The Willing Cuckold

After Sam left, pipsqueak got dressed to go to work. When Linda woke later, she was totally happy and completely satisfied, both from the sexual point of view and, more importantly, from the point of view of her total sadism and subjugation of her husband.

Sam sent Linda a message to thank her for the wonderful evening. As for her sissy husband, on returning from work he immediately dressed properly as her maid, not in the sissy humiliation outfit she had made him wear for her lover’s visit, but in a more suitable floor-length dress with high collar and full sleeves, ladies leather ankle boots with two-inch heels, petticoat, thick woollen tights and directoire knickers.

To keep his uniform clean she insisted he don a rubber pinafore apron which looped around his neck and tied in a bow behind his back. The apron was heavy and thick, squeaked as he moved and gave off a heady aroma of rubber which she knew would very much appeal to her sissy husband’s fetish for latex, driving him mad, adding to his frustrated lust as his now largely redundant little manhood struggled to grow inside its cold steel prison.

Once dressed and having applied his wig and makeup and carefully checked his appearance in the hallway mirror, pipsqueak literally threw himself at his wife’s feet swearing his eternal, unconditional and absolute love. Laughing, Linda told him how pathetic he was and how much she had enjoyed watching him grovel to her lover and having a real man in her bed. Then she informed the suitably cowed looking sissy maid of her duties for the evening; cleaning her Mistress’s bathroom from top to bottom and washing and ironing yet more of her clothes, all whilst staying alert for the sound of the little silver bell Linda had taken to ringing whenever she required his services; bringing drinks and snacks, passing the TV remote, adjusting the cushions on the couch where her Mistress was sitting or simply kissing her feet and swearing his love and obedience just for her amusement.

Linda knew that despite being thoroughly annoyed and frustrated by the unfair treatment, her little maid would work very hard to please her in the hope that he might be allowed to accompany his Mistress to her bed later. Not to sleep with her of course; such privileges were far beyond his reach now; but perhaps to be allowed to get under the duvet to kiss and lick his wife’s tiny feet until she fell asleep with a satisfied smile of superiority on her face. Linda had a surprise for the sissy maid though.

‘When you’ve finished your housework, I’d like you to write me a nice letter pipsqueak,’ she informed her husband with a smile. ‘I’ll leave it up to you what to write, but perhaps you might include details of how wonderful you think I am, how much you love and worship me, how you live only to serve my every wish, accommodate my every desire and see that my every need is met. Mostly though, I want you to write about how the recent developments in our relationship make you feel. What do you enjoy? What do you hate? What has humiliated you the most? What has made you so desperately sexually frustrated you feel you cannot stand it a moment longer. How did it feel to suck my boyfriend’s cock for me? I want to hear about all of those things because, my little pipsqueak maid, I’m keen to learn. We’ve come a long way but there is much further we can go. And we will, I can promise you that. However hard you think I’ve been on you, however cruel or teasing, I want you to understand that it can only get worse for you. The ratchet only goes one way. You face a future of ever-increasing drudgery, sexual frustration, humiliation, pain and discomfort. All whilst I look forward to a vastly improved sex life, erotic adventures, endless leisure and pleasure. Not to mention the joy of taking from you what little is left of your manhood and reducing you to an even lower state of existence than you currently occupy.’

‘I want you to tell me how happy you are that I find real men like Sam to provide me the pleasures you can’t because you are not a man but a sissy maid,’ Linda went on, revelling in pushing her husband’s submissive buttons. ‘Convince me how much you admire Sam and how grateful you are to him for putting you in your place and treating you like the pathetic wimp you are.  I want to hear how much you love and adore me for giving my lover such power over you and allowing him to use you like a cheap whore.’

The look of resigned dread on his face, the worshipful humility as he knelt to obey his wife’s instructions, the feelings of total power and the sweetly addictive pleasure of knowing she could and would abuse that power, that in fact, her poor sissy maid husband longed for her to abuse it, had Linda wet between her legs and she knew she would soon be making use of her vibrator.

‘Right, off you go then, and sweetheart…. when you write your letter, you might want to bear in mind, your releases in future will require, not just my permission but Sam’s too. So, I’d be very careful to impress him with your respect, admiration and humility whenever he is here, if I were you. Keeping in his good books is going to be very important for you, don’t you think? Anyway, that’s all going to be between you and him now, I won’t be interfering. Except maybe to suggest to him that the spikes in your chastity tube be fully extended during his visits in future, just as they are when I allow you the honour of worshipping my unfaithful pussy. It will make sure you are fully focussed on your role as our maid and not distracted by thoughts or feelings unbecoming a maid.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress. You know I always loved you as my wife but I love you even more as my Mistress. The more cruel and heartless you are, the more you tease and humiliate me, the more unfairly you treat me, the more I worship you, I’ll do anything to please you, to make you happy!’

‘Well, I should hope so, now off you go. I hate to see a maid standing idle.’

As he minced away, his rubber apron squeaking, Linda rang his little bell, forcing him to hurry back and curtsy again before awaiting her demands.

Scrutinising his expression for the slightest sign of annoyance, Linda smiled, the training of her husband really did seem to be working. ‘Fetch my vibrator pipsqueak, you’ve made me horny again, you naughty gurl. It really is remarkable that you have that effect on me so often now. You are definitely much more useful to me as my maid than you ever were as my husband. You were a bit of disappointment as a husband and a complete waste of space as a man, weren’t you dear?’

‘Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.’

‘Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure you will make it up to me as my maid, won’t you dear?’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Off you go then, chop, chop!’

When he returned with his wife’s vibrator and handed it to her with a respectful curtsy, Linda immediately and unselfconsciously lifted the front of her skirt, selected her favourite vibration speed and spread her legs to press the buzzing head between her stockinged thighs.

‘Do you remember what your life was like as a man?’ Linda asked her nervous maid as he stood wide-eyed and fidgeting, not knowing whether to leave or stay, embarrassed by his wife’s behaviour but unwilling to tear himself away from the sight of his Mistress enjoying a freedom that was now permanently lost to him. Seeing with his own eyes the undeniable proof that his wife preferred the attentions of a buzzing piece of plastic to anything he could provide was a truly humbling experience.

‘Yes Mistress,’ he groaned with frustrated anguish.

‘I don’t,’ she smiled coldly. ‘It’s of no interest to me. I suggest you get rid of those memories; you won’t be needing them’.

‘Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress,’ he curtsied.

‘We have wonderful lives now because we have both adopted more suitable roles. I was meant to live a life of pleasure while you were meant to suffer to provide that life for me. Don’t you agree?’

‘Yes Mistress,’ yet another curtsy, head down eyes staring at his wife’s now involuntarily thrusting hips as she approached yet another glorious orgasm. How many was that today? Probably more than he would have in a year the way things were going!

‘Then stop dawdling and get on with your work, you worthless little slut!’ Linda moaned as she came hard.