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She loved to tease you, keep you on edge both mentally and physically and you'd done everything asked of you. The house was spotless, the car cleaned, washing done, you'd even learned how to do nails to give her manicures and pedicures, you'd strained in your cage as you helped her get dressed, slid tights over freshly painted toes and smooth recently massaged legs, your hands trembled when you helped her clip her bra into place and put the curls in her hair for her. She'd asked to go to a fetish club for your anniversary together, for inspiration and foreplay, research and develop future scenes and ideas, she looked gorgeous in her black dress and you weren't half bad yourself in your black suit but hidden underneath was lingerie that matched her own, silky feminine attire helping to keep your manhood contained in its prison.

To say you dotted your I's and crossed your T's would be a gross understatement, you dropped to your knees in front of her in that familiar position of yearning and asked politely, voice trembling barely above a whisper.

"Could I be free? Please just one?"

She looked down at you sternly, hummed in thought before tutting in such a way it could be mistaken for a scoff. She reached for her purse and you tensed up lest you give away your bubbling excitement. She rummaged through it thoroughly and you felt yourself getting wet in your underwear, straining against steel you could only sit back on your thighs and wait, drip out like a ticking clock. She frowned before giving up, looked down at you with forgiving eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie, it seems I've left your keys at home."

A lump formed in your throat, to have been so close yet still be so far. She smiled as she reached forward, ran her hand through your hair, pouted her lips and kissed your forehead.

"Forgive me, you can wait a little longer can't you?"

You nodded almost too eagerly and she smiled gleefully, leant back on the sofa and spread her legs dangerously wide and you wanted to stare so bad but you remembered in the back of your mind you weren't alone so you whipped your head around to see if anybody had noticed, she picked up on your response and laughed again.

"Come on now, there's no reason we should both be denied."

"But Ma'am we aren't alone."

You'd intended to scurry away into the bathroom for your own release but her frown in response to your words made it clear you were naive to think that.

"Honey we're in a sex club. Two girls over there are in a sixty-nine atop a table, a man is suspended from the ceiling and being edged. No one is going to bat an eye at you between my legs...Unless you want me to explore pleasures elsewhere?"

You lunged between her thighs, in private this was one of your favourite past times and the threat whether hollow or not didn't matter. You kissed and licked her over her tights and underwear, your resistance at wanting to do it switched to frustration at being blocked by thin and flimsy material, easily ripped but you knew that would just upset her so you were limited to kissing, licking and sucking against fabric, she squeezed her thighs against your ears as she let out a deep moan, she was just as wet as you were. She hooked one leg over your shoulder and tapped your ass with her heel, the signal was quickly recognised and followed, you dropped your hands to behind your back.

"Damn you've gotten so good at this, focusing on me has done wonders for your performance."

She furthered her point by twisting her grip of your hair, pulled you down deeper between her legs.

"I don't know who said that thing about the power one experiences when they have a man wrapped around their finger but clearly she never felt the force of having one trapped between her thighs."

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You hadn't noticed your reflection until after you had already sent it. She was your best friend and was checking up after you got home from the party. You'd fallen asleep completely exhausted from all the adrenaline, alcohol and balancing in heels from the party, woken up to the sound of your phone vibrating from her message.

'Get home safe?'

She always checked up on you, never more so than last night when she pushed you the furthest, had tricked you into agreeing to wear the maid outfit and herself the stern mistress.

Your legs complained as you stood up still in your ensemble that you'd fallen asleep in on the sofa. Snapped a picture of the sun creeping over the buildings across from your apartment, added a little witty caption and hit send.

Your heart stopped when you noticed it, you idiot you chided yourself for not realising sooner, knew she'd tease you endlessly for it.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you tensed up knowing she'd have her fun with you.

'Looking good! If you're so willing to keep wearing it I have a ton of chores at my place. Please 🙏'

You hated it when she begged, you could picture the puppy eyes she was so skilled at making. It was an achievement how quickly she'd convince you to do sometimes and how fast you broke against her whining.

Maybe if you did her chores she could pay you back somehow.

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She'd teased and thanked you for being a good sport, for wearing the outfit she chose and sent you into the backseat of a taxi still in your uniform, you blushed at the eyes of the driver in the mirror as she spoke for you. "Take care of my girl."

He chuckled as he watched the interaction between you two, she kissed your cheek and you couldn't help but hover your hand over where it left the imprint of her lips, the fading sensation of warmth, she whispered against your ear, hiding her lips behind your wig so the taxi driver couldn't read her lips. "Don't just throw the uniform off yourself. Sit at home, let it settle over you. Maybe we can do this again?"

You blinked at the words and in an instant she was gone, out of the taxi and heading back to the party, you regretted not being able to stay late but the cost was worth it, she got you to make it up to her by letting her choose the outfits, you played with the tights, felt the silky fabric shift and slide along your legs as the taxi pulled away. You were thankful the driver didn't make conversation, though the hunger in his eyes caused your stomach to swirl in embarrassment.

When you got home you thanked him quietly to hide your voice and gender. He winked at you as he pulled away and you scampered through the complex doors and aimed straight for the elevator hoping no one caught you. Tapping your heel impatiently as you rose up floor by floor safety was getting closer and closer.

The lift beeped its arrival on your floor and you rushed to your door, slammed key into lock and threw the door open and locked it behind you.

Finally you could relax, you thought about getting undressed and having a long bath, remove the makeup and soak away the femininity that she'd lathered all over you but before you could you walked over to the kitchen and clicked the kettle on, sat down on the sofa as it worked to boiling, stared out at the night sky you failed to notice the kettle click off as sleep took you.

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"What did you do wrong?" Your wife asked sternly.

Your contrition was coming to an end, seconds blurred into minutes and threatened to feel like longer as you stared at dull white wallpaper. Feet strained in heels and bare shoulders left you feeling exposed to the summer air and her calculating gaze. Now all you had to do was admit your shortcomings.

"I failed to pick you up after work." Your words trembled from your lips quietly but she heard nonetheless.

"Why?" Her response was accentuated by a click of a heel, with your back to her you could only guess and hope that it was her coming closer.

"Because I failed to check my phone regularly and failed to see your message that you were finishing early."

"Why?" Another click followed.

"I was too focused on housework... I wanted to make you proud."

"Proud?" The venom that dripped from her lips caused your heart to tighten itself in a vice. "You think I'd be proud that I was ignored? That my sweet maid at home prioritised bedding and dishes over their wife?"

"No Ma'am, of course not." You chided yourself for making it worse, for not focusing on her, for failing her. She sensed your spiralling thoughts and her heels clicked quickly closer and louder. You were suddenly surrounded by her, embraced by her arms as her head rested on your shoulder.

"Now now sweetie, no need to punish yourself. That's my job." The venom was gone from her voice, replaced with a soft love that caused you to sink into the embrace while your heart fluttered. "Don't forget now, you are always forgiven. Now we have two things left to do don't we?"

You nodded, parted lips to say words you'd said earlier but they always hit harder after time in the corner, contrition and time to sort your thoughts made the words have more meaning. "I'm sorry."

She moved one hand up behind your head and started to stroke your long locks. "And?"

"I need help to be better." You whispered and she moved her hand to work your rear, grabbed then fondled it.

"Of course. I think one on each cheek for every ten minutes you made me wait. Sound fair?"

You nodded, she certainly punished you worse for less and you weren't going to complain. Your brain rushed to show gratitude "Thank you Ma'am. I love you." The last words fell out on accident, you meant them wholly but normally words like those were reserved for after.

She laughed against you ear, nibbled it with her teeth and you shivered. "And I love my good girl so let's bring her back."

Her hand moved from your rear to your own hand, held it firmly as she pulled you from the corner, you turned around and couldn't help a small smile creeping in at being freed from the corner. Your eyes landed on the chair she was going to sit in before landing on the ruler on the floor.

She noticed where your eyes went. "Well I know twelve isn't a lot, I have to make it memorable else the lesson might not land."

You hated the ruler, hated being denied her hand but she was right. Sitting down she patted her lap and you did as instructed, laid across her and placed your hands on the floor and kept your heels flat on the ground. She worked your skirt down to your ankles then pulled down your tights leaving just your underwear for flimsy protection.

"Sweetie would you pass that up."

An order not a question, you reached for the ruler, felt the material in your hand and lifted it up to her.

"Thank you." She took it from you and rested it on your backside letting you feel how cold it was. "Don't forget to count."

"I won't."

She played with your hair with her other hand.

"And what will you do if it becomes too much?"

"I'll say my safeword."

"Which is?"

"Tomatoes." You hated them, detested the taste they left in your mouth just saying the word. She promised to make them better and while the food still sucked in your opinion you certainly held the word in higher regards.

You heard the ruler strain in her grip as you felt it lift off your skin.

There was two things on your mind. First was the love you shared between yourself and your wife, how she challenged you to be better and second was a number. One, as you prepared to count her punishment that would make you better.

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She'd gone out with the girls while you kept house. You'd lost track of time while doing all the laundry, ironing and folding clothes, soaking and hanging latex. You were buzzing with excitement, your wife promised to unlock you once she got back, promised to release and reward so you took to your chores with extra eagerness, dotted the I's and crossed the T's so to speak.

Then she returned looking like a goddess, lacy sheer blouse that revealed her bra, sexy short latex skirt that drove you wild and those shiny silky tights that matched your own, topped off with high heels. She patted the coffee table and asked for a herbal tea which you dutifully served.

She didn't bring it up so it was left to you to broach the subject. "Ma'am I'm sorry it's getting late. Could we do that thing you promised earlier?"

She frowned at you, brought her tea up to her lips and sipped it before answering. "What thing?"

You played with edge of your petticoats, your voice matched your fingers nervous energy. "Um... my release."

She blinked slowly, tilted her head slightly, looked at you in that way you hated, like a child asking for a later bedtime. "I think you're misremembering sweetheart?"

Gripping your petticoats tighter your heart did the same with itself, it jumped into a vice and you felt a lump in your throat. "N-No. You said this morning that I'd earned a release."

Humming in thought she sipped her tea again. "I only remember telling you I was going out with the girls. Why would I release you tonight? After all I distinctively remember saying yesterday you had earned release and that all you had to do was ask but you never did."

You sputtered over yourself, kept yourself from getting angry as she toyed with you, a cat with its prey and you were most certainly the mouse, you were caught and she already had her claws deep in you.

"I don't blame you for misremembering. We've had a busy week, both of us have been doing overtime and you have your chores at home. Think about it. We've both been quite tired, at the end of our rope this week so perhaps you've got your days muddled up. I certainly recall telling you this morning as we got ready for work that it was girls' night tonight, you don't get released on those."

You wanted to argue, to call her things like manipulative or gaslighting and her face was daring you to give her an excuse to punish, your grip softened, you relaxed your body, released the tension you held in your muscles. "Please."

Resorting to the only thing left that wouldn't get you in trouble you begged. She pouts in response. "Aww you're like a wounded animal but sorry dear, those puppy eyes wound me."

Dropping to your knees you served up a pitiful display, maid dress locked on, heels locked on, chastity cage locked on. "Please."

Sternness gave way to a soft smile as she ran her hand through your hair. "I'll tell you what." She parted her thighs and led your hands to her knees. "Bring me to climax and how about a release tomorrow? All you have to do is ask."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Please don't do that thing you're doing."

A raised eyebrow warned you about the fire you were playing with. "What thing?"

Taking a deep breath you spoke softly and desperately, channelling all the deference into your voice that you could in an attempt to temper the fire you were playing with. "Where you act all reasonable while manipulating me."

She placed her hand atop her heart and dropped her voice into that tone you loved, that one which made you feel fragile but cared for, loved yet owned. "Manipulate? Sweetie you asked for this remember? Asked for me to take the lead, put your trust in my judgement."

Falling apart when facing the one two punch of that voice and that expression you melted. "Please, I'm sorry. It's just been so long."

"I understand honey, what's one more day then? In the grand scheme of things it's nothing right? So let's make tonight about me, you go down on me while I tell you about girls' night, all the gossip we shared and then we can have some fun in the bedroom. I promise tomorrow you can have what you so desperately desire."

Emphasising the word 'promise' was important, not quite a safeword but a word of reverence and guarantee. Used when she wasn't playing around with you.

Twisting the knife she spoke again. "I've already decided what you need, trust me. I'll do the remembering for the both of us."

Huffing you nodded keeping your tongue at bay, after all it was about to do more important things than argue. Leaning towards her you gently parted her legs and her smile spread from eye to eye, she revelled in the victory, twisting your hair in her grip she whispered under her breath as you shimmied her tights down. "Mmm yes, you're mine."

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Heart racing as you pulled with all your might but the zipper refused to budge, like a clock ticking down you heard your girlfriend's footsteps getting closer and closer as she called out your name. She was home early, you thought she was back tomorrow so you spent the day doing your secret activity, borrowed some of her clothes and makeup, pulled out your wig and heels and got glammed up. You spent the day doing chores in a maid dress that was now discarded on the bed, changed into one of her dresses she wore clubbing that drove you wild, she commented how you couldn't keep your hands off her and wanted to feel the same, to feel desired.

Now it was all coming to a head, the dreaded caught in the act, in panic you hid in the corner and just blocked out the world. Arm around your eyes you begged in your head for it to be a hallucination or a dream but as the door creaked open and her breath loudly getting caught in her throat you knew today was the end of your life.

"So that's where my makeup was running off to." She stated out loud casually and you didn't know how to react. Your heart dared to resume beating since she wasn't screaming at you and you turned your head to look towards the door.

"You're not angry?" You asked bewildered and she shook her head.

"I tried to get you to admit it a few times but I'll give it to you. You know how to keep a secret but things fall through the cracks, rogue socks missing their pair, unused lipstick opened and suspicious packaging left in the bin."

You went to stand up but she stopped you. "No, come here." Sitting down on the bed you remembered the maid dress and she must have seen it but was yet to acknowledge it, she patted her lap. "Crawl over and place your head here."

It was one of your favourite positions on the sofa, laying across it with your head in her lap and she knew it, was using it to make you feel comfortable but the little demands, the crawling, the refusing to let you stand poured gasoline and burned that fire in you so you did as she asked, shuffled and crawled on hands and knees until reaching her knees and moved up beside them, rested your head on her lap as the wig cascaded around your face. She ran her hand through it comforting you, it made you feel at ease.

"How long?" She asked softly, barely above a whisper, like she was afraid of scaring a jittering prey on the verge of flight, which moments ago you were.

"Since I was like fifteen. I'd borrow my sister's dresses until I could afford my own." Not quite sure where you got the strength to admit something that you've never told anyone before but the immediate weight off your conscience after sharing it felt incredible. Everything was helped by how comforting it was that her hand kept running between your fake hair, shifted your fringe so you could see again, bundled your hair behind your back into a loose ponytail.

She laughed a little as she reacted. "I meant how long while we're together but I appreciate the honesty. Can I tell you something?"

You turned your head around so you were facing her and looked up into her loving eyes. "What?"

"There was no work event. I feared if I confronted you about it you'd deny it, so I booked a hotel today and spent the day lounging around waiting to strike almost praying you'd take the bait." She looked over at the maid dress left on the bed. "Well you were hard at work it seems, the house is immaculate by the way. I thought it was best to get caught red-handed leave you no wiggle room to hide."

She knew or at least suspected for so long and yet she didn't call you weird or gross. Instead she was patient, waited for her moment and now she had you, head in her lap and you didn't want to go anywhere else.

"So what now?" The question fell from your lips on accident, gave words to thoughts you meant to keep inside, not willing to rush and get a head of yourself.

She looked back down to you and smiled. "Now you show me your stash and we prepare ourselves for the rest of our lives. If you think I'm letting you go you are sorely mistaken."

You should've been scared but as she kept her hand in your hair, winked playfully at you, you were left as putty in her lap and you didn't want to be anywhere else.