It was when pipsqueak arrived home from work one day to find his wife naked and tied face down on her bed that he realised that his wife’s sexual adventures with her lover might have begun to include an element of bondage. She had a ball gag in her mouth and fresh cum was steadily leaking from between her tight smooth buttocks. When he rushed to untie her, she started trying to yell something through her gag. Eventually he realised from her nods that he was to read a note that had been left for him on his wife’s dressing table.
‘Hello pipsqueak,’ it read, ‘Before you untie your wife make sure you lick her ass nice and clean. Her pussy too – I used that before I tied her down. See if you can make her cum in the process. Then look after her until I decide to use her again.’
The next time it happened Linda was tied bent forward over the dining table and this time her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs showed angry pink stripes from a recent whipping.
‘Your little slut of a wife needed to be reminded of her place today pipsqueak,’ the note said this time. ‘I was happy to oblige. She loved it by the way. Ask her which she enjoys the most, her dominating you or me dominating her.’
Pipsqueak did ask her, as soon as he’d done his clean up duties and brought his bound and beaten wife to yet another orgasm, one of a great many she’d had that day as she later informed him.
‘I like both if you must know,’ Linda answered her husband’s concerned enquiry. ‘Why should I restrict myself to one or the other. I’m free to explore my sexuality as I please, so that’s what I’m doing.’
‘But why?’ pipsqueak asked as he gently applied a soothing cream to his wife’s welts after her bath.
‘Pardon?’ Linda demanded as she took the glass of wine from the tray her now properly uniformed sissy maid offered her.
‘Sorry, Mistress? Why do you let him do that, tying you down and beating you?’
‘For a start sweetheart, I don’t ‘let’ him do anything. I know it’s hard for a sissy like you to grasp but men like Sam don’t wait to be asked. If they want something from their woman, they take it. That’s what makes that kind of man incredibly attractive. Secondly, I enjoy it. I love being a cruel heartless Mistress for you but sometimes I just want to be dominated myself. It excites me to be bound and made helpless, beaten for my lover’s amusement then royally fucked. You have no idea how liberating it is!’
‘But you’ve never been interested in anything like that. At least you never said anything to me. If you had then I could have done it for you. We could have switched depending on our moods.’
‘No baby, we couldn’t. I could never have accepted you doing the things to me that Sam does, never. You’ve always been gentle and respectful to me and I love you for that. But I could never accept you as my superior, especially not now. You’re just going to have to accept that my relationship with my lover is going to include some BDSM sometimes.’
‘But he could really hurt you. I’m not here to protect you!’
‘Don’t worry about it sweety. Think of it as a perfect opportunity for you to provide a contrast, to look after me, to serve me and help me recover so that I can be ready the next time he wants me. Whether that be to wine and dine me and show me off to his friends or to tie down, make me helpless, take his belt to my ass and use me for his own selfish satisfaction. It really makes me cum you know, I mean really hard when he takes me like that. I love it when he makes tender love to me, but I also love it when he just uses me with no regard for my wants, needs or feelings. There is something deeply primal in being taken like that!’
‘I would still feel better if I could be present,’ pipsqueak answered with a belated ‘Mistress.’
‘We’ll see, maybe one day. I’ll ask Sam about it. It might even add to his enjoyment, treating me like that right in front of you. It would definitely add to mine. You might need to be restrained though, tied to a chair or something, just in case you got any silly ideas about trying to protect me. I’m sure Sam would kick your ass anyway if you tried to interfere, but I wouldn’t want you to get hurt. Not like that anyway. I suppose once you’re retired and here working full time as my maid you will be seeing a lot more of Sam and I together, doing all kinds of things. Although you’ll probably be working on your ironing or locked in your little closet maid’s bedroom a lot of the time, won’t you?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ pipsqueak curtsied, surprised and a little ashamed that the idea of watching his wife be bound, beaten and fucked while he was tied to a chair to witness it turned him on so much.
‘Are you looking forward to retiring? You’re really very lucky to have done so well financially that you can give up working at forty-five years old. I’m very proud of you for what you’ve achieved for us both. Now it’s my turn to make sure we both enjoy your retirement. I bet everyone who knows you expects that you’ll be spending all your new-found spare time on the golf course. Little do they know we’ll be getting rid of those silly golf clubs along with all of your male clothes and you will be spending every waking moment in service to your gorgeous wife. No hobbies for you my little pipsqueak. No outside interests. No meeting up with friends. You won’t have time and sissy maids don’t do those things; it wouldn’t be appropriate would it?’
‘No Mistress,’ another slightly less enthusiastic curtsy as the realisation of what his retirement was actually going to look like began to sink in.
‘Your retirement should benefit both of us and it will. I will have the chance to live a life of leisure and pleasure and you will have the chance to live the life you’ve always dreamed of, as my sissy maid. You do still want to be my sissy maid, don’t you?’
‘Erm, yes. Yes, of course Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.’
‘You know, when you go full-time, we’ll have to introduce lots of additional rules. Like for example, I think, as well as only speaking when spoken to by a superior – which for your information is everyone – you should curtsy both before and after you speak and also when you enter or leave a room where either I or my lover are already present. And guess what else!’
‘I don’t know Mistress,’ pipsqueak curtsied, wondering if he should have curtsied before speaking too. It wouldn’t hurt to impress his wife with his attitude, not with it being so long since his last orgasm, ruined as usual under the sole of her shoe while she looked down at him from her lofty position standing on the platform of his Stomping Stage, laughing at his heartfelt entreaties to please, please, please, just this once, allow him to have a full orgasm.
‘Well, you know how you love my shoes and boots? I’m thinking about making it a rule that you have to curtsy to them too if you happen upon them. I might have come in the front door and kicked them off or I might have left several pairs lying on my bedroom floor as I was choosing a pair to wear for Sam. So, if you walk into the room to tidy up you have to give them a respectful curtsy. How would you like that?’
‘I’m not sure Mistress,’ pipsqueak dared.
‘Well, you’d better get sure pipsqueak because one of the main changes is going to be a severe tightening of your discipline. I intend to up the ante there big time. When you no longer have a job to go to and have nothing else to think about, except your duties, I will be expecting… no I will be demanding, extremely high standards. Much higher than you get away with now. And to achieve those standards will require a much more hard-line approach to your discipline. Punishments will be increased in both frequency and severity, much the opposite of your opportunities for release actually,’ Linda laughed.
‘You won’t need to punish me Mistress,’ pipsqueak promised, ‘I won’t misbehave. I’ll work really hard to please you, I promise!’
‘Oh, you are silly! What on earth makes you think I will be punishing you only when you misbehave, pipsqueak? I will be punishing you whenever I feel like it, whenever I’m in the mood, whenever it amuses me. Half the pleasure, for you as well as for me, of my power over you comes from the knowledge that I can and will abuse that power at will. I don’t need a valid reason or even an excuse, real or made up. I own you my little pipsqueak and if you are expecting fairness to play any kind of role in your life as my maid then I’m afraid you are going to be very disappointed. My house, my maid, my rules, end of!’
‘Yes Mistress,’ poor pipsqueak curtsied, totally in awe of the dominant deva his wife was becoming, knowing he would be lying awake tonight in his tiny closet room, pondering his future with a mixture of excitement and dread, longing and concern.
‘Please Mistress, may I speak?’
‘Not normally pipsqueak, no,’ Linda answered, inwardly pleased that he had felt it necessary to ask. Clearly, she was getting through to him. ‘But I’ll make an exception provided what you are about to say is extremely respectful.’
‘Yes Mistress. I just wanted to say how incredible you are, the way you’ve developed our relationship, the plans you have. It’s breath-taking, far more than I ever dreamed of. I love you so much! I worship you! I always will! Please may I kiss your feet Mistress?’
‘That was quite a speech wimp,’ Linda smiled. ‘No, you may not. Now fuck off out of my sight!’
