‘Where are you pipsqueak?’ Linda called out from the hallway. It was around lunch time Sunday morning and she was just returning home from a night spent with her lover, Sam.
Her husband Chris, or pipsqueak as she had named him after her lover called him by the shameful name to humiliate him, was upstairs making sure his Mistress wife’s bedroom and ensuite were in perfect order for her return.
‘Here Mistress,’ he called as he rushed to greet his Mistress, having to take the stairs very carefully in the four-inch heels that were part of the maid’s uniform he now wore full time except when he was at work.
‘Hurry up sissy,’ Linda encouraged him as she pulled up her leather skirt and peeled down her panties. ‘I’ve been trying to keep this for you but there’s so much! I could feel it leaking out of me all the way home. On your knees now, quickly gurl!’
Being addressed as a girl by his beautiful sexy wife never failed to fan pipsqueak’s submissive fires and, as he hurried to obey, he was grateful she had not insisted, as she normally did, that the sharp spikes inside his chastity tube be fully extended before he was allowed to service her.
‘I don’t have time to mess about with your chastity cage, I need cleaning,’ Linda explained coldly as she grabbed the back of her maid’s head to pull his face into her sopping wet unfaithful pussy. ‘Consider it a special treat but don’t expect it to become the norm. Now lick me you little slut, lick!’
Despite the night and morning of energetic and rewarding sex that Linda had enjoyed, the sight of her submissive husband in his maid’s uniform, on his knees and eagerly trying to please her by licking another man’s cum from her pussy, was just too much; she needed to cum… again… now!
‘Get on the floor, on your back, move!’ she ordered. ‘Now lick me harder, get your stupid sissy tongue right up inside me! This is all you’re good for now! Just a rag to clean Sam’s cum out of my pussy! Lick me you worthless sissy excuse for a husband, lick! Aagggggggghhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccckkkk!’
Linda’s legs were still weak and shaky as she made her way upstairs. Having sent her maid ahead to run her bath, she smiled to herself. What a wonderful life she had now. What woman would not envy her. Never having to lift a finger in the house, waited on hand and foot by a totally devoted slave every minute he was not out at work and orgasms on demand. Not only from the devoted tongue of her sissy maid but, better still, from the huge and constantly erect penis of her handsome young lover!
Linda was lying luxuriating in the wonderfully hot water when a gentle knock at the door told her that her maid had returned with a refreshing cup of tea for her.
‘Come in,’ she answered. ‘Kneel at the side of the bath, I want to talk to you. Sam asked me to tell you he was very pleased to see I was not wearing my rings. His friends were very impressed when he showed them the white marks on my finger and explained what used to be there. They were even more impressed when I told them it was your idea for me to remove them. You don’t mind me saying that do you?’
‘No Mistress,’ pipsqueak replied. What else could he say?
‘You’ll be pleased to hear, or maybe you won’t because you’re a naughty little pervert, that I didn’t have sex with Sam’s friend. At least not this time. I told Sam I’d teased you about it. He said he might well enjoy giving me away in future but, for now, he wants me all to himself. He’s so romantic. Don’t you think?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ pipsqueak answered, wondering how saying he might well be giving his woman to his friends in the future could be thought of as romantic, but not about to question his wife’s logic.
‘Oh, and guess what! Sam wants to take me shopping next weekend. We’re going to pick out an engagement ring! He knows we can’t really get engaged; I’m already married. But it will still be very romantic as well as appropriate, don’t you think?’
‘Yes Mistress,’
‘So, I’ll need your credit card. You can’t expect Sam to pay for it. You’re supposed to be the provider after all. Which reminds me, you know that story you showed me once, about the couple who decided as part of their female led relationship for him to sign over all finances to her? She had his bank account, his savings, his wages, even his pension which left him penniless and entirely dependent on her. I was thinking we could do the same. Not right this minute, but soon. Maybe when you take your early retirement.’
Pipsqueak had mixed feelings if he was honest – the ones in his head and the ones in his futilely straining penis.
‘I’m sure neither of us could possibly have imagined when we decided to embark on our little adventure, that I would one day be wearing another man’s ring, could we sweety?’
‘No Mistress,’ pipsqueak mumbled, unable to meet his wife’s eyes.
‘You don’t look very happy pipsqueak,’ she teased him, ‘What’s wrong? Don’t you want your wife to be able to show her commitment to her lover?’
‘Yes Mistress, I just…’
‘You just what? You just can’t handle the jealousy, the humiliation, the fear of losing me? Well let me put your mind at rest sweetheart. I enjoy your impotent jealousy. I bask in your humiliation. And I will never leave you. Why would I? My life is perfect, I have everything I want. How many women can say that?’
‘I’m sorry Mistress, it’s just that… I mean… I love you so much! What we are doing is incredibly exciting but sometimes it just really hurts and I wonder… ’
‘Good, I’m glad to hear it. If it didn’t hurt what would be the point of us doing this? Now cheer up, Sam and I were talking and we had the most amazing idea. A way to help you feel more secure and closer to me whilst at the same time show your understanding and acceptance of my right to seek sexual fulfilment with a real man. You know we’ve been restricting your orgasms? As my sex life has expanded yours has shrunk a little, hasn’t it?’
‘A little?!’ pipsqueak nearly blurted out.
‘Which is very exciting and sexy for both of us.’ Linda continued apparently oblivious to her husband’s anxiety. ‘Well, I was pondering what the ultimate goal of that, the end product if you like, might be and I’ve decided that I want to continue to reduce your opportunities for relief. I can’t tell you how much I love it when I ruin your orgasm or make you ruin it yourself, so needless to say, that should be the norm from now on. Also though, I think we should continue to reduce the frequency of your opportunities for relief.’
‘Please Mistress…’
‘Don’t be so rude pipsqueak! How dare you interrupt me? You see, that’s why I’m suggesting what I am. You’ve come a long way and I’m very proud of you… up to a point. But there is clearly some way to go in terms of completely eradicating the last of your silly selfish male pride. If you are really serious about becoming my full-time maid when you take your early retirement next year then you need to stop thinking about what you want or what you need. If I am to be your Mistress then I will decide those things, not you and I will tolerate nothing less than absolute selfless obedience and devotion. Or have I misunderstood your desires from the outset?’
‘No Mistress, I’m sorry, I should not have interrupted you.’
‘No, you should not. We’ll discuss it further later today when you are across my knee and I have one of my nice heavy-soled Ugg slippers in my hand. Now, where was I before I was rudely interrupted by a servant?’
‘You were talking about reducing my orgasms Mistress.’
‘Oh yes, so I was. I want you to start working on coming to terms with the fact that the frequency of your orgasms will gradually decrease. How much and how quickly will depend on your behaviour and you have not made a very good start have you?’
‘No Mistress, sorry Mistress.’
‘You should know that my ultimate goal is to make you completely celibate. I find the idea of permanently denying you sexual relief of any kind extremely appealing, not to mention hugely arousing. As I’ve explained, it won’t be an overnight thing, but I’m sure it will add an extra spice to your increasingly rare and consequently increasingly precious releases, if you face each one in the knowledge, firstly that however desperate you were this time, after waiting longer still next time you will be even more desperate. And secondly that you will have moved a step closer to permanent abstinence.’
‘But Mistress, I love you! I don’t think I can face they idea of never making love to you again!’
‘What a silly gurl you are! That boat sailed some time ago. You will never make love to me or any other woman for the rest of your life. You need to accept that. It’s a natural consequence of our little adventure.’
‘But, never having another orgasm! How… I mean no man could accept that!’
‘We’re not talking about a man sweety, we’re talking about you! Even so, I’m well aware of how terrified you must be. That’s why this is so exciting! Now, getting back to my wedding rings and what Sam and I came up with last night. We think, when the time comes to lock your little embarrassment away for the last time, as additional security and also as a wonderfully apt and hugely erotic addition, we should arrange for you to have a couple of piercings so that my wedding rings can be used to fix your permanent chastity cage in place.’
‘Piercings? But I…’
‘I had a look online and I believe they are called a frenum and a Prince Albert. We’ll fix my wedding ring through the frenum one on the underside of your little penis, fixing it through the wall of the metal tube. My engagement ring will be fastened through the head of your little thing and fixed through the end of the tube. You’ll be peeing on it every time you go to the toilet. Sam loved that bit, he said it was totally appropriate because it would remind you of how you’ve pissed away your marriage.’
‘But… ‘
‘I know, I know, he can be so heartless and nasty to you sometimes but you’ll just have to get used to that, he’s not going to change and he’s not going anywhere. Now the piercings won’t be a problem; I’ve seen several pictures of men who have had it done. Of course, they are with metal rings that can be removed or locks that can be opened. Yours will be much more meaningful and personal as well as permanent. Now isn’t that something to look forward to?’
‘Please Mistress,’ pipsqueak sobbed, clearly in distress at not just the cruelty but the permanence of his wife’s plans.
‘Now, now pipsqueak, no crying. It won’t be for a while yet. You’ll have plenty of time to come to terms with it. Now fetch my towel, you can have the honour of drying my beautiful sexy body. Then I’m going to have a lie down while you kneel in the corner facing the wall with your hands on your head. You can think about what a wonderful wife you have but I don’t want to hear a sound. I need my beauty sleep. As you can imagine, I got precious little last night. When I awake, I’ll inspect the housework you did last night, then you can go across my knee while we discuss your earlier bad-mannered behaviour. There’ll be plenty of opportunity for you to shed some tears then.’
Oh, I almost forgot,’ Linda began as she sat on her dressing table stool with her sissy maid husband draped across her knee awaiting a spanking with her slipper for interrupting her earlier, before her nap. ‘I’ve ordered you a really special present, you’re going to love it! It’s called a Stomping Stage. It’s basically a wooden tray that fits over your groin as you lie flat on the floor. It has leather wrist cuffs on each vertical support sides and a hole through the flat top to allow your little cocklet to poke through. I was reading about them and apparently ladies in female led relationships like ours use them to give their husbands relief by standing on their naughty cocks and rubbing with the sole of their shoe until the inevitable happens. Doesn’t that sound amazing? It means that all your future orgasms, as well as dwindling in frequency, will be under my foot. How’s that for domination my little pipsqueak?’
‘I’m not sure Mistress,’ pipsqueak mumbled, dreading the thought. He’d already lost the prospect of ever being inside his gorgeous wife again, now she was suggesting never using her beautiful hands on him either. It was humiliating, degrading, frustrating and cruel. Which was, of course, why she was so excited about doing it.
‘Well, I am, I’m very sure. A few rubs of the sole of one of my shoes while I stand looking down at your desperate, pleading little face then you’ll be ready and I’ll be deciding whether to lift my foot and ruin your orgasm or stamp down harder and block it. I think it’s marvellous, I can’t wait to try it! Sadly though, because you are such a useless maid who can’t do a little bit of housework properly or avoid shouting her mouth off when her Mistress is talking, it’s going to be some time before I have the opportunity, isn’t it pipsqueak?’
‘Yes Mistress.’
‘Now, what did I say? A dozen for interrupting me and another dozen for not getting the ironing perfect on the folds of my pleated skirt. So, twenty-four to come. Are you ready pipsqueak?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ pipsqueak replied as he screwed his eyes shut and tensed for the first swat of his wife’s heavy Ugg slipper.
‘Ooops,’ Linda paused. ‘I forgot about the hairgrip I found on the floor. You didn’t remind me about that did you?’
‘No,’ pipsqueak thought. ‘Because it wasn’t on the fucking floor until you deliberately dropped it there!’ But all that came out was, ‘Sorry Mistress, I forgot.’
‘Right, well that’s another dozen for the hairgrip and twelve more for not reminding me. It looks like you are going to be going to bed in your little cupboard tonight with a very sore bottom. You’d better count them out loud dear, and don’t forget to thank me sincerely for each one, otherwise you’ll earn even more punishment and we’ll be here all night.’
‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ CRACK! ‘Aagghh! One Mistress, thank you Mistress!’
‘Good gurl,’ Linda smiled, warming to her task. She did so love spanking her maid.
