Made Maid

Made Maid

by

Miss Irene Clearmont


Follow-on from ‘Dream Come True’… perhaps you might wish to read it first?


The heels were so uncomfortable, his legs strained and ached and the corset bit into his waist mercilessly, flaring his hips and causing him to gasp for breath as he waited for his wife to arrive home from work. Just a month ago, Pete had thought that all he wanted in life was for his petite wife, Stephanie, to be more assertive in bed. Now he stood by the door of his house, waiting for her to arrive as she expected.


He shifted his feet a little to balance and stood straight to stop his falling to the floor. If he fell, standing up again would be difficult and Stephanie would be so angry to find him sprawled on the floor. For a moment, he tried to move a gloved hand to support himself on the wall, but the narrow chain that joined his wrists behind his back stopped him and he almost fell.


Once again he shuffled a little to sway on the heels before he managed to keep his balance.


In his head was a fear. A tension that spoke of his trip to explore the mild fantasy that he had imagined that he wanted to live out for real. That his wife would ride him, fuck him in heels and stockings. That she would become a woman who bent him around her little finger. That had been the dream, the reality had become a nightmare. Instead, it was Cindy, his wife’s lover that played with him, while Stephanie simply enjoyed watching Pete being humiliated and punished by the woman that she spent her nights with.


He would have looked down if the posture collar around his neck had allowed it. He knew what he would have seen. The tight boots that stretched to his knee in a smooth patent leather skin with intricate laces that ran from top to toe. The toes pointed to the floor, the metal heels that ran from heel to the floor with a thin chain between them that ensured that every step was short and delicate. From the edge of the boots to his waist, the nylon pantyhose that covered and revealed his smooth thighs and the steel-enclosed cock that was locked with the tint key that hung at Cindy’s ankle.


There was something frightening in the way that Stephanie had given Cindy the key to his manhood. Without a care, as if Cindy had gagged him. She knew that her lover might just have pity on her husband if he could speak of mercy and succour. Instead, all Pete could manage were small grunts that signalled assent to the abuse that was becoming, day by day, the normality of everyday life.


A crunch of gravel under high heels and the door opened.


Stephanie had changed, become something else since she had given her husband to her lover. She had grown inside, become a woman who appreciated having a servant and a young lover that made her life a bed of roses. Perhaps she would have laughed to hear his pleas and entreaties, perhaps the savage gag was superfluous to Cindy’s requirements.


Stephanie smiled at the rigid form that stood to greet her as she entered the house. For a moment her gloved hand reached out and fondled the restraint under the thin nylon.


“Have a good day, darling?” she asked.


Peter nodded and a tear came to his eyes as he grunted assent.


“That’s nice! Is Cindy at home?”


Again, the small grunt in his throat that signalled agreement.


“I hope that you have completed all your chores,” continued Stephanie as she hung up her fur coat to reveal the tight suit that clasped her form. “You are already due three strokes of the cane, I will be very angry if you have not been a good little girl!”


Without waiting for an answer, Pete’s wife left the hall for the lounge. A small movement of her hand indicating that he should follow her.


Small steps.


Every one a risk of slipping and falling, but he managed to walk with the roll of the hips that Cindy required of him and followed Stephanie into the longue to find that she was already pouring herself a cognac. Cindy lounged on the sofa, sprawled almost naked in a baby-doll nighty, a picture of innocence only spoiled by the long cane that hung loosely from her hand.


“Drink dear?” asked Stephanie of her lover.


“Of course,” chuckled Cindy.


As she spoke she moved slowly to drop a stilettoed foot to the floor opening her thighs to show the naked slit that cleft her. Pink stockings, a haze of the web of the nightie and a slight shift that caused her large breasts to roll under the flimsy silk. Cindy held out her hand and lazily took the drink while Pete’s gaze was fixed on the tiny key that hung from the shapely ankle.


“We have something to discuss,” said Stephanie.


Ignoring her husband by the armchair she sat down and sipped at the glass in her hand.


“My little idea?”


“Of course! I’ve been giving it some thought over the last week and I think that you’re right. Pete is ready for the next stage in his training and it’s time that he realised that his entire existence is for our amusement…”


Cindy slowly sat up on the sofa and lifted her glass with one hand as the other moved between her open thighs to cover the oozing cunt that bled her excitement. One finger slipped inside the lips and she blushed pink as she stroked herself.


“We need the right person,” said Cindy slowly. “It won’t be easy to arrange…”


“Nonsense,” replied Stephanie. “It’s all arranged for tonight! I have sorted everything out, in an hour he will arrive and then the fun can begin…”


Cindy looked up at the puzzled man who stood so rigidly by her lover’s side and smiled.


“I can’t believe how quickly you managed to find some one,” she said.


A small moan escaped her lips and her hand slid across her pussy, smearing her juices almost to the tops of her pink stockings.


“Well, I have,” said Stephanie. “All we have to do is get him ready and then enjoy the show!”


“Who?”


“Oh, it’s one of the programmers from the office,” said Stephanie with a grin. “As soon as I suggested that there was nice little girly maid to play with he went for it hook line and sinker.”


“Gay?”


“I don’t think so,” laughed Stephanie. “Jonah is more deviant than anything else…”


“Perfect,” laughed Cindy. “It is about time that Pete learned that we can do whatever we want with him.”


“Oh, I think that he’s learned that already,” said Stephanie as she sipped the cognac. “All we’re doing is pushing him down the road to becoming a proper sissy… Now then, we need to get ready, because Jonah will be here in under an hour and everything must be perfect!”


*****


It was nothing new, being chained to the bedpost while the two women in Pete’s life played with each other on the bed. What was new was the terrible feeling of intense fear that filled his head. It had taken him ten minutes to ascend the stairs at the end of Cindy’s leash and he had fought every step of the way.


First an attempt to slump down on the stairs that failed at the savage third blow of the cane in Cindy’s hand. Then the slow ascent, step by painful step as he struggled against the heels and chains while impatient wife and lover forced him to his fate. They laughed at his helplessness and drove him on, all the while hinting at the terrible fate that they had in store for him.


At last he shuffled into the familiar bedroom, his cage in the corner, the welded rings on the bedposts marking his post when he was permitted to witness their lovemaking. Cindy chained his wrists low and he kneeled by the bedpost while she undid the gag from his mouth and withdrew the stiff rubber ball.


“God, please,” he cried to be answered by a curt laugh.


“Don’t be so silly little girl,” said his wife. “This is just the first little stage to exposing the man that you really are! A tiny little useless cock, a need to be used and abused and a perfect little maid for my pleasure!”


“I’m sorry…” he blurted, but as he did so Cindy slipped a broad ring between his lips.


“That’s better,” she said as she tightened the straps behind his head.


A finger probed the gag and pushed it correctly into place before the straps were pulled savagely tight.


“He needs something else,” said Stephanie.


She turned and opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers and pulled a mass of bright pink from it to display the wig to Cindy.


“This is perfect!”


It was Cindy that adjusted the wig while her lover slowly undressed to reveal her stockings and corset.


“All we need is our visitor…”


*****


Pete could hear the voices laughing downstairs. The two women who had him in their grip and a man’s voice that laughed just a little too loud. Drool spilled from his lips and he struggled to lift his head against the posture collar so that he could swallow it. He was kneeling, his hands behind him at the bed post and his legs were almost numb from the tight grip of the terrible boots that they had fitted him with. Tears streamed from his eyes, blurring the mascara and leaving a trail in the foundation that Cindy had applied.


He heard the clink of glasses and more chatter and then the sound of the lounge door opening. Now he could hear the words that they spoke as the two women and the man ascended the stairs. Pete made one last effort to tear himself from the grip of his chains and fetters, but all he succeeded in doing was to dribble over the tights on his thighs.


In the darkness he saw the door open. First in was Stephanie, her glass still in her hand. Second the slim figure of Cindy, as usual in pink, the baby-doll nightie scarcely covering her thighs. Looming behind was a man taller than both women. Well-muscled and broad-shouldered he was dressed casually in jeans and T shirt.


“Is this your little sissy?” laughed Jonah as he looked down at the kneeling husband on who’s head his wife’s hand rested.


“He’s all yours,” laughed Cindy. “We are just here to enjoy the show…”


Jonah’s face was flushed with the drinks that wife and lover had plied him with. A huge swelling in his jeans showed his interest.


“Let me introduce you to Jonah,” said Stephanie.


The hand on Pete’s head ensured that his eyes were transfixed on the sight of Cindy slowly releasing him from his jeans. Her hand slid down the zipper and then slid inside to ease the giant organ from the opening.


“More important,” continued Pete’s wife, “you need to meet this cock. A real man’s cock that needs to be satisfied for my pleasure…”


Cindy’s hands slipped the length of the half-erect cock to tease it to full size while Pete’s eyes filled with tears. Her fingertips pulled back the foreskin to reveal the smooth swollen purple tip and then pulled to bring him to full size. There was no doubt, Jonah was impressive. A curved stalk that could barely be encompassed by Cindy’s long fingers. Crooked veins ran the length of it and the small opening at its tip leaked pre-cum.


“You really are a pair of bitches!” chuckled Jonah as he allowed himself to be aroused. “Am I the first?”


“The first, but just the first, dear,” whispered Stephanie. “A virgin’s tears!”


As she spoke her fingers moved to cross the tearstained face and grip it even though the collar allowed no escape.


“Tonight, sissy learns to deep-throat, tomorrow he will be offering another hole for our pleasure…”


Jonah looked down and then felt Cindy’s hand on his butt. A gentle push that caused him to move to the brink of that inviting hole that these two malevolent women were offering his cock. He watched the fear in the husband’s eyes, the streams of tears that showed his aversion and then he thrust because the impulse to do so was beyond his control.


The cock barely fitted the ring-gag in the open lips. It slid inside and filled the hole. Tongue and moved to block and teeth closed to bite. The tongue was pushed aside with ease, the gag held the jaws open and the huge cock slid effortlessly deep into the proffered glory hole.


“All the way, dear,” coaxed Stephanie.


The hand pushing was not needed, Jonah thrust until balls slapped against chin, his cock probed deep, thrusting the throat open as Stephanie’s fingers slid to feel the swelling throat from the outside.


“Now fuck the bitch…”


Pete choked on Jonah, he gasped as the cock withdrew and then once again he felt himself being used as a cunt for Jonah’s massive cock. All the while, wife and lover coaxed Jonah to greater efforts. Slow strokes. Paced and rhythmic.


Cindy produced her phone and filmed the whole scene.


As her shaking hands held the phone, she caught Stephanie in the background slowly reaming her streaming pussy with her fingers of one hand as the other lingered at the top of Pete’s collar, feeling the penetration from without at each deep thrust.


“What a good little slut, it’s as though our maid has been sucking cock forever,” said Cindy.


The effect of those words on Stephanie was almost immediate and she gasped and climaxed. Her hand stopped moving and a flush spread from thighs to belly. Belly to breasts and breasts to neck as she watched Jonah’s cock finally pull free and spew come into the wide open moth that had no choice but to drink at the fountain that gushed fountains of come to splatter the face of her husband.


“Jesus, Jonah…” said Cindy with a cry. “That’s fucking perfect…”


Jonah’s reply was to take his cock in hand and hold it steady while the last few drops of come flicked into Pete’s eyes making him cry out with alarm. Cindy’s hand dropped the phone to the floor and slapped Pete’s face with a sharp clout.


“Swallow it all, bitch!”


Her fingers moved to push the sticky fluid into the open mouth as Jonah retreated and said, “That was so good, babe… but, I’ll need ten minutes to recover if I am going to fuck your maid again…”


“I’m so fucking horny,” gasped Cindy.


“You’re always fucking horny,” chuckled Stephanie. “Next time I think that you can cane the bitch while he is fucked, because he’s made no attempt at all to thank Jonah for the fuck!”


“Now that’s why I love you so much,” breathed Cindy. “You always know exactly what can turn me on.”


“He’ll learn what it is to be made a maid for us,” laughed Stephanie as she kissed Cindy’s pouting lips. “Now then, I suggest that we get another drink and then bring the bottle up here and relax a little. It’s going to be a long night for my cock-sucking slut.”


The kiss with Cindy lingered and then she took Jonah’s hand to lead him from the bedroom. As the door closed, Pete heard the words that he had dreaded issue from his wife’s lips and knew that the nightmare would be endless.


“After all, we’ve got the whole weekend to enjoy breaking my sissy husband!”


The End


*****

©Miss Irene Clearmont-  Dec 2016

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