hand and made their way up the stairs, leaving me literally holding the bags. I sighed, picked up her dress, and walked to the master bedroom. The bags contained some more silky panties, thongs, in Tess's size. A cute pair of earrings and some male toiletries. Obviously, she wanted Kent to have all he needed to stay here. I put it all away, and then returned to the kitchen. I'd just changed my sheets too, so I knew my bed was clean. I also knew I'd have to sleep on them, sex soiled or not, as we only had one set of sheets for the bed. I sort of puttered around the kitchen, the moans and thumping sound coming from upstairs telling me that Kent was taking care of her needs, as we'd wanted. Finally, after a half hour, I heard them come downstairs, then their shower run. This time when they appeared, they were dressed, casually. Tess in a short, sleeveless shift and Kent in shorts and tee shirt. "My clothes look good Willow. Clean, well ironed, and hung where I can use them. As your wife said, I'll be staying here frequently, so I'll leave these here. When you get my suits cleaned you can just hang them with the rest of my things in the master closet. Tess also offered to let me bring my other clothes here for you to launder, and I like that idea. I was never one for such domestic chores that fit you so well. But many of those I'll take back to my place, as I can't stay here every night, no matter how much Tess would want that. But I do appreciate your work. When we started this arrangement, I wasn't sure how well it would go. I've had a few such affairs before, pleasing other men's wives, but they were all short lived. Despite how happy the wives were, generally the husbands were merely tolerant at best. They'd rarely allow me to become sole provider of their wives sexual needs, even if they were not quite up to the task. Also few were willing to become more submissive. That made it awkward for me. I admit I'm a true Alpha who prefers to run the show. I much prefer the husband to be a beta male, who defers easily. Which you've embraced so well, particularly fitting into the domestic role easily and efficiently. This is how I always imagined my bull-hot wife-cuckold arrangements to be. Now that I actually am experiencing it, the relationship is better than I expected. Not only is the sex great, Tess and I seem to get along at almost every level, and you submit eagerly. As everyone is getting what they want, I see no reason we can't continue this for quite a while. Really, no reason to ever stop at this point. Right Tess?" "Well, honey, I do like it a lot. Like you, this is far better than I hoped. Not only am I finally getting some sexual pleasure, wonderful orgasms, as well as more intimate contact with a very masculine touch, but I'm realizing how much my husband can give me. I mean, he always carried more than his share around the house. But now, as Willow, she is freeing me to really enjoy life. Domestic chores, although necessary, can be so depressing. Seeing how she seems content when she does them, removes my guilt from not wanting to do my share. The maid's role is to keep the home and hearth functioning for the Lady of the house, so as long as I provide her the proper direction and guidance, with just a touch of discipline, like this morning, then it should run almost forever. Her willingness to venture out, dressed as a girl also told me she enjoyed this more than just tolerate it. When Walter suggested we start this process, a process of finding me more sexual relief, I wasn't sure if it would be successful. Now that we've matured the process, I totally see what he had in mind. That the process would release Walter to become Willow. This is what you had in mind all along, wasn't it Willow?" I thought for a moment, hesitating before answering. I had envisioned a process that would bring joy to my wife and relieve me from the guilt I had about not being able to provide sexual excitement and satisfaction to her. To release the guilt and free me. Kent had provided that. So it had been a success. But pushing me totally into the role of a servant. Configuring me as a maid, feminized, chastised, controlled, and disciplined, physically and emotionally, was not in my original scope. True I did many of these chores before we invited her lover into our lives, but certainly not in this way and to this degree. I was composing these thoughts in my mind before answering. But they saw my hesitation as agreement. "I thought this was what you wanted, Willow. I knew you'd like it as much as Kent and I. So, we'll continue this process as I think I see where I want it to go. For now, what I want is another happy hour. Makes us some drinks and light snacks. I mentioned to Kent when we were out that I wanted to change the downstairs office area to a real guest room. We looked at a couple of designer shops and furniture places while we strolled the area after seeing the museum. Based on that, he's got some ideas we're going to toss around. Now that you've created maid's quarters upstairs as your space, you don't really need the office anymore. I can't imagine you doing that kind of work when you're in my home. Your maid duties come first. I've always wanted a bigger, more inviting space for guests. After we get it converted, then I'll feel free to invite my sister to visit and stay awhile, and I've got some cousins who'd I love to see again. Kent and I could show them the city and you'd get to do bigger, more elaborate dinners. With you embracing the maid's role so completely, having guests here for longer visits is quite doable. Of course, you'll need a few more improvements too. I think we can find more linens for your bed, as well as accent the space. No reason to keep it looking neutral, I can make it look much more feminine since it will be for you. Lovely pastels, florals, and soft fabrics will enhance the feminine feel for it. If we start having guests stay with us, then you'll also need formal uniforms that aren't as sexy as the one you're wearing now. I think we found an answer to that, as well. One of the shops we saw today, was a custom dress shop. When I inquired about having them make a few uniforms for you, designer maid outfits, they assured me they could create just what we need. Plus I bet they'd be able to match your blazers and suit coats with appropriate skirts or dresses. That way, you can easily move from your work attire to you servant role, without redoing your face or hair. I'll take you to the shop one afternoon soon. So I see no reason, since you're happy too, not to run this process to as far as we can. Just because Willow is my maid, doesn't mean she can't also be an adorable office girl too." Tess looked at me, beaming. I could see how completely happy she was and knew my objections were now irrelevant. I'd started the process, pushed her into it in fact, so now that she took control and had an endgame in mind, I couldn't object. The time to change or abort the process was gone. "Yes Madam, I'll get your refreshments. Would some simple salsa and chips be acceptable? They'll go well with the Mexican meal you requested for dinner." Tess's positive answer sent me on my way to the kitchen, knowing now that this was my new life, the life the process had led me and her to find. I would make the most of it. In fact, I actually understood that this new life might have been what I wanted all along but was afraid to admit. Sometimes a process finds all the right solutions to even unanswered questions.