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Back to School

tumblr_kppec9O8d21qz5x8qo1_500I could hear Hannah reaching her edge and then falling over as I stood in my corner, locked in my cock cage, my nose pressed against the gusset of a pair of her pretty panties. I heard her breathing return to normal, slowly, and, eventually I heard her say,

“You were very good this morning darling. I have to say that the practice you are getting on our little maid is making you all the better at your duties. Come here.”

I walked over to our bed from my corner holding Hannah’s panties.

“Now I know it has been some time since you have ejaculated and it will be a while longer. But don’t look so disappointed. You know I like you chaste and a month or two, especially if I have Mady milk you once in a while, is not unbearable. But, my dear man, I am afraid those summer beers have taken their toll. Time to get back to your exercise routine and, delightfully, now that the weather is cooler, a good firm girdle is going to be part of your daily wear. I’ll have Mady lay one out for you after your shower. Now off you go and make sure your shower is refreshing. You can have a little hot water this week but unless I see three pounds gone by next week, you’ll be enjoying a cold shower every morning. Now give me a kiss and have your shower.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Three pounds isn’t much and the threat of a cold shower every morning, while unpleasant, was not that serious. I washed carefully making sure to soap and then rinse my little cock cage. I was quite used to showering in my cage. It was not difficult but I had to make sure to dry the area very carefully to prevent any chaffing. I emerged to my dressing room where I found Mady.

She is not in uniform in the mornings simply because she has all manner of cleaning and housework to do. But she likes to wear a long linen skirt and one of many cotton shirts Hannah has been buying her. Her hair is usually up. She is often waiting for me when I finish my shower and takes advantage of my lack of clothing.

“So, a girdle for sir this morning. What fun. But I expect it will be even more fun with a few stripes. You know the position.”

There is a couch in my dressing room with overstuffed high arms. I went to it and bent over.

“Now sir, you know the rules. Stretch your arms out and make sure your chin is right on the seat. In yoga this is the Dog position, here it is the Naughty Dog. Ready?”

Since Hannah told Mady to begin to whip me regularly to establish her authority she has become very skillful with the cane. She does not bother with warm ups, she simply draws the cane back and whistles it towards my bottom. A bottom which usually bears bruises or welts from the last session. Unlike Hannah, Mady likes to cane me regularly and hard. “No point otherwise.” she says.

Four strokes in I was vocalizing and dancing a little at the end of the couch. Mady never tells me how many strokes she will give me. On Hannah’s instructions, Mady whips me until she is certain she has mad an impression. Apparently, today, eight hard strokes with a medium weight cane were sufficient.

“There,” she said on what proved to be the last stroke. “Now there is something for your pretty girdle to bite. Step into this sir. I’ll zip you up.

The girdle pushed my caged cock back between my legs and I could feel my welted bottom being squeezed by its firm back panels.

“Well sir, now your pants will certainly fit nicely. And you look so smooth. Not like a man at all. Just as Madam prefers. And, I must admit, I prefer you this way myself. All so neat. Now all that’s needed is a good exercise program and you’ll look gorgeous for Christmas.”

With that she left me to dress and make my way downstairs to my office.

Back to school indeed.

Hot and Busy…

dominant wife, submissive husband, cock cageYes, I have been a very naughty blogger as Hannah was pointing out to me just this morning.

“I know how the evening ended with Mady, but your readers don’t and I am not about to write it for you,” she said to me as I stood naked in my corner. “Now, I know that it has been hot, so hot that I have not had you in your little cock cage or in a girdle all month. But this is ridiculous.”

I don’t talk in my corner. And if I nod my head there is the danger of dropping Hannah’s panties so I don’t do that either.

“Well, elliot, it has cooled off and if I can manage to write the first part of a novel while it has been this hot, I can’t see why you can’t write up the last part of our evening with Mady. Or are you too humiliated still, nearly two months later. Either way, it will not do. It is cooler now, Mady is settled in, you are much less busy.”

“But I suspect that you have been having far too much fun and thinking far too much about your little cockette. Obviously, you need to be locked up to get anything done. Turn around.”

I did as I was told. Hannah had my cock cage waiting. She grabbed my little cock and balls and put the smallest ring around them. “The small ring will be a little tight and a little uncomfortable, all the time. And I’ve told Mady she should tease you much more than she has been when you’ve been out of your cage.” Hannah pulled my cock into the cage and, none too gently, crammed it in. “You can adjust that later.” she said reaching for the padlock which she snapped shut. “And, just to give you a little extra incentive, I am upping your Viagra starting today. I want that pathetic little cock straining against your little sissy cockette cage. Maybe then you’ll get cracking and start writing. Do I make myself clear?”

As Hannah said this last she squeezed my testicles, hard. I winced with pain.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Hannah kept the pressure on. “I’ve spoken with Mady and you are going to be disciplined there too. More corner time, fewer little touching pleasures. Or tasting pleasures you goat. You have a blog to update and the rest of your work and, don’t forget, I want our new book done this week without fail.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, now get dressed and get to work. Send Mady up with my tea.”

I was dismissed. Off to work. And here I am.

Taking the Maid

tumblr_nq31hoFYp41qfbon7o1_500“Well Darling, you certainly seemed to enjoy spanking our sweet little maid.” said Hannah as she sipped her coffee and watched Mady trying to regain her composure kneeling on the hassock in front of us. “I bet your little cock is very hard.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Good. Why don’t you take down your trousers and take off your panti-girdle. That will give Mady a few more minutes to recover.”

I did as I was told though getting the panti girdle down over my erection was no small trick. At last I was naked and very, very erect, and standing beside where Hannah was sitting.

“So, Mady, while elliot is not the head of our house, he is the man of the house and, as we agreed, he should certainly sample the forbidden fruit.”

“Oh yes Madam.”

“Would you like him to moisten you before we begin?”

“No, Madam. I can assure you my whipping has left me very, very wet.”

“Excellent. I thought it might. I should tell you that he is really best with his tongue.”

“Yes Madam, I am sure you have trained him very well.”

“So, are you ready.”

“Very, Madam.”

“Good. Now Elliot, as I have told you, you are to thrust when I tell you to begin and stop immediately when I tell you to stop. Begin with Mady’s mouth. And remember, you will be severely punished if you make any sort of a mess.”

It has been years since my cock has been anywhere near a girl’s mouth. Hannah has no interest in blow jobs of any sort. So it was delicious to stand in front of my pretty little maid and watch her, rather expertly I though, wrap her lips around my cock and, without a second’s hesitation take my whole, hard length into her mouth. As she did she cupped and then squeezed my testicles with a gentle but firm grip.

“Well that looks pretty Mady. Very nice.” said Hannah. “Now Elliot, let’s see that little cock get to work. Five good deep strokes and you’re done.”

I pushed into Mady’s mouth as far as I could and then withdrew until only the tip of my cock rested on her lips. And then in again. I felt the sting of the cane on my bottom.

“I don’t want you forgetting yourself my dear.” I heard Hannah say behind me. “You have more strokes to stay hard for.”

I thrust again and again the cane came down, not hard, but it stung. Mady seemed to be enjoying herself, looking up at me with her eyes wide open and a little saliva dribbling from the side of her full lips.

And then I heard Hannah say, “And five. Withdraw.”

I obeyed and stood with my cock glistening with Mady’s sweet saliva.

Mady, pull down your panties.” said Hannah.

“Yes Madam.” she reached behind and her panties pooled at her knees.

Hannah walked behind her and, with the tip of the cane, flipped Mady’s skirt up.

“Pussy first I think. Ten strokes.”

Doing what I was told was rarely such a pleasure. I knew from dressing her that Mady kept her pussy trimmed but always left a sweet quiff of fine hair to frame her cunt and catch its perfume. She had reached down her belly with one hand and was holding her glistening lips apart.

“Well get on with it.” said Hannah as I hesitated. It felt, I must admit, more than a little odd to even think about feeling another pussy on my cock. Especially with Hannah supervising.

“May I?” I asked.

I was greeted with a chorus of “Yes.” from Hannah and from Mady. I pushed in.

“All the way dear.” I heard Hannah say behind me and then I felt the sting of her cane again. “Hard as you can but don’t you dare come.”

Mady had shifted her hand and was thoroughly enjoying herself as I pushed into her to the rhythm of Hannah’s cane. It was marvelous and then…

“And ten…There you go my obedient boy. Do you want the last right now Mady?”

“Yes, please, quickly.” said Mady pushing out her bottom. “He’s just the right size.”

“Mady has lubricated her pretty rose dear so in you go. Gently at first. I will tell you when to thrust.” said Hannah.

I lined my slippery hard cock up with her puckered back door and began to slip in as gently as I could. I could feel the head of my cock pop through the tight little muscle of Mady’s sweet anus and I pushed a little more firmly. Mady moaned an pushed up to meet me. I could feel the heat of her well whipped bottom against my thighs.

“Now Darling, stroke hard. I think our little maid is very close to her edge.”

The cane came down harder than before and I buried myself to the hilt in Mady’s tight little hole. And then out so that my head was clasped by her ring and then in again when I felt Hannah’s cane urging me on. Three strokes and I felt the pulsing contractions of Mady’s orgasm. Hannah could hear her gentle cries and said, “one more and you are done.”

I was right on edge and slipping out of my tight little maid nearly tipped me over. But I didn’t disgrace myself and was rewarded by a lovely, deep kiss from my dear wife.

“What a good husband you are.” she said. “Now, go and clean up and then go to your corner in our room. Mady and I will join you in a little while. You can take Mady’s panties to keep you company.”

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Spanking the Maid

tumblr_m3xsha7KId1qfbon7o1_500We sat down in my study, Hannah in the comfortable black leather armchair before the fireplace, I on a matching sofa with a long, low hassock in front of it. Mady’s employment contract and Indenture were on my desk.

“Ready?” asked Hannah.

“Yes, very much so.” I replied. Hannah reached for her little bell and rang it. Mady appeared with coffee on a silver tray. She set the coffee on the side table and curtsied.

“So, Mady,” began Hannah, “Your probation ended today and we would like your to work for us and give your loyalty and obedience to our House.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“You have read the employment contract and the Indenture?”

“Yes Madam.”

“And you agree to our terms? And you are willing to sign and swear your Indenture?” asked Hannah gently.

“Yes Madam”

“Do you have any questions?” asked Hannah in a soft voice. Mady shook her head. “Well then, let’s get on with it. Elliot, show Mady where to sign.”

I walked Mady to my desk and went through the papers. She signed as expected and I countersigned the employment contract. The Indenture, however, was between the Head of the House and her servant and I took the signed document to Hannah.

“Now, Mady, your first oath will be taken on your knees to me.” said Hannah. “Then, tomorrow, we’ve arranged for you to make this same oath before God at our Church tomorrow afternoon.”

Mady knelt before Hannah and read the short promise which I held before her. I cannot quote the words as it is private but she undertook to be Hannah’s handmaiden and to obey all Hannah’s orders and to be loyal, obedient and chaste for the period of her Indenture. She asked for God’s help to make her obey her liege lady and to accept her position as Hannah’s bondswoman. I held our Bible and Mady swore her oath to Hannah and to God.

Yes, I know,all very feudal and not in the least enforceable in a Court of Law; but for Mady and for Hannah, and for me as witness, it was solemn and absolutely binding.

Then Hannah put her hand on our Bible and swore to guide, discipline and lead Mady in the fulfilment of her solemn pledge and that our House would shelter her, feed her, clothe her and nurse her when she was ill and to direct her spiritual and moral life in her best interests.

“Done. Now Mady I would like you to roll up your skirt and pull your panties to your stockings tops and lie across Elliot’s lap for your first spanking.”

“Yes Madam.” Mady stood and, still facing Hannah rolled up the skirt of her uniform to her waist. She was wearing sheer black satin tap panties which she left in place until she had positioned herself to come across my lap. Only then did Mady lower her panties and lie across my thighs.

It had been years since I spanked a girl. Not something which comes to a man in my position very often. I looked at Hannah.

“Go ahead dear. I’ve told Mady that you are rather good at warming a girl’s bottom and I should know.”

I began. Gingerly at first but soon I got into the delightful rhythm of a good hard spanking. I like to start by going side to side but once I have my pace I will focus on first one cheek than the other for four or five slap. Mady had lovely white, smooth skin which went a pretty pink before darkening to the scarlet I knew Hannah expected. She initially lay quite still but as my pace increased and her bottom reddened she began to wiggle and kick her legs a bit. Gusts of the scent I knew so well from my corner began to distract me as Mady grew more excited the harder I spanked her. I simply kept going. Hannah would decide when Mady had been spanked long enough. Just as my arm began to tire I heard Hannah.

“Perfect. Darling you have lost none of your vigor. But now Mady needs to get up on the hassock on her hands and knees.”

This was, I admit, a bit of a surprise. However, I released Mady and she did what she was told keeping her skirts well up and displaying her now bright red bottom to its full advantage.

“Mady, you said to me that you would like to make your submission to me in particular and I think that is an excellent idea. So we’ll begin with twelve strokes of my little rattan cane.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Perhaps, Elliot, you might hold Mady’s wrists to steady her.”

I did what I was told and very quickly Hannah set to work with her cane. I know that Hannah has caned me harder but, to be fair, she spared Mady very little of the cane’s biting force. After three strokes I could see tears forming in Mady’s pretty blue eyes and after six she was whimpering and her tears had begun to fall. At nine she was trying to pull away and the last two strokes, delivered at nearly full force pushed her over the edge and she began to bawl.

And then it was over.

“Mady, a good cry is a very good start for a handmaiden. Here’s a tissue. You can stay in your position until you have recovered sufficiently for us to move on to the next step in your submission. But you have done very well and I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you Madam.” Mady blubbed.

Hannah and I sat down to our coffee with the darling girl quaking in tears on our hassock a foot away from us, skirts over her hips, looking at Hannah, the Lady of the House, in wonder.

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5163bbdfa8c2ed931730c0192723387aWe had cocktails and a lovely, light bit of sole with just a little lemon and a few green beans. “I want you wide awake and just a little hungry for tonight’s activities. Here is a little more Viagra” said Hannah as Mady served the first course. “Take it now and you should be nice and hard for the ceremony.  Which will make it easier for Mady.”

Hannah looked lovely. She was wearing a very fitted cocktail dress. Her beautiful white shoulders were bare and the skirt of the dress flared out from its cinched waist in a froth of tulle. If I had to bet, Hannah was just as tightly corseted as Mady. She sat very straight which is usually an indication of serious foundations.

“Yes Darling.” was all I could say.  I had been hard pretty much since I had corseted and dressed Mady earlier in the afternoon.

“And, Mady.”

Mady dropped a deep curtsey, “Yes Ma’am.”

“You’ve read the documents you will sign and swear to.”

“Yes Ma’am. Very carefully.”

“Do you agree to my terms?”

“With all my heart, Madam. After this month I cannot imagine anything I would rather do than be your servant. And, Sir’s as well.”

“Excellent. We will ring for you in the study.”

“Very good Madam. I will be waiting.” Mady curtseying to the floor.

“So darling, I am going to have a maid and you, I am afraid, are going to have to serve two women at least part of the time.” said Hannah with a laugh. “Think you can handle it?”

I hesitated before answering. I had been thinking about just that. For years I had served and loved Hannah. The service arose from the love and seemed the most natural thing in the world. Mady was an entirely different story. If I served her it was because of the power of her femininity. The fact she was a beautiful, young, woman. And because Hannah had decided I would.

I know Hannah very well indeed and I think I know why she wanted to bring a pretty girl into our happy marriage: Hannah knows me very well and she knows that I need challenges. She knows that I have been lusting after Mady pretty much from the first time I dressed her. And she knows that, if anything, this increases my long for my beautiful, sexy, very smart wife.

“I think so Darling.” I replied honestly.

“Good. I like Mady a lot and I her service is brilliant. I have to say I was not entirely sure I wanted an intimate maid but this last month has been fun and delicious. And you have behaved yourself very well. Mady tells me you are very obedient with her. Which does not surprise me but I was glad to hear it. I’m afraid, for your sake, that she much prefers girls to boys but she has told me that you are the perfect gentleman dressing her. As you should be of course, but after this evening, you’ll be expected to be at her service should she wish to receive your oral attentions. I doubt she’ll ask for your key but you never know.”

“And I have your permission if she decides…”

“Of course Darling.  I think it would do you the world of good to try and pleasure a young girl. As you know, I like your cockiness, which is sometimes lost in a female led marriage. She’ll give you a merry chase but outside her space she will be the lovely, obedient, girl we both enjoy.” said Hannah finishing her sole and her wine.

“I wanted the month to see how Mady worked with us. I think she is a wonderful maid, she makes both our lives more graceful. You have been a very productive bunny. Not to mention very attentive indeed. Now I know you have been wearing your little cock cage all month but I am sure you have thought it worthwhile.”

“Very much so Dear.”

“Good. Well, let’s go to your study…” said Hannah.

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tumblr_np3oa3FJGc1qfbon7o1_500After dressing Mady I retired to my study where Hannah had told me to wait. It is a very pleasing room where I work and read. It is on the north east side of the house with windows overlooking our creek to the east set into thick walls which are lined with bookcases. It is a room where only the morning sun shines so as to preserve the books. Very simply furnished: just my large work table, my desk chair and two arm chairs and a sofa arranged before the angular stone fireplace. It is, I must admit, the only room in the house which is in the least bit masculine. I like the sense of a reading room in an old English Men’s Club and the Lady of the House was kind enough to let me have my way.

I heard Mady click past in her evening heels and then on up to dress Hannah. I must admit I felt a little apprehensive sitting, en femme with my panti girdle controlling my still raging erection; but  at least my cock was not in its cage. It was humilating to have to wear a cupped camisole under my blouse and little heeled espadrilles and ladies trousers. On the other hand, I knew that at some point in the evening I would enjoy spanking Mady across my lap and that thought alone kept my cock rigid.

I knew I had a while to wait and I busied myself arranging the copies of the contract and Covenant Mady would be signing later that evening. The contract was a very straight forward employment contract with nothing in it more sensational than a requirement to wear uniforms provided and an acknowledgment of the odd working hours required.

The other document was not legally enforceable in the modern world. It was a mutual covenant and created a set of very old fashioned obligations and obediences. It reflected a pre-modern, almost feudal, sensibility. In it Mady pledged her complete obedience, loyalty, and fidelity to our House and to the Lady of that House. She agreed to obey any order and to accept correction as given by or on behalf of the Lady of the House for a period of two years. She accepted her position as a Servant of the House with all of the duties and submissions that position required. For her part Hannah, as Lady of the House, accepted Mady’s pledge and promised to clothe, feed, instruct and discipline Mady as required. There was a promise of a reward at the end of the two years in an amount which basically doubled the amount to be paid under the employment contract.

The Covenant was between the two women. I was mentioned only in passing as the “spouse” of the Lady of the House and was to have “such relations with the Servant as the Lady of the House expressly approves” and then again in a paragraph where I promised to accept the discipline and correction of the Servant within her domain and acknowledge that, within that domain the Servant was to have all of the privileges and prerogatives of the Lady of the House, including all such services as the Lady might require”.

As Hannah said to me when she read the document she had drafted, “I want Mady to feel free to whip you regularly and, as she is a young girl, she may from time to time, want your attentions or she may even ask for your key. We’ve discussed it and I think it will do you the world of good to have another woman to attend to. But it is very important that you remember your position whether you are serving me or serving our maid. She tells me that you have been wonderfully obedient and have made her feel very much at home. This Covenant will simply extend her authority.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

So, as I waited, I could look forward to the sensual delight of spanking Mady’s pert little bottom when Hannah instructed me to; but I also had to accept that Mady would have the authority to whip me as and when she felt like it or felt I needed it. And from what I had seen during her month’s probation, Mady was more than willing to take charge.

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Dressing the Maid

tumblr_lwd6hum8r91qfc5tgo1_250Yes, it has been a little while since I have posted. Terribly busy with work and wanted to take enough time to describe the wonderful weekend when Mady formally entered service as the Lady of the House’s maid. Hannah wrote a little bit about Mady’s requests here but until I read that I had no idea. Instead, having spent my day en femme it was time to dress Mady in the formal outfit she and Hannah had come up with for formal occasions.

I climbed the stairs to her space and politely knocked. In the last month I had discovered that Mady was more than capable of being a thoroughly demanding young miss in her own space. I had spent a daily ten minutes with my nose pressed against her moist panties in a corner she had designated. But this was the first time I had been to her door uncaged. Worse, Hannah tripled my micro dose of Viagra and I realized that even with my panti girdle on my cock was very hard indeed at the prospect of dressing such a pretty young girl.

“Just a minute” I heard Mady call. I waited and, eventually, her door opened. She had just stepped out of her shower and was wearing a very sheer robe.

“You look lovely Miss.” I said quite truthfully.

“Thank you. I am going to need your help with my uniform in a few minutes. But first I need to do my hair and make up. Here are my panties and you can strip and go to your corner while I get ready.”

“Yes Miss.” I took her lovely full cut white cotton panties, undressed and stood in the corner. Mady’s scent is very different from Hannah’s. Each are intoxicating but Mady’s is somehow earthier, the difference between a rich red wine and a beautiful Chablis. As I stood I became very hard indeed. A fact Mady noticed in her mirror.

“You seem eager.” she said knowing I could not respond while I was in my corner. “I see what Madam means.”

I heard Mady come up behind me and then felt her hand on my rigid cock.

“Not tiny, but nothing to worry about.” there was a laugh in her voice, “So in a few hours I have to submit to this. Well, Madam does say you are an excellent spanker and, though I don’t have permission to do this until I have sworn my bond, I gather you have excellent oral skills. But there is no danger my gag reflex will be involved in tonight’s proceedings.”

Mady stroked my cock fairly hard and then dug her long nails into the throbbing purple head. “Time to dress me. Just put on your bra and girdle and you can get to work.”

it was not the easiest thing in the world to pull up my pantie girdle over my rock hard cock but I managed and then turned to see Mady sitting at her vanity. She had on her robe and a pair of very pretty black lace panties. Lying on the chaise beside her was a corset, stockings and a dress. Mady stood up and turned away from me.

“Now hand me the corset first. And no peeking.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with a lovely view of her pretty breasts in her vanity mirror. Mady was a gracefully built girl, her breasts were teardrops, high on her lithe torso and her nipples turned nicely upwards resting on a rounded fullness beneath. The corset was rather cunningly designed. It was a conventional long Victorian design which rested on her hips. But it was neither over nor properly under bust; rather it had quarter cups which supported and presented Mady’s breasts without covering the nipples. It was made of a very simple black satin undercasing covered in delicate black lace.

Mady had been wearing a corset for service for several weeks and, as I began to lace her in, I realized that she would easily meet the twenty one inch waist standard Hannah preferred.

“You’ll have to lace me tighter than that Sir. The dress has a nineteen and a half inch waist which mean I have to be nineteen. But not to worry. I have been wearing a training corset in the evenings and I have managed to lace myself down to eighteen and a half. Very Victorian.”

I pulled on the ribbons of her corset and she was quite right. She had sewn a mark for nineteen inches on the ribbons and I could see five more which would take her all the way down to seventeen and a half inches. But not tonight. I tied off the ribbons.

At the bottom of the corset were six thin garter straps with metal stockings tabs. I knelt behind Mady and she rested her hand on my shoulder as she slipped her foot into the first stocking. I rolled it up her leg. It was a long stocking ending well up her thigh. She fastened the front tab leaving me to do the side and rear and then we repeated the process with her other stocking.

“Now, Hold my dress.”

The dress was a well constructed, very plain, sheath with just a slit in the back to allow Mady to walk, carefully. I had to ease it over her hips and then she wriggled into the bodice. I fastened the hooks and eyes which closed the back.


Again, from behind I handed her her very well starched, lace trimmed, cocktail apron which was more a mark of her station than of any practical value. I tied the bow tight right at her corseted waist.

“Thank you. Now, I know that Madam is expecting you for cocktails shortly so you don’t need to rinse out my panties tonight. Off you go.”

I did as I was told.