Victoria's Maid by Femdom Fred

Author:Femdom Fred
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-07-31T04:00:00+00:00

Daylight begins to shine through the curtains. Oh shit, he’s going to be late! Should he try to shout around the penis gag to wake her? No…he doesn’t dare…but she told him he’d better not lose this job! She’d made him retire from his full time career to better serve her needs and devote himself to being a humble restaurant dishwasher. If he lost this job she would be so angry! But if he wakes her or her lover before they are ready she will be angry about that too! He doesn’t know what to do for the best.

Suddenly he jumps and his neck is stopped violently by the leash holding him to the leg of her bed. He needs desperately to stop the pain in her little dicklet but he can hardly move, wrapped tightly as he is in the stinking bed sheet and his screams for mercy are muffled by the huge plastic cock which fills his mouth.

Finally the pain stops and, through the bedsheet he’s wrapped in, he feels her foot pressing down on the side of his face. She unlocks his leash and tells him to roll over as she helps him out of the filthy bedsheet. He jumps to attention to see his wife’s finger held against her lips while her other finger beckons him forward. Then, grabbing his collar she pulls him down to whisper in his ear, ‘Bring me a cup of tea. You may get yourself some water and powder your nose. You don’t need to worry about the restaurant; Ms Benoit knows you’ll be a little late.’ Her closeness causes him to feel faint as she removes the penis gag.

He tries to be as quiet as he can as he curtsies and minces from the room, hoping not to wake the man sleeping next to his wife. It is painful to stand up straight as her little dicklet tries in vain to rip through its tiny steel tube. Stumbling in his 5” heels as he scurries to the kitchen he switches on the kettle then goes to the downstairs toilet to take a pee. He can’t help but remember the sound of Mr Farooq pissing as he performs his own little tinkle into the bowl. His makeup is atrocious. All he can do is wipe off the mascara that has run all over his face then apply some fresh lipstick. His hair is hard and spikey where it has soaked up their combined cum from the bedsheet he spent the night wrapped in. His dress is stained too and he can feel dried cum wherever he has exposed flesh. He feels as disgusting as he looks.

Fifteen minutes later he knocks softly on his wife’s bedroom door and enters with her tea and a fresh red rose on a silver serving tray. His wife points to the nightstand where he curtsies before placing the tray down. She points to the floor and he lies down by the side of her bed among her discarded clothes listening to the occasional sipping sounds and movements.

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