“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John.

She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table.

John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it.

“It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?”

John hung his head and said nothing. Then he started to mumble.

“What was that? I didn’t catch it”

John replied he did love her. He loved her so much that he trusted her with the most important part of his body.

“Hmph” Sally said rather crossly. She let out a huge sigh of breath. What possible good is that with you locked away? How much did it cost anyway”

John showed her the receipt. Sally went mad. “We could have bought carpets for the whole house for that price” After a brief pause she went on “Well, what would I get out of it? What would I have to do?”

“It would need you to tease me and get me worked up and deny me release”

“What’s in it for me? It sounds stupid”

“I would have to earn the right to make love to you”

“Well, you do now. You more than satisfy me”

“But I would not be able to take you or sex for granted”

“I am sorry I just do not see it myself”

“Give it a try”

“If you want to lock it away, do it yourself. I want nothing to do with it”

“Please, just try it”

“Put it on yourself”

John stripped off and locked it in place. “While I am wearing this, you could do a sexy strip or wear micro skirts or anything to get me screaming to get at your body”

“If you think I am going to wear those ridiculous length skirts that show my knickers off like you wear, your French Maid’s outfit, you had better think again” Sally screamed at him.

John offered Sally the keys. Sally threw them on the table. “I suggest that as it is dark, you had better throw the keys in the garden and look for them in the morning”

John left the keys on the table hoping she would change her mind. “Then there is this attachment”. He produced a dildo that clipped on the front. He fastened it to the belt, “See, you get pleasure while I am left frustrated”

“So why the need for you to get frustrated?”

“Because that will make me want you all the more”

“Forget it. I want nothing to do with it”

John got out a magazine which showed there was a key holder’s service. He could get them to hold the keys.

“More money wasted. Oh for pity’s sake, give me those keys.” John offered her the keys and immediately begged to be let out.

“Oh no. That is not the point of it. You have the keys in your hands. Let yourself out now if you want out. Let me sleep on it tonight and think about it”

Penny grabbed the keys and went to bed. John followed her and using circular motions on her clitoris, soon brought her to a tremendous orgasm. She shoved her bum hard up against the belt. “It does feel nice I give you that, and I have enjoyed what you have done. If you make it worth my while, I might, just might go along with it. But I am not promising anything”

Sally soon dropped off to sleep. She woke during the night to find John was soundly sleeping. She felt the belt. It strangely enough felt rather nice to run her hand over it knowing she has him locked up. Maybe she should give it a try.

The next day, Sally told John he must not get dressed. When asked why, she replied she wanted to look at it from all points of view and think about it. Then came the questions. “What are these “D” rings on it for?”

“I have bought some cuffs and they can be attached to the belt so I can’t use my hands to escape”. Sally made him put them on and she attached them to the belt. John’s hands were now fastened to his sides. Sally looked at him. “You pathetic little wimp. What are you?”

“That’s it mistress. Thank you. I would like you to be a strict disciplinarian and chastise me”

“Well, I am going out shopping with the girls soon. I suggest that you escape before I bring them back here”

“But I can’t escape. It is impossible. You wouldn’t bring your friends back and show yourself up would you?”

“It wouldn’t show me up. It would show what a kinky husband I have got.”

John started to moan. Sally watched him struggle hopelessly against the cuffs attached to the belt.

“What else have you bought?”

John told her to look in his wardrobe and she will see a carrier bag full of toys. Sally went and brought the bag back with her. She emptied the stuff out onto the kitchen table. It shook her what she found. Ankle cuffs with a short chain between. A length of chain with a clip each end fell out with the pile. “What’s this for?”

“You clip it to the D ring at the front and the other end to a ring or handle somewhere and I will have to stand where it is or try to escape”

“I wouldn’t want you wrecking the handles on the cupboards. Where did you think it would clip to?”

John told her to follow him and behind the front door, she found he had fastened a screw bolt. “I did it to keep the front door open. But the clips will fit”

Sally tried it. “Come here” she fastened the other end to the chastity belt. “Try and escape”

John showed her that he had fitted the screw bolt too high for his hands to reach. He could reach the clip if he jumped. But that was it. He could not get the clip off nor undo the clip on his belt. She left John there while she got ready to go out.

“I would try to escape if I were you” she told him, “I am sure my friends will have fun with you dressed like that” she called out from the lounge. She could hear John doing his best to escape. From the number of thumps where John landed on the ground again, she knew he was trying his best to get away from behind the door. And of course she could hear him calling out for her to come and let him go.

Sally went back into the hallway wearing only her bra and knickers. She was wearing the ones that got John really randy. “I put these on especially for you. Aren’t I kind? But where I want you to give me a good seeing to, you are stuck in that infernal chastity belt. But I am fed up with hearing you call out” She pinched his nose and when he opened his mouth, she placed a gag in it and buckled it behind his head. “Now I can get ready in peace” But before she left him again, she fastened his ankles together with the ankle cuffs.

John was trying desperately to escape to allow himself to have a full erection, but the metal tube he was encased in was unforgiving and would not allow him the pleasure of a response. He could feel the tube pressing on his semi erect penis.

Sally took her time getting ready. John could hear her on the phone to her friends arranging a meeting time and place. Eventually she went back into the hall and faced John. She was wearing a fitted black dress with a long back zip. “Do my zip up for me” she said as she removed the gag from John’s mouth.

“How?”

She turned her back on John. He could not hold the dress down, nor pull the zip up. He could not reach it and the chain to the eyebolt would not let him stoop. Sally released the chain. “Use your mouth”. She held the dress down and felt the zip slowly rising, pulling the material closer round her.

John had trouble at first getting the zip pull with his mouth. A couple of times it slipped out of his lips. “I hope you are not making my dress all wet and slobbery” John told her he had not. Eventually the zip reached the top. But as he pulled the zip up, John could smell the perfume he liked. Again he felt randy but could do nothing. “Please take this belt off of me and make love to me” he said in a pleading voice, “I am ready to make love to you now”

“You might be, but I am not. I am going out. Just so I don’t lose the keys, which would be serious wouldn’t it, I will give you a present. You might be able to escape” With that she got some twine threaded the keys on it and hung it around John’s neck and tied it up.

John was unable to reach the twine to slip it over his head. “That will give you something to do while I am out. Shout out if you want someone to find you and let you out. They may have to break the door down though. I will leave you to ponder your fate” With thta she refastened the chin from the belt to the bolt.

With that she put her matching jacket on and left the house. John stood there wondering what was coming next. After a few hours he grew bored of just standing there looking at the wall. He had imagined he had been captured by some woman who was going to use and abuse him. Thoughts of Sally coming back and giving him a blow job gave him something nice to think about. He even dreamt of her friends coming back with her and having fun at his expense. But overall, he was bored.

Sally on the other hand, although she was with her friends kept thinking about that chastity belt and John. No matter how much fun they were having together her thoughts kept wandering to that chastity belt.

They wandered around the shops and came to an Anne Summers shop. Looking at all the saucy underwear, occasionally holding the items up to themselves, the girls laughed but Sally was not up to enjoying herself and wished she had not come. Her laughs were half hearted affairs. One of the girls asked what the matter was, but Sally replied “Nothing is wrong”.

But the girls finished up in a wine bar having a few drinks. The conversation turned to sex as usual. One girl made them laugh, even Sally, when she said that her boyfriend bought her a Basque and she made him wear it. Another told how her husband loved to wear women’s panties and tore up all his pants. Another told how they were into bondage. The last spoke up how her fiancé liked to wear dresses.

Sally asked them one by one if they liked it or not. Each said it did not bother them. The one whose fiancé wore dresses said she loved the smooth feel of his legs after he shaved them and she enjoyed fixing his make up for him, “It gives me a chance to try different foundations and colours on him”

One by one, the girls with their tongues now loosened by alcohol, spilled out their innermost secrets. Eventually the girls, all four of them, turned their eyes to Sally. “Well, come on, let’s have your dirty secrets” they chorused.

“I can’t tell you”

“We will tell no one, just give it as it is. We can discuss an answer to your problems. Is it money troubles? We have given you our innermost secrets”

“We have more than enough money than we need. It is just, well; things are not working out between John and me”

“What is he keeping you starved of sex? Get a toy boy”

“Our sex life was great. He was the” Sally took another gulp of her Pernod, “romantic person I craved. In fact he was too much at times. I would find flowers waiting for me on the table when I got home. Chocolates by the box load”

“You lucky cow. What are you moaning at?”

Sally looked apprehensive. A few more glasses of Dutch courage and encouragement from the girls and sally spilt the beans. “It started out all romantic. The knight in shining armour just for me”

“He wears a suit of armour?”

“Shush, let Sally finish”

“Sort of. We tried bondage. I didn’t mind that. I would tie him up and read my book. But then it went into cross dressing and I had to tease him. He loved me tying him up while he was in a skirt and would struggle to escape. I would tease him. Whenever his slip showed or his knickers, I would rib him something rotten. But I have to admit; he got his own back afterwards and used to leave me breathless with our lovemaking”

“So what is wrong with that?”

“Well, now it has got to a stage where he wants me to lock him in a chastity belt and only let him out when I want it”

“Wow”. The girls gasped in astonishment.

“The problem is, I want it more than him”

“What him to wear a chastity belt? Why?”

“No. I want sex more than him”

“Get him to wear a strap on over it for you”

“It isn’t the same. I love to feel a hot throbbing cock inside me”

“Get a toy boy”

“I still love him”

“How long has this chastity belt been going on?”

“It started yesterday. I got home early and found it on the dining room table. Of course I recognised was it was it straight away. It cost him a fortune”

“Is he wearing it now? At this moment?”

“Yes”

“Give us the keys and we will make him beg to shag you”

“I can’t. I want nothing to do with it. I put the keys around his neck”

“What is the point of that?”

“He is chained behind the door and cannot reach the string”

“Wow, you do really like it then”

“No, I must admit it feels nice running my hand over it, but what use is it to me? It makes me frustrated”.

“Play up to it. Put some bells on it that he can’t take off. You know the little ones kiddies have on their prams. With all the jingling, you will know he is around and it will drive him mad. Can we see him?”

“No, I can’t let you see him”

“Get a divorce!”

“I love him, but not this”

A few more Pernods and Sally had to be escorted home. The girls opened the door to see John standing there naked except the chastity belt. His face went as red as a beetroot. “Well what have we here then?” one of the girls screamed. One by one they slapped his bum and gave it a run, but they had to get Sally to bed.

Once that was completed, they turned their attention to John once more. “Well, aren’t we the naughty boy then. All nicely tucked in and locked away. Come on then, you can have us. Us poor defenceless girls are at your mercy, you wicked evil man, defiling us like this”

With that they all laughed. One of the girls said she would stay with Sally to make sure she was okay. Another put the gag into John’s mouth and buckled it up. “Just to make sure you do not disturb Sally as she needs her sleep. You won’t need these anymore. I am putting your fantasy into action. You are locked away never knowing if you will ever get release, which I doubt. Now we can get Sally to take on a lover” She took the keys from around John’s neck. She dropped them into her bag and three of them left leaving the other to tease and torment John.

The girl they left behind unclipped John from the wall and pulled him into the lounge, hopping all the way, where she sat down in Sally’s chair and made him sit on the footstool. “You are my TV remote for the night. Channel One please”

John sat there. “I am sure the key could be destroyed trapping you in that thing forever” John sat there not responding. The girl got up and went into the kitchen. John could hear her searching around. After a little while he came back with a length of curtain wire. She pushed John off of the footstall and gave him a severe thrashing of the curtain wire on his bum. Red wheals appeared criss-crossing where the wire landed. John screamed against the gag and tried to stand up. The girl laughed at his attempts to stand, fastened as he was.

Eventually John got to his feet with the greatest of difficulty, through which the whole of the time the girl was laughing at him and calling him pathetic, but with his hands at his sides, his feet fastened together it was no easy task and took a lot of energy to stand up.

John hopped to the TV and kneeling, changed the channel to channel one. It was hard with his hands stuck to his waist. The girl laughed even more. “Back here and sit on the stool” she said waving the curtain wire around. John hopped back to her and sat down. Several times he had to hop over and change channels. He was worn out by the time the girl decided to check on Sally.

Eventually Sally stirred and the girl left. Sally came into the lounge to find John sitting on the footstall, still bound and gagged. Sally removed the gag, “Where’s the keys?”

“One of your friends took them”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know her name, she has red hair”

“Jenny”

What are we going to do?”

Sally undid the clips and released John from the bonds holding him. “I am afraid I can’t go any further than that”

John was depressed, but Sally thought that perhaps this will give him the shock and make him drop the idea of a chastity belt.

They had a coffee, and afterwards John went to lie down to catch up on some sleep. Sally had to find Jenny.

A few phone calls and the girls met up again. Jenny gave Sally the keys, “I thought it might give him a shock if he thought he might never see the keys again. Only if I thought that you need a good screwing and he deserved it”

The girls laughed, Sally was not quite so amused. The girl who whipped John apologised for the marks she had left. “I thought that he wanted a tartar as a mistress and so I let him know what one is like”

“That would be nice, all of us in leather and him only in the belt” Jenny said. Again peals of laughter. Sally was not inclined to join in on the merriment. After lunch they all broke up and Sally went home.

She called out for John and gave him the keys. John rushed to the toilet. Soon she could hear him gasping with pleasure. She felt sickened by the fact he could not wait for her to get in the mood.

For the next few weeks no more was said. John didn’t wear the belt and they made love regularly. But then it started again. “I know I said I would forget it, but will you lock me in the chastity belt? Please”

“Oh for God’s sake, I thought you had got over it”

“So did I, but the thought of you teasing and tempting me and me being unable to ravish you is giving me terrific erections”

“Do you have to wear it?”

“I would love it. I would do it for you if it was the other way round. You wanting to wear it”

“Oh, go and put it on then”

John dropped his trousers and pants and managed to put it on. He went to hand Sally the keys, but she refused to take them.

“Get dressed”

“Please take the keys”

“You keep them”

“What’s the point in that?”

“You can put it on and take it off when you want”

“Yes, but that is not the idea. The thing is I have to get you in the right mood to allow me to get release”

“So in other words, you want to be denied sex unless I want it?”

John nodded yes. The look of excitement in his eyes said it all.

“And what am I supposed to do if I suddenly feel like it and the keys are not in sight? By the time you get it off, I have lost interest”

“I will have to use my fingers and tongue as I have already explained”

“Look, I felt a fool telling my friends about your kink. Why make me do this?”

“Please try it and if there is no improvement in our love life in a month, I will take it off and forget it”

“That seems fair. Okay. I will do it for you for the trial period. One month you have to prove it is worthwhile”

Sally carried on with the housework while John sat at the computer making up a contract. He put the end date and all the rules he had to abide by.

After he finished it he handed it to Sally who simply folded it, looked at him, shook her head and put it on the mantle shelf.

After she had finished the housework she sat down, John made her a cup of coffee. She took it and read the contract. When she got to the part that he would have to be dressed as a French maid and be forced to do the housework she really felt down in the dumps. What had she let herself in for? Why her? Why had she got the kinkiest of men to live with? Her head was spinning. She needed to go out with her friends and get away from this nightmare.

A few days later, Sally and her friends met up again. They asked what was happening. Sally told them the latest escapade. They all looked at each other. It was Jenny that came up with a rescue plan that might shake him out of it. Sally was to dress him as a French maid. Nice short skirt with lots of frills on the knickers and petticoats. Then she was to take him to Jenny’s flat and leave him. With the chastity belt in place she could not take advantage and she would make sure he did the housework or she would not take him home and he would have to walk home dressed like that.

Sally saw the sense in it although she was not happy with the idea. But she agreed to go ahead with it.

As luck would have it, they had been invited to a hen night. John could be left at Jenny’s and they could go out and get drunk. All the girls were in favour of that and badgered Sally to agree to it. It was eight weeks to the hen night.

Over the next few weeks Sally had to make do with a few finger fucks and tongue lickings. She liked this and did not mind so much. But it got to her when one night she wanted to go the whole way and John said he could not perform. Sally went to sleep rather disappointed and frustrated.

Several times that week, when she wanted John to take her, he begged to not have the belt removed. “Do you love me or that bloody chastity belt?”

John replied that he loved her, but if she was to tease him with a sexy strip now and then when she didn’t fancy it, get him highly worked up and then refuse him, he would be more than happy to make it up to her. “Although I was embarrassed when the girls turned up, it was incredibly exciting for me. I thought I was going to burst. It was straining against the tube it is locked in. Especially when they took the key away and I thought that I would never get released ever” Sally shook her head. She did not know what to do.

The week before the hen night, the girls met up with Sally again. She told them of the sad state of things. “So he is now refusing your advances then?” Jenny asked.

Sally had to admit things were not as she would like. They seem to be sliding downhill all the way. So she agreed to take John to Jenny’s house and leave him there while they go out. To get him there, the girls had to go to Sally’s house and grab him.

They found John prancing around the house dressed as a French maid. His incredibly high heels ensured his petticoats and panties were showing all their lace. Jenny asked, “Is he still in that belt?”

Of course he is” Sally replied.

“Good. Girls grab him. Sally get ready. We will be back for you”

The girls grabbed John and then pushed him out to Jenny’s car. He was bundled in the back along with a girl who teased him all the way to Jenny’s flat. Another girl sat in the front and the other girls followed in another car.

On the way there, the girls acted as if he was not there. Apart from the one who sat with him stroking his stocking clad legs. “I bet you could get a nice stiff present for me couldn’t you. If only you could get that thing off and have your evil wicked way with me”

“That’s enough of that. We must think of a name for him er her” Jenny interrupted.

Eventually they came up with the name of Fifi. John was shoved into Jenny’s flat. They managed to get him into the flat without being seen. The girls made Fifi get the drink and jenny showed him where the things he will need for the evening and where Jenny kept the drinks. They sat and talked about the evening to come. They were off to a male strippers show. Fifi entered the room, gave them their drinks and gave a deep curtsey. The girls hooted at that. “Go into the kitchen and make some sandwiches. There is ham and cheese in the refrigerator.”

John went and made some sandwiches and brought them into the girls. He passed them round and as each girl took a sandwich, he gave a curtsey and thanked her for taking the sandwich.

“Fifi is well trained I must say” one of the girls said. The others agreed.

“Fifi, go and sit in the kitchen until we call you”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am” John gave a deep curtsey and turned and left. The dress swishing round as he turned. The girls hooted with laughter and derision as even more of his petticoats was flashed at them.

The girls left to get ready leaving Jenny and Fifi alone in her flat. “Right, now either you get this place spick and span or you will be thrown out and have to walk home like that”

“But you can’t do that”

“Why. Nobody knows you. I can deny I know who you are. What difference does it make to me if you are seen as the wimp you are, mincing along the road showing you are wearing frilly panties?”

John looked at her. “But you wouldn’t do that would you. For Sally’s sake if not mine”

“I don’t suppose Sally would care at the moment. You are not giving her what she requires. She would be better off throwing you out”

John felt the sharp response from Jenny. That last statement hurt. Jenny went on. “I will make a fine examination of this place when I get back. It had better be spotless. Hold still while I put on your makeup”

John didn’t wear makeup and shook his head to say that he didn’t want it put on him.

“I like my maids to be pretty at all times. Now let me put it on you or out you go. Make your mind up. Sit in the chair if you want me to fix it for you or there is the front door”

John looked at Jenny. He thought about leaving, but then again, it was what he wanted. John sat down. “There’s a good Fifi” Jenny said mockingly, “You know what’s best for you if you ever want to see that little cock of yours again”

Jenny really went to town on John. In the end he finished up with blusher on his face, false eyelashes and a deep red lip gloss. “There Fifi. You are ready to start work. When we get back, you must make sure that you are perfect. If your make up runs, you must fix it so we girls may enjoy the work of art you are creating. Feel free to use my make up” With that, she sprayed perfume all over him.

John was speechless. The flat needed a spring clean. Jenny got ready and left the flat to join the others. John was left wondering whether Jenny would really throw him out dressed like this. But he had not take chances and got busy with cleaning the place up. Although it was tidy, Fifi went around dusting and polishing. Even where it did not need it.

He minced about the flat and quite enjoyed himself. He looked in the full length mirrors in the bedroom and posed showing his petticoats and panties off. He loved to see the frills encasing his bum.

The girls had all met up by now and were getting merry on drinks. They went to a club where there was a ladies evening set out for entertainment. It started out with a comedian as compare. Sally found him amusing and the laughs made her forget her problems with John.

A female impersonator was the first act. The girls called out to “gerrem off” The audience went into hilarious laughter. Sally did not think much of this act as she immediately thought of John. “I wonder how Fifi is getting on” whispered jenny in sally’s ear, “We should have brought her. He is more realistic than this act”

Sally said she didn’t think much of this act and went to the bar. Jenny followed and they had a good heart to heart as much as they could against the noise of the music that was booming out over the sound system.

The act finished and there was a round of applause from the crowd. The two girls took the drinks back to their table. It had taken time to get them as they had to think what the others were drinking.

The compare announced the next act. It was a boy band. They were good, but had to try to sing against the cries of “off, off, gerrem off. Show us what you’re made of”. They must have been glad when they finished their last song. But they did get a tumultuous round of applause.

The next act was the main act. The male strippers. The club exploded with applause as they filed out onto the stage. The girls hooted at the strippers. Even Sally joined in. “Hope they show us everything” Jenny said. The girls all agreed. This was fun.

The strippers started with their jackets. They were dressed as airline pilots for the act. Sally looked on in mild amusement. The ties came off followed by the hats. Sally was starting to relax and enjoy herself. The shirts came off and the crowd erupted. Sally joined in and stood up and whistled at them. Shoes flew off. They were not wearing socks.

The strippers turned and with their backs to the audience, ripped off their trousers. They stood there only in a thong. “Phwoar” Jenny screamed and the loudness of it shook Sally. Now the strippers turned to face the women. The leader started a countdown from thirty. The whole crowd joined in, thirty, twenty none, twenty eight.

Eventually it got to one and the thongs went flying. They had taken everything off. One of the girls with Sally caught one of the thongs. The crowd went wild.

Jenny leaned over to Sally and shouted in her ear, “They are rather well endowed aren’t they” Sally agreed, She was struck on the size of their organs. “Don’t you wish you could get one of those inside you? Think of the sensations they would bring you. You could leave John in the belt and think of him never having sex again while this stud is giving you a dammed good screw”

Sally gave it a thought and a wave of pleasure swept her body. But she loved John as much as ever and could never do it. Jenny went on, “Look at him. All muscle. Look at those pecs. He could knock your tonsils out from the bottom while Fifi is mincing around in high heels cleaning my place up”

The thought was nice, but Sally could not do it. But the thought was exciting. She even felt damp thinking about his body slamming into her. The thought of John knowing that she was having the time of her life while he was never to get out of that chastity belt even gave her a tingle.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapturous applause as the strippers left the stage. She snapped back to reality. “I suppose I could use my toys while John has to watch and when we do make love, I can imagine it is one of these specimens wearing me out. Fantasies never hurt anyone” she thought.

The evening finished up with the comedian giving them all a laugh. Sally had to admit it was the best night’s entertainment she had ever had.

Eventually the show was over and they went to Jenny’s place. Fifi soon made them a drink and they spent a few hours discussing the show. John was feeling a little left out of it. One of the girls asked him to give them a sexy strip but he refused to the disappointment of the girls. But at least Jenny was satisfied with his make up so he was never pushed. And her flat was immaculate.

But at last it was time for Sally to go home. Jenny rang for a taxi. Then the problem struck home. How could John go home dressed like he was? The girls had been drinking so they could not drive. Jenny lent him a coat to put over the French maids outfit and when the taxi turned up, John sat in the back while Sally sat with the driver.

Back at home, Sally undid the chastity belt and started to turn John on, but he apologised as they girls winding him up had made sure he could not get in the mood. Sally told him to leave the belt off, but if he was in the mood later in bed, he could wake her.

Sally slept like a log all night. She woke up next morning to find John walking about naked except the chastity belt. “We need to talk” she said. John agreed and they sat and discussed where their relationship was going. Sally did not like playing second fiddle to a chastity belt.

A few days went by and Sally bumped into Jenny. “How’s it going?” Jenny asked.

“”We are drifting apart”

“No change then?”

“No, he still wears that chastity belt and I hold the keys for him”

“Meet me tonight at eight. I am going to get you to meet someone. I think it will do you good”

Puzzled, Sally wondered what Jenny was up to, but she did agree to meet her at the local bar at eight that night.

Back at home, John was still prancing round in his chastity belt. Sally was disappointed. She told John she was going out to meet Jenny and the girls. John could get his own dinner.

Sally met the girls at the bar and they had not been long there when the male strippers turned up. But they were not performing; they were there to meet the girls.

The evening went well. Sally felt at ease with Martin. He made her feel like a woman again. A very desirable woman at that. She felt as if she had known him for years. She doubted that he would be locked in a chastity belt.

The evening went well. Martin and Sally got on like a house on fire. The girls all noticed how she had looked more relaxed than she had for some time. The men had to go, but Martin gave her his telephone number.

The girls all urged Sally to meet him again. Sally was not sure, but that night as she lay in bed with John fast asleep safely locked in his chastity belt, she thought about Martin. It was not long before she found she was paying with herself. Her orgasm was terrific. She imagined being tied to the bed with Martin easing himself into her. Her writhing disturbed John who mumbled in his sleep.

Sally drifted off into a disturbed sleep. On one hand she loved John; on the other hand, there was Martin. The idea meant excitement for her.

The next day Sally phoned Martin while John was at work. They agreed to meet. Sally felt wicked and yet somehow, this did not seem wrong. When they met, it seemed like they had known each other for years. A few drinks and they were chatting like there was no tomorrow.

Somehow they finished up in a motel in bed where Martin made Sally feel like a woman for the first time in ages. She managed to have three orgasms one after the other. The size of Martin’s equipment, both in length and girth really put paid to the myth “size don’s matter” to her. She wanted this again at other times.

As they lay there in the bed talking about problems, Martin explained they had got a booking in Newcastle later in the year. Sally asked what the problem was. “We are not allowed to get involved with the clientele”

“So what is the problem? You are on stage”

“We are not allowed by law to get an erection. The girls wear as little as possible to try to get us to have one. They splay their legs apart as well. A lot don’t wear knickers either. It is difficult. I have to think about streams running. Last time I mucked up the routine and had to catch up”

“What you need is a blow job just before the performance”

“That would do it. Sex would be out of the question as I need my energy, but a blow job would be fantastic. I will have to shop around in the town before hand for a hooker to give me one”

Sally felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of some woman getting her lips around his mighty organ”

She suggested that they showered together. They did and when they were cleaned up, Sally knelt down and slowly eneased his penis with her lips. “God, this would make a fantastic gag. I would not be able to talk with one like this in my mouth. If only John was to tie me up for a change” she thought.

Her tongue flicked his knob and she slowly sent her head backwards and forwards so his prick went to the back of her mouth and down to her throat. Soon she felt him getting stiff once more. It was no use, this was hers. She didn’t want other women to use it.

Her tongue kept flicking away at him and he soon shot a load into her mouth. She pulled back and swallowed it. It tasted sweeter than John’s semen. Sally told Martin about this. “I don’t eat spicy food. I eat a lot of fruit and I don’t drink a lot. I have to watch my figure”

Sally imagined it was Martin that was locked in a chastity belt and she had the key on a gold chain around her neck. She felt a twinge in her pussy. But she snapped out of it to answer him, “I can understand that”

The afternoon wore on and they said their goodbyes and agreed to meet again.

Back home Sally prepared dinner for John. He came in and she demanded he stripped. It did not take him long to be standing naked except the chastity belt. Sally ran her hand over the smooth metal shield. She had to admit this was nice. But her thoughts turned to Martin.

She got the key to the belt and held it up in front of John. She slowly removed her clothes. John was getting excited by her actions. It did not take long for her to be naked in front of him. She removed the belt, but John did not get an erection. Sally felt rejected.

She fitted the dildo attachment to the belt and put it back on John. She eased herself onto the dildo and commanded John to give her one while she stood with her back to the wall like she used to when they first went out.

It brought back memories when they had a “quickie” out in the open in shop doorways and other places. But if only it was a hot throbbing prick doing the work rather than just a rubber dildo. She did get an orgasm, but not as violent as the ones Martin had given her. She thought about him even more.

John asked why the need for a quick shag. She had never asked for it like that before. But she had to carry on doing the dinner and just said, “Because I wanted one”

Sally met Martin every other day while he was in town, but the day was getting close when they had to go to Newcastle which meant staying away for two weeks. Sally was upset at this thought. They had two months in the meantime before the date.

John had become suspicious about Sally. She had not been asking for his services. Not even to get him to use his fingers or tongue. “Are you having an affair?” he asked. Sally told him not told be silly, she often wants a good shagging and other times she did not feel in the mood. John seemed to accept this explanation.

But it went on. Week after week. John really had suspicions about her infidelity and told her so. “So what if I did have an affair? With you stuck in that perishing thing, what use is it to me?”

John sat down and cried. “Perhaps we need a break”

“Divorce you mean?”

“No, go away and forget our troubles”

“A good idea. Then we can put all this behind us. Think of somewhere to go”

“No, we had better think of somewhere between us”

Sally suggested a few seaside places. John was suspicious. If she was to meet her lover, it would be in some sordid hotel at the seaside. “Let’s think of somewhere where we can tour from”

Sally looked at him. “Birmingham?”

John thought she was too eager with that reply. A few other places came up and then sally said, “What about the North-East? Newcastle. We can visit Scotland and the local counties from there”

John thought about it. Newcastle. That is far enough away to make her forget her lover for two weeks. Sally chose the date. The excuses she gave for that date included having her hair done, meeting the girls and other ideas that she got.

They chose a hotel in an industrial part of the city. John thought it was perfect. No lover would go here. He booked up for the date. Two weeks in the city. Absolute perfect.

The day came. Sally packed their cases while John got the car ready. Sally thought about what to pack for John and decided that she could leave him in his dresses and skirts while she went out. He would have to stay in the room while she went and met Martin. She packed two pair of handcuffs and some rope into her case. Eventually the car was packed and they set out.

It only took a few hours before they reached the outskirts of Newcastle. All they had to do is get to the hotel. The sat-nav they had took them straight there.

They registered and went into the room they booked. John went to the bar while Sally hung their clothes in the wardrobe. She son joined him and had a glass of Pernod. They spoke to the barman. “What brings you here to this God forsaken place?” he asked.

“We want to tour the area and I love industrial areas,” John replied.

“Be careful. There is a lot of problems here at the moment”

“Such as?” Sally asked.

“Well, they don’t like gays, faggots or sex change men or anything like that”

Sally asked what he meant. “Well they beat up a female impersonator at the club the other week. He finished up in hospital. He is still there. They caught a man in a dress the other day. They nearly killed him. It was only that the police turned up that saved him. They were going to castrate him”

“That is a bit drastic” answered John.

“That is what they are like round here” With that he went to serve other people. Sally and John went for a walk. “I can see what he means”, John said, looking at the characters around them. Sally agreed, “I wonder what they would do if they found that you are wearing that chastity belt”

“I shudder at the thought. They would probably kill me”

They went back to the hotel for dinner and a few drinks and then retired to their room when the bar closed. John was rather merry. He soon fell fast asleep.

The next morning, he was still sound when Sally got up and showered. She would have to go and meet Martin now he has turned up in the other side of the city. As John was sound asleep, “It must be the drink after that long drive” she thought, she slipped down for breakfast.

As she sat there she plucked up the courage to carry out the plan she had thought up. After finishing her breakfast she swallowed another cup of coffee and had a rethink. Was she doing the right thing or not?

As she waited for the lift, she met two of the maids. They were going about cleaning the rooms where people had checked out. That gave her an idea. She spoke to them and asked them to clean the room at eleven. “You might get a shock, bit if you go along with it, I will give you thirty pounds each” Sally went into details with them. They agreed to do it.

Sally reached their room and found John was awake. He was drinking a cup of coffee while sitting on the bed in only the chastity belt. “I suppose I have missed breakfast. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I tried but you were out of it. You were drunk last night. I fancied a bit last night and you crashed out of it”

John said nothing. “Lay down on the bed. I want you now” Sally said. John lay on the bed. Sally took out the handcuffs and rope. She cuffed his hands to the headboard posts and tied his feet together and then to the other end of the bed. “Shouldn’t my legs be spread so you can take the chastity belt off?”

Sally looked at him in disdain. “I don’t want you making any more noise”. With that she put the gag in his mouth and buckled it up behind his head. “I don’t want to take the belt off. I am off out, leaving you here”.

She could see the puzzled look in his eyes and decided to tell him what she was going to do. “I am off to see my lover. He makes me feel like I am needed. Not stuck in a chastity belt teasing me but preventing my use of his body. He is much better equipped than you for satisfying me”. John started to writhe and attempt to escape from the bonds, but Sally had made sure he could not escape.

Going to his wardrobe, she opened the door and started to take out all his clothes one by one to show him what she had packed for him and put each item back once he had seen them.

“I have packed your tightest hobble skirts, you know. The ones that only let you have a nine inch step. Your six inch high heels are here. There are panties in the draw. Your bras and blouses are in the other draws. You will find them. I packed your corset as well for you. In case you feel like going out”. Her final thing was to show him his French maid’s uniform.

“Now, you have a choice. Either you can decide to go out in the French maid’s outfit and everyone will know what a pathetic sleezeball you are or take a chance in the hobble skirt. You might not be found out so easily at night, but it would mean that if you are recognised as a man in a skirt, you would have little chance to escape. Now I have had a word with the maids. They are coming in at eleven to tidy the room. I have left a list of instructions for them. I have packed my bags and I am leaving you. I am taking all your male clothes so you will have to wear the women’s clothes. I am taking the keys to your chastity belt so you will never have the bother about worrying about sex ever again. I can always think of your frustration while I have a bunk up. I have bought an adaptor so you can hear me through the speakers that attach to your phone. Aren’t I kind? Have fun. I am afraid I can’t let you out of the handcuffs. I have given it to the maids already. They are the only ones who can release you. I am taking the car. Your clothes will be in the boot so you will never see them again”

Sally watched John writhe even more and scream through the gag. She laughed and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. But she came back in again, “Oh, and don’t forget, in two weeks, the time you have paid for will be up and you will have to leave. I wonder how far you will get before you are pounced on.”

She put the key to the room on the dressing table, “I won’t be needing this”. She left the room closed the door once more. Sally could hear him screaming through the gag and wondered how long it would be before he gave up trying to get help. He has only got an hour before the maids find him. What a shock they will get.

Sally drove to Martin’s hotel. He was nervous about the performance that night. “Never mind tonight’s performance. What about a good performance now” She looked at her watch. It was ten to eleven. Ten minutes to go.

Sally slowly undressed Martin. Once he was naked, she got him to sit on the bed and placed his manhood in her mouth. Once again with the flicking of her tongue and slowly moving her head back and forward, she soon made Martin ejaculate. She heard him groan in bliss.

Sally’s phone rang. The maids must have gone into the room and found John. The conversation proved it. If only she had set a camera up to record their shock. She hadn’t told them about John, but the note said they were to release him after they had fitted the speakers to the phone.

Sally told John to enjoy the sound show. Soon Martin and she were writhing together on the bed. Sally had one extreme orgasm after another. John was trying his best to escape and kept screaming through the gag to get the maids to release him, but they ignored him and sat on the bed listening to the antics coming over the phone.

They did have a shock seeing John naked except the chastity belt. They kept running their hands over the smooth material of it. As instructed, they plugged the speakers into the mobile phone and everyone heard what Sally and Martin were up to. By the time they heard Sally’s escapades, they were getting damp themselves. They lay on the bed and right next to John, they started playing with each other’s bodies.

“If only your cock was free. We could have even more fun. But I guess you are doing your thing right now aren’t you” one of them said to John. John grumphed through the gag.

John was highly turned on, but was unable to get an erection thanks to that belt. With the erotic noises coming from Sally and the two next to him writhing in ecstasy, John was highly aroused, but confined as he was, he was getting more and more frustrated and eventually collapsed back and gave up struggling.

By now Sally was screaming with pleasure. The two maids were naked and enjoying themselves. John was starting to cry. He realised what he had lost. All because of his urge for Sally to lock him in this chastity belt. Now it looks like he will never have the pleasure of sex ever again.

It seemed like two hours before the two maids had finished with each other. Sally had long turned the telephone off. But not until after she told John “Just to let you know I am having the time of my life”

The two maids had a shower and got dressed. “We were instructed to release you, but we like you like this. We have never done this before, but you got us so turned on that it felt natural. We couldn’t use you. We think we should leave you like this for the stay, but you will get bed-sores. If we release you, it will be no use to us”

One of them undid the gag. John’s jaw was aching and the relief was merciful. “I will strip to the chastity belt for you anytime if you release me. I am hungry and would like to eat”

One of the girls looked in his wardrobe. “How can you go out in these? You will be ripped to ribbons”, she said holding up the French maid’s outfit.

“I can’t. I don’t know what to do. She has got me in a fix. I just don’t know what to do”

The other maid said, “I have an idea. We will bring your meals up to you. But in return you will have to let us lock you to the bed”

“It’s a deal”

The first maid said, “I have an even better idea. If he puts this uniform on” she said holding up the French Maids outfit, “he could help us. We would get finished earlier and have more time for fun between the three of us”

The two maids agreed that was better for them. “I am not doing that” John said.

“Okay, go hungry for the two weeks. All you have to do is help make the beds, vacuum, dust and straighten things out. Isn’t that worth it for food?”

“But how can I go around the hotel dressed like that?”

“We are short staffed and the management would allow anything to get help. We will see Marion and explain to her that you would help. But she would have to interview you of course”

John bulked, but his stomach rumbling brought everything back into perspective. “That’s agreed then” one of the maids said. “Get ready and we will explain to Marion what has happened and ask her to come to your room. We can’t call Mr. Smith. What name was you given?”

“John”

“No, you must have a girls’ name”

“Fifi”

“Oh very apt. Take a shower and we will dress you and fix your makeup”

John said he would not do it. “A nice full English breakfast for putting on a dress? I think it would be worthwhile”

John thought about it. The maids left and carried on doing the last few rooms they had to clean.

It did not take them long as there were not that many guests. They came back and helped John into his uniform. They pulled the strings on the corset extra tight. “Now you have a nice feminine curve. Pity your hips are not wider or you had your own boobs, we could really make you feminine”

John said nothing as he stepped into the frilly panties. One of the maids, Sarah took great delight in pulling them up and making sure they sat right. “You do look pretty” The other maid said nothing. The corset was pulled even tighter than sally ever pulled it and it was tied off. He now had a slender waist.

The petticoats went on and when they pulled the dress over his head, they were surprised how the dress flared and showed his panties and petticoats. The other maid, Jean, told him to sit down and between them, they applied the makeup in such a way that only close scrutiny would show it is not a man under all the foundation and other stuff. Jean put the apron on him and Sarah smoothed it out. The stockings were attached to the corset and his high heeled shoes were slipped onto his feet.

Sarah finally settled the wig onto his head and brushed it for him. His little bonnet was pinned to the wig.

“Wow, you do look lovely. Wish we had uniforms like this” Sarah said, “You look more feminine than we do” Jean laughed and went to fetch Marion, the hotel manager.

Marion and Jean turned up. Marion stopped dead in her tracks when she saw John. “Meet Fifi” Sarah said, with a big grin on her face. “Fifi, meet Marion, the hotel manager” she turned to Marion, she would like to work here for two weeks in return of the supply of food”

“Hmm. Very apt name”, Marion murmured, “We could do with a waitress in the bar. And that is the perfect outfit for it”

“He would be ripped to shreds dressed like that. How about Fifi cleaning the rooms with us? All she needs is a meal”

“What and not let everyone see what a pretty uniform she has got?”

“Be fair Marion. It is no wages, just three meals a day. And you know he can’t run away dressed like that, can he”

“Well, okay Fifi, you can help the maids as required. But when the payment for your room is up, you have to go. We have not got the number of guests needed to keep it going and take you on full time. But I think a proper uniform is required. There may be one that fits in the office”

Marion left the room and Sarah followed. It was not long before Sarah was back. “The uniform is too small for you Fifi”

Every day, Sarah and Jean would knock at eight to make sure John was up. They left him breakfast and started their rounds to see what needed doing. They would then call for John and fix his makeup for him.

His meals were taken in his room. The girls certainly made sure he had enough to eat, and made sure he worked hard enough to earn it. But it was not long before the first week had gone by. Marion called him into her office. “Fifi, you have only one week left. Have you any method of paying for more time with us?!

John replied he did not. “Then I am afraid at the end of next week, I will have to let you go. I am sorry, but you will have to take your chances and go home as best you can in that state. Where is your wife? I will contact her and ask her to bring your clothes back. I will lend you some proper clothes. I am afraid it will only be a skirt and blouse. But at least it will be a bit better than walking the streets in those hobble skirts or that maid’s dress you are wearing”

“I don’t know where she is. I have tried phoning her, but she puts the phone down on me”

“Well go back to work and I will see what I can do”

Marion watched him walk out of the office, his dress hem bobbing up and down as he walked, revealing his petticoats and panties. She felt hot looking at him. Marion ran after him, “Your dress is not right Fifi, hang on” She tugged at the hem and gave his bum a pat. John gleefully jumped forward, “Oh mistress, you shouldn’t have done that; you will make my panties all greasy”

Marion laughed. That was fun. She remembered when she wore an outfit like that to a party and how her panties were blackened by the end of the evening. She would love to keep him on, but things are tight and the hotel cannot afford it.

Several times during the day, Marion went out of her way to come across John busy polishing or making beds. “You certainly are housetrained Fifi” she said at one time, “If only I could get hold of a hotel full of staff like you. But I have had an offer for this hotel and I may be giving the hotel game up”

Sally had not had luck either. With 2 days to go, she found Martin was with another girl. Sally went mad and Martin told her she was his fiancée. Sally stormed out with tears running down her face. What had she done? She had lost what she had because of a lack of understanding. Perhaps she could make it up to him.

She packed her clothes and jumped into her car. It did not take long to reach the hotel. She checked in under another name and said she did not have a car. As she was going to her room, she saw John beavering away polishing the furniture on the landing. She looked at him in a new light. By dressing as a maid, he was not hurting anyone. He was having to work hard to prevent himself from feeling foolish. She knows that. He has put up with him in skirts for some time now, but the chastity belt was a shock to her. Perhaps they could talk it over and get back together again.

Joan and Sarah came out of a couple of rooms and suggested they talk. The two maids said they loved John in that outfit. It was turning them on. If Sally didn’t want him, they certainly did. Especially with that chastity belt on.

Eventually Marion turned up. They all sat talking. John felt out of it. They spoke about him like he was a piece of meat. But in the end, Sally and John were left alone. They spoke about what had happened and decided to give it another try. Sally agreed to be a bitch for a week or so a month. She would lock him in the chastity belt and do a slow sexy strip for him.

John packed his clothes. “We can dump these on the way home”

“Don’t be silly, you will have nothing to wear”

“You mean you will still allow me to wear female clothes?”

“Better than that, I will dress you in what I think you should wear”

John was shivering with excitement. He tried to hide it, but h could not. Sally could see he was beside himself. She released the chastity belt and while he still wore the French maid’s uniform, he made love to her. Sally had two enormous orgasms. As they lay there on the bed, Sally said, “As a maid, this will be one of your duties” John was speechless. At one time, Sally was unwilling to try anything, but now she wants to lead the way.

John said goodbye to the two maids, (Jean and Sarah) and Marion, and Joan smuggled him out to their car. She had shown the wrong one deliberately on the check in sheet so she would not be recognised. John climbed in the back seat and ducked as they left town. Once clear, he transferred to the front seat next to Sally, who spent the rest of the journey running her hands up John’s stocking clad legs and teasing his prick and balls through the frilly panties he was wearing. He even managed to go into their house without being seen.

John made the coffee while Sally unpacked her clothes. John’s clothes that he had gone away with had been left behind. They sat and had a heart to heart talk. “Can you forgive me?” sally asked

“Of course I can. It was my fault really. I shouldn’t have put you through all this”
They both sat there and cried in each other’s arms. They agreed a deal that would satisfy them both.

Sally would dress him and be his mistress. In return, he would tie her up and satisfy her. No more would be mentioned about the affair.

All went well for a few months and then one day, a letter came. It came from an area they did not recognise. Sally opened it.

She read the letter out loud, “Dear Sally and John, as you can see, I have given up the hotel in Newcastle and have started one up here. I loved the look of Fifi in her short dress and that gave me an idea. I have opened up the hotel as a hotel where sissy maids may come and stay without any fear of reprisals or embarrassment. This of course cuts my costs as I do not need to employ maids to make the beds or do the cleaning.

All women entering the hotel are treated in the utmost respect and are waited on hand and foot by the male maids. We also have some men guests in nurses’ uniforms for the treatments such as massage, reflexology and any other treatment you wish. If they are not up to standard, they get punished, as do the maids if their work is shoddy.

Jean and Sarah are the head maids and the guests have to report to them for their duties each day and make sure they are smartly dressed enough to enter service for the day. I would be more than happy to have you as my guests for two weeks. This would ensure I am running the hotel properly.

I will allow you to have time to think about it and will phone you in two weeks to see if you wish to accept my offer or not.

Yours faithfully, Marion, Sarah and Jean”

“I don’t think I can go along with that” said John

“Oh I don’t know, it could be fun, and I could make it worth your while” her eyebrows went up in her forehead, “and it is free” Sally replied.