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Shopping expedition

dominant wife, submissive husband“So Darling, I’ve decided to take Mady shopping. I have a few things to pick up and I think it will do us all good to have a day out.”

I was, as I usually am when Hannah gives her instructions, standing in my corner, naked, my cock in its cage and my nose pressed in the gusset of Hannah’s gorgeous high waisted black lace panties.

“Mady has your outfit laid out and after your shower you can get dressed and give the car a quick wash.”

I did as I was told and, to my relief, my shopping outfit was not too embarrassing. I am used to wearing a high waisted panty-girdle – I actually rather like how it smooths everything out. Stockings under trousers are a bit warm but nothing to worry about. Again, I am used to having to wear a bra even though I know it shows a little under some clothes. Mady had put out a pretty lace, front closure bra in a small cup size with little breast forms. A nice pair of grey trousers with a side zip and front pleats along with a loose fitting cable knit sweater and a pair of low heeled black loafers. As ever, Hannah likes me to look androgynous in public. And, I saw, to add to the effect, a little black clutch bag which, I realized, I was going to be expected to carry. Oh well. I dressed and went downstairs to wash Hannah’s car.

Hannah likes to drive and drives very well. I have my licence but am not allowed to drive except when Hannah is tired or on errands for which I use my own old truck which is limited to 50 miles per hour. Hannah has a gorgeous older V8 BMW in a soft silver with a hint of lilac. I keep it very clean and well vacuumed. It was a gorgeous day and it was fun to take a break from the computer screens of work and actually do a bit of manual labour. I simply rinsed the body and then micro fibered the car dry. A little detailing on the wheels and Back to Black on the tires and the car sparkled.

Just in time. Hannah and Mady came out looking brilliant. Hannah had on a lovely, vintage look, ladies two piece suit in a grey Chanel tweed. Mady was wearing a black, full cut, pleated skirt with a vintage pale pink cashmere sweater set. Both ladies were in nude stocking and where Hannah wore a small heel, Mady wore an optimistic three inch patent leather pump. If I had to hazard a guess, Mady was corseted with her breasts supported but uncovered under her thin cashmere sweater, my darling Hannah was not likely wearing a corset as she finds they interfere with her driving. A puff of cool wind confirmed my suspicions as to Mady: her nipples popped up beautifully. I opened Hannah’s door and after she slipped in, went around to open Mady’s. I then opened my own door to the back seat. As she always does, Hannah handed me her bag and Mady did the same. When we were out, I carried Hannah’s bag as well as my own if any. Apparently I’d be carrying Mady’s as well.

Off we went for the half hour drive from our house to the outskirts of the city. Hannah has a few shops she likes to visit all of which are in a pretty little village-like suburb. Hannah and Mady chatted in the front of the car about a few things which Hannah needed and where they would have lunch. The ignored me until we reached our destination. Hannah parked and I pooped out holding their bags and my own to open first Hannah’s and then Mady’s door.

“Ma’am,” said Mady reverting to her more deferential form of address as we were in public, “I have to say that I’ll always have my husband carry my bag. It’s so perfect.”

“It is dear. And he has money and my cards in his bag so he’ll take care of our purchases and carry those as well. Plus, and you need to remember this, he carries anything we want to try on and will hand us what we want in the changing room. All the stores we go to today have seen us shopping so there is no problem. But first, I think an espresso. Elliot, I will have a double. Mady?”

“A double as well.”

I held Hannah’s chair as she settled herself on the patio and then went in and got the coffees. Hannah had not told me to get anything myself which meant I didn’t. I took the coffees out to the ladies table.

“Thank you dear.” said Hannah, “Now there is a bench just over there by that tree. You go and wait there.”

I did as I was told.

Twenty minutes later, perked up by their coffees, Hannah and Mady walked by. “Come on dear. The shops await.”

Our first stop was a rather nice ladies shop where Hannah has been shopping for years. I followed the two women around the store and they picked out a couple of outfits each. I put the straps of their bags over my arm and carried the outfits to the changing rooms. I handed Hannah the two skirts she had selected and she disappeared behind the curtain. On the other side, Mady was going to try on a very nicely fitted woolen dress. I handed it to her and she disappeared behind her curtain. The sales girl had gone off to fold sweaters when I heard Hannah.

“Elliot, come here please.”

I went behind the curtain and saw my sweet Hannah in her new skirt having stepped out of her girdle which was neatly folded on the bench.

“Come her and kneel darling. Yes right there. Now, let’s see if this skirt will acomodate you when I want my pleasure. Get to work.” said Hannah smiling.

I slipped her panties to one side and began to lick her sweet pussy. Long, deep, ice cream kisses. I knew what my lovely, wet wife enjoyed on those rare occasions she took her pleasure semi-publically. I could feel her wetness letting down and I had to be careful not to make too much noise as I licked and sucked and even bit a little. When I am licking Hannah I keep going until she tells me to stop. I have no idea how long I was under her new skirt but, at last, reluctantly, she said.

“Lovely darling. We’ll continue at home. But now I think you better see how Mady is getting along.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said licking her sweet juice from my lips and wondering what to do with the glistening on my chin. I stood up and stepped outside Hannah’s changing room. I leaned into the curtain of Mady’s cubicle and asked quietly, “How are you making out Miss?”

“Fine, I think. Will Madame need me in the next few minutes?”

“I don’t think so Miss. She seems to have everything well in hand. She’ll likely want help with her stockings. She’ll call.”

“Good, step in here elliot.”

“Yes Miss.” Again I stepped through the curtain to a small changing room. Mady was standing with her dress half way on, her lovely pink nipples hard as pebbles in the slightly cool air of the changing room.

“This dress was not designed to take into account a corset. But it is such a bother to unlace and relace. So I want you to help me get it on.”

“Yes Miss.” It was not all that difficult to work the dress up and over the corset but it would have been nearly impossible for Mady to do it on your own. At last it was done and I zipped Mady into the stretchy knit.

“See, I knew it would fit. Now, I heard Madame across the way testing her skirt for accommodation. Very sensible. I’ll see if this dress will be suitable. Down you go.”

Once again I found myself pushing aside a pair of, in this case, white lace panties and repeated my oral attentions to Miss Mady’s delicious pussy. As with Hannah which I lick Mady I keep going until told to stop. Mady’s flavours are still very new to me and the combination of my wife’s lingering taste and Mady’s new moisture was delightful. I could feel my cock erecting in its little cage. I was just sucking on Mady’s pretty little bud when I heard Hannah call her.

“Duty calls.” she said. “Now help me out of this dress and I attend to Madame. We’ll be taking this dress. It’s admirably suited to my requirements.”

“Yes Miss.” I took the dress out of her cubicle and waited until Mady was finished helping Hannah with her girdle and stockings. They came out of the cubicle and Hannah handed me one of the skirts. “I think this one is perfect. Mady, how did yours suit you.”

“Ideal madame. Fits snugly in the waist but the flair let elliot pleasure me.”

“Good to know dear. Since he has been servicing us both I have to say his already excellent oral skills have improved. A lot.”

“Well I was glad you called…I was much too close to the edge for comfort.”

They left the store enjoying their discussion and oblivious to the salesgirls’ obvious interest in what they were saying. She turned to me. “Will these be all sir?”

“Yes thank you.”

The salesgirl rang up the purchases and I reached in my bag for Hannah’s credit card which the salesgirl put through.

“Thank you Sir. And if I may say so, I think you are very lucky to be serving two such attractive women. I know your wife of course, but to have a maid to serve as well. Lucky you.”

“I am lucky.”

“You certainly are. If I ever get married I am going to have a good long chat with your wife about how to train a husband to be just like you.

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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Busy | Milked by the Maid

submissive husbandJust as the added graciousness of our pretty and talented maid Mady has enlivened our lives business went quietly crazy. As Hannah has written, while I work at home I am very much not a house husband. Rather I have a number of clients all of whom use my consulting services. Normally a couple will be active at any given instant but this last week I’ve had assignments from seven of them. Frantic does not begin to describe it. While we have been having our regular cocktail hour, much enhanced by Mady’s lovely service, other than corseting her, washing her lingerie and spending a little time in her “corner”, I really have had very little to do with our maid. Or, for that matter, Hannah.

Hannah had obviously noticed this and at cocktails last night she said,

“Darling, I am afraid you have been working much too hard. Which I know you must but it means that you are more than a little distracted.”

“I suppose I am.” I replied.

“So I think it is time for you to refocus a bit.” said Hannah reaching for her little crystal bell to summon the maid. “I think it would be very useful for you to have a little relief. I’ve told Mady just what to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mady came into the living room. She curtsied to Hannah and said, “If you will come with me Sir.”

I followed her and was led upstairs to the little room off Hannah’s dressing room which serves as my bedroom when Hannah decides she wishes to sleep alone.

“Now, Sir, if you would strip, including your girdle and then lie face down on your bed I’ll get you ready.” I did as I was told and was soon lying on my bed. All I had on was my cock cage.

“Very good Sir.” said our maid from the head of the bed. “Now I know you enjoy my panties and here they are all fresh and moist. Put them next to your nose on the bed. Now, lift up your hips so I can get a pillow down there. That’s right.”

Again I did as I was told and was engulfed in the sweet, womanly scent of our maid. The I heard the snap of a glove.

“So Sir, if you would just raise your bottom I will lubricate you.” She proceeded to put a dollop of lubrication on my bottom and, none too gently, pushed two fingers in to the knuckle. “Let’s get you nice and ready. Madam says that I may use a strap-on once I have passed my probation but, tonight, we’ll have to make do with your vibrator.”

With that she withdrew her fingers and push a quite large vibe up my backdoor. “I read that lovely prostate milking book you wrote. What fun. You don’t even have to be unlocked and you just sort of dribble once that little cock gets going. Now I am just going to tie your hands behind your back and then turn this on. You look so silly Sir. I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes….Enjoy!”

I don’t know if she curtsied on her way out of the room.

I lay there with the steady pulse of the vibrator in my bottom. I am not sure how long I was there but Mady came back in the room just as I was beginning to feel the surges which indicate that ejaculation is near.

“That little cock hasn’t made its mess yet. Well Madam told me that some times you need a little encouragement.” With that she sat on the edge of the bed and reached under to find my nipple. “What this needs is a good pinching.”

Which is exactly what she gave my nipple. The dam broke quickly and my sperm began to soak the tissue.

“There we are. Your poor cage is going to be awfully sticky with all that come. But, happily, not my problem. You keep going. Madam told me that she wanted you completely drained so we have a few more minutes. I have to say this is another thing I would be doing if I ever married. Here you are dribbling away and you are not even allowed to thrust. It’s perfect. In your book you said it felt wonderful but not sexual. Ideal for a man.”

She began thrusting the vibe in and out of my bottom.

“I can’t wait until I am allowed to use a strap-on on you. I gather Madam is not too keen on pegging. I have to say I adore it. It let’s men experience what woman are supposed to put up with. Just another few weeks. Oh, now the flow has stopped. We’re done then. You can dispose of your mess in the bathroom.”

With that she untied my hands and left me, bottom in the air, vibrator pushed all the way in.

I cleaned up and joined Hannah.

“So Darling, did Mady do well?”

“Oh yes Dear…Very well.”

“Excellent. Another chore I don’t have to worry about.”