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Replaced Chapter seven

Unlocking day.

I had no idea what to expect. What I did know was that there had been plenty of time for Vince to think about how to make my precious little window of sissy penis freedom interesting. I had been unlocked many times for hygiene, but each of those times I had been closely supervised, locking myself back up and giving the key back to Vince immediately. But this was different. For the first time since he moved in, Vince had finally told me I earned a true release.

The kids were playing in the neighbors’ yard and wouldn’t be back for over an hour. I couldn’t stop trembling from excitement. Vince walked ominously behind me down the stairs and instructed me to open the door to my room.

There was Kate…completely naked, lying on my maid’s room bed on her back, with her legs spread. I thought I would lose my mind at the sight. She looked impossibly tantalizing, and impossibly delicious. I could already imagine how it would feel to bury my rock hard three inches into that sweet pussy. She smiled at me and winked, and my heart fluttered.

I started to make my move.

“Not so fast maid. You’ve earned a release, but not quite that easy of one.” Vince closed the door behind him and locked it. I really really really did not like him at all at that moment.

“You do get to cum, but only if you follow the rules. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

I was so entranced with the sight of my naked wife that I had failed to notice the crazy contraption laying on a towel on the floor. Either Vince or Kate had taken a large ice bag and drawn a feminine cartoon face at one end, with huge exaggerated eyelashes and big fat lips. At the other end a small slit had been cut, with little curly pubic hairs drawn above it.

“Maid, meet your new girlfriend” Vince said, his voice rolling with sadistic amusement. “Don’t worry, I know you can be intimidated by beautiful women, but Icy here is right at your level. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble seducing her.”

He chuckled, giving my ass a smack. “Don’t be shy sissy…go give her a kiss.”

I blushed, getting on all fours over the ice bag and lowering my head to kiss the ridiculous lips drawn on with red marker. Kate didn’t stifle her giggles. This was quality entertainment.

“Good sissy. See, isn’t she sweet?”

“Yes Sir” I said, my lips now cold and a little sticky.

Vince took a slightly more serious tone. “You have two options maid. The first is to put your little excuse of a penis into Kate. If you choose that option, you will have one extra month in chastity for every tiny thrust in her pussy.” He paused for a second. “I know these things are hard for your little sissy mind, but just to make sure you understand, can you tell me how long you will be in chastity if you push your penis into her six times?”

“Yes Sir, six months.”

“Very good.” He directed my attention to Icy, laying on the now damp towel as her contents slowly started to melt. “Your second option is to spend your unlocked time with your new girlfriend. You two can make passionate love for the next hour if you want, exploring each other’s bodies…” he stopped, turning sternly to me. “One hard rule with both options…your penis absolutely cannot touch anything other than your girlfriend’s pussy or your wife’s pussy. I’ll be watching. You try to rub against anything else and I will lock you back up immediately and spank your balls. Got it?”

I nodded weakly, whimpering as I started to understand my predicament. “Sir may I put my penis in both of them?”

He thought for a second. “No. Pick one.”

I whimpered again. It was a cruel choice. I tried to guess how many strokes it would take to cum in Kate’s pussy…could I do it in four…six…ten? It had been so long; surely it would take almost nothing for me to spurt my load. But what if I thrust three or four times and didn’t cum? I would have to go back into chastity with no relief, and then have to wait any extra bunch of months just for another chance.

Kate wasn’t helping. She pursed her lips playfully at me, her fingers tantalizingly dancing around her pussy lips.

“Come get it big boy.” She said seductively. “You know you want it.” I regretted those years of telling her I craved for her to be a heartless mean bitch to me. She was now just giving me what I had asked for, and enjoying it as well apparently. I dreamt of being on top of her, thrusting over and over, pumping my little load as deep as I could.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t risk the horrible predicament of being six strokes in and unable to cum. I looked down at Icy, noticing Vince had drawn cartoonish little breasts on her. I gulped, taking one last look at my beautiful naked wife before taking my position on the floor, hovering over my new girlfriend.

Kate laughed as I made the choice, and they both laughed hysterically as I started the awkward process of trying to penetrate the ice bag.

The “vagina” slit was small, but I had no problem getting the rock hard tip of my penis through the exterior of the bag. But once I was inside, my little rod was met with crunchy cold chunks of ice cubes clinging together in obstinate clusters. I probed and poked to try to find a soft enough spot to really be able to thrust, the harsh ice incredibly cold against my skin. I whimpered and groaned as they laughed, trying desperately to find anywhere in Icy’s pussy that I could feel anything other than the sting of cold hard blocks of ice.

Finally, thank God…a little seam between rocky ice clusters. I desperately thrust deep into the ice, my hips grinding against poor Icy. My wife and her lover erupted into a new shower of laughter as I started pumping, my ass bouncing up and down as I fucked the ice bag.

“Not much of a gentleman is he?!” Vince laughed, now sitting on the bed beside Kate. “Good thing Icy gives it up on the first date!”

Kate was laughing harder than she should have. I didn’t find it that particularly funny.

I felt my penis starting to soften from the extreme cold of being buried deep in the ice bag. I knew I needed to cum before it was too late.

I whimpered pathetically as I managed to spurt my little load into Icy, with my wife’s amused laughter ringing cruelly in my ears. It was an orgasm at least though. I did feel some semblance of relief, even through the intense shame and humiliation.

I immediately rolled off Icy and knelt at Vince’s feet.

“Thank you Sir for letting me cum.”

“Good maid.” He said with a chuckle. “Now, be a good sissy and clean up your girlfriend’s pussy.”

I nodded, getting down on all fours again, this time burying my face into my girlfriend’s pussy, licking up globs of sticky cum from between the blocks of ice.

“Aww…so sweet. What a good sissy.” My wife said as I swallowed my own cum.

Replaced chapter six

I thought back through snapshots of memories shared with my neighbor Rick. Over our five years of living next door to each other we had watched football every week during the season, grilled burgers on Saturdays, hiked around the lake…

My mind snapped back to the present, with Kate sitting at in our neighbors dining room next to Rick’s wife Abbie and still trying to explain to her the new role Vince had in our house since moving in, as well as my new role.

They knew and liked Vince already from not only his time living in our house, but also from his previous visits. Buy they had never suspected anything of the true nature of his position in our house as Kate’s lover, and now also the strong male figure to the whole family.

“Let me get this straight” Abbie said, her hand on top of Kate’s on the table, looking her straight in the eyes. “You basically have a new husband…”

Kate turned to point at me. I set the tray with brie and crackers on the table beside them and politely backed away. Vince had me in my light blue maid dress, with white stockings and shoes. It was my most feminine outfit. I was still in a state of protest that this was happening, but my blistered ass was testament to what happened when I protested.

“Abbie, I don’t think I ever had a husband.” Kate said, dismissing me to the kitchen with a small “shoo” gesture that had become like second nature to her.

“Hang on…” Abbie said to me. “Are you comfortable with all of this?”

I froze, uncomfortable that I was disobeying Kate’s command to get lost. I stammered uncomfortably as Rick, Abbie and Kate all stared at me, waiting. I wasn’t comfortable at all. Every day brought fresh humiliation, and hours of exhausting work. I couldn’t stand the way Vince treated me, especially in front of the kids. It was utterly devastating the way they saw me now. I was just a maid to Kate already. I couldn’t believe how quickly that had happened.

I couldn’t say all that.

“It was all maid’s idea.” Kate said matter of factly. She prompted me. “Isn’t that right?”

I lowered my head in abject shame. “It was my idea.”

Rick hadn’t said anything in a long time, just sitting and processing in silence. It had to be surreal seeing your buddy in a feminine outfit weakly serving as a housemaid, acknowledging that it was all the maid’s idea to be replaced by another man.

“Why would you do that, why would you want that? It sounds terrible.” Abbie asked, very directly.

“I…I don’t know Miss Abbie, I just…I…”

“He was born to be a servant…not a man.” Kate interjected again. I nodded my head weakly. There was another pause.

Rick finally spoke up. “I want to hear it in your own words. Tell us how you want us to treat you.”

I looked at Kate, who sat back in her chair, waiting for my response along with the neighbors. What did I want? I wanted to be a man…a real man, cocky and confident, with a big cock and…yeah…that was never going to be my reality. I had a weakness that ran deeper than even I could understand.

I tried to calm myself and collect my thoughts.

“Mister Rick and Miss Abbie…I am a maid now. It would be my honor to serve you in any way you wish.”

Rick crossed his arms, whistling softly. He turned to his wife, taking a bite of the brie.

“I mean, who am I to judge what they do? If that’s what he wants…I say we let him be a maid.”

Abbie was softening a little. Fuck she was so attractive. Her long dark hair rested around her bare shoulder as she turned back towards me.

“It’s weird.” She turned to Kate. “But you’ve been just glowing the past month, and now I know why. I’m just not sure about treating this poor boy so meanly, you know?”

“I know, I felt the same way Abbie” Kate said, taking her neighbor’s hand again. “But just wait. You’ll see how well it works. Here’s what I want…I want to go on a double date with you and Rick on Friday after work. You’ll get to know Vince even better, and maid will watch the kids and clean your house while we’re gone. What do you say?”

The neighbors turned to each other. Rick nodded. Abbie looked at me. “Okay, that does actually sound pretty good.”

“Slumber paaaarty!!!”

All four kids ran around in circles like crazed monsters as the neighbors and my wife and Vince pulled out of the driveway. The neighbors’ house was well suited to watching kids. I managed to corral them into the playroom and close the door. They would create a whirlwind of destruction, but I would leave that mess for last. I got to work, trying to think of which chores would provide the best evidence to impress Abbie. I decided to start a load of laundry after putting pizza in the oven to feed the kids in thirty minutes. I would fold it all neatly and try and find the correct drawers and closets to organize them in.

I paused, listening to the chaos happening in the kids room. Everyone seemed alive and happy, so I got to work on the laundry.

While waiting between loads for laundry to wash and dry, I scrubbed toilets and showers, mopped the floors, got the kids fed, washed the dishes, and got a good start on dusting the shelves and baseboards.

I convinced the kids finally to quiet down and lay in sleeping bags in the bedroom by offering a movie. Darcy, the neighbors’ oldest, sneered at me as I fiddled with the remote to get the movie started.

“Maddie says Vince makes you go to timeout in the corner when they watch movies.” She had just turned six, and always had a mean edge. These new revelations about me, as well as the fact I was wearing a dress, made that little abrasive nature far worse towards me.

“Well, miss Darcy…that is usually not what happens. There was just one time, when.…when…” I paused, the images of that night coming back in my mind…the embarrassment, the shame…the unbelievable sting as I was treated like a naughty child in front of my own kids.

My daughter Maddie piped up “It was like, such a long time…we watched the whole movie! And the maid just stood there and waited until Vince said she could move.”

I was never going to get used to my daughter calling me “maid” and “she”.

“Go stand in the corner maid!” Darcy proclaimed, with the zealous ridiculousness only a six year old can deliver. Her little evil side was enjoying itself a little too much.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not, why not?” The kids chimed together. It was turning into a game. This was insane. I wasn’t going to let the inmates run the prison.

“Mister Vince said I am supposed to do the laundry and…” oh god this sounded pathetic. I trailed off, realizing where this was leading.

“Call Vince. Call Vince!”

A new rallying cry was formed. I hushed them, or tried to. They wouldn’t stop, and I had no bargaining chips.

“Okay, okay, okay…” my relenting calmed them down. I was not going to call Vince though, not for something as trivial as this.

“Okay, I’ll stand in the corner. I’ll stand in the corner.” They were calming down a little.

“How long do I have to stand there?”

The kids looked at each other. They hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Whole movie! Just like when Vince put you in timeout!” My oldest daughter decided.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that…”

Maddie crossed her arms. “Fine…but I’m putting three X’s on your chart when we get home.”

I jumped to the corner. “No, no please. Here. No problem. I’m in the corner.”

I’ve never heard kids erupt in louder laughter. I blushed and weakly took my place.

“No more talking for you the rest of the night.” Maddie added victoriously, taking another cue from my previous punishments from Vince. There was nothing to say. I did a little bob curtsey thing in the corner without turning around, so she would know I had heard her.

Fortunately I heard snores less than an hour into the movie. I very cautiously turned, making sure every eye was closed. Relieved, I switched the TV over to a random Disney channel show and lowered the volume a little. If one of them woke up I could just tell them the movie had ended, but there was still the noise coming from the TV so hopefully no one would notice when the adults got back from their date.

I looked at the kitchen clock. Almost 10. They had been gone now for four hours! I was doing a scan of housework left to do when I heard the front door unlatch.

I wanted to hush them as they came in laughing and talking way too loudly, but I didn’t dare. I scurried to meet them, dusting off my dress and apron.

“Oh my gosh it looks amazing in here!” Abbie exclaimed sincerely. I was proud. Tired, but proud. The house really did look good.

She turned to Rick. “Maybe I need to get myself a Vince and turn you into a maid too!”

He playfully grabbed her and gave her thigh a little smack. “Afraid you’re out of luck there hon.”

I realized they must have been drinking at our house and walked down. Rick wasn’t usually that frisky in front of other people.

“Are the kids all asleep?” Kate asked. I nodded, a little proud of that fact as well.

“See Abbie, pretty good right? I get free babysitting, cleaning, all that boring stuff…and I get this guy for everything else.” Kate play punched at Vince’s chest. He smiled and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her small frame against himself. I groaned under my breath.

I could smell the scotch on Rick’s breath as he walked up to me, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

“Listen man, err…maid I guess. Just know I think it’s maybe a little weird and all, but gotta say you’ve sure made Kate happy. And listen I’m really sorry you’ve gotta, you know…I mean Vince told us about your little locked up situation. It’s gotta be tough.”

I blushed so red. “Umm…yes Sir…it can be…umm frustrating.”

“I can’t even imagine. Honestly, don’t really even understand how it’s possible!”

Vince was rubbing Kate’s shoulders as he spoke up. “Show them, maid.”

I cringed. “Yes Sir.”

I first reached under my dress to lower my panties, and then lifted my dress for them. I held it up high, spreading my legs slightly so they could examine how the ball entrapment worked if they were curious.

“Oh my god, you poor thing. That’s gotta be the fucking worst.” Rick sounded genuinely sorry for me.

But Abbie sounded genuinely sorry for Kate. “You had to fuck with that tiny thing all those years? Geez.” She whistled. “Could you even feel it? Looks like a tampon basically.”

It stung. Abbie was gorgeous. I had dreamt of ever getting to see her naked, or even in a swimsuit. Instead she was crouched in front of me, mocking my tiny locked manhood.

“It’s okay, Vince is helping me make up for it.” Kate said with a satisfied smile.

I was so humiliated, and ashamed now of how that humiliation was turning me on. My small penis started swelling in it’s cage.

“Oh Rick, look. It’s trying to get hard. Aww…that looks like it really hurts.” Abbie looked over at Vince. “What do you think…the maid has been so good tonight. Can we let it free?”

Vince shook his head. “Yeah, sorry…it has…hmm…I think about three more weeks?” He looked to Kate who had no idea and clearly didn’t care.

“Well, it’s a while. But…you might be able to still help it out. Maid often has something it needs before bedtime, even when it’s been good. I think you’ll be surprised to hear what it is.”

Abbie looked at me, waiting to hear what the surprise need was. I didn’t resist. It was the same feeling I felt so many nights, when pent up sexual energy had nowhere to go, and I needed a resolution to my night.

“Miss Abbie…please if you wouldn’t mind, could I be given a quick spanking before I go to my bed?”

It took a while for the laughter to die down. Abbie looked so genuinely amused and happy as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. She composed herself finally. “Okay…okay…you’re serious…”

I nodded, going to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon.

I handed it to her and bent over.

“Please Miss, if you could honor me with fifty hard smacks.”

She did her best, starting ridiculously light and harmless, and eventually causing minor discomfort. I thanked her, standing and taking the spoon back.

“Wait, wait…that was a good effort, Abbie..” Vince said with a tone that made it clear he was patronizing her. “But I know maid would appreciate a slightly more robust set of fifty.”

He pointed to Rick. “Give him the spoon, maid.”

I blushed and walked up to Rick. It felt so so awkward and bizarre. I gave him the spoon. He took it and smacked his own palm with it a couple times.

“You want a hard spanking?”

“Yes Sir.” I said softly.

And so my neighbor obliged me, bending me over and smacking the ass of his former equal over and over.

Chapter 5

“Why do you call daddy ‘Maid’ now, mommy?” four year old Mary asked Kate as they sat at the breakfast table. I turned back quickly to the stove to finish frying the eggs. It had been three weeks since Vince moved in, and even though I knew a conversation like this was inevitable, it didn’t make hearing it any less awkward.

Kate didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Well sweetie, you know how sometimes in your story books there’s a king who’s in charge of a palace?”

Mary nodded.

“Okay good, well, Mr. Vince is kind of like a king now, and this house is his palace!”

This was language a four year old could speak fluently.

“Ooh…” she paused, wheels turning. “Does that mean you’re a queen?”

“That’s right sweetie.”

“So is daddy a prince?” Her face scrunched up inquisitively.

“No, not exactly. He’s not as important as a prince.” Kate took a sip of tea and thought for a second. “Kings are really important, and they make the rules of the palace, but they need helpers to make sure the castle stays clean and there’s yummy food to eat! Sometimes we call those kinds of helpers maids.”

My daughter turned towards me.

“Can I call him Maid now too?”

Kate chuckled. “Sure, I guess so sweetie, it’s up to you.”

“I am going to call him maid now. He has to do what you say when you call him that.”

This brought cheerful laughs from my wife. “Smart girl! Well, he does have to listen to us…you’re absolutely right. But, we can’t make him do just anything. There are a lot of very important jobs for our maid. Like right now, see?”

I carried them their plates, utterly mortified. “Please Miss, if I may have a word…”

Kate looked at me, raising her eyebrows a little in surprise. It was becoming the norm now for me to quietly bustle about my work and only speak when spoken to.

“Umm…I'm…sorry Miss… I just wondered if you could maybe encourage her to continue thinking of me more as…as…”

My wife tilted her head. “What, exactly? You’re the one who started all this. You planted the idea of having Vince become boss here, and now you’re going to have to live with the consequences.”

There was an awkward silence, finally broken by my daughter.

“Mommy, is the maid being naughty?”

Kate turned to her, amused. “Yeah sweetie, a little bit I think.”

“Should we put him in timeout?”

“Well, we could…but we need our maid to finish taking care of breakfast for us. Tell you what, I have an idea. You know how you have a sticker chart that lets you earn prizes? Let’s make a chart for our maid! See, our maid has a very very special treat that it sometimes has to wait a really really long time to get. We’ll make a chart for our maid, and every time it’s really really good we’ll put a smiley face which will mean the maid gets it’s special prize one day sooner. But when it’s naughty we’ll put an X or maybe a couple X’s so it will have to wait longer for it’s treat. What do you think?”

The four year old clapped her hands. “Yay! Prize chart for maid!”

Kate had me go get a piece of paper and make a grid with two long rows. Each row had space for twelve smileys or Xs. This was humiliating, but at least my kid wouldn’t be unknowingly adding more than twelve days to my next unlocking opportunity.

Unfortunately Kate had the same realization.

“Tell you what Mary, how about we make the smiles mean one day, and the X’s will mean a week? That way the chart won’t fill up too fast.”

Mary may not have fully comprehended the concept but she happily agreed.

“Okay…very good. Now, let’s see.” Kate gave the pen to my daughter and slid the chart beside her on the table. “How many X’s should we give our maid for punishment this time?”

My child confidently took the pen and proudly scribbled three big X’s onto my new chart. I whimpered under my breath as Kate took the paper and handed it to me.

“Don’t you have something you would like to say to Mary?” She asked, a wicked smile across her face.

My heart sank even further. I turned to my daughter, holding the paper in front of my apron.

“Yes, umm…thank you Miss Mary for my…my punishment.”

God this hurt.

“There we go.” Kate said, turning back to her breakfast. “You’re welcome maid. Now go back to your work, and hang that chart up on the fridge where Mary can reach it.”

Chapter 4

It had been traumatic for me, but the previous night’s humiliation put me into a focused submissive attitude that kept me alert and on my toes all day Saturday. I didn’t once forget to refer to my wife or daughters as “Miss”, and I tried my hardest to anticipate Vince’s every need. I scurried around the house quietly, getting accustomed to the swish of maid dress against my legs.

When little feelings of resentment started to sprout up, seeing Vince relaxing with Kate on the porch while I worked my ass off, I went back to the memory of standing in complete shame and defeat in front of my family. The pain of that sting came back fresh, with the sound of my girls giggling in Vince’s arms as I obediently stood in the corner. That wasn’t going to happen again. This was my new role and I has to accept it. Fighting it would only make it worse.

When the end of the day rolled around, I beamed as proudly as my crushed soul would allow. The house was clean, the kids were happy, and my wife and her man were on their second bottle of wine and flirting like crazy.

One week had passed. One insane week.

I started the process of getting the kids to bed.

When I came back down the stairs, Kate was draped over Vince, sloppily kissing his face. She was gorgeous, even completely drunk. I lowered my head respectfully and quietly shuffled to the kitchen to stay out of their way.

The sounds were passionate, guttural. I was about to make my way down the stairs when I heard my name called. It was Kate!

I stood politely in front of them, not sure what to expect, but also curious what my wife would say. She could be so entertaining when she had too much to drink, and boy had she ever had way too much tonight. Her head wobbled playfully as she spoke, her blonde curls bouncing. Her shirt was unbuttoned but still hanging on, her naked breasts teasing from under the yellow and black fabric. I allowed myself a few seconds to gaze at that tantalizing cleavage, hoping Vince wouldn’t notice it or care.

Her words were slurred as she spoke to me, and occasionally interrupted by silly drunk giggles.

“You….you…you are so…so cute.” She took a sip of wine. “I mean, just look at you. In your little dress…and…your, your sweet little face when big mean Vince sent you to the…the corner. So cute.”

She motioned for me to come closer, leaning forward. I stepped awkwardly to stand directly in front of her. I didn’t know what to expect.

“Here…let’s check on…check on your little crayon. Little crayon hasn’t gotten any attention….let’s make sure it’s okay.”

She lifted the front of my dress, her balance a little shaky. I understood what she wanted and used both my hands to hold my dress up and expose my panties, which she immediately pulled down.

“There.…there….see Vince? That’s my, my sweet little crayon…all locked up and so safe and cozy. And look…there are still two little it bitty balls down there. I wasn’t sure when I watched you go stand in the corner. I’m glad your…your tiny balls can keep your widdle dicky company, cause I don’t miss it. Nope…nope…”

She reached into Vince’s pants and started slowly stroking his thick, very uncaged cock.

“I have this now…this….oh god I love this.” And her attention flipped to Vince, who was just grinning as she reached her neck up to start adoringly nibble at his face as her hand felt the length of his cock. I stood, holding my dress up to put my tiny locked penis on display as they made out. I thought it would only be for a minute, but I stood there for a long time as my wife passionately kissed her lover.

Eventually Vince took her cheek in his strong hand and held her in place, turning to me for a moment as she started sucking in his finger.

“Out of the way maid.”

I jumped backwards, assuming it was okay to let my dress fall back into place as Vince pulled Kate up to take her to the bedroom.

But instead of continuing down the hallway, he turned left to take the door to the basement.

“Come sissy.”

Kate was a mess, almost tripping over herself as she held onto Vince to descend the stairs with him. They went to my room. Kate’s ass wiggled as she pulled off her jeans. Are we fucking in here tonight? Vince just pushed her to the floor, where she happily kneeled and eagerly pulled down his pants and started worshipping his cock and balls with abandon. I had never experienced that kind of attention. My stomach sank as I realized I probably never would.

I remembered I hadn’t been given formal permission to watch, so I lowered my eyes, allowing just my peripheral vision to see my wife’s form kneeling at his feet as I listened to the sloppy sounds of her lips and tongue on his cock.

Vince must have noticed my proactive obedience.

“Good maid. You can watch your wife serve a real man for a couple minutes.”

It didn’t feel right standing. I lowered myself to the floor and knelt very quietly and held very still as I watched her. She rubbed herself as she sucked his dick until he told her to stop and focus on giving head. His fingers wrapped around the back of her head in loving but firm command. She moaned, reluctantly taking her hand away from her pussy. I knew I would never have been able to give her this kind of dominant confidence. She needed it. She craved it, and it showed as she looked adoringly up at him as she worshipped.

My tiny penis wanted so badly to have any attention- anything at all. But my penis can’t have nice things. I just knelt, feeling it stiffen in it’s cage, dribbling precum onto my thighs.

I watched as Vince lifted my wife and plopped her onto the bed. She spread her legs, waiting for him to take what was his.

Vince took a piece of mail laying on my desk and threw it on the floor in front of me.

“Sorry maid, show’s over. Hold that paper to the wall with your nose. Hands on your head. If the paper drops you don’t get to listen either.”

“Yes Sir”

No more attention was given to me as I awkwardly took my sissy position. I heard the bed creak as Vince mounted my wife. I took the liberty of kneeling on the relatively soft surface of a rug by the door, holding the envelope up with my hand and then pushing my face against it. It slid a tiny bit but I was able to quickly grab it and slide it back up. It was going to take focus to keep it from slipping.

The bed was bouncing now, and Kay was in heaven. I imagined what she must look like with her feet spread wide up in the air, her breasts bouncing back and forth as Vince pounded her. I listened to her have her first orgasm. Then I listened to her getting on all fours, with Vince smacking her ass and calling her his bitch. I listened to her second orgasm, and then her third. Finally I heard Vince’s deep sounds as he slowed and shot his load into her pussy. There was a quiet after the storm, punctuated by little kisses and whispered nothings. And then I heard Kate’s voice, sweet and exhausted and fulfilled.

“Maid…”

I perked up, making sure to hold my position with good posture as their eyes were probably back on me.

“Yes Miss.”

“I want my pussy licked.”

I gave Vince a moment to contradict her, but he didn’t. I lowered my hands stiffly and took the envelope from the wall. I had done exactly as I was told.

I kept my eyes lowered as I took my place between her legs.

“I can’t believe you just obey everything.” She said, her speech somehow a little less slurred now. “Such a little bitch.”

The alcohol was making her more direct than usual. I was given her authentic feelings about me as I licked Vince’s cum from her pussy.

“You don’t even try to stand up for yourself…what kind of little bitch just goes and stands in the corner in front of his own kids?” She grabbed my head to pull me in. “Lick deeper you slut. Taste that…taste that big bad amazing man’s cum.”

I extended my tongue as far as I could, sticky cum sliding from my tongue into my mouth. I grimaced and swallowed.

“Bitch, bitch…bitch….”

She just kept saying it. It was obnoxious but true. I whimpered yes Miss into her sloppy pussy.

And chapter 3…

I could hear the rhythmic complaints of wooden bed slats and metal springs from the room above me. The modified futon I was stretched out on was actually pretty comfortable with the addition of a memory foam topper. I pulled a blanket up tight and listened to the bouncing of the master bed, trying to make out the hushed moans and gasps from Kate. She always managed to keep herself quiet enough not to wake the kids, but when she had orgasms while making love with Vince it was often close. I didn’t have to wait long for another one. “Fuuuuck” was drawn out in breathless female ecstasy, and suddenly muffled; probably by her lover taking her mouth in his hand as she came hard. I’d seen him do it before. She loved the way he manhandled her - confident and dominant.

I understood why I wasn’t in the room with them, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating and defeating as I reached under the blanket to run my finger along the plastic of my cock cage and imagine what it would feel like to trade places with Vince for a few minutes. My ‘crayon penis’ as Kate called it did a pathetic helpless twitch and immediately gave up.

“You’ll need to earn the privilege of staying up past your bedtime to be in the room with us” Vince had told me before sending me to my room for the night. “Do you think you earned it today maid?” I had just shaken my head slightly and said “No Sir. Good night Sir and Miss” before retreating to my maid bedroom. I wished I wouldn’t have glanced at Kate as she reached her hand in his pants as I opened the door to the basement. It only made it worse having that image in my mind as I dejectedly walked down the stairs, my locked penis squirming and my ass still burning from the cane.

The next five days were spent developing the new normal. Sunday morning at church I was sure people would be into me somehow, even though I was dressed normally except for the satin panties Vince required me to wear under my jeans. The afternoon hike was actually really lovely. It was still a little surreal seeing Vince and Kate holding hands as the kids skipped ahead on the trail, but I also felt happy for them. Kate was so happy and sweet with me too - talking to me almost like a sister as Vince went ahead for a while to chase and play with the girls.

Monday was a sharp transition back to the grind: school, preschool, lunch bags, homework, housework…and then the hours spent in the office. I didn’t even feel dejected when I was sent to bed. I felt relieved.

Tuesday was a blur, but I was getting more efficient. It was my first real success as a maid; everyone was happy, the kids were in bed, and while I didn’t yet earn the chance to see my wife naked, I did at least manage to go the entire day without requiring any discipline whatsoever. I was proud as I curled up in bed.

By Thursday I knew I would eventually be able to find a healthy rhythm to our days, even if it looked far different from what my imagination had predicted.

But every new system has it’s wrinkles to work out as everyone settles into their new roles. On Friday I found a significant wrinkle, and Vince applied the iron.

“You can’t skip homework just because it’s Friday.” I was raising my voice a little more than I intended, but I needed to clean up from dinner and I didn’t have time for the complaints of my stubborn six year old.

“I’m sorry Ma…Miss Maddie, I know you’re excited for movie night, but let’s just get this over with and you can go have fun.” I put the last plate into the dishwasher and got started making popcorn.

“No! I’m going to do it later.” She crossed her arms defiantly. I turned towards her a little too angrily. “You will start this instant young lady. Don’t make me have to count!”

And as often happens when disagreeing with children the tension escalated far beyond what a dispute about homework merited.

“Maddie, you are grounded - go to timeout on the stairs this…”

I was interrupted by a loud clap as Vince stood up from the couch.

“Both of you, over here. Now.”

His sharp tone startled both of us. I shuffled awkwardly to the living room, taking my usual respectful position, standing with head slightly bowed, facing towards Vince.

Maddie ran and jumped onto the couch beside Kate and Mary.

Vince sat back down.

“Maid, you have some explaining to do.”

I had some explaining to do? I wasn’t the one skipping my work to watch a silly movie.

“Yes Sir” I said.

“When is Maddie’s homework due?”

I fidgeted, realizing too late how silly the dispute sounded now. “Umm…It is due Monday Sir.”

He sat back on the couch. It was so awkward being the only one standing, and it was really uncomfortable being treated like a silly child in front of my kids.

“So why does she have to do it this instant?”

“I just thought Sir that…well, it might be easiest if…you know…”

He stopped my floundering rationale. “You raised your voice to Maddie. That is unacceptable for a maid.”

God no, not like this. I broke my obedient position, raising my head and beginning to protest.

He didn’t give me a chance.

“Silence. You are not allowed to speak for the rest of the night.”

For some reason four year old Mary found that hilarious. “Daddy has to play the quiet game!”

It lightened the tone immediately, but I knew better than to say anything as they all laughed.

Vince tickled her before turning back to me.

“You also failed to correctly address her. That will not happen again.”

I swallowed and tried to fight back and keep some semblance of control of the sea of emotions whipping like waves. I fiddled with the frilled edges of my apron as my children giggled. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Vince took Mary onto his lap and picked up the remote.

“Maid, you will stand in the corner in timeout while we watch our movie.” He pointed to the corner adjacent to the TV.

I froze. This was impossible…a dress was one thing, but this…in front of the kids and…

“Now.”

I jumped. As I turned to walk to the corner, my last snapshot was of all three girls snuggled up to him.

“Nose in the corner, maid.”

I pushed my feet together awkwardly to allow my face to push into the corner. The movie started.

Timeouts are a funny thing, especially timeouts that include being humiliated in front of your family.

Minutes of idle boredom make way for wave after wave of fresh humiliation as you remember that your kids are behind you the entire time as you obediently stand in this ridiculous position. You imagine their little arms and torsos nestled up to his strong frame as you feel the hard cold wall against your nose.

I thought about fighting back. What the hell was wrong with me? But then he would win. He always won. And I would end up with an even worse humiliation. I resisted the urge to march away from my timeout.

After an hour or so my anger slowly turned into a defeated acceptance. I didn’t fight it any more. The weight of my new reality settled onto me. I pressed my nose with renewed obedience against the drywall. I was no longer an authority figure to my children, that was Vince now…but I could still be an important part of their lives, and at that moment my job was to fully accept my punishment.

The film finally ended. The girls bubbled on and on about it. Vince graciously played along, slipping in occasional subtly flirtatious comment to Kate.

“Please can we watch one quick show with you Vince? Please please!?” I could hear the kids bouncing on the couch as they begged.

“Okay, okay…one episode… you’re too adorable to say no.” He said good naturedly, and was met with immediate cheers.

“Just one quick thing.”

“Maid, you can leave the corner now.” He sounded so self-assured and condescending, even if it was said with a light-hearted tone. Life was pretty good right now for Vince.

I stood in front of him again, thanking him very quietly.

“Louder, maid.”

I whimpered. This was intolerable. I could accept my punishment, but this was so mean.

“If your attitude is still a problem you’re welcome to go right back to the corner.”

I did not want that. I quickly changed my tone.

“Yes Sir…umm…my timeout…thank you Sir for my time in the corner.”

“You’re welcome maid. Now go to your room for the night.”

The girls watched in fascination as mommy’s special friend sent daddy to bed early.

Your girlfriend had her bestie over to get ready for girls Night. They didn’t only took a picture together she also took your credit card and left.

Secretly you’ve been hoping that she’d send you a couple pictures or even a video from her late night encounters like last time.