Sex Games and More Pain
by
Stella Fyre
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Stella Fyre
Published by Strict Publishing
International
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CHAPTER ONE
Paul was in his office when the phone rang, and after picking up the receiver he answered, “PL advertising. Paul speaking?”
“It’s me, Paul, and I think it’s about time we delved into the game a little more. It’s been six months since the last one ended, and we are falling back into our old ways. Today is Friday, and we are going to have a time out.”
His heart dropped and a thousand thoughts went through his mind. Most of all, he knew that once again he had been neglecting Bridget, his wife, and they were falling back into their old ways of before the last game. What worried him the most was that he knew it was his fault, and he could think of no excuses. He had heard the tone of her voice on the phone and he knew that there was trouble ahead for him. He had no idea how bad it was going to be, and it was this aspect of Bridget that he feared. He knew from the last game that she was a powerful woman, and when she played a game, she played it hard. Worst of all, there was still that old contract they had made between them. It made promises and set limits, but those limits allowed for almost anything in the interests of putting that powerful spark back into their relationship. Paul would never break his word, but the truth was that he could not remember exactly what was written in the contract; he only knew that some of it, and the way it could interpreted, scared him.
“Have you something in mind, Bridget?” Paul asked with a knot in his guts.
“Yes, and I have also pulled the old contract out from my safe and taken a copy that will refresh our memories. We will talk about it when I get back.”
The line went dead, and he knew that Bridget had put the phone down.
Paul replaced his receiver and went back to his work, but moments later he stopped and sat back in his chair, thinking. His mind went back, remembering the last game and how long it continued. Some of the things she had done to him were heart stopping.’
They had both found out that to do something and then make it go according to plan took a great deal of forethought. Now, because he had taken on a junior partner, he really had a great deal of free time on his hands. There was no more running halfway across the country for him when anything did not go to plan. Now, he could just send the junior partner who was single and enjoyed that type of work, and that being the case, he asked himself why he had been so stupid and neglected his love for Bridget.
Bridget also had a lot more freedom. She was now a junior partner at the law firm and only took the big cases. Most of her work was done from home and she only showed her face in the office once a week at the most. Paul looked at his watch, realising that she must have phoned him on her way home would be there within the next half an hour. He hurried, and was finished with his work in twenty minutes, but already Bridget was sitting in an armchair in the lounge.
“How long have you been home, Bridget? I never heard you come in.”
“About an hour and a half” she answered. “I phoned you on my mobile because I was too lazy to walk up the stairs. I would like to put something in front of you, and you can agree or disagree, but if you disagree then you had better have a valid excuse ready.”
Paul did not like the sound of that. When Bridget talked like this, she was normally pointing the finger. He had seen the way she had used this type of talk in court with devastating effect, and he always thought that he never wanted her to talk like that to him. He knew that, through his own stupidity, she was doing that very same thing to him now, and he knew that there were going to be tears.
“You, Paul, now have a junior partner, but you still seem to be locked in your office day after day. Can you explain why that is so?”
‘Straight for the jugular,’ he was thinking, ‘and I have no valid excuse. I can only tell her what I do. “I set up clients for the junior partner to see so that he can work out a plan of action. I also do the books and accounting, and my own advertising through known clients.”
“I understand that, Paul, but that does not take seven days a week. I sit out here four days a week on my own while you are doing god know what. You have been neglecting me, both in companionship and in the sex department, and I have had enough. I talked to you about it a few months back and you said you would change when you had the partner, but I see you even less now and it just is not good enough. You have been lying to me about the work. You had no intention of ever stopping or slowing down. It seems to me that you care more about money and work than you do about me.”
“I’m sorry, Bridget, I just get carried away and it is hard to get out of old habits. I will tell my partner to get on and start doing the work himself.”
“It is too late for that, Paul. You have had all the chances I intend to give you. It is now time to face up to the consequences of your neglect of me. I have needs in the sex department, and you have not been fulfilling your obligation. There is only one option.”
“Oh god, Bridget, you’re not going to leave me?” Paul was starting to panic, and Bridget could hear it in his voice. “Please don’t leave me. I will do anything you want to prove to you that I love you, I want you, and I need you.”
“No, Paul. I am not going to leave you, but I damn well should. No, I think you need to be taught a lesson, and so I am going to invoke the last contract and get you to sign a new one. This will be harder than the last, and you may find some of its terms and conditions a little arduous. It’s your only option, Paul. Sign it, and you will still have me as your wife and I will never stop loving you.”
Paul knew what she was talking about, and he was starting to remember what they had both written on the bottom of the old contract. They made it hard on purpose, so that it would be a deterrent and not a punishment, and it covered a lot more than they had done in the last game. It was also written so that both of them could be punished, if need be, but the things that she could do with him scared him.
“By the way,” said Bridget, “Just in case you have forgotten what was written into the contract, I have circled the part of it pertaining to you.” Bridget handed over the document and he took it from her with a shaking hand.
It was written, “We the undersigned agree to do as the other partner orders to comply with the paragraph that is fitting to the sex of the accused.” Paul looked down at the circled paragraph, and fear run through his body.
“I the undersigned will place myself in the hands of my spouse for four months after being found guilty of sexual negligence, mental abuse or neglect of normal relations. My punishment during those months will be: - Humiliation both private and Public; Slavery; Cuckoldry; Exhibitionism; Feminisation and Sissification. Discipline and Chastisement will be carried out by the person’s real Mistress.”
His heart was in his stomach and his mind had gone numb, and as he passed the document back to Bridget his hand was shaking even more.
She could see that he was now in a state of shock and realisation, and she thought she had better ask, “Are you also agreed in the length of the games, Paul?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Is there anything that i could do to prevent this taking place, Bridget?”
He was pleading with her but she knew that if she gave in this time she would only be doing the same again in another month’s time. “Look, Paul, I cannot keep giving you chances. I would really like to say there was another way, but you would only do the same again and next time I might just call our marriage a write off. Do you know, Paul, that you have only made love to me six times in the last six months? To be quite honest, it is not good enough. I might take on a lover to test you, because all I know from what I remember of your lovemaking skills is that you could be just a little under par. It is only for four months, and you know that it is your own fault that this contract is being used. Don’t you think that our marriage and life together are worth it?”
“Of course I do, Bridget, but I am so afraid that at the end you will still leave me.”
“That will never happen, Paul, but the punishment will be hard and brutal, and at times you will be wondering if it is for real or if I am still playing the game. We can have our evening meal, and then I will get the new contract out. I have already devised the wording, and this will be for punishment. I think you had better tell your partner to look after business, as I know that your next project is not for another four months. If I were you, I would get on that phone and tell him that he should not phone you unless it’s an emergency.” She got up and went out to the kitchen.
Paul sat at the table with thousands of thoughts running through his mind, but not one made any sense. Bridget was right, of course. He had made love to her very few times since the last game finished, but he was amazed that Bridget had counted. He also knew that he had become complacent, and it really was not very long after the end of the last game. Apart from the sex three weeks ago, most of the sex had been in the first month after that games finished. Why he had gone this way? He had no idea, because, as Bridget had told him, he had more time to see to her needs than ever he had before the last game. He had neglected her and that was all there was to it. She had threatened him with taking a lover, and that thought put strange feelings in his guts. He was now in fear of her leaving him and that gave him more than a strange feeling: it was pulling his guts to pieces. How far would she go and what would she do to him now that she had control over him? Paul knew that to say he would not play the game would also be to say goodbye to Bridget, because she would see it as a sign of cowardice. Then, she would leave him, because she would have lost all trust in his word. If that happened, his world would collapse around him.’
The evening meal was eaten and the table was cleared. Nothing had been said during the meal, but he could feel Bridget’s eyes on him the whole time. She was now in the kitchen once more, putting the plates and cutlery away.
Paul pushed his chair back and walked away from the table towards the stairs and his office. He was there for about three quarters of an hour while he completed the business he needed to do. He was speaking to his partner: “Look after things for a while. Only ring me in an emergency,” and he added, “There should be none of them. I will be out of action for at least two months and maybe as long as four. Do a good job, and I might take you on as a full partner. In any case just do your best, because part of the business belongs to you and you mustn’t let it fall to pieces.”
Paul walked back down the stairs and saw a large envelope on the table addressed to Bridget’s office. On the front was written “personal and confidential”. Next to it was the contract, and a note by the side of it. Paul picked up the paper and read the short note.
Paul, you must read the contract and sign it, and then bring it up to the bedroom.
Paul picked up the contract and read the contents. It was written as a set of rules:
CONTRACT TO SAVE A MARRIAGE
1. Reading this contract and signing it makes you liable for the above forfeit. The contract comes into force as soon as it is in my hands.
2. All things that are said to you are to be taken at face value and without argument.
3. You, Paul, must take all requests as an order, and they are not to be questioned.
4. You are about to undergo a period of time that will be divided between chastisement and punishment, mild torture, humiliation private and public, slavery and cuckoldry, feminization. There will also be other types of kink thrown in to give the lesson spice. These headings this time around will be slightly much harder than before, but in no way will you be physically damaged. That does not include your pride as a man, and that I will question from time to time. There is nothing that you will not do for either your Mistress or me, as there is nothing that falls outside the boundaries of the books. At all times you will respect the requests of my guests and those of your Mistress, and there will be no repeat of what happened in Elka’s house. You will also show great respect to your Mistress and me at all times.
5. These headings will be interwoven with each other. For example, your chastisement and punishment will be spread out over the period the game lasts. This implies that the other headings will also be spread out in between. This might be a little disorienting, but you will get used to what is happening. There will also be long periods of being alone knowing that I might be enjoying myself with other people, but that is all part of punishment.
6. At any time that you wish to finish the game on your own accord, then that will mean you think our marriage is no longer worth the trouble. This will result in my immediate return to my offices to file for divorce.
7. It will be up to me to say when your punishment is at an end, as I have the right to end it earlier than the three months, and by signing the bottom of this document means that you will adhere to the rules stated above.
You might be thinking to yourself, why have I written these rules in the way I have? Well, to be precise, it was you that had been neglecting me and not me neglecting you. I have tried on several occasions to get you in the mood for sex and love, but you have always pushed me away and now this is your wake-up call. Search your soul before you sign this document, because your signature will determine the beginning or the end of our marriage. To sign this document will mean that you sign all your rights away as a free person, and you will then be cast into a life of a slave and submissive. This life will last no longer than three months and no shorter than one month to your Mistress and me.
Paul looked at the document, and then sat down, thinking back to the times that he knew she had tried to have sex with him but he was too blind to see. Once again, his business had taken first priority and she was right: he had been neglecting her and this now was his punishment. He knew that to sign the document would be to sign his life away. There would be no way he could blame her for a broken marriage. It was entirely his fault. In his heart, he knew that he would do it, but in his mind, he was unsure if he could cope. Paul knew how he had felt the last time the game was played but that time they were on equal terms. This time, however, he would be on his own and there would be no one to call on if he needed help. All the time he was thinking about the things that he could expect, and as he thought about it, he kept dropping the pen. He remembered Elka’s house and the night of the party. Would she do that to him? Could Bridget do that to him? His stomach was churning around, and now he was feeling sick at the thought. He knew that if she demanded, then he would have to comply. There was so many things that she could do with to him and make him do, and he would not be in control of any of it. He thought once more, and then threw caution to the wind because this was all about staying married to Bridget.
He picked up the pen and signed the contract before he changed his mind. Leaving the pen on the table, he stood up once more. He turned off the light and went upstairs to their room.
When he entered the bedroom, Paul was visibly shaking as he looked at Bridget lying in the bed with the covers over her. She looked back at him, and he said, “You were correct in all you said at the end of the contract. I have signed it, Bridget, as there is nothing I would not do to save our marriage, but I am afraid that I will let you down. I know by reading the magazines and the books that there are many things both you and my Mistress can do to me, and I fear them all. I remember the last game and the feelings that run through my body, and the negative thoughts that passed through my mind. I fear you getting carried away and falling for someone else, and getting the contract and the game mixed up with reality. It would only be me that would be to blame. I have placed my whole being into your hands, and it is all for the sake of your love. It frightens me to think that you have the power to reject my efforts at the end.”
Paul passed the contract and the envelope to her, and his hand was visibly shaking. There was also a tear running down the side of his face. Bridget took hold of the items and, after looking at the signature, she put the contract in the envelope and sealed it, and then it was placed on the bedside cabinet.
“Get in the bed, lover. Nothing will start until tomorrow, so get a good night’s sleep,” and she threw the covers back his side of the bed. Paul stripped and got into bed beside her and lay on his back, still shaking from the thought of the tasks he knew would lie before him.
Bridget was on her side, looking at him, and she knew only too well what he was thinking. She also knew that it had taken a lot of courage to sign the contract. The deed was done, and now he was hers to do with as she pleased, but she also knew that she did not want to hurt him physically. He was right that there were many things she could do with him now, and he would have to comply because she knew that he would not let the marriage split because of defiance.
She put her arm over his chest and said, “Don’t worry, lover. I know that you would never let me down. It was a brave move on your part to sign that contract. You have not let me down so far, and I will never let you down. You have placed a terrible amount of trust and power in me, your wife and Mistress. For the next few months, I will become your real Mistress, and on behalf of your real Mistress we won’t take that trust lightly. Now go to sleep. There is a long way to go tomorrow.”
At some stage during the night, Paul fell asleep, but it was a restless sleep and he was fidgeting and turning all night. When daylight filtered through the window, he was still tired. He slipped out of bed and was about to put his clothes on when Bridget said, “Stop, slave. Go and wash, shave and shower, then come back here.”
Paul knew from the way she had spoken that the game had started, and now she was showing him who was in charge. He thanked her in his mind for doing it, because he knew it had been said to put him in the right frame of mind and so that he had not the mistake of being too familiar with her. “Yes, Mistress Bridget,” he answered and went to the bathroom.
She smiled, turned around and lay on her side, thinking about the things that were in store for this unworthy slave. It was twenty minutes later when Paul came back into the bedroom and stood at the bottom of the bed. “Is there anything more you wish me to do, Mistress?”
Her face was under the covers and she allowed herself a quick smile, but it was gone before she lifted her head and looked at him.
“Yes. Go to my drawer in the dressing table, and there you will see a pink pair of knickers. Put them on, and then put your trousers on over the top. You and I are going shopping for other clothes for you to take on holiday.”
Paul’s head was in a whirl, but he was not too concerned at her order. He opened the drawer as she had instructed, took the garment out, and then pulled the knickers up his legs.
“Now come over here and show me how you look, you sissy slave.”
On hearing this, Paul’s face went red, and when Bridget saw it, she said, “It’s no good blushing, because all men that wear knickers are sissies. Now doesn’t that silk feel good against your skin? There is nothing like the feel of silk against the tender skin between your legs.” She could see that his manhood had risen while she had been talking, and she decided to push him a little further. “I see that the big thing between your legs has grown. Well, it is the first time in six months, because that is how long it has been since I felt it inside me. Now get around here to the side of the bed and drop those knickers to your knees.”
Paul was soon there, complying with her command. She threw the covers back and showed him her naked body. “Do you see my naked body, slave? Well, until you have learned your lesson, it will not be touched by your weapon. However, as a treat for signing the contract last night, I am going to allow you to look at my body and masturbate.” She saw the look of shock on his face and said, “That’s right, sissy. Play with your cock, and I want you to shoot your spunk all over my tits.” There was no mistaking the embarrassment on his face now, but he proceeded to comply with her wishes and it was not long before big dollops of cum landed all over her breasts.
“Very good,” she said, and asked, “Have you something to clean up the mess, slave?”
“I will find something, Mistress.”
“No, that will take far too long and the sticky stuff is getting cold. I think you had better get and lick it off with your tongue.” She saw the even greater shock on his face and he looked as though he was paralysed to the spot. “Come on, slave. It’s your mess. Now clean it up and be quick.” Bridget watched as his head reluctantly bent down over her breasts. “Make sure that while you are doing this task you keep your hands away from my body.” She lay back feeling him licking the whole of her breasts and chest, and she also knew that he was not missing any for fear of a reprisal. She felt him linger a little as he sucked her nipples clean.
He stood up and said, “Your breasts are clean, Mistress,” and by the way he had spoken she knew he had swallowed it all.
“You lingered on my nipples, slave, and if it were not for the fact that I cannot tell if there was more there than in any other place, I will put that down as your treat. Now, in future you know what to expect when you get excited, so don’t get excited while dressing up in knickers. It will not matter where you are the next time it happens. You will still be made to masturbate again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then finish dressing and go down for your breakfast.”
Half an hour later, Bridget walked downstairs and stepped over to the breakfast table. “This will be the last time that I allow you to eat off the same table while I am eating. Your place is in the kitchen. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Bridget.”
“After the first respect of the day with my name attached, you only need to call me Mistress after an answer or to ask a question. Now listen: we are going to the shops today and I will ask you questions and order you to do things. When I do, you will use just my name, but when inside the house once more it is Mistress again. Do you understand that, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good, because we will be going into three shops where I am well known, and they have been told I will be coming there with you so I don’t want any tantrums and don’t embarrass me. All that you have to do from now on is to trust me not to let you get hurt. Keep the contract in your mind twenty-four seven. Ok?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now once you have finished your breakfast, take the plates away and put them in the dishwasher. Then put your coat on, as we are going to the West End first and then to another place I’ve found.”
An hour they were walking in the West End when Bridget said, “We are going in this shop.”
Paul looked, and saw that it was a lingerie shop. His heart began pounding as though it was going to explode. Thankfully, the place was empty, and he was also thankful that it was early in the morning. Bridget walked over to bras and knickers and picked some out, then went to the counter telling Paul to keep close. As soon as she reached the counter, the young woman greeted her.
“Hello, Bridget.”
“Hello, Sonya. Do you have a matching suspender belt and bra with sheer black stockings? This is my husband, and he has this kink: he likes dressing in women’s lingerie, and I am fed up with him wearing mine.”
The girl laughed, and there was a snigger coming from the other girl as Paul’s face turned a bright red.
“Isn’t that correct, Paul? You like dressing in my clothes?”
‘Fuck,’ he thought. He had not expected this. Was he expected to answer? He knew he had no choice but to brazen it out.
“Yes, Bridget, but don’t you think that red is a little sluttish?”
Bridget had not expected that and nearly wet her own knickers, and answered, “No, I think they look fine.” ‘She thought, ‘I will have to get him back for that,’ and said, “Would you like to try the bra on, Paul?”
His face was even redder now and he was now feeling acutely embarrassed. “No, not really, Bridget. If it is the same size as the ones you wear at home, then I’m sure it will fit.”
Bridget could see the fear in his eyes and there was also a tremble in his voice, so she decided she was not going to push it any further for the moment.
The bill was paid and they left the shop without any more words being spoken. They walked past many other shops before Bridget stopped and again went inside. “Come on, you sissy,” she said as if irritated, and then turned to watch his face go red once more. “Stay close this time.”
This shop was also empty, and after picking up another suspender belt and stockings, they both walked to the counter.
The only girl in the shop served them, and said, “Hello, Bridget. Buying more sexy clothes to thrill your husband?”
“Not this time, Della. This person next to me is my sissy husband and they are for him to wear.”
Paul felt humiliated now, and he did not know what to do to hide the look of shame on his face, but worse was to come. £Can he put these on in your changing room, Della, only I have to find him a dress in a minute and I would like to see what the dress and lingerie are like together?”
“Yes. Use number three. It’s empty today because everyone is waiting for the sale to start on Monday.”
“Go on, Paul. Don’t wait around. Go and put them on, and keep them on while I pay.”
Paul was now finished; feeling as though his heart had fallen out of his body. It took him no time at all to put on the lingerie. He stepped out of the booth and saw both Bridget and the girl talking, and they burst out laughing as they watched him return.
The girl asked, “Do they fit, Paul. Are the stockings the right size?”
He did not know where to look. His face felt warm and he could feel his heart beating twenty to the dozen.
“Yes, they are fine,” he almost whispered.
* * *
The next shop was on the other side of London, and as they stepped inside Paul realised it was a sex shop. It was inevitable, he thought, as he saw the woman at the counter, that she was about the same age as he was. They walked up to the counter together as Bridget asked, “Have you got a French maid’s outfit to fit my husband. He is now my panty boy and sissy, and he is also a cuckold because of his lack of spunk inside his ball bag.”
The young girl looked at Paul and laughed, and so too did Bridget. Paul was stunned into silence, wondering if the embarrassment was ever going to end and feeling his cheeks burning once more.
“Yes, of course. Do you want to try it on him before you leave, Madam? Only, there is no changing room.”
“Yes, he can try it on out here, if that’s all right with you.”
As the woman walked away, Bridget said, “Take off all your clothes except for the lingerie.”
Paul’s face dropped, and she smiled as his expression pleaded with her. “Come on, don’t be shy. Strip off your man clothes so that you can try on your dress.”
Reluctantly, Paul stripped, and was standing half naked as the assistant returned.
She looked at the way he was dressed, and said, “At least he has good taste in lingerie. That’s more than most men have. I suppose it is what makes them effeminate.”
Paul’s face was now bright red, and all that he could see was Bridget’s face smiling at his discomfort. She unzipped the back of the dress and held it so that Paul could step into it. Once he was inside, she zipped up the back, and a few seconds later she had a pair of three-inch heeled woman’s shoes that she slipped on his feet. At that moment, the door opened and a young couple walked in. On seeing Paul, the girl started to giggle and the boy was smirking at him.
The girl serving them looked at the couple and then at Paul’s discomfort. and she felt sorry for him. She said to the young couple, “I will be with you in a minutes. This is a sex shop, so don’t smile at other people’s kinks while you are in here satisfying your own.”
Paul saw the couple were now embarrassed, and the assistant unzipped the dress so that Paul could step out, and at the same time kicking off the shoes. He dressed hurriedly, but knowing that the couple were embarrassed did nothing to lessen his own discomfort. Bridget could see Paul was just about at the lowest point of humiliation, and she decided not to add any more to his shame and embarrassment for the moment.
“Come on, Paul. We will get a taxi back to the house. It has been a long day for both of us.”
As they left the counter, Paul looked at the assistant and said, “Thank you for all you have done.” By saying this while the couple were still at the counter, Paul knew that Bridget would be surprised. She would never have expected him to have the confidence to do it.
“That’s ok, love,” she replied. “You take care.”
Then, as Paul walked past the couple, he stared straight at them. Bridget almost laughed as both of them went bright red in the face.
Bridget insisted Paul sit opposite her in the cab, but they made the journey home in silence. He carried the bags in and paid for the cab, but Bridget was acting as if he did not exist. Inside, Bridget had made herself a coffee from the percolator and sat down at the table. Paul put the shopping down and asked, “If you have nothing for me to do for the moment, could I go to the toilet, Mistress?” His voice was trembling.
“Yes, of course. You don’t have to ask for that, but use the downstairs one.”
Paul turned away and walked past the kitchen while Bridget kicked off her shoes. She sat for fifteen minutes wondering where he had got to, and then decided to go and look for him. At the toilet door, she stopped and listened, and she could hear him crying quietly to himself. She decided not to interfere. After going quietly back to the table, she sat down and waited for him to pull himself together. Bridget knew that she had put him through a great deal during the day, and she had no need to be cruel. It was another ten minutes before Paul came back, but she could still see that he had been crying. She could also see that he was feeling very uncomfortable, and she said, “You must find the bottle of disinfectant that we used in that toilet and throw it out. It has made your eyes go red.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I will send for a takeaway from the Chinese this evening, and tonight you will be sleeping in the room next to mine. That is where you will spend your nights until I think you have learned a little. You will not sleep with me, but I might wish you to make love to me so that I can compare you against other lovers. On those occasions, you will return to your own room afterwards. You will just be my whore when I need a prick to satisfy me; well, that is if you can satisfy me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The Chinese takeaway came, and Bridget put it out onto two plates and walked into the dining room with hers. She had been sitting there for five minutes before she shouted, “What are you doing, Paul?”
He jumped up and came to the door, and answered, “I am eating my meal, Mistress, in the kitchen as you told me this morning.”
She could have kicked herself for the stupid mistake, and she realised that she had to save face. “Then go and eat it. Afterwards, you are to come and see me, because I have things to tell you.”
It was twenty minutes later when Paul came and stood in front of her. She looked up and said, “This week will be a strange week for you, because there are a lot of things to get through. I have a party tomorrow night with some girls I knew at school. It will be held here and you will be serving us with drinks all evening. You will be wearing that delightful little costume I bought for you today. Won’t that be nice?”
She watched as his face went as red as a beetroot, and knew that she was pushing him to his limit. It was all within the terms of the contract, and he knew it. She found that she was enjoying watching his humiliation and the way he wriggled with embarrassment.
“Now,” said Bridget, “As I have told you, you have neglected me in love and also in romance. Answer me this: when was the last time you took me to a West End show? I’ll tell: it was about two years ago. Three weeks ago, we made love, and afterwards I told you it was great sex and I will not change my view on that. Three weeks is a long time, and I have forgotten what we did. There will be men at this party, and you had better do as you’re told. Now, is there anything you wish to say before we go to bed?”
“These guests at the party, do I know them, Mistress?”
Bridget could hear a slight tremble in Paul’s voice, and answered, “How should I know if you know them or not? I don’t really care if you feel humiliated when they see you in your sexy sissy clothes, because you only have yourself to blame. You will be wearing all that I picked out for you today, because I just loved seeing you in the suspender belt and stockings. I might even tell my friends about how you like to dress in sexy lingerie because, knowing them, they will get a big kick out of treating you like a girl. You might like all the attention.
“You have read the contract you signed and you know what to expect. I will also try to find someone to escort me that night, as you are not going to be up to it. You could have been at my side, but your work always came first, so the chance has been missed. I might even find a lover to test against you, because all I know is that we have made love so little over the past six months you could be crap and I haven’t noticed.” She saw the hurt look in his eye and the colour drain out of his face, and she knew the thought of her with another man had struck him a low blow. “Now you have been told all you need to know, you had better go to bed and wish you had been a better husband. After I find an escort to give me love and sex, you might also wish you had been a better lover.”
Paul walked away up the stairs and into the spare room where he stripped and got into bed. He used the remote to switch off the light. He could not help feeling sorry for himself and the way things had turned out, but he knew he was to blame and that all Bridget had said was the truth. He started to wonder if his lovemaking was any good. Maybe he was, as Bridget put it, crap. What if she did find an escort who was good looking and charming enough for her to take to bed, and what if he did turn out to be a better lover than Paul? Tears started to fall from his eyes and his stomach was churning around, not allowing him any peace.
His thoughts were broken when a light came on, and then he remembered the two-way mirror that Bridget had installed. From where he was lying, he could see the whole of Bridget’s room except for the last few feet near the door. Bridget was standing in the middle of the room and she was stripping off her clothes. In no time, she was naked. She placed her clothes on a chair and went over to the bed, lying on top and not bothering to pull the covers over her body. That was nothing new, because the temperature in the house was constant and there were many nights that she did this. Tonight, he wished she had not. Looking at her naked body lying on the bed was going to be a constant reminder of what he might have just handed to another man. As if she knew he was watching and what he was thinking, she gave him mercy by turning off the light. He knew that this was going to be hard, and he wondered if his heart could take the pain it was about to receive.
* * *
The light started to filter through the window, and Paul got up and went to the bathroom where he showered and brushed his teeth. As he was walking back across the landing, he heard Bridget shout, “Come here, Paul. I want to speak with you.” He turned away from his bedroom door and stepped towards hers, and went in.
“Paul, I want you to fetch all your clothes into my bedroom and put them away in the wardrobe.”
Without saying anything, he went back into the spare room, the one that was his now for the foreseeable future. He picked up all his clothes off the floor along with his shoes, and then looking around for any more before returning to Bridget’s room. He hung them in the wardrobe, putting his socks in the wash basket, and stood in front of her in just his boxers.
“Take off those as well and put them in the laundry basket,” she told him. “You have no need for them today, or any day until I say you can wear them again. All you need with your clothes is a pair of knickers. I want my sissy husband to be wearing sexy clothes for a long time, so you can start by putting on the clothes I bought you yesterday.” Bridget saw his face go red, and she laughed, “Your humiliation has not even started yet, my sissy maid.”
As she spoke, Bridget was sitting in the bed, naked an uncovered, with her legs spread. “The bags are down there at the side of the door. Bring them here, and I will give you what I wish you to wear.”
The bags were brought over and handed to Bridget, and after putting the dress to one side she took out the red suspender belt, and threw it over to him saying, “Put on whatever I throw to you.” She threw the red bra and she saw his face go red, but he took hold of it all the same. She threw a packet of stockings over to him and then watched as he put them on, getting the suspenders almost straight, and then finally it was the matching red knickers.
“Slip your flat shoes on and your dress.” She was smiling, but not in a nasty way as he did all that she instructed. He had a little trouble pulling up the zip on the dress but managed it in the end. She then told him to sit at her dressing table while she fixed his hair, and he sat down and faced the mirror as she stood up.
Paul’s hair was long, down to his shoulders, and always had been. Bridget stood behind him and took hold of his hair. She wetted it down with a lotion from her drawer, and started to comb, brush and style it. She used hair grips to keep it in place while she sorted it out the way she wanted it, and she could see Paul’s eyes on her in the mirror all the time she was doing it. She used the hair dryer, pulling out some of the hair grips as it dried, and then put a white maid’s cap on his head.
“Stand up and let me look at you,” she told him, and gazed at her creation. “Just a little light coloured lipstick, blusher and then you’re done.”
A few minutes later, she stood back and looked at him once more. “You look very feminine, my sissy maid. I just love seeing you dressed as a girl.”
Paul’s face was red, and she smiled at him. “The people at the party tonight will love you.” She saw his shocked expression. “Sorry, Pauline. Didn’t I tell you the party was tonight? Now you are dressed, go downstairs and get my breakfast ready while I have a shower.”
As Paul obediently went downstairs, Bridget went to the bathroom and it was forty-five minutes before she came down into the dining room. The breakfast table had been laid ready for her and she could hear Paul in the kitchen. She started her breakfast, and when she had finished she called him.
“Pauline, would you come here please. I have a few instructions for you while I am out arranging for the food to arrive.”
Paul came in at once and stood in front of the table looking at her. She could see he was not happy with any of this.
“Now, once I leave you will go and make my bed and your own. All the washing in the baskets must be done. You do know how to use the washing machine, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then the kitchen floor must be cleaned, and the washing up done and put away. I don’t know when I will be back, but it will be before four this afternoon.”
At that moment there was a knock at the door. Paul’s face went white and he looked at Bridget, but she said, “Don’t look at me. Go and answer it. You’re the maid.”
Paul was shaking as he went to the door and opened it. There was a young man outside, looking young enough to be still in college but smartly dressed. “I’m Donald. I work for the same firm as Bridget. Is she in?”
“Yes,” said Paul politely. “I will take you to her.” He led Donald through into the dining room.
As soon as Donald saw Bridget, he said, “I hope I have not come at a bad time, only something urgent has come up and it will need your touch to sort it out. Is Paul not about? Surely he’s not working on a Sunday? No wonder you’ve been acting like a bitch on heat just lately if he’s spending all his time working instead of looking after you.”
Bridget laughed. “He’s standing right behind you. Didn’t you know he’s a cross-dresser? He’s my maid today, but he’s about as much use as a spare prick at a wedding. All these years married, and now I find he is like this. What a waste of time. Anyway, I might have been like a bitch on heat these last few months but it’s all going to change. I might find a lover to do the things that he can’t, and I don’t suppose he’ll give a hoot. Isn’t that right, Pauline?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Paul answered, and a tear slipped down his cheek.
“It’s no good shedding a tear, now you perverted sissy boy. He loves dressing in the sexiest of underwear, don’t you, sissy boy? Come on, sissy. Show Don your underwear. Lift the hem of your skirt.”
Paul’s shame was now complete, but there was more to come. The tight silk rubbing against his manhood had made it grow hard, and as he lifted up the hem of the dress, he went bright red in the face.
Bridget shouted, “What’s this, you fucking pervert? I told you what would happen if you got aroused again in your work clothes, didn’t I? Well? What did I tell you, Pauline?”
“I don’t remember, Mistress,” replied Paul miserably.
“I told you I would make you masturbate, and it would not matter where we were or who was watching. Now, drop your knickers and start playing with yourself, you pervert.” She turned to Don, and said, “I have to do this, Don, because it is what his psychoanalyst told me to do.”
“Please, Mistress, don’t make me do this. I promise it won’t happen again,” begged Paul, with a look of fear on his face and a tear running down his cheek.
“Do as you’re told or it will be a lot worse for you later when there aren’t any guests here. Just remember, we have a contract that is binding no matter what. Now, stop messing me about.” She watched as Paul pushed his knickers to the floor and she gave him a tissue. “Use this, you filthy pervert. Come on, sissy boy. Show Don and me how you haven’t got enough spunk to give me the baby I want.”
More tears fell from Paul’s eyes, and he started to play with his manhood. It seemed to him that it was an age later when a little dropped out the end. He found it almost impossible to be doing it in front of someone else.
Don laughed, saying, “No wonder you are not pregnant if that is all he can produce. What a waste of space he is.”
Paul wished the ground could open up and swallow him. He was completely broken. “May I leave the room now, Mistress? I have work to do.”
Bridget smiled and said, “Yes, go and wash your hands then start your duties, you perverted panty boy.”
Paul pulled up the knickers, and turned and went out of the room and into the downstairs toilet. A few minutes later he came out and went straight to the kitchen where he started to clean up.
In the dining room, Bridget said to Don, “Why don’t you come with me today? If you have nothing else to do, we can go and have a drink. You can tell me all about this case and what is expected of me. I’ll just go and tell the maid I am going, then we will be off.”
Bridget went to the kitchen and Don went with her. “Now,” she said to Paul, “Make sure you do all I have told you, or else there will be a lot of pain for you next week. I mean what I say.”
“Do you always mean what you say, Mistress?”
“Of course I do, you stupid sissy maid.”
Don laughed, and said, “He does ask stupid questions, doesn’t he? It just shows what kind of filthy pervert he is.”
Bridget laughed as well. “Yes, it does. Dressing like he is in front of strangers shows just how stupid and perverted he really is,” and she laughed once more.
Bridget and Don left the kitchen and went out to the car. It was not until she was getting into the car that she realised what Paul had asked her and what her answer had been. ‘Fuck! Fuck, fuck!’ she thought to herself furiously.
Paul did all the work he had been told to do and sat down on one of the seats in the lounge for a rest. He looked at the clock and saw that it was now two in the afternoon. He had no idea what to think about all of this, but one thing was for sure: Bridget was making him pay big time. He knew he had no choice but to go along with it, because his signature was on the contract and he would not break his word. She had threatened him with pain, and he was unsure what she meant by that. How long he was sitting there he had no idea, but eventually he heard the key turn in the door lock and he jumped up before Bridget entered.
He watched her walk through the door with the bags and put them down on the floor. “Pauline; empty the bags out and start putting the contents on plates from the kitchen. You will be serving them to our guests tonight, and I’ve invited Don to come to the party as well. He has been entertaining me all day, and I have to admit he has done more with me in a few hours than you have in six months. He is always happy and never short of a conversation. He’s very good company all round.”
While she was talking, Paul started putting all the food on plates, putting cling film over them and then putting them in the fridge that he had cleared out earlier. Paul had not realised how late it was. In fact, it was now almost time for the people to arrive. When he looked at the clock, his heart started thumping loudly and he began trembling. As scared as he was, he had almost given up caring. It didn’t matter any more. He had hit rock bottom, and although it might all become worse, she had shown him what she thought of him that morning. He was just going through the motions now. He was in fear of losing Bridget to some macho stud that she might find, and he was thinking about just admitting defeat. Somehow, that was even more difficult than what he was doing. He would have to play her game right to the end, knowing that he had already admitted defeat to himself but also knowing there was no way he was going to show her his feelings or how hurt he was.
There was a knock on the door and he just walked over and answered it, surprising Bridget that he had not had to be told to do it. There were two men and two girls all of his own age at the door, and he let them in saying, “The Mistress is expecting you.” He followed them in and asked, “Would you like a drink Sir and Madam?”
“No, that’s ok. We’ll find them ourselves, love.”
Don turned up half an hour later, and as soon as he saw Paul he started laughing and pushed past him as if he was not there, almost knocking him over. Paul closed the door and went back into the kitchen, hoping he could stay invisible for the evening but sure that Bridget would not let him do so. By nine-thirty, all the guests had arrived and by eleven-thirty they were getting merry. Don was spouting his mouth off to all the guests. It was time to walk out once more with the trays and offer them around.
He walked out into the lounge and one of the women asked him, “Are you a man or girl?” but he would not answer. He carried on with the placing out of the food and more drinks, then he turned and was about to walk out of the room.
“Come on, you fucking pervert. Answer the lady. She is more a lady than you!” Don told him. “Do you know what? This is Bridget’s husband. This morning she made him masturbate in front of her. He doesn’t seem to be able to give her a baby, and I am not surprised because the little bit of cum was as big as my thumbnail.” The other guests laughed, and then Don grabbed hold of Paul and added, “That’s right, isn’t it, Pauline? Or is it Paul? Tell them that you are a fucking pervert and a fucking cross dresser. Tell them you cannot give Bridget a baby.” Then he slapped Paul around the face and grabbed his arm. With his other hand, he reached under the dress and ripped the knickers off. Paul looked around for Bridget but could not see her. There were tears in his eyes from the slap, and everyone in the room was laughing at him. There was also a big handprint across his face.
“Now tell them, you fucking queer cunt,” demanded Don, and slapped Paul on the other cheek so hard that it brought more tears to his eyes. “Look at him. He is crying like a fucking baby, the perverted slut.” At the same time he lifted the dress. “Look at that little prick. Come on, tell the other guests that you’re a fucking pervert and you can’t give Bridget a baby, and it’s because you’re not man enough.” Then he screwed Paul’s arm up his back.