Author's Note: Fantasy based upon actual encounters strung together.


How it started

Hello, I'm Josh, the maid-slave and this is my story...

The young lady at the elevated checkout counter smiled at me as I came out of the video section into the light. I smiled back and headed for the magazines to see what's new. Finding a couple of new female domination mags, I went to pay. I hadn't noticed the older lady at the side talking with her until now.

She smiled too and said, "My daughter tells me you have quite a collection of female domination magazines."

I was surprised at her forwardness. Embarrassed, "Me?" was my stupid answer.

"Sure, you," she said with a laugh. "She says you are a regular here. Don't be embarrassed. I like it too."

"I...I..." I stuttered.

"Do you have a partner?" She asked as she came over...trying not to be threatening with an open smile.

"Well, no, not now." I finally found my voice.

"How about having a sandwich with me and discussing things?" she asked.

"Wow! Sure," I responded.

"Come on then, let's see what we can find out about each other."

I paid for the magazines. Her daughter was laughing.

"Don't worry," she said to me, "Mom won't attack you. She's just a lot of fun."

"And Mom," she continued, "Isn't he good looking, just like I told you."

"Yes he is Honey," her mother answered. Then turning to me she said, "By the way, my name is Star. What's yours?"

"Glad to meet you Star, my name is Josh."

"And I'm Estelle," said her daughter looking down from her lofty perch with a big smile as we went out.

At the café down the street, we had sandwiches and beer.

"Josh, I am looking for someone who is interested in being in a plutonic relationship. I am a bossy type though and want to run things. In addition, I understand fetishes and would be happy to help fetish desires be fulfilled."

"Really? What would the relationship involve?" I asked.

"I'd like to have a male maid who would help around the house. He would have to dress female. I would be in charge, as I have said, and...I would use punishments if the maid acted out. Punishments would usually involve bondage...cuffs and the like. Occasionally it might also involve a spanking."

"That sounds interesting," I responded.

"Want to try it out?" she asked.

"How would we do that?" I asked.

"I'll give you my address. You come over tomorrow afternoon and clean."

"That's it?"

"Sure," she responded. "I know you probably won't have a maid's uniform yet, but we'll take care of that later, if you want to continue." She said smiling. "In the mean time, buy yourself some panties to wear tomorrow."

"OK...Tomorrow."

The next afternoon, I arrived at the clean smaller home on an older residential street. On a corner lot, it had a high hedge around the sides and back. The drive led up to a two car garage. Parking on the drive, I walked up to the security door and rang.

Star smiled and unlocked the security door and opened it for me.

"Come on Josh," she said. "Glad you're here."

"Nice place you have here." I responded.

"Glad you like it. Estelle and I bought it a few years ago. Sit down and I'll tell you about your duties."

She continued, "You'll be cleaning the house...once a week. That means vacuuming, dusting, polishing floors, cleaning toilets, washing windows, doing laundry and whatever else needs to be done." She paused, "And, you'll be required to wear a maid's uniform. Also, I'll probably keep you in some form of bondage like cuffs...and, of course, a slave collar."

I had watched a lot of female domination videos and this was pretty usual fare...and I found it stimulating. "OK," I responded without hesitation.

"Well then, let's not waste time. Come on in the bedroom and I'll give you something to wear. Did you get some panties like I said?"

"Yes," I replied. "I have them on now."

"Take off your clothes," she said as she went to the closet. She handed me a pair of shocking pink nylon short shorts and a camisole. "These will have to do today. We'll get you more proper things shortly."

She also put me in ankle cuffs and with a short chain connecting them. Next, she put a red collar around my neck and locked it too.

"There," she said as she stepped back and looked me over. "Does this make you feel like you are my slave?"

"Maybe,... sort of," I replied looking down to see my shorts tenting out. I turned red.

She laughed. "I think Mister Willie is liking this even if you're not sure."

Later that evening, after cleaning all day, we made a date for next week.

The next week, I arrived about the same time and was met by Star's daughter.

"Hi Estelle," I said, "Is your mom here? I was supposed to meet her."

I didn't know how much she knew and was reluctant to let her know I was her mother's maid in training.

"Come on in Josh," she said, "Mom will be home soon. She said you should go ahead and get started."

She directed me into the bedroom. The shorts and camisole were laid out along with the cuffs and collar.

"Well?" she said as I stood there reluctantly. "What are you waiting for? Strip and put them on. You do have your panties on don't you?"

I nodded. Obviously she knew about my relationship with her mother. I obeyed and stood obediently as she locked my ankles and collar. She then sat and handed me a brush.

"Brush out my hair," she ordered. I obeyed.

After my cleaning was finished, I prepared their supper. I was permitted to join them.

"Well Josh," said Star, "How do you like being a maid-slave?"

"It's pretty fun." I responded.

"Do you think you'd like to make it an every week thing?" she asked.

"Yes, of course," I jumped at the idea.

"Josh, where do you live?" Estelle asked after a pause in the conversation.

"I have an apartment over across town."

"Do you happen to rent month to month?" she asked.

"Well, yes I do."

"Mom," Estelle said, "We have the extra room downstairs. We could have Josh move in there and he'd be able to earn his rent."

"Now, that's an idea," Star said. "Would you like to live here with us Josh? You could earn your rent. All we'd need for you to help with would be whatever it might add to our utilities. What do you think?"

I hadn't been into the basement yet but the idea interested me.

"Can I see it?...the room I mean."

"Sure, come on," said Estelle grabbing my hand.

"Be careful going down the steps in your ankle cuffs," said Star.

I sat on the steps and slid down a step at a time.

Most of the basement was an unfinished open room. The stairs came down in the middle. In one corner there was a door. Star opened the door and turned on the light. I was surprised to see a small bed against the wall and a pillory in the middle. There was also small closet.

Seeing my surprise at the pillory, Star said, "One of my past customers built that for me. He was locked in it when I spanked him."

"Want to try it Josh?" asked Estelle in a playful manner. "Come on. Just put your head and hands here."

I hesitated.

"Josh," Star said sternly, "Estelle wants you to try it. What are you waiting for?"

I was a bit unnerved as I walked over. Gently her guided me into the cutouts and closed the top. I heard a lock click.

"Well," Star continued, "What do you think Josh? Want to move in?"

My head was spinning.

"I want you to say yes," piped up Estelle with a giggle.

"I'll spank you if you don't say yes," Estelle continued playfully as she took a paddle and gave me a mild swat.

"Ok, Ok," I replied with a laugh. "I'll move in."

"Oh good," said Estelle.

"How much stuff do you have to move," asked Star.

Just a car full of stuff," I replied. "I downsized after my wife died and I sold out."

"Sorry to hear about your wife," said Star. "How long has it been?"

"Four years now...I'm over the pain."

"I have tomorrow off," said Estelle who had just re-entered the room. "I'll help you move."


My New Room

I spent the night in my new room. By mid-morning, my things were in the trunk of Estelle's car as we pulled into the garage.

"See that metal cupboard there," she said pointing to a tall two-door cabinet.

"Yes," I responded.

"Put all your pants and shirts and shoes, including the ones you have on, in it, lock it and bring me the key," she said handing me a brown grocery bag. "Put your male underwear in this sack and bring it to me."

She walked inside. I was in just my panties and camisole as I came into the kitchen carrying the sack.

"Stop right there," Star said sternly as she turned from the stove. "You know you aren't allowed in here without your ankle cuffs," she said as she pointed to the coat rack by the door.

My ankle cuffs were hanging there just waiting for me. I took them down and locked myself.

"Good slave boy," said Star as she smiled and turned back to the stove to finish lunch.

We ate together although it was my job to serve them before sitting down.

"After lunch," Star said, "We are going to have a little ceremony in the back yard Josh, and it's just for you. Then, after the ceremony you are going to get some new clothes."

Star said she had talked to a seamstress friend who did a lot of special sewing for female impersonators. It turned out she had a uniform almost finished and the person wasn't going to be able to get it for a while. She said, if it would fit, we could have that one and she'd have time to do another for the other person.

After lunch Estelle handed me the sack of my underwear. Out in the secluded back yard, I was told to empty them in the bar-b-que. Estelle took starter fluid, sprayed them down and handed me the lighter.

"Your new life starts today. By lighting them, you are telling us you are not going back to the old life."

I was a little reluctant to light them but I did.

"Good," said Star. "Now we'll put you in your pants and shirt and see about your new uniform."




"Here's a merry widow I found at the thrift store," the seamstress said. "You'll need to drop your pants to get it on."

I stood there reluctantly. Star looked at me. "You heard the lady. Drop your pants...she's seen panties before."

After they hooked it up and checked the tightness, she had me take it off and took it in making it tighter. Bringing it back, she went to a cupboard and got out some breast forms and then had me step into the uniform.

"It has a full circle skirt," she said as she was zipping it up.

"I'd like it a bit shorter," said Star. "I want his panties to show."

"No problem," she replied as she took some pins and began pinning the hem up.

"About here?" she asked.

"Bend forward Josh," Star ordered.

I obeyed and she said, "Yes, that's perfect. I get a good panty view now."

"Oh, oh," she said as she began pinning the front.

By this time my panties were tented out tightly.

"I'm sorry about that, Patty," Star said. "He has a problem controling that thing."

"You know Star," she responded, "I can't get the skirt even unless we handle that problem." She paused, lifting the front of the skirt to view my erection. Then, she lit up. "I got something for Tommy that might be able to take care of that."

She brought out a small red velvet bag and handed it to Star. It was a black plastic penis looking tube and some other parts.

"That slips over his Willey and keeps it down out of the way. He's going to need something like that when he's in his uniform."

"Ok, let's see how it works," replied Star.

It was like I wasn't even there as the two of them worked to pull the tube over my swollen member.

"I've got an idea," said Patty as she left the room.

Returning with a washcloth wrapped ice cube she applied it and quickly I shrank and it went on. "Click" and it was locked. Pulling my panties back up, Star smiled and patted my backside approvingly.

Over the next hour, Patty fitted the uniform. It was shiny black satin and had puffed sleeves on the shoulders, lace accentuating the breasts.

"It needs petticoats," Star said as I modeled it.

Patty brought out a couple of petticoats and held them under the skirt causing it to stand out.

"That's perfect. I'm glad you had one almost already done," Star said as Patty permanently attached them and had me step in again. Star admired her new maid-slave and said, "He's going to need at least two more uniforms as soon as you have time."

"I'll get on it right away," Patty said. "Oh, by the way, I made this one with these tabs here at the top of the zipper. Here let me show you."

Taking a small luggage lock, she moved behind me and I heard another click and the zipper was locked.

"Oh," Star said with a smile. "That is a must on his others."

It was dark by now. Patty picked up my pants and shirt and put them in a bag.

"Ok Josh. Let's go home," Star said, taking the bag.

"Like this?" I asked with surprise.

"Of course, like that. That is what you'll be wearing most of the time now. You might as well get used to it."

I slouched down in the seat and Star just laughed as we drove home.


Back home

"I love it," said Estelle, as she had me turn around. Lifting the skirt, she patted my front.

"What's there?" she asked as she felt the rigid tube.

"It's a chastity tube. It keeps his thing down."

"Chastity tube?" she said as she pulled my panty down and inspected it. "Can he remove it?"

"No, it's locked on...Oh, my gosh," Star exclaimed. "Patty forgot to give us the keys for it. At least we have the one for his uniform."

"His uniform is locked too?"

"Yes," Star responded with a smile. "Maid-slaves shouldn't be allowed to have any choices."

"I agree," said Estelle smiling.

"Josh, you won't have to sleep in your uniform tonight." she said with a smile in her voice.

"Good. I'm not sure how I would sleep in the merry widow and the falsies, not to mention the petticoats...but then, who knows, I am pretty tired after everything that went on today," I responded.

"Well, let's get you down to your room and get you ready for bed," said Star.

The bed had been made up with pink sheets and comforter. I noticed there were some chains attached to the lower end which I didn't remember when I looked at it before.

After a unlocking my uniform and having me hang it in the closet, Estelle called my attention to the chains, "Josh, we really don't know you all that well and decided we would sleep better if we made sure you wouldn't roam the house at night. Those chains at the bottom of the bed will lock your ankle cuffs to the bed. You won't be able to get out of bed until we come to get you in the morning."

I was dumbfounded. On one hand this was what I had so frequently read about. A guy locked up by women. Now I was experiencing it in real life and they were really going to be locking my ankle cuffs to the bed. All the fiction I had read was becoming reality very quickly.

Star handed me my nightwear, a baby doll top. There was no bottom but then I was still in my pink panties. I laid down.

"What if I need to go to the bathroom?" I asked. This was a real possibility since I hadn't gone since we left for Patty's place.

"We've thought of that," said Estelle with a big smile as she went to the closet. "We have some protection for you." She held up a large adult sized diaper.

"Honey," Star, who had been standing quietly by and smiling, said to Estelle. "I want to be the first to do the honors."

"Sure Mom," Estelle handed the diaper to her mother as she locked the chains to my cuffs.

"Raise up," Star ordered and I complied letting her slide the thick padding under my behind.

"Oh Mom," Estelle said. "He still has his panties on. Wait. I'll unlock his cuffs to get them off."

As she slid my panties down, Star pulled the diaper through my crotch and pulled it tight. I hadn't seen it but Estelle had a rubber panty ready and pulled it over my feet locking my cuffs back to the bed. Star pulled it over the diaper.

"There," Star said, "all secure for the night." She pulled the covers over me.

"I was wondering," I said just as they were turning to leave.

"Yes?" answered Star.

"After burning up all my underwear, what can I wear if I have to go to the doctor or whatever? I won't have any jockies."

"We've already taken care of that. We already got you some unisex underwear," Estelle said smiling.

"Unisex?" I questioned.

"Sure," Estelle answered with a smile. "Just like the unisex ones you will be wearing every night...like the one we just put on you."

They laughed..."Diapers!"


Serving

A few days later, I was serving lunch to a couple of Star's dominant friends and they were commenting on how they envied her having a maid-slave to take care of things. One lifted the back of my skirt and suggested I needed to have prettier panties than the pink ones I was wearing. She suggested some tennis or square dance panties with ruffles. Star liked the idea and called Estelle who picked up some that very day. I now began wearing panties with ruffles on them.

Another suggestion was that I wear stockings instead of pantyhose. That would require a garter belt. Star liked that idea too and soon it also became part of my uniform.

The lunches were a regular thing. Every few days, new ideas of feminizing me and making me more submissive were given and usually became part of my protocol. One suggestion Star rejected though was that I wear a wig and makeup. She told the ladies, she always wanted an enslaved man, not one who is changing his sex.

In the interim Patty had given Star the key to my chastity but I had been told, it was not coming off except for cleanings. Estelle had learned how to milk me and that became a monthly event with me being in the pillory while she did it. Routinely, my nights were spent in a baby doll nighty and, true to their word, the diaper. I seldom wet it before I was released for the day.

One day a new client came in. While Star was busy, I was locked in the pillory for safe keeping. When she he left, I was released but to both of our consternation, I was not able to hold it and had wet myself leaving a pool of pee on the floor. As part of my training, Star was limiting me to three bathroom breaks a day. The rest of the time, the bathroom was locked. This was because I had had diarrhea one day and gone several times without permission and now, since I had taken time from my duties without permission, I was on bathroom limitation.

Seeing the wet spot on the floor and my wet panties, she dictated I was now going to be diapered whenever I was in the pillory. I didn't mind because it was better than what had just happened. I actually welcomed the comfort of being protected in that instance just as I welcomed it at night. After all, I wasn't having to use them...it was just for my own protection.


The Cell

But now, back to the client...it turns out he had a business where he bought and sold parts of old buildings...architectural antiques he called them. He told Star he had a cell from an old jail and wondered if she could use it. She was very excited by the idea.

In the past, I had done contracting including many basement finishes and Star was aware of this because I had shared it when told her about myself at our first meeting. Bringing this up, she told me she had been planning to have me finish the basement, and now she had been offered a real jail cell. It was time to start. I would be doing the finish.

She had the idea of having a hidden room. I designed the finish to divide the basement with a wall next to the stairs and a hidden door under the stairs. When coming down the stairs, one would see a new family room on the right, but the new wall by the stairs would look like this was the end of the basement. The hidden door would allow one to pass through the wall into the dungeon. Star wanted the cell installed in my room. A secure metal door would replace the existing one. The cell consisted of one wall of bars and another with a door. These would be installed against the outside concrete walls of the basement in the back of my room. The cage it formed would have two solid walls and two barred ones. Rings would be anchored into the concrete walls and floor for attaching chains.

"This sounds really good," she said, looking at my suggestions. "I want you to start tomorrow. I don't want you to get your uniforms dirty so I'll get you some dresses at the thrift store today. Since I want you to get it done as soon as possible, I'm cancelling your bathroom privileges. Instead, you'll be in diapers and I'll change you at meal times."

In just 16 days I had it finished. Star loved it. "Now that you're finished, you can go back into panties and your uniforms. Are you happy to have toilet privileges again?"

"Yes, thank you," I responded.

"Since the cell is in your bedroom, that's where will you sleep."

I had known that was coming because I had heard Estelle talking about it. Earlier I had thought I might move into the family room.

Star was admiring the finished product. "I hope you'll like being back in your old room," She said.

"What's up you two?" asked Estelle as she stuck her head in the hidden door.

"We're just looking at the great job Josh did," Star said.

"Is he happy that he's going to sleep in the cell now?" asked Estelle.

"That's just what we were talking about," said Star.

I was troubled by the idea of being in the cell every night but what could I do?

"Josh, the cell is now your bedroom," said Star authoritatively.

"Will it be locked?" I asked pensively.

"Well, of course," she replied. "I see no reason to not lock it. After all, you spend every night chained to the bed anyway. Let's go in and see what else you thought of."

I showed them the place on the wall and floor to attach chains. I had built a frame with metal angle iron to hold the mattress. There were rings on the sides and ends for chain attachments as well. There was also camera to monitor the occupant. The outer steel door was locking as well. In the room outside the cell there was a table and a closet with shelves. There was no plumbing in the room or cell.

"Ok, no toilet or sink. Diapers are a must," said Estelle. "And we can install a rod to hang your uniforms. We can make the table into a changing table for diapers."

Outside the room, the pillory and her dominance things were on display. I had also closed off the washer dryer area on the other side and installed a shower in the corner where there was a drain. There was a shower curtain encircling it. I had installed a shower sprayer too.

"I want you to put some chain rings in the shower area," Star said. "Two overhead and two in the floor."

"Great idea Mom," said Estelle. "I know exactly what you are thinking."

That night Estelle brought me down to the cell. Unlocking one of my ankle cuffs, she slid down my panties and quickly replaced them with rubber ones. Removing my dress, she pointed to the bed in the cell. Obediently, I laid down as she slid the nightly diaper in place. Checking the chastity she closed the tapes and pulled up the rubber panties. I sat up as she slid the baby doll top over my head. My ankle chain was then locked to the bed. The cell door clicked shut and then the outer door lock clicked. The lights went out.


Life changes

In the morning, Estelle came in.

"Mom's gone today and I'm off. You are all mine...slave. Since you're not wet yet, I've decided you won't be taking off your diapers today. Just like when you were working on the project, you'll stay diapered all day...no bathroom privileges."

Several of Estelle's friends came over for lunch that day. Most of them knew nothing of the maid-slave who served Estelle and her mother. As I served lunch, there were many questions.

"Is he really wearing a diaper?" was one of the first questions.

"Show the ladies Josh," Estelle ordered.

I obediently raised my skirt. One of the ladies felt my rubber panty.

"That is a real rubber panty," she exclaimed in surprise.

Another, pulled it part way down, "And that's a real diaper too."

"Does he really use them?" one asked.

"Answer the lady Josh," Estelle commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am. I am not permitted to use the toilet today. Somedays I am permitted but today no."

"Do you get off doing this," one asked demeaningly.

I looked a Estelle and she nodded for me to answer.

"I can't get off ma'am."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm locked in a chastity, Ma'am."

"Let's see," said another.

Estelle came over. "Hold up your skirt," she ordered. She slid down my panty, untapped my diaper and had me turn for all to see.

"I've heard of those things, but this is the first I've seen. Does it hurt?"

"No ma'am, it doesn't hurt." I responded as Estelle redid my diaper.

"Do you always wear those ankle cuffs?"

"Yes," I responded. "That is a requirement for my service."

I started out reluctant to answer them but as the questions continued, I found it was almost a badge of courage to be a maid-slave. I began to feel proud.


Helping Marsha

"Josh, do you remember Marsha?" Star asked one day.

"I think so," I responded. "Is she the short thin blond who always wants to see if my diaper is wet?"

"She's the one," Star laughed. "Well, she's having surgery on her leg and will need some in home care for a few days. I've told her you'll help her."

"Oh kaaay," I responded questioningly.

"Yes, she just called to say she's back home. You'll be there for a few days. There's a garment bag in my closet. Go get your pink uniform and put it in it. Also, get yourself enough diapers for three days and an extra rubber panty...and don't forget your nighty. I'll go get your extra restraints."

"Go put your things in the car...and here are your restraints. You won't need to change out of your uniform...just put on your trench coat over it."

Marsha lived in a townhouse with a basement garage. Star honked and Marsha opened the door.

Upstairs, Marsha was stretched out on the couch with her right leg heavily wrapped. There were crutches propped against the end. Marsha looked really drained.

"How do you feel?" asked Star.

"Pretty bad," Marsha responded. "The pain meds are starting to wear off."

"What happened?" I asked.

"I broke it skiing some time ago, and it somehow developed an infection and they had to do a bone graft."

She paused, "Would you please bring me a glass of water?"

"Josh. Hurry up," Star ordered. "Marsha," Star continued," I have an appointment. Josh has all he needs for the next three days. I'm going to be pretty busy this week but Estelle will be back to check on things. Josh can stay as long as you need his help."

"Thank you so much, Star," Marsha responded. "I don't know what I might have done without you."

Not knowing what else to do, I sat quietly opposite the couch with my hands folded on my skirt as my petticoats poofed up on the sides.

"So Josh," Marsha said after Star had left, "how do you like being a maid-slave?"

"I like it fine Ma'am."

"So, is it a sexual thing for you?"

"Well, it was at first, but now it isn't."

"Oh yes," she paused and smiled weakly, "Of course I remember, you're locked in chastity aren't you?"

"Yes."

"How long has it been since you came?" she asked with a smile.

"Almost a year now..."

"I don't think I could go that long." She said.

"I don't have a choice."

"Every time I've seen you, you are wearing those ankle cuffs. Do you ever get them off?"

"Only when I get to go to town and wear pants. Otherwise, they are always part of my protocol."

"Protocol huh? Star said she would have you bring your restraints. What else did you bring?"

I showed her the wrist cuffs, and the serving chains which attached my wrists to my collar. There were also chains and locks to attach me to the bed at night. I explained them.

Marsha seemed to doze for a moment. I sat quietly.

After a few minutes with her eyes closed, she suddenly sat up.

"Have you ever thought about sucking a woman's breasts?"

"I've read about it but it was never one of my fetishes even though I'm diapered."

"Well, Josh," she continued, looking me straight in the eye. "It is one of mine. I fantasize having a man nurse on mine. Would you like that?" she asked with a smile.

"That might be fun," I responded.

"Three weeks ago I started using a breast pump to stimulate them," she said. "Yesterday I got a little milk. Come here and bring your restraints."

I knelt down as she locked the wrist cuffs and attached them to my collar. I was now unable to reach below my waist.

"Go into my bedroom and get the throw off the foot of the bed," she ordered.

When I returned, she had pulled her sweater up and unhooked her bra. I admired her breasts as she motioned for me to kneel down. Guiding my head to her breast I began to nurse. I tasted the sweetness as I drained it quickly and was moved to the other. She climaxed as I sucked.

"That was a good job," she said breathlessly. "We'll do it again soon."

She explained it was necessary to keep a two to three hour schedule. I now had another duty as a maid.

That night, I helped her to undress and slipped a soft gown over her head. She eagerly supervised as I changed into my night diaper and carefully inspected my chastity before she pinned me securely and pulled up my rubber panty. My ankle cuffs were not removed but the wrist cuffs were disconnected from the chains. After my nighty had replaced my uniform, she re-attached the wrist cuffs.

Following my usual nighttime routine, I started to take the bed chain into her extra bedroom but she stopped me.

"Not in there tonight," she said. "We're going to try having you sleep in my bed."

She saw my surprise.

"It's safe. You're locked up.'' She smiled, "You don't have to worry about being raped."

I laughed.

"Install the chains on that side," she ordered pointing to the far end of the bed. "You'll still be locked for the night."

In bed together, she had me nurse again. It seemed there was a little more milk. I felt little Willie trying to fight it's enclosure. She climaxed again.

"How long have you been wearing diapers full time," she asked in the morning as she slid her finger inside the leg band. "You are still dry. I guess we won't need a change for a while."

"I've been full time for about six months I guess. I've pretty much lost track of time."

"Do you mind them?

"No," I answered. "I just accept they are part of my protocol"

"Protocol again huh. Would you like to be completely incontinent?"

"I don't think so. I feel I still have control and would want to keep it that way."

"If your lady wanted it for you, would you object?" she asked. "You know, if it was part of your protocol."

"I guess, if it was part of the protocol, I would have to accept it."

After I had fixed breakfast and nursed again, she continued the discussion.

"Back when I saw your chastity, I got interested and studied it online. I found a device that has a programmable computer or phone link. It can give pleasure even when the person is locked up. It can also punish. But, there is one option that is a trainer which can sense wetness and reward or punish. It can be used to reward wetting. I was thinking if you had one of those, if I was your mistress, I would reward you every time you wet and have it set for every hour. It would alert you to wet and punish you if you didn't. What would you think of that? Rewards for wetting."

"That might be fun," I replied. "And, by the way, I sure enjoy nursing and I try to get hard when I do. That makes me want to have it off so I can climax. I had pretty much reached a point where I didn't even think about it, but now I'm thinking about being able to climax again."

"Well remember, this unit would be part of the chastity. You'd still be locked. The difference is you'd get pleasure rewards for wetting."

When Estelle came later in the week, Marsha had me step into the bedroom and close the door. I heard them talking in hushed tones and knew it had to do with me.

"Josh," said Estelle. "Marsha told me you have been doing a very good job. I'm proud of that...and, she complimented you on keeping up with your diaper wash." Then she continued, "Yesterday she called to fill us in on everything and told us about your discussion about the training chastity. She said you liked the idea. Mom and I talked about it and we agree it is a great idea. What Marsha didn't tell you was that she had already ordered one for one of her clients. We're going to change you into it now."

Standing in front of the two of them holding up my skirt and petticoat, I couldn't really see what it looked like but it only took a minute to change them. The only difference I felt was them inserting something into the end of my penis. Click and I was locked back. Nothing really felt different.

Estelle took the key. Smiling at me, she said, "No key. No chance to get it off to get off."

They both laughed.

"Let's see how it works," said Marsha as she dialed her phone.

I felt a stimulating tingle. Then she tapped on the phone and pain drove me to the floor.

"Sorry," said Marsha laughingly. "It said punishment, but I had it dialed up full. Let's try the lowest setting."

"No, please...." I blurted out, but didn't have time to say anything else before pain returned. At least this time I didn't collapse.

"I'll give you pleasure again," Marsha said laughing again as the stimulation began again.

Through this Estelle was laughing...enjoying it all.

"So, here's the setting I have for him," Marsha said to Estelle. "Every hour he'll get a little notice to wet. If he wets within one minute, he'll get a minute of pleasure. But, if he doesn't wet, he'll get punishment every 10 seconds until he wets and,...there won't be any pleasure. One more thing, if he wets prior to the hour, but within 5 minutes of it, he'll get twice the pleasure...an incentive to wet without being told."

"I like that." Then turning to me Estelle said, "Do you understand that Josh?"

"Yes."

Estelle continued, "Remember, Marsha has given me the key so security is still in place."

Marsha didn't tell Estelle, but she had also programmed my nursing schedule into the unit. When it was time to nurse, I'd get the notice. If Marsha didn't cancel it within 6 minutes, I received punishment.

The next day, I received the nursing notice and went to find Marsha. I was downstairs washing diapers and, because my ankle chain was so short, by the time I got up to the second floor my time allowance was almost gone. She was in the bathroom and told me to go back down to the living room and wait for her.

I had been receiving punishment for several minutes before Marsha hobbled in on her crutches. She saw my pain.

"Sorry Baby," she said as she reclined the couch, dialing her phone and stopping

my punishment. "This wasn't your fault," she continued. "After you finish nursing I'm going to give you some extra pleasure to make up for it."

She left the pleasure on long enough for me to actually climax. I had no idea it was possible with the chastity locked on.


Update

It has been over a year since I became a maid-slave. I couldn't have asked for a more satisfying resolution to my desires to be dominated.

I don't get sex and I'm still locked in the chastity. I enjoy my bondage most of the time although I am more frequently punished by being locked in the pillory and spanked. I now wear wrist cuffs a lot as well as my ankle cuffs. Sometimes I spend a day or two in the cell if I've been bad.

Estelle is happily learning to be a dominatrix and will sometimes lock me away in the cell while she deals with a client. This is common since her mother does that too.

Marsha is now my baby sitter whenever Star and Estelle have to be gone. Sometimes I stay with her and sometimes she comes to our house.

Marsha's training chastity has convinced Estelle and her mother that incontinence and diapers are a permanent part of my regimen. I can't remember how long it has been since I last had bathroom privileges. They have gotten a large supply of baby receiving blankets which are almost exactly the same size as adult cloth diapers and disposables are not used except when we leave the house for extended periods. All the rest of the time my diapers are cloth and I am responsible for keeping them washed every day. I've installed an outside clothesline and on warm days I am regularly hanging up diapers.

How long will it last? If it were up to me.... I'd say forever!