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In the first chapter of this story, our neighbor Julianne made me her slave. She also made me a slave to my wife and to her husband. Chapter 2 continued with my wife taking control of me, paddling me to tears with a hairbrush, and demonstrating that she is more than capable of delivering pain and humiliation to her sissy-husband. In addition, our neighbors continued to use me and humiliate me as they wished. They even brought in another couple, Patrice and John, to witness and participate in my continuing subjugation. Sometime later, I was awakened by a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on my almost naked body. I have no idea how long I slept, but it must have been quite a while. I was lying on the floor of the garage, surrounded by Princess Julianne, Princess Deborah, Master David, Patrice, and John. They were all showered, clean, and nicely dressed, as though ready to go to a party or out on the town. They all grinned down at me. I had no idea what they might have had planned for me, but I shuddered at the possibilities. Princess Julianne walked over to me. Her gorgeous body towered over me, exquisite in a tight dress and beautiful, open-toed, five-inch heels. She grinned down at me. It did not look to me like a pleasant grin. It looked like an evil grin. She jabbed me in the ribs a couple of times with the toe of her shoe. Then, she placed the thin heel of her beautiful shoe onto my left nipple and pressed down on it until I squirmed, moaned, and begged for mercy. When she was satisfied with the duration of pain I had endured, she released me from beneath her heel. Grinning down at me, Princess Julianne purred, “Time to wake up, sleepyhead. We’ve got plans for you. You can start by getting up on your hands and knees and licking my shoes until they Ataşehir Escort sparkle.” Terrified of the pain and humiliation that Princess Julianne was all too ready to inflict on me, I did not dawdle. I immediately rose to my hands and knees, bowed down before her, and began enthusiastically licking her shoes clean. I made sure to use plenty of saliva to assure that I got her shoes clean and shiny. I was, of course, ordered to give the shoes worn by Patrice (now Princess Patrice) and my wife, Princess Deborah, the same treatment. It is worth noting that they both wore incredibly sexy five-inch heels and enticingly tight dresses that rivaled those of Princess Julianne. I can’t speak for the habits of Princess Patrice, but I can declare with certainty that my wife, Princess Deborah, had never dressed like that in her life. When I was done tongue-polishing the ladies’ shoes, I was ordered to follow them into the house. There, I met a woman introduced as Angela. Angela immediately took control of me as though I had been her property for months. However, she didn’t focus on pain and humiliation as my Princesses and Masters had been doing. Angela seemed to have a goal to accomplish, and that goal was getting me ready. She worked efficiently. She brought me into our neighbors’ spacious bathroom and had me strip naked, which entailed simply removing the skimpy nightie that I had been wearing since last night. Then, she shaved me from the neck down, after which she applied hair removal cream to every inch of that same bodily real estate. My Princesses and Masters casually wandered into and out of the bathroom to occasionally observe the process. I was particularly embarrassed to stand spread-eagled for the hair removal cream Ataşehir Escort Bayan to work, with my small cock hard as a rock and protruding pathetically. This situation was not improved when Angela led me into the shower, where she washed all the cream, and all the hair, from my body. She led me out of the shower, dried me thoroughly, and powdered me. She then looked me over carefully, ran out to her car, and returned with a pile of clothing. She dressed me in a black lace peekaboo bra, black lace crotchless panties, a black lace garter belt, and fishnet stockings. She then dressed me in a skimpy French Maid outfit, complete with a frilly white apron and headband. She then looked down at my feet, ran out to her car, and returned with a box of shoes. She dug through the box, tried several pairs of shoes on me, and settled on a pair of strappy heels. The heels were probably only three or four inches, but I had a great deal of difficulty walking on them. My wife then pulled my checkbook from her clutch purse, handed it to me, and said, “Pay the lady!” Angela looked at me, smiled, and said, “That will be three hundred, and that includes the clothes.”A bit shell-shocked from the flurry of humiliating feminization activity and the sudden realization that I was to pay for it, I wrote the check. Angela went on her way, her job done. I stood there, uncertain about what was going to happen next. I timidly inquired of my Masters and Princesses if there was anything I could do for them. At this point, I was clearly broken and subjugated, desiring only to please, to kiss up. They all chucked as my wife, Princess Deborah, told me that we were all going out. We all loaded into Master John’s van, and he drove us to a nightclub. Escort Ataşehir He parked and we all got out. We all strolled in as couples. It felt good to walk arm-in-arm with my Princess Wife, but I was nervous to be in public dressed as a French Maid, but it being clearly obvious that I was a male. We were seated at a large table, and we ordered drinks. It felt a little strange that I wasn’t being overtly ordered around and humiliated. There was some subtle humiliation. Princess Julianne made a point of ordering me a Pink Lady and telling me that I was only allowed to order Pink Ladies tonight, drawing laughter from the rest of our party. We all enjoyed our drinks. Some members of our party danced in various combinations. After a while my wife strolled up to the bar. This struck me as odd since a waitress was delivering drinks to our table. Then, I noticed that she had positioned herself next to a big, muscular, young man and started up a conversation with him. Clearly, she was flirting as I noticed her gently touching his arm and chest. I was getting angry and embarrassed as I had never seen my wife flirting with another man. However, as I was now basically my wife’s slave, there didn’t seem to be much I could do about it. In addition, it would be a little bit awkward to initiate a confrontation while dressed as a French Maid. Lastly, my wife’s new friend looked like he could deal with the likes of me without even working up a sweat. I would not have been too worried except that my wife’s earlier comments echoed in my mind. She had told me that my small excuse for a cock would never again get anywhere near her pussy, and that she would find real cock elsewhere if she wanted it. To make matters worse, as though reading my mind, Princess Julianne slid over next to me and whispered in my ear, “Enjoying the show, Sissy Maid Michelle? Part of the reason for this night out is to give your wife the chance to find a boyfriend to keep her satisfied. We all know that you certainly can’t, not with that little pencil stub you’ve been calling a cock!”
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