When I got home on Friday I quickly headed out to get the weekly shop. I usually do this on Saturday morning but Madam was quite specific that I should get things sorted for the weekend as she planned to keep me busy.
At the time I wasn’t sure what the plan was but my guess was that it would mean lots of service to Madam and Master.
Once Madam was home I was told to go and change in Basque, stockings and heels. There would be no need for knickers or for the maids uniform. Once changed I presented my self to Madam and was told to kneel while she had a chat with me .
Madam told me that she planned to ensure that I was frustrated and humiliated as much as possible for the weekend and that I would be providing a lot of personal service to her and to Master. She didn’t want to hear any complaints from me for the weekend and that I should make every effort to make her proud of me. She then gave me a very passionate kiss, told me that she loved me and that I should carry on with my tasks.
So what was the humiliations – I spent a large part of the weekend with Master’s cock in my mouth, either giving a blow job, fluffing or cleaning it after he had sex with Madam. I was also required to orally serve Madam after Master had fucked her – both her pussy or ass. I consumed quite a lot of Master’s semen this weekend.
Often when Madam and Master have sex I will be dismissed to my room or sent to the corner. This weekend I was required to fluff Master every time (generally he didn’t need to be fluffed) and also to beg Master to fuck my wife due to my chastity.
There was quite a bit of verbal humiliation as well – how Master is bigger that I am (true) how he can last longer (sort of), how he recovers faster (very true!) etc etc etc. Now I should be ashamed to hear these things from my wife and her lover, and I am of sorts but that in its self is a turn on. It causes the pressure to build in my cage.
Should I be leaking cum while being verbally taunted with a cock in my mouth? What is turning me on? Is it the submission? the homosexual act – is it homosexual or being an emasculated beta male subservient to an Alpha Male? Is it the words? Or is it the fact that this all turns my Madam on so very much? Or all of those things?
So my principle diet over the whole weekend was Semen! Predominantly Master’s but a small amount of mine as I had to lick up my leakage at times.
Master left at 10 pm on Sunday and the house when back to normal routine – Madam gave me her instructions for the Morning and I was dismissed to the maid’s room. Monday was a pretty normal day, nothing too drastic.
Tuesday was a different matter. Having woken Madam and helped her get ready for work I was sent to the study to get my disciple review chair and it was placed in the centre of the living room.
Madam then placed a soft stretch fabric hood with a sewn in blindfold on the chair along with a ball gag. I was told in no uncertain terms to not move the chair until she told me to. I was also told that I was to ensure that I was to spend the whole day in my maids uniform with my basque, heels and the see through ruffled panties that Madam had bought for me. I was to keep my phone with me at all times. I acknowledged the instructions and Madam left for work.
The morning was domestic duties in the house washing and cleaning mainly and then after lunch I went to the office to do some work on a proposal that Mick had been asked to review.
At 2.45pm a text message arrived, from Madam –“sissy, go to the kitchen and remove your uniform and hang it up. Text me when that is done, then go to the chair in the living room, place your phone on the seat, stand at the back of the chair, put on the hood and ball gag and then bend over the back of the chair and place your hands on the front of the seat. You are to stay in this position until you get another message from me!”
I hurried back to the house and removed the apron, underskirt and the dress and hung it all in the utility room next to the kitchen and sent the text. The reply was almost instant – “you have 5 minutes to be in position and remember stay there until my next message”
So in heels, stockings, basque and panties I went to the living room, placed my phone on the seat and picked up the hood and gag. I fitted the hood and adjusted the padded blindfold part so that it fitted properly over my eyes and then fitted the ball gag. I then leaned over the chair, grasped the front edge of the seat and waited.
I had no idea of how long I was in that position for but it was getting uncomfortable on my calves. I heard the gate open and a car drive in and stop outside the front of the house. At this point my hearing has become super sensitive and I can hear the key open the front door. There is the sound of a coat being taken off in the hall and hung up – Madam does that when she arrives and then the sound of keys being placed on the unit just inside the living room door – again something that Madam does on arrival.
Madam has come home to inspect (or punish) her sissy husband. She is behind me, nothing has been said yet. Her foot taps at my heels to indicate that I should widen my legs. As I do this my panties are suddenly pulled down! I react and try to come up but a strong hand is on my back and pushes me back to position – this is not Madam! This is Master!
There is still nothing said but I can hear what I assume to be his trousers (probably jogging bottoms as there is no zip sound) being pulled down. There is some movement and I next feel some cool liquid being placed on my arse hole. There is no working it in.
The next that I feel is Master’s cock at my arse and then the steady pressure as it is pushed/ forced into me.
I give a gagged yell, I haven’t been allowed to use any plugs or toys on my arse for weeks now so I am tight back there and this is not really comfortable. The saving grace is that Master had lubricated his cock with a lot of KY. This was not a short entry and then back and in again, this was going all the way in before it was going back. Master now had both hands on my back to make sure that I didn’t try and get up.
Once he was fully in me, I was breathing heavy and I think with some tears he started to fuck me. Again there was no words, nothing said. I was just used.
I have no idea how long it took, but he fucked me to completion and I felt him come in me. He held me tight until he had finished and then withdrew.
Still nothing said.
I slightly slumped as I relaxed and then heard something behind me, it sounded like the top of the KY tube, am I going to be fucked again? Master was certainly capable of it.
No, the thing that I felt at my arse was a plug and master pushed it home, sealing his cum in my bottom.
The next that I was aware of was Master was undoing the strap of the ball gag, he held the front of the ball to prevent it falling from my mouth, as he withdrew it from my lips he immediately replaced it with his cock. I am really glad that I start the day with a good enema/ douching and that I am clean back there
It was clear that this was not just a case of cleaning Master’s cock but it was all about giving a full blow job. I had Master’s hands on the back of my hooded head, some times he would thrust into my mouth and then at others he would direct for me to such and bob my head up and down on his cock. Again nothing other than heavy breathing and grunts were uttered.
I really have no idea how long it took but he came again and I swallowed what I could. As he withdrew from my mouth the ball gag was replaced almost straight away.
With all of the efforts my hands had moved from my holding on the front of the chair. Master took my hands and positioned then back on the front edge of the chair. He moved behind me and pulled my panties back up and adjusted them back into position.
As a final surprise I then received 12 hard hand spanks from him – 6 on each arse cheek. This was a real surprise and I found myself sucking in air and getting another taste of Master’s cum that was still in my gagged mouth.
I just managed to hear him pull up his trousers and then gather up his keys. The door opens and then closed onto the latch and I listened to his car leave.
I stayed there, disorientated and fucked with plugged and gagged holes for god knows how long. My phone chirped with a message and I eased myself out of my bent position, undid the gag and removed the hood.
I looked at the message “Put your gag back in, don’t touch the plug and get on with your duties I’ll be home at 5.30pm, have some wine ready, I’ll ask you how your afternoon was then.”
I put the gag back in and buckled it up and then checked the time on the phone, it was 4.25pm. where does the time go when someone is having fun ( at the expense of your frustration!)
It was an interesting chat when Madam came home, she wanted to know all about my feelings and the use of the other senses. She wanted to know how I could be sure that it was Master – I think I have sucked his cock enough times now to know! (is that a good thing to boast about?)
Well it made for an interesting afternoon. Master is coming over again this evening, hopefully he will be more talkative this time.