The Willing Cuckold

Linda’s return from her Jamaican holiday with her lover was a very emotional moment for pipsqueak. Lorraine collected her and Sam from the airport, dropped Sam off at his place and came home with her sister. Pipsqueak desperately wanted to hear all about her holiday and hoped Lorraine would be leaving soon. Most of all though, he needed to throw himself at his wife’s feet, tell her how much he had missed her and swear his love and devotion to her.

First though he had to run the gauntlet of his sister in law’s damning report. Then he had to perform the humiliating welcome home song and dance she had been making him practice for the last couple of days. Finally, Linda insisted he make a big show of thanking her sister for giving so generously of her time to take charge of his training while she was away with her boyfriend.

‘Thank you, Miss Lorraine, for being so kind to me and for trying so hard to help me to become a better maid for my Mistress. I’m really sorry I was such a badly behaved little slut most of the time. Please will you come back again soon to give me more of your wonderful training?’

‘Are you going to be a good gurl next time, if I do?’ asked Lorraine with a cruel knowing smile.

‘Yes Miss Lorraine,’ pipsqueak had to respond with a deep curtsy.

‘On your knees now pipsqueak,’ Linda ordered. ‘Show my sister how sincere you are. Her boots won’t kiss themselves, will they?’

When Lorraine finally left and pipsqueak got the chance, he could hardly speak he was so emotional. Linda laughed and led him upstairs to her bedroom where she allowed him to show rather than tell her how he felt. His jaw ached and his tongue was sore by the time Linda eventually drifted off to sleep. As a special treat she allowed her maid to remain at the bottom of her bed, kissing and licking her feet as she dosed off with a satisfied smile on her face. She had been worried that going away on holiday with her boyfriend might have been a leap too far in their relationship but pipsqueak’s humble and loving demeanour on her return had reassured her greatly and given her the assurance she needed to push on with her plans.

Once settled back in her home Linda went about taking their relationship to the next level. After reading online about the power-rush that another dominant wife gained from preparing her ornament maid for a few hours of objectified amenity, she had decided to objectify her own sissy maid husband. Having successfully removed his identity as a man, she wanted to go further and remove his identity as a human being. In essence Linda had decided that, with its sex organ deemed redundant and locked away in a tiny tube, her maid should be as genderless as a fruit bowl.

‘My refrigerator has no gender, neither does my vacuum cleaner, so why should my maid?’ was how she explained it to her husband.

Poor pipsqueak found himself subjected to much greater levels and frequency of bondage. Wrists and ankles varied from having limited freedom to allow housework to having no freedom at all when long periods of immobility were required. A wide posture collar and tighter corset took care of its posture and, with diaper in place with plastic pants over, there was no reason to allow it a break from work or tedium. If work was required of the maid Linda had a selection of uncomfortable gags with which to torment her victim and render it mute. For immobile tedium serving as a table, a lampstand or candelabra, a tray carrying drinks or sex toys, or merely an ornament, a full sensory deprivation hood ensured the object was rendered deaf and blind into the bargain.

To her delight, Linda soon found a way to make even hours of bound tedium worse still for her sissy husband by introducing a measure of anxiety. The postures pipsqueak was forced to adopt and often bound into were invariably uncomfortable after only a short period. Informing it that it would be remaining in that position for several hours or confusing it with misinformation about time elapsed as well as remaining had the power to reduce it to quiet tears of impotent despair that had Linda making very frequent and prolonged use of her vibrator.

Even worse though for poor pipsqueak was to be told that it’s Mistress would be amusing herself with various instruments of corporal punishment for the duration of its confinement. It was hard to say which was worse; the shock of the sudden red-hot sting of a cane, whip or leather strap to an exposed area of skin, or the interminable anxious wait for the next cruel application.

The most unbearable of all, and paradoxically for both Mistress and slave, the most sexually exciting, was the humiliation. Stripped of any human value, no skills, talents or abilities displayed, no communications to or from; useless apart from as an inanimate object, pipsqueak was used with no more consideration or respect than would be shown an old floor mop or a toilet brush.

For her part, when using the maid as an object, Linda went about her day or evening, profoundly relaxed and content. Occasionally she enjoyed a warm and arousing rush of power, but only when she happened to look in its direction for a moment. The helpless thing she owned. The object she had long tortured with humiliation and sexual frustration, and now subjected to tedium and anxiety. This thing had once been her husband and had begged her to cuckold him and make him her sissy maid.

Perhaps the most arousing thing for them both was that pipsqueak’s ever-growing suffering was so disproportionally dreadful for the occasional brief moments of pleasure Linda enjoyed, often while in the throes of passionate lovemaking with her boyfriend. It was this disproportionality that was the main source of arousal for them both and which would continue to drive their incredible relationship down this long and winding road.