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The Honeymoon

7/29/2013

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by Daniela Webb

A story of sissy maid humiliation (a sequel to The Wedding))

            “Kneel Scrub!”

            I knelt immediately, making sure to tuck my pinafore neatly under my knees, as I had been trained to do.

            “Put your hands on your head”

            I put my hands on my head.

            The orders came from Miss Elspeth Pritchard, a librarian friend of the Mistress, who had just left on honeymoon with her new husband, Mr. Marcus.  The lady I now called the Mistress was my former wife.  After discovering that I had been secretly dressing up as a sissy maid for all the fifteen years of our marriage, she turned me into her sissy maid servant, bound by vows of obedience, poverty and chastity.  Then she had taken up with another man, divorced me and re-married.  Yesterday at her wedding reception, I had been publicly outed, my task to serve all the wedding guests, bedecked in full maid’s uniform.  And today, the Mistress had just departed with her new husband in a taxi to the airport, while Mistress Elspeth (as I was now to call her) was left in charge.

            “Scrub, you will listen carefully to what I have to say.  Elie has been a very good friend of mine for many years.  For the next month, I am her representative, and let me assure you, I will take my responsibilities very seriously indeed.  While Elie and Marcus enjoy a wonderful honeymoon, and while I enjoy a month’s holiday, every moment of your day will be spent on housework.  You will work like you have never worked before.  You will prepare food, lay tables, clear away, wash up, scrub floors, scour surfaces, sweep, polish, dust, launder and iron.  Let me tell you, I am a housework fanatic, and I will expect nothing less than perfection.  I don’t just expect a toothbrush finish, I will expect you to clean with a toothbrush, so that nowhere is there a speck of dirt to be seen”.

            Already, my arms and my knees were beginning to ache from the posture I was obliged to hold, but Mistress Elspeth had only just begun.  From the Mistress’ training, I knew better than to slouch, so I kept my back straight, while Mistress Elspeth enumerated with relish the days of unending domestic drudgery that lay before me.  She warmed to her task.  She was loving every minute of this.

            “Scrub, I understand from Mistress Elie that you have taken vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience.  Over the next month, I will ensure you keep those vows to the letter.  Firstly, poverty.  Mistress Elie has left me a sum of money for, as she puts it so delightfully, the extremely irritating costs of feeding you.  Your first task will be to see how much money you can save from that sum to return to Mistress Elie.  You will achieve this by going on a crash diet.  Your only liquid refreshment will be tap water, which will of course be free.  You will be allowed one main course a day, an unflavoured vegetarian food-replacement powder, which mixes with water to a kind of porridge; you may eat this with boiled rice.  You will also be allowed one item of fruit per day.  This will result in substantial savings from your food allowance, while through living on a subsistence diet you will start to learn the full meaning of poverty”.

            “Next!  Chastity!  For a start Scrub, if you had any thoughts of your chastity device being unlocked, you can forget them immediately.  Certainly, there will be no repeat of this morning’s disgusting scene!”  (Before departing, the Mistress had allowed me to remove my chastity device and ejaculate, but only on the express condition that I masturbated in front of her friends, who looked on with horrified amusement).  “That will be more than sufficient for your monthly milking.  Isn’t milking the correct term Scrub?”

            “You see Scrub I have been taking the trouble to read up on all the relevant literature.  Three little gems are The Good Mistress’ Manual! The Subservient Male! And How To Train a Sissy Maid!  These books really are quite an eye-opener.  So I know all about your overwhelming need to dress as a sissy maid, to do housework and menial chores, and to be dominated by women.  So don’t expect any sympathy from me.  You deserve everything you will get!”

“Reading this literature has also told me a lot about myself.  There was even a questionnaire for ladies to fill in, called Just how dominant are you?  I filled it in and got a top score, but with just one reservation.  I am what they call a Frustrated Dominant.  That is to say, I am highly dominant, but with no-one to dominate.  No-one that is until now.  And that is all about to change.  You know Scrub, I am going to enjoy this so much!”

            “You see Scrub, before I became a librarian, I was a school teacher, and I taught physical education.  And it’s given me a wonderful idea for additional obedience training.  Did you like PE at school Scrub?”                            

            I didn’t know what to say.  The truth was I hated it, I was hopeless at it.

            “Well Scrub, I will take your silence as a No.  Even better!  It’s never too late for remedial gym lessons, and you will be getting one every day.  Of course, you can’t do PE in a maid’s uniform, so instead I have decided you will wear a girl’s traditional school uniform.  And here it is!”

            So Mistress Elspeth had decided to put me through some arduous physical training.  She had contacted the Mistress by email, who thought it a brilliant idea.  But they both agreed I could not be expected to do this dressed in full maid’s uniform.  So I was to be allowed a special exemption from maid’s uniform for physical training.  I was to wear a girl’s traditional school uniform instead.

            From a large hold-all bag, Mistress Elspeth removed several items of clothing.  White plimsolls shoes.  Long white stockings.  A long-sleeve light green and white striped blouse with white collar and cuffs.  A heavy dark green gabardine heavy wool gymslip knee length with box pleats.  A dark green girls school uniform blazer.  A dark green felt school hat.  A luminous bottle green tie.  And lurid bottle green knickers and liberty bodice!

            “This uniform must be immaculate at all times. First of all, you will iron the blouse and the pleated skirt.  You will make sure that all the pleats are knife-edge sharp”.

            I got the iron and the ironing board out and did as I was told.

            “Next you will clean the plimsolls with this white cleaner”.

            Again, I did as I was told.

            “Now, while you get changed into your school uniform, I will get changed into my PE teacher’s uniform”.

            Mistress Elspeth left to go upstairs, while I hastened to change into my new school uniform.  The liberty bodice was waistcoat-style from bodice to hips, front buttoned with dark green rubber buttons, fitted four elastic suspenders with metal hose clips, each with its own little lock.  The knickers were very old-fashioned, long Bloomer style, with the legs down to the mid-thigh, with strong elastic both at the waist and the leg bands.  Mistress Elspeth had explained that the stockings were to be attached to the bodice by the four suspender clips, and that each had to be locked.  There was to be absolutely no gap between the knicker leg and the stocking top, and this would be inspected regularly.  All the underwear garments were made from thick wool, and the stockings were reinforced for heavy duty, with a lumpy heel and toe.

            Then I put on the blouse and the pleated skirt, and tied my luminous bottle green tie tightly.  Finally, I put on my white plimsolls and my dark green blazer.  The whole uniform was obviously intended to be hot, tight, constricting, and extremely uncomfortable, and it was.  As I checked myself in the full-length mirror at the end of the room, I gasped at how ridiculous I looked.  Just then, Mistress Elspeth returned into the room.  She was dressed in a black track suit, with a black peak cap and matching boots.  I was surprised just how sexy she looked, and had an immediate erection.

            “Scrub!” she yelled at me.  “I can see an unauthorized bulge under you uniform.  “You will now pull down your stockings and your knickers, lift up the skirt of your pinafore dress, and kneel on the stool”.

            I did as ordered.  I could hear Mistress Elspeth swishing the riding crop.

            “Count out loud after each stroke!”

            After the blinding pain of the first stroke, my erection immediately collapsed.  “One!”

            There were five strokes to follow, then I was allowed to pull up my stockings and knickers.

            “We will now go to the gymnasium.  It’s only about 10 minutes walk from here”.

            I stuttered and spluttered.  She surely couldn’t mean I was to walk there in this school uniform!

            “Is that disobedience I hear Scrub?  “Pull down your stockings and your knickers, lift up the skirt of your pinafore dress, and kneel on the stool”.

            This time it was 12 strokes of the riding crop.  The pain was excruciating.

            “This isn’t a very good start, Scrub.  Remember I shall be making a report to Mistress Elie on her return.  And if it’s unsatisfactory, you will get the thrashing of your life from Mr. Marcus.  Now, we will go to the gymnasium”.

            This time I responded with alacrity.  I followed her down the stairs, and out the back door.  But instead of the walk to the gymnasium I had expected, Mistress Elspeth got on her scooter.

            “You will follow behind and run if necessary.  Make sure you keep up or else!”

            I had to run to keep up.  She turned left at the crossroads, then left at the next crossroads, and then left again.  Suddenly it dawned on me what she was doing.  She was making me run round the block where we lived in full girl’s school uniform.  Twice! Three times!  People were starting to gather, they were pointing and laughing at me quite openly.  I was blushing furiously.  First the wedding reception, now this further public humiliation.  I would never ever live this down.  Then I realised, that was the idea.

            After six times round the block, we eventually headed for the gymnasium.  I was panting, puffing and sweating, and my gym class had not even begun.  When we finally got there, Mistress Elspeth dismounted from her scooter, with the biggest smirk you could imagine. 

            “Well, I did enjoy that Scrub.  Now we can begin”.

            In the gymnasium, orders came thick and fast.  Toe touching.  Press ups.  Push ups.  Sit ups.  Squats.  Chin ups.  Running on the spot.  Running around the gym.  It was endless, and I was completely exhausted.   For one whole hour I was drilled relentlessly by Mistress Elspeth.  I daren’t disobey.  An unsatisfactory report to Mistress Elie would mean the most severe punishments.

            But that was only the start.  Every day from now on there was one hour’s PE.  Then straight back to the house to change into full maid’s uniform to get back to the housework.  Mistress Elspeth did not however change out of her black track suit and black boots.  There she was every day, an impossible object of desire, revelling in my hopeless frustration.  The slightest sign of an erection and I would be thrashed

            She sensed my desire, and revelled in it.  At the same time, she was really beginning to scare me.  I was completely in her power.  I had never seen her like this.  As a librarian, she had always been cool, calm and collected, professional but somewhat reserved.  But this was a revelation.  Her eyes were alight, almost blazing, her skin was flushed.  She sensed my erotic desire mixed with fear bordering on terror, I was sure she could see it in my eyes, she could almost smell it.  She came so close, her face was almost touching mine, staring straight into my eyes.  I dropped my gaze immediately, not daring to look back at her.

            “Yes Scrub, you have reason to be afraid.  If you leave this house to escape, Mistress Elie will never have you back.  You will be homeless and destitute, with nothing but your maid’s uniform to stand up in.   But just remember, while you are under my authority, it will only take one word from me, and Mr. Marcus will give you the thrashing of your life when he returns.  So you are completely in my power Scrub, and never forget it.  And believe me Scrub, I am enjoying every minute of that power.  And you will obey me in everything without question or hesitation.  Do you understand”?

            Mistress Elspeth had decided that Mistress Elie’s absence would be an excellent opportunity for what she called “deep cleaning”.  Deep cleaning is a top to bottom, thorough and complete cleaning of each room.  It means moving all the objects in the room and all the furniture to clean under it.  It means cleaning all the way from the top of the ceiling, down to the baseboards and the floor, scrubbed until every surface is free of dirt and dust and shines like new.  Only then could I put the objects back, and restore the furniture to its original position.

            Each day I was assigned a specific room to clean.  The kitchen took the longest to do.

Each cupboard had to be emptied of all utensils, dishes or saucepans, and thoroughly scrubbed.  Each pot and pan scoured, and polished to a shine.  The fridge emptied, and completely cleaned.  The oven cleaned.  The floor and skirting boards scrubbed.  The dishwasher cleaned, including all the trays and filters.  The floor tiles scrubbed, and the tile grout whitened.  The skirting boards cleaned.  All the kitchen appliances to be cleaned: coffee maker, microwave, stand mixers, toaster.

            Then there was the pantry.  First of all, all the tin cans of food had to be removed and placed on the kitchen table, so that I could scrub and polish all the shelves.  Then I had to make a complete list of each one.  Finally, I was instructed to wash and dry each tin can, before replacing it on the shelf.  I could not believe my ears! I was to clean the tin cans like doing the dishes!  But by now, I knew better than to make even a murmur of protest.  If Mistress Elspeth wanted the tin cans washed and dried up as if they were the dishes, then the tin cans would be washed and dried up.  But it took ages to do.

            The bathroom and toilets required special attention.  First of all, the bathroom had to be completely cleared: everything in the cabinet had to be removed, then soap, toothpaste, flannels, nail brush, bath oils, talc - everything.  Then I was set to work scrubbing the wall tiles and the floor tiles, until they glistened and gleamed, paying special attention to the grouting.  The bath, the basin and the toilet had to be spotless, the mirror of the bathroom cabinet gleaming.

            The hall and landing might have seemed more straightforward, but that was where the Mistress kept her books, and by now I guessed what was coming.  All the books removed, so that each shelf could be scrubbed and polished.  Then each book carefully dusted, before it was replaced on the shelf.  The wood panelling polished, even the skirting boards had to be scrubbed cleaned.  Finally, the carpets hoovered.

            The sitting room of course required special attention, and was a huge job.  All the pictures and photographs had to be removed for cleaning and dusting. The windowsills and corners had to be scrubbed.  The insides and outsides of the windows washed.  The couches and chairs dusted and cleaned.  All ornaments and decorative objects removed for cleaning and polishing.  The carpets to be cleaned.  Anything that could be polished must be polished.  Finally, Mistress Elspeth decided the curtains should be cleaned, but that should be done professionally. Not only did I have to take the curtains down, I had to take them in person to the laundry in full maid’s uniform, accompanied by Mistress Elspeth. 

            But before we set off for the laundry, Mistress Elspeth said I would have to wear a special pinafore.  After removing the one I was wearing, she laced me into a voluminous Alice in Wonderland white bib pinafore.  At Mistress Elie’s wedding, I had worn such a garment, emblazoned with the words “I deceive my wife for 15 years”.  On this one instead were emblazoned in large capital letters: “Please give me domestic chores to do”.  I blushed bright red, but I knew better now than to refuse any instruction from Mistress Elspeth.

            We set off for the laundry, with me carrying the curtains.  When we got there, I was told to put the curtains down on the counter, so the ladies in the laundry could now see my pinafore.  They fell about laughing.  “Actually”, one of them said to Mistress Elspeth, “we have plenty of domestic chores to do here”. 

            “Excellent!  I can leave Scrub here, while I get on with some shopping done.  But please make sure she works really hard!  And feel free to boss her around just as much as you like”.

            “Don’t worry about that!”  The ladies were still in stitches.  In fact Mistress Elspeth left me there for a couple of hours, while the laundry ladies had me scrubbing and waxing the floor, ironing clothes, serving them drinks, and washing up.

            But it wasn’t just the ladies in the laundry I had to work for.  Mistresses Elie and Elspeth had also ensured that there were plenty of other taskmistresses, indeed, there was a never-ending supply to nag, boss, scold, humiliate and punish me, to break me in totally to my new servile status.  Before going on Honeymoon, the Mistress had asked all her friends whether they would like a free maid to do some housework for them, and Mistress Elspeth had asked a few more.  All the ladies responded with alacrity, everyone wanted to be in on the act, they thought it was an absolute hoot, absolutely brilliant!

            But the evenings were the hardest time of all.  Mistress Elspeth did not want to be bothered with me in the evening.  “ I have already spoken to Mistress Elie’s friends and to the manageress of the restaurant”, she said.  “We have drawn up a housework timetable for you.  During the day, you will be cleaning their houses from top to bottom; during the evening, you will be at the restaurant, clearing away dishes, doing all the washing up”.

            The Manageress at the restaurant was smartly turned out in a starched white blouse, black pencil skirt, black tights and heels.  Her make-up was perfect, her blond hair swept back tightly and secured with several hair pins in a ballerina bun.  A paragon of competence and efficiency!  To all the guests, she was as charming and friendly as could be.  To me, behind the closed doors of the kitchen, she spoke with a particular tone of cold, withering scorn.

            “My name is Caroline, but you will always address me as Mistress Caroline.

As far as I am concerned, perverts like you are beneath contempt.  However, we may as well put your pathetic perversion to some good use.  So while you are at my restaurant, you will be my domestic servant.  You will obey me in everything.  You will clear the tables, wash the dishes, scrub the floors, and whatever else I tell you to do. You will not speak to customers or members of staff under any circumstances.  Whatever I call you, whether it’s dirt, scum, filth...., you will reply with a formal curtsey and ‘Yes Mistress Caroline’.  Do you understand me Filth?”

            “Yes, Mistress Caroline”.

            “Very good, Scum.  You will now make a start on the dishes”.

            “Yes, Mistress Caroline”.

            Now the pattern of each day was set.  At crack of dawn, there was my PE lesson.  Then there was housework to do for Mistress Elspeth, hoovering, dusting, washing and ironing clothes, preparing Mistress Elspeth’s lunch, waiting at table, doing all the dishes after she had eaten.  In the afternoon, I was assigned to one of Mistress Elie’s friends, to continue my domestic duties at one of their houses.  Then it was back to the restaurant for the evening.

            I had never had to work so hard in my life.  But that it turned out was the whole point.  After my complete humiliation at my ex-wife’s wedding, I was to spend the whole month of her Honeymoon in relentless domestic drudgery.  While my ex-wife basked in the sun, saw exotic places, ate beautiful foods and enjoyed the embraces and caresses of her new husband, I was to be constantly on my knees, scrubbing, polishing, washing, ironing, dusting, hoovering.  This would ensure that it was a Honeymoon I would never forget. 

            I had become completely terrified of Mistress Elspeth, who now held me totally in her power.  She had let me know in no uncertain terms that she would be making a full report on my performance to Mistress Elie just as soon as she returned honeymoon. If the report was unsatisfactory, this would result in the severest beating from Mr. Marcus.  Mistress Elspeth loved to remind me of this every day, it kept me completely petrified, working at my domestic chores from dawn to dusk.

            Finally, the day of return arrived.  I was truly quaking in my shoes.  Mistress Elie and Mr. Marcus arrived by taxi, I was instructed to bring their suitcases inside, while the driver just leaned against his taxi, openly smirking at me.  Then I had to make some tea, serve it to everyone in the sitting room, and stand there waiting, hands behind my back, gaze at my feet, while the Mistress and Mr. Marcus told Mistress Elspeth about all the wonderful places they had visited, and the fantastic honeymoon they had enjoyed.

            Eventually, it was decided they would hold a review of my performance while under Mistress Elspeth’s supervision.  All three adjourned to the office upstairs; I was told to wait outside.  Eventually, I heard the command “Enter”, and I opened the door, remembering to curtsey deeply just as soon as I was inside the office.  The Mistress was sitting in the grand chair behind the desk, Mr Marcus to one side lounging in an easy chair, Mistress Elspeth lounging similarly on the other side..  There were no more chairs, nor was one offered.  Instead, I had to stand on a black mat, which was brought out especially for formal occasions such as these.  On the mat was painted in white the outline of a small square, with just enough room for me to stand with my feet inside.  I was extremely careful not to touch any of the white lines with my feet, since the Mistress regarded this as a very serious offence.  In addition, I knew I was expected to stand with my hands on my head, and always to look down by focussing my gaze on the tips of my shoes.  I also knew that I was forbidden to speak, so I could say nothing in my defence, while my performance was discussed and criticized.  Throughout the review I was to remain silent and motionless. Or else.

            Mistress Elspeth began.  “It’s true that while you have been away Scrub has worked very hard. She has done an hour’s PE every morning.  In addition to her regular chores, she has cleaned for several of your friends, and spent every night of the week working at the restaurant, clearing away, doing the washing up, and scrubbing the floors”.

            “Well that all sounds very commendable, Elspeth”, the Mistress replied.  “But you sound as if you might have some reservations”.

            “Well, I am not sure I should really mention this, it is perhaps a little trifling”.

            “No, please go on Elspeth”.

            “Well, when I first decided to take her on a PE lesson, she showed some hesitation in following my instructions”.

            “Hesitation?”

            “Well, when I told her she was to walk to the gymnasium in her PE uniform, she actually stuttered and spluttered before carrying out my orders”.

            “What!  Stuttered and spluttered!  That is simply outrageous!  Even the slightest hesitation constitutes disobedience, and is totally unacceptable”.

            The discussion continued back and forth for a long time, while my arms ached from keeping them on my head.  I longed just to sit down, but I dared not move for fear of even worse punishment, let alone allow my feet to touch any of the white lines of the box within which I stood.  It seemed they were deliberately extending the discussion as long as possible, Mistress Elspeth especially, just to see if I showed any signs of further disobedience.  On the one hand, Mistress Elspeth would say, and then talk at length, but then on the other hand she would also say and again talk at length.  To an outsider, it might have sounded as if she was being fair, presenting both sides of the argument, but my arms just ached more and more, and I always knew what the eventual outcome was going to be.

            Eventually, the Mistress announced: “Well, I think we have to reach a decision.  You have been fortunate Scrub in listening to a full discussion of your case by your superiors.  Although you have clearly worked hard, it remains the case that disobedience is disobedience.  It cannot be tolerated in any form, and must be punished.  Marcus, can you take the appropriate action?  Please don’t break any ribs or bones, but otherwise do exactly what is necessary”.

            Marcus’ eyes lit up.  He clearly relished the thought of beating me.  He was a lot bigger and stronger, in any case, any form of resistance would only lead to additional punishments.

            “Scrub, go downstairs to the hall!” Marcus said.  “You will take up a position on all fours with  hands  knees and nose on the floor, and await my arrival”.

            I did as I was told.  I knew this was going to be bad. The wait seemed to be an eternity but was probably only 15 minutes. My stomach was in knots with fear and I felt close to losing control of my bowels.

            Mr. Marcus eventually arrived, sauntering downstairs, with a cane in one hand, and a heavy strap in the other. He took off his shirt and stood before me in a singlet, displaying his well chiselled chest and huge biceps. He was a strong man who did regular weight training. The comparison to me was stark. As he gave the cane an air swing I began to tremble in fear. 

"Right Scrub, it's 6 of the cane followed by six of the strap understood?"

"Yes Mister Marcus Sir."

He laid the first stroke on with brute force and it seared across my backside. It was 10 times worse than anything I had received from the Mistress or Mistress Elspeth. It took all my strength no to cry out . The next 5 strokes were just as bad, it was a pure misery. The strap was next. It was a long thick black strap and packed an almighty punch. each stroke stung like the blazes and moved my whole body forward such was the force. The pain in my backside was excrutiating, I longed to scream, to cry out or even just to whimper pathetically.  But I dare not make a sound.  It would only mean worse to follow. I couldn't stop a few tears from rolling down my face.

            “Now get up Scrub.    You will never disobey again.  Do you understand?”

            “Yes, Mr. Marcus Sir”.

            “You will now turn round, kneel, and apologise profusely to Mistress Elspeth”.

            I turned round to see Mistress Elspeth behind me.  There she stood, with a triumphant smile on her face.  She had been watching all this time!

"Look the sissy is crying, you really need to man up Scrub."

Mister Marcus and Mistress Elspeth had a good laugh at me over it, rubbing salt into my wounds.

            You will say: “Please Mistress Elspeth, I am deeply sorry that I did not show you instant obedience, and I hope I did not cause you any distress by my disgraceful behaviour”.

            I repeated what Mr. Marcus had said word for word.

            “Well you did cause me distress Scrub, but on this occasion I am prepared to forgive you”.

            “Well Scrub, isn’t that so kind of Mistress Elspeth?” said Mistress Elie, as she came down the stairs.  “You will rise, thank Mistress Elspeth for her great kindness, and curtsey deeply”.

            I did exactly what I was told.

            “However, Scrub, I haven’t finished with you yet.  I want to ensure this is a lesson you never ever forget.  You will go the kitchen and wait for me there”.

            I went to the kitchen as ordered.  The Mistress came in a few minutes later.

            “Stand in this corner facing the wall”.  She pointed to the corner besides the cooker.

            “Put your hands on your head”.

            I put my hands on my head.

            “You will now recite out loud ‘I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient’.  You will count each time and go on until I tell you to stop.  Begin!”

            “One.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            “Two.  I must always be dutiful diligent, servile and obedient.”

            I had started my recitation.  Meanwhile, the Mistress had returned to the hall, where Mistress Elspeth was getting ready to go.  They chatted, as the stood at the door.

            “I can’t tell you how grateful we are Elspeth for your supervision of Scrub, I just hope it wasn’t too much trouble”.

            “Oh not in the least, no trouble at all. I was glad to help out”.         

            “Thirty-one.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            “Thirty-two.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            My recitation continued.  Since I could hear them talking at the front door, I knew they could hear my recitation.

            Mistress Elspeth also continued.  “Of course, if you ever need me to servant sit again, I will always be happy to oblige”.

            “Thanks ever, Elspeth.  In fact, while Marcus and I were away, we got a real taste for foreign travel, and started thinking of all the exotic places we might visit.  Not just the south of Italy, or the Riviera, maybe Thailand or even India”.  The Mistress was now warming to her theme.  “I mean, we could be away even for months”.

            “Sixty-five.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            Sixty-six.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            “Honesty, Elie, it’s no problem.  After all you went through in fifteen years of marriage to that creature, I am only too happy to oblige.  Now as a maidservant she can make full atonement.  All your friends think the same.  They see you as a heroine, a kind of feminist icon.  Instead of just putting up with male deception and walking away, you’ve actually done something about it!  And if Scrub ever gets too much under your feet and you need a break, I know all your friends are only too delighted to supervise her for a full day’s hard cleaning!  And the manager of the restaurant thinks it’s brilliant!  Her staff get time off, all the washing up gets done, and the little creep gets the punishment he so richly deserves!”

            “That’s fantastic Elspeth, because it’s part of the pleasure of travelling, knowing that every day, Scrub is working at her housework from morning to night, atoning for her sins”.

            “Ninety-nine.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            One hundred.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            Surely the Mistress did not wish me to go beyond one hundred.  My arms were aching, and I was so tired.  But there was no let up.  And no command to stop. 

            “One hundred and one.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            One hundred and two.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            Mistress Elspeth was asking Mistress Elie her more about her future travel plans.  It dawned on me that she was spinning out the conversation for as long as possible, she was so relishing my discomfiture.

            Suddenly they stopped talking.  But there was no command to stop.  Instead, they both collapsed in laughter.

            “Oh this is so funny Elspeth.  I could keep her here reciting lines all afternoon!”

            “And why not?  It’s no more than she deserves”.                                        

            “Two hundred?  Five hundred?  One thousand?  Five thousand?  Ten thousand?  Elspeth, it is just so hilarious!  A grown man dressed as a serving maid standing in the corner reciting lines like a naughty five year old.  And there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it!”

            “One hundred and fifty.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            One hundred and fifty-one.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.         The Mistress was right as always.  There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.  She held the whip hand, and exercised it to the full.  I was now a pauper, if she turned me out of the house I would be homeless, locked into a chastity device, which could only be unlocked with the master key held in her possession.  I was totally in her power. 

            By now the two Mistresses were helpless with hysterical laughter.

            “Three hundred.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            Three hundred and one”.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            I kept reciting my lines regardless, hands on my head, I knew better than to falter, laugh or even smile.  The Mistress insisted on absolute obedience, and expected her command to be obeyed to the letter.  And I knew only too well the beatings that even the slightest disobedience might entail.

            “Three hundred and twenty-five.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            Three hundred and twenty-six. I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            Now they joined in.

            “Three hundred and twenty-seven.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”, we all chanted together.

            We chanted the next ten lines in unison, or as much as the two mistresses could between gasps of hysterical laughter.  Then they grew tired of this game and returned to their conversation. 

            There was no command to stop.  “Three hundred and thirty-eight.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            Four hundred.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            Seemingly, there was no end to my punishment.  Worse still, they had become so engrossed in their conversation, they seemed to have forgotten about me completely.

            “Four hundred and ninety-nine.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient.

            “Five hundred.  I must always be dutiful, diligent, servile and obedient”.

            “Right, that will do Scrub!”

            “Now come here.  Scrub, you will kneel at Mistress Elspeth’s feet, and thank her for all her kindness in supervising you while Marcus and I were on honeymoon”.

            “Thank you Mistress Elspeth for all your kindness in supervising me while the Mistress and Mr. Marcus were on honeymoon”.

            “Well Scrub, despite your one notable lapse into disobedience, the good news is that I am prepared to supervise you again on a future occasion”.

            “Thank you Mistress Elspeth”.

            “In the circumstances, I do think that really is most extraordinarily kind”, the Mistress intervened.  Mistress Elspeth now started as if this time she really meant to go.

            “Elspeth, before you leave, I wondered if you might like some more tea?”

            “Well, I don’t mind if I do”, Mistress Elspeth replied.

            “Scrub!  Tea!”  I hastened to the kitchen.  However, I could still overhear their conversation.

            “Actually, there was one other thing”, I heard Mistress Elspeth say.  “It’s just a thought, but I wondered if you might like me to continue with Scrub’s PE lessons on a Saturday morning?” The Mistress laughed.  “Oh would you?  But what an excellent idea!  That would be really kind of you Elspeth!”

            I groaned inwardly. I thought the PE sessions would end with Mistress Elie’s return from honeymoon, now it seemed that they would continue indefinitely.

            “No problem at all!  What I suggest is that Scrub comes to my flat at 8 o’clock in her full school uniform.  She looks so absurd in her dark green knee length gymslip, girls school uniform blazer, and luminous bottle green tie.  And the lurid bottle green knickers and liberty bodice just finish it off!”

            Mistress Elie collapsed in hysterical laughter again.  “Honestly, Elspeth, you are just brilliant!”

            Mistress Elspeth continued.  “Actually, I don’t think I will come down until about 8.20, but I can always check from my window whether Scrub arrives on time.  And of course she will know exactly what will happen if she’s even one second late!” 

            “Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!” Mistress Elie replied.  “But just one suggestion.  As soon as she arrives outside your flat, she must stand there with her hands on her head.  She will look such an absolute idiot!”

            I was summoned from the kitchen and given my instructions.  Eventually Mistress Elspeth decided it was time to leave.

            “Scrub!” the Mistress shouted.  “Why are you standing there like a complete fool?  You should have already fetched Mistress Elspeth’s coat.  Remember, it is the duty of a maid to anticipate every wish of her superiors!”

            I rushed to fetch Mistress Elspeth’s coat and held it out for her to put on.

            “You are lucky to have such a benevolent mistress who is prepared to put up with your incompetence Scrub”, Mistress Elspeth said.  “Thanks for everything Elie” she said, turning towards her.

            “Don’t even mention it!” the Mistress said.  Then they kissed.

            I think it was at this point I realised that no-one would ever kiss me ever again.  Orders, reprimands, scoldings, punishment and humiliation were to be my lot for ever, not affectionate kisses.

            Then Mistress Elspeth walked towards the door.  She turned towards me.   “See you on Saturday Scrub.  8.00 a.m. sharp, standing outside my flat with your hands on your head in full school uniform.  And don’t be late!” 

            There was no way I could dare to be late, as Mistress Elspeth knew full well.  She was no longer a frustrated dominant.  And I was completely in her power.



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The Wedding

7/8/2013

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You can find the earlier parts to the story here 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


A story of sissy maid humiliation (a sequel to The Announcement)
by Daniela
            The wedding was an enormous success.  It was to become the talk of the town.  The Mistress had looked simply gorgeous in her wedding dress.  Mr. Marcus looked most becoming and handsome in his morning suit.  But the icing on the cake for all of the Mistress’ lady friends was the reception and party.  The Mistress had forewarned everybody about my new status as her maidservant, so that it would not come as a shock to anyone.  Now that I was called Glenda Scrub, she asked them to address me only as Scrub, and certainly under no circumstances to call me Glen.

            Nevertheless, it was a spectacle.  I was smartly decked out in full traditional maid’s uniform for all to see.  Black calf length dress; smart white broderie anglaise pinafore, heavily starched and carefully pressed, cross straps tightly tied at the back; white cap, collar and cuffs; black nylon tights; and little black patent leather ankle boots.  Just to make my new status absolutely clear, around my collar, embroidered in black, was the one word Servant.  And on my cap was a little badge with my new name Scrub.

            It was the ladies who were really impressed.  What a brilliant way to deal with an errant husband!  To make him serve the food and drink in full maid’s uniform at his former wife’s wedding reception!  Perfect punishment and perfect humiliation.  Could you believe it?  And for the Mistress to keep him on in her new married life as a full-time live-in maid, what a fantastic idea!  The Mistress had ensured that they all knew how I had kept my sissy maid fantasies a secret for fifteen years, and they had all agreed with her that it was unforgivable.  In the circumstances, the Mistress’ friends thought that she had been remarkably lenient.  Well now I was finding out what it was like to be a real maid, and quite right too!   How absolutely perfect.  Let the punishment fit the crime!

            To her lady friends, the Mistress had suddenly become some kind of feminist icon.  She was overwhelmed by their response.  By outing me so publicly, they thought that she had done a great service to women everywhere.  It would help to make male employment as sissy maids more acceptable.  It would help to make male domestic subservience more acceptable.  No longer need women talk just of gender equality, they could contemplate a future of female superiority, where it was servile men who were told to get back to the kitchen sink, serve the tea, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, scrub the kitchen floor, and so much more!  Women’s work will become men’s work, and that will be the role of sissy maids.  One lady thought that special schools should be set up to teach sissy men all the appropriate domestic skills, so that they could play a useful role in society, and serve women more appropriately.

            Another lady thought that sentences of domestic servitude should be handed down by the divorce courts. 

In addition to making over the house and a substantial income to the wife, the ex-husband will serve as her maidservant for the next five years, with total responsibility for all the housework.  In the event that his former wife marries again, he will at her instruction serve as her maidservant at the wedding reception.  Subsequently, he will serve both his former wife and her new husband as their full-time live-in maidservant.  If he fails to provide domestic service to her total satisfaction, she may appeal to the court, who may send him to sissy maid training school full-time for three months, after which he will have to complete not only the original sentence of domestic servitude, but an additional one, to be decided upon by the court in consultation with his ex-wife.  Failure to fulfil any of these conditions will result in a five-year custodial sentence with no remission, and confiscation of all his assets in favour of his former wife.

What a world that would be!  Errant husbands paying for their offences through sentences of domestic servitude.

            The men had no sympathy for me either.  As far as they were concerned, any man who allowed himself to be so humiliated was simply not a man.  Obviously, I must have been a poof all along, so obviously they too had in some way been deceived.   I could not help seeing the smirks and the sidelong glances as I fulfilled my new duties, moving from group to group to serve the drinks on a little silver tray.

            After the reception, there was to be a full sit-down dinner.  The Mistress had brought in outside caterers to do this, but had decided that my task would be to do all the washing up “to save work for the catering staff”.  Before leaving the kitchen to return to her guests, the Mistress handed me a card.

            “As a special favour Scrub, I am allowing you to see the menu for the sit-down dinner we are all having together.  While you are eating your cheese sandwiches, you can read about all our beautiful food”.  The caterers had set aside for me two cheese sandwiches and a glass of water, while the sumptuous feast was being consumed in the main hall.  “Make sure you keep this menu Scrub, you will have to paste it into a scrapbook, which you will compile under my supervision, recording all the significant details of your new life as a serving maid.  But while we are eating, you will be doing all the washing up.”

            There was a huge and seemingly never-ending quantity of dirty dishes which I worked through steadily, while unavoidably listening to the sounds of merriment in the main hall.  Eventually the Mistress returned.  “I am now going to take you to a changing room.  You will fall in line behind me.  You will look down only at the back of my feet as you walk.  Under no circumstances are you to start up a conversation with anyone”.

            In fact, no-one conversed with me throughout the whole evening, except to order drinks.  It was only later that I discovered that this was exactly what the Mistress had advised all her guests and friends to do.  “She is now just a servant, and please treat her as such” she had said.  “It will help her adjust to her new station in life”.

            On our way to the changing room, many guests came up to the Mistress to say what a wonderful evening they were having, and she stopped to chat to them.  I stood there, hands behind my back, gazing at the floor, not uttering a word, as I had been trained to do.   She spent a long time talking to each guest, deliberately keeping me waiting.  To me, nobody said a word.  It was as if an invisible curtain had descended between me and all the guests, I was no longer a person in my own right, but an object of pity and scorn, a spectacle for public entertainment and humiliation.

            Finally, the Mistress led me to the small changing room.  She had originally decided I should serve at the party in a pink French maid’s uniform, but on reflection, had changed her mind.  Although the pink uniform was delightfully sissy, it might also be seen as a little bit sexy, whereas the look the Mistress preferred was smart and subservient but chaste and sexless.  So she had decided on an alternative, which she had kept a secret.  Now I found out that I was to be dressed as Alice in Wonderland!  She had had a blue calf length dress especially made, with a little white collar, the fullest possible skirt, and large puff sleeves, “perfect for a poof”, as she put it.  Beneath the dress I wore white taffeta petticoats, with five rows of ruffled flounces.   As well as filling out my dress, the taffeta of course rustled as I walked; in fact, I could not walk without rustling.  Then there were white tights, and black Mary Jane shoes, with the smallest of heels, in traditional black patent leather.  Finally, the Mistress had bought a long blonde wig, which she fastened with a black hair band. 

            Over the dress was to be worn a white bib pinafore.  The Mistress took it on herself to wrap it around me, which was most unusual.  Soon I was to realise why.  The pinafore was voluminous, and starched almost like cardboard.  The straps were wide and extremely long.  The Mistress crossed the straps at the back, pulling the two ends through a simple locking device.  Then she tied the straps tightly over the locking device and snapped it shut.  Finally, the two ends were looped into in an enormous bow. 

            “Turn round Scrub”.

            I turned round and looked down.  As I looked down to curtsey, I saw emblazoned on the pinafore in large luminous poster red capital letters the simple message: “I deceived my wife as a secret sissy for 15 years”.  I felt faint, I felt my legs were going to give under me.  In my confusion, I must have looked a picture.  Indeed I did, as I was to find out afterwards.  Quick as a flash, the Mistress had removed a camera from her handbag, and taken a photo of my confusion to commemorate the occasion.

            “That will certainly be one for the collection, Scrub”, she laughed wickedly with that triumphant smile I had come to know so well.

            Just as quickly, her face hardened again.

            “Scrub, what do think you are doing just standing there? There are guest in the main reception area waiting to be served their drinks.  Get out there immedi-a-t-e-ly!”.

            Blushing bright scarlet, I curtseyed and returned to the hall.  By now, people had already had quite a lot to drink, and as they saw me in my Alice in Wonderland costume, they were pointing, whooping and laughing, some quite uncontrollably, while the cameras flashed.  Despite all of this, I had to move from one group to the next, a bottle of red wine in one hand, white wine in the other, refilling empty glasses

            By the end of the evening, everyone was dancing, except for just one person, standing at the back of the hall, hands behind my back, looking at the floor, as I had been trained to do.  You might wonder why no-one took pity on me and offered a dance.  Well, the reason why no woman would dance with me was emblazoned on my pinafore.  And of course no man was going to be seen dead dancing with me, now I had been so comprehensively outed as a sissy maid.  My life had been changed for ever.  There would be no going back.  The man I had been called Glen had simply ceased to exist.

            Before departing, the Mistress gave me clear instructions.  “You will make sure that all the glasses and crockery are fully washed up, dried up and put away, that the tables are cleared and washed, that all the surfaces are clean, that the floor is swept, that the carpets are hoovered, and that everything is absolutely spick and span”.

            “You will note that when I spoke to the Manageress earlier, I promised her that my maidservant would do all the cleaning and clearing up afterwards.  So she gave me a reduction on the fee for the use of all the facilities, because it meant she could send her staff home early.  As a servant, you will be the last to leave.  You will be here working hard at your cleaning and scrubbing long after all the guests have departed.  But you will make sure to inform the security guard before you leave the building.  In the morning, the Manageress will inspect your work, and I will telephone her later in the day to check that everything has been done to her complete satisfaction.  You will ensure that the reception rooms are immaculate, or else.  If the Manageress is in any way dissatisfied, let alone refuses to give me the promised fee reduction, you will be in the most serious trouble!”

            I had seen the Mistress talking to the Manageress earlier.  She was smartly turned out in a starched white blouse, black pencil skirt, black tights and heels.  She was made up to perfection, and her blond hair was swept back tightly and secured with several hair pins in a ballerina bun.  She looked a paragon of competence and efficiency.  To all the guests, she was as charming and friendly as could be.  But to me she gave such a look of open and withering contempt that I felt as if I had been turned to jelly.  The thought of such an obviously strict and superior lady inspecting my housework the following morning was truly terrifying.

            Just then, a taxi driver walked into the hall.

            “And here is the taxi” the Mistress continued “to take me and my husband home to our wedding night.  But you Scrub, as a servant, will of course have to walk back on your own.  And that will be only after you have completed all your chores.  When you eventually arrive back at the house, make sure to let yourself in quietly by the back door.  If anyone’s sleep is disturbed, you will be punished in the morning”.  Then the Mistress smiled sweetly.  “I do hope you have enjoyed our wedding just as much as we have Scrub.  We have had such a delightful evening!  And I do hope you enjoy your walk home!”

            As I curtseyed, the Mistress swept out with Mr. Marcus on her arm.  I was too stunned to say anything.  It was only as I heard the taxi depart I suddenly realised, I was still locked into the white pinafore!  With a thirty minute walk back to the house!

            But as usual I had no alternative.  The housework all had to be done, the reception rooms had to be cleaned to perfection.  There was a huge amount of work to do.  It took nearly two hours of tidying up, washing up, drying up, putting away, cleaning the tables, sweeping the floor, emptying and cleaning the ashtrays, vacuuming the carpets, all still dressed in my Alice in Wonderland costume, with my voluminous white pinafore, taffeta petticoats and flounces rustling unavoidably.  I was as terrified of the Manageress’ inspection as I was of the Mistress.  Everything had to be perfect before I left.

            Finally, I felt ready to leave, informed the security guard of my departure, and walked back to the house, heart fluttering, hoping against hope that there would be no-one about at that time of night to see me.  When I eventually got back to the house after two in the morning, I returned to my room to find the key to the pinafore on the bedside table.   I could undo the large bow of the pinafore straps, but it was a real struggle to remove the little locking device in the small of my back, with which the pinafore straps had been secured.  But it would have been impossible to sleep in this costume, I had to remove it before going to bed.  And I knew I had to appear in a different uniform in the morning.

            Finally, I was changed into a nightie, and ready for bed.  But when I removed the coverlet, I realised the bedding had been changed.  Embroidered on the pillow case in large letters was the one word “Servant”.  I turned the pillow case over, and there it was again, the one word “Servant”.  Then I looked at the sheets.  They were no longer cotton, but rubber.  On the bed was a note.  “Just in case your chastity device is not 100% effective, from now on you will sleep in rubber sheets.  This will ensure there is no chance of you wetting the bed”.  By now I was so tired I just got into bed and fell asleep instantly.  So while my ex-wife spent her wedding night in the loving embrace of her new husband, I slept alone between rubber sheets like an incontinent child.

            When I woke the next day, the feel of the sheets instantly reminded me of the events of the night before.  I blushed scarlet at the recollection of my successive humiliations, while my erection strained hopelessly against the restraining ring of the chastity device.  Then I glanced at the pillow.  There was the single word “Servant” in large letters to remind me of my new station in life.

            I knew I had to get up.  There were chores to do, all the rooms had to be clean and tidy before the Mistress descended, and there was breakfast to be made, and the breakfast table laid.  For my morning duties, I wore a simple blue uniform gingham dress, black stocking, little black boots, and a white mob cap.  Over the uniform dress I wore a white bib pinafore, straps crossed over and neatly tied at the back.  The Mistress’ instructions were clear.  I was to be pinafored at all times, it was the badge of my servile status.

            Eventually the Mistress and Mr. Marcus descended, still wrapped lovingly in one another’s arms.  I served them breakfast, cleared away, washed the dishes, dried up and put away.  Then I served them coffee in the lounge, and stood hands behind my back, eyes to the floor, waiting for my next order.  The Mistress sat on Mr. Marcus’ knee, giving him long, slow, voluptuous kisses, just to make sure I knew exactly what I was missing.

            After what seemed an age, the doorbell rang.

            “Answer the door, Scrub”, the Mistress commanded.

            I curtseyed, and went to answer the door.  There stood Elspeth Pritchard, an old friend of the Mistress.  Elspeth was a rather sour, unattractive old-fashioned spinster librarian, with thick glasses, a dislike of men in general, and a particular dislike of me.

            “Ah there are you Scrub”, she said as she walked in.  “I must say everyone did enjoy seeing you last night in your new role as a maidservant.  And you looked so sweet in your Alice in Wonderland costume.  Quite the little girl!”  She was grinning all over her face.  In fact, I had never ever seen her look quite so happy.

            “Do come in Elspeth”, the Mistress said.

            “I have simply got to say how wonderful it all was last night, Elie, everybody is saying so.  You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress.  And Mr. Marcus so handsome!  And what a splendid idea to have Scrub dressed in full maid’s uniform, serving all the guests”.

            “Elie, it says so much for your character.  A lot of other women might simply have walked away from a divorce.  But you decided to make a public statement with such style!  What a perfect way to punish an errant husband!”

            “Thank you ever so much, Elspeth, it was a pleasure, I can assure you!” the Mistress replied.  “Do come through to the lounge.  Would you like some coffee?”

            “I would love some coffee, Elie”.

            “Scrub, coffee for two!”

            I curtseyed, departed to the kitchen, and returned shortly with the coffee.

            “Now Scrub, you will listen to what I have to say.  As you know, Mr. Marcus and I leave today for a month’s honeymoon.  If you thought that would mean a month’s holiday for you from housework, you are very much mistaken.  During my absence, my friend has very kindly agreed to act as your supervisor.  Oh, by the way Elspeth, would you prefer Scrub to address you as Miss Elspeth or Mistress Elspeth?”

            “Oh Mistress Elspeth definitely,” she replied laughing.       

            “Scrub, you will now say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth for agreeing to act as my supervisor’ and curtsey to her”.

            “Thank you for agreeing to act as my supervisor, Mistress Elspeth”.  I curtseyed.  Mistress Elspeth was clearly enjoying every minute of this.

            The Mistress continued.  “As my representative, you will obey her in everything and she will be entitled to punish you in whatever way she thinks fit.  Today we are going to have a little practice session.  Fetch the riding crop Scrub, offer it to Mistress Elspeth then take up the position!”

            I did as the Mistress commanded.  While I was bent over, they discussed techniques for beating me.

            “Well Elspeth, have you ever played tennis?  That’s good.  Well, imagine her backside is like a tennis ball, and with each shot you’re looking to hit a winner.  Just like this!”

            And so saying she got up and gave my backside a resounding stroke with the riding crop.  I stifled a scream and tried hard to stop myself crying out loud.

            Elspeth could not contain herself for laughing, she thought it was the funniest thing

ever.

            “So now your turn.  Scrub!  You will count each stroke, and after each one you will say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”

            “Yes Mistress” I said through my legs, since I was still bending over.

            “OK Elspeth, imagine you start by playing a cross-court drive”.

             Thwack!  “One.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?”  Elspeth was completely convulsed by laughter, but the Mistress urged her on.

            “That’s excellent Elspeth.  Let’s have another cross-court drive”.

            Thwack!  “Two.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?”

            “Now let’s have an overhead smash”.

            Thwack!  “Three. Please Mistress Elspeth may I have another one?”

            “Finally, let’s go for an outright winner with a shot straight down the line.  As hard as you possibly can!”

            Thwack!  The pain was excruciating as the riding crop landed on my buttocks yet again.  “Four.  Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”

            The Mistress now intervened.  “That will do for the time being, but you will remain in position Scrub, with one hand clasping each ankle.

            She turned to Mistress Elspeth.  “Elspeth, that was absolutely brilliant, well done!”

            “My pleasure”, said Mistress Elspeth, and she certainly sounded as if she meant it.

            “Honestly Elspeth, you’re a natural.  Have you played a lot of tennis?”

            “Oh yes.  In fact, I won a few tournaments”.                       

            “How fantastic!  Well, please feel free to keep your forehand drive and overhead smash in practice on Scrub’s buttocks over the next few weeks!”

            The Mistress continued.  “You may rise Scrub, and stand with your hands behind your back, looking at your feet, because I now have a few things to tell you.  One is a piece of good news.  I have spoken to the Manageress regarding the reception last night, and she was not displeased with your housework.  In fact, the good news is that she will be prepared to use you again as a cleaner for functions at the hall.  You will be required to do all the washing up for any sit-down dinners, and then clear up and clean afterwards.  It will mean her catering staff will be able to get home early, and leave all the chores to you.  The Manageress will be paying me a fee for your services, which will go some way towards defraying the extremely irritating costs of feeding and housing you.  The Manageress will certainly require you while I am away on honeymoon, and she will be contacting Mistress Elspeth.  So that’s good news, isn’t it Scrub?”

            “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed.

            “In addition, several of my friends have asked if you could clean their houses from top to bottom while I am away, and again Mistress Elspeth will supervise.  Of course, if any of my friends are in any way dissatisfied with your performance, you will be in the most serious trouble on my return.  And I mean really serious trouble”.

            “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed again.

            “Finally, I do not want to seem too hard a Mistress, since I know you have had no relief for weeks.  We will be away for a whole month.  So I am going to allow you just one opportunity before we leave”.

            “However, there is a condition.  Several of my lady friends will be arriving shortly to send us on our way, and if you are to have relief, you must ejaculate in public for their entertainment”.

            I blenched.  I could not believe my ears.  I had never masturbated in public in my life.

            “You may of course choose not to take this opportunity.  But if you don’t, you will have to wait until after our return from honeymoon.  I can assure you that while we are away, Mistress Elspeth certainly won’t be unlocking your chastity device!  If you want this opportunity, go down on your knees and say ‘Thank you Mistress’.  Choose!”

            In fact of course I had no choice.   I had had no relief for weeks, and the events of the last twenty-four hours had made me so horny that my member was constantly straining painfully at the chastity ring.  I went down on my knees flushing hot with embarrassment and said “Thank you Mistress”.

            Just then, the first of the Mistress’ lady friends arrived at the door, soon followed by several others.  I had to take their coats and hang them up in the cupboard, while they made themselves comfortable in the sitting room.

            “Would anyone like some coffee?” the Mistress asked her friends.

            They nodded enthusiastically.  “What an excellent idea” one said.

            “Scrub, fetch some coffee!”  I curtsied and went back to the kitchen.

            When I returned with the coffee, I sensed an air of expectancy.  Suddenly, it dawned on me.  They knew exactly what was about to happen, they knew what I was about to do.  As usual, the Mistress had pre-arranged everything to perfection.

            “Scrub, you will now fetch the wooden stool from the kitchen marked ‘Servant’, together with the large white enamel basin, and bring them in here”.

            I curtseyed, went to the kitchen, and returned with the stool and the basin.

            “Now fetch me the riding crop”.

            I fetched the riding crop.

            “You will now pull down your tights and your panties, lift up the skirt of your dress, and kneel on the stool”.

            I did as the Mistress commanded.  The ladies were besides themselves giggling, laughing and pointing, as they could now see my chastity device.  I was beside myself with embarrassment.  Not only was I exposing myself, but my member was as erect as could be.

            “Normally his pathetic little willy is locked up 24/7 to ensure he observes his vow of chastity”, the Mistress said, while idly flicking the clear perspex cage within which my member was now standing fully to attention.  “But today we will remove the device and out of the kindness of my heart, I will allow the little pervert some relief”.

            She put down the riding crop, reached for her handbag, from which she took out some plastic gloves.  These she put on, then took out a key.  She stood up, seized my member with one hand, unlocked the device with the other, and removed it.

            She sat down again, and took a stop watch out of her bag.  “Get on with it Scrub, you have ten minutes from Now!”  She started the stopwatch.

            Her lady friends were beside themselves with laughter.  One was quite hysterical.  In truth, I was so erect, it took but a few minutes to ejaculate.  As the white cum splashed into enamel bowl, there was a flash, I realised the Mistress had taken a photograph.

            “You are truly disgusting Scrub”.  She handed me a tissue.  “Wipe yourself clean”.

            Still wearing the plastic gloves, she seized my member, put the cock ring back on, re-fastened the penal cage, and snapped the lock back into place.  “Now get dressed, take the stool and the basin back to the kitchen, and get out!  And make sure you clean that basin thoroughly with disinfectant!”

            The humiliation of the wedding party was nothing compared to what I had just experienced.  As usual, the Mistress held all the cards, and played them to perfection.  Banished to the kitchen, I waited for my next summons.  Suddenly, there was a ring at the door.

            “Scrub!” I hastily responded to the Mistress’ call.  “Answer the door”.

            It was the taxi.  The driver took one look at me and smirked from ear to ear.

            “Taxi for the airport” he announced.

            “Scrub, take the bags out to the taxi”, the Mistress commanded.

            The driver watched me struggling with the heavy bags, not even attempting to conceal  his amusement.  He unlocked the boot of his car, but left me to put the bags inside.

            By this time everyone had gathered outside.  While the Mistress was saying fond farewells to her lady friends, Mr. Marcus stepped over to me.  “If I get the slightest complaint about you from Mistress Elspeth, you will get the thrashing of your life on my return.  Do you understand Scrub?”

            “Yes Master”, I curtseyed.

            Then the Mistress turned to me.  “While I am away Scrub, you will work like you have never worked before.  While I am lying in the sun, visiting far-away places, wining and dining at exotic restaurants, or making love to my new husband, you will be preparing food, laying tables, clearing away, washing up, scrubbing, scouring, sweeping, polishing, dusting, laundering, and ironing.  While I take my pleasures abroad, you will toil at home as scullery maid, laundry maid and housemaid, all rolled into one.  For the entire month, you will be bossed by Mistress Elspeth, by the restaurant Manageress, and by all my friends.  There will always be a female voice to criticize, nag and scold you, but never a female body to touch or caress, never ever again!  Because when I return, I will ensure that you devote the rest of your miserable little life to nothing but domestic drudgery.  I am now married to Marcus, and you are married to the kitchen sink.  Scrub by name and scrub by nature!  And don’t you ever forget it!”

            Then she relaxed for a moment.  “But before we leave, you may say ‘Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon’”.

            “Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon”.

            Then, the Mistress turned to Mistress Elspeth, and handed over the keys to the house, together with the riding crop, the symbol and instrument of her new authority.

            “Scrub, you will curtsey to Mistress Elspeth and say ‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth’”.

            “‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth”.

            Mistress Elspeth gave me a look of utter contempt and triumphant glee, which she made no attempt to conceal. “Most certainly you will obey me in everything, Scrub.  You will get to work immediately!” 

Acknowledgement

            The author gratefully acknowledges the inspiration of Ms Wooton’s brilliant 3-part story “The formation of my cuckold sissy maid husband”, also her kind agreement to the writing of this sequel.


Part 6 The Honeymoon


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