She’s Got Me Pegged: Weekend Edition

It was Monday evening when she first showed it to me, the first week of my three-month lockup.

She had threatened me with it but I didn’t actually think she would do it. I had just gotten home from work when she met me at the door with a big smile and a garment bag in her hands.

“I got you something special for the weekend,” she said playfully, holding the bag just out of reach.

I eyed it and her warily, as I recognized that particular devils smile, she was up to something. “What is it?”

She unzipped the bag and pulled out the frilly PVC rubber black and white sissy maid outfit — short skirt, lacy apron, thigh-high stockings. The whole thing looked utterly ridiculous.

My eyes wide with shock I immediately shook my head. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not wearing that.”

She laughed, clearly delighted by my reaction. “Aww, come on baby, you’d look so cute in it.”

“I’m serious,” I protested, backing up a step. “That’s way too embarrassing. I’m not doing it.”

She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled sweetly and put the outfit back in the bag. “Okay, we’ll see, babe.”

I knew the this was not the end of it. All week she teased and tormented me with it. The thought of it both terrifying and arousing which made it all the more humiliating for me.

“Why does this turn me on and make me want to her even more!?!?!?” The question burned with no answer.

Every morning she’d whisper in my ear before I left for work, “I can’t wait to see my pretty little maid cleaning the house on Saturday.”

And my cock would spring to life in its limited space and leak. My cheeks would burn with nervous anticipation and futile defiance at the unavoidable force that is my beloved.

At night she’d casually mention it while we were watching TV: “I wonder how that little skirt is going to look on you when you’re bent over dusting.”

With her hand on my caged cock she knew what it was doing to me and she was delighted by her little game of delicious torment.

By Thursday she was openly giggling every time she brought it up, referring to me as “my future maid” and asking me if I was excited to wear my “work uniform.”

By the time Saturday morning rolled around, I was a nervous, blushing mess. I rose to insert my daily butt plug as part of my enhanced punishment for the week and get her usual morning tea and fruit. I was naked as was the routine for my usual house cleaning weekends. And as I worked on her tea she left the bed and headed for our closet.

She met me in the bedroom holding a garment bag again, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Time to get dressed, pet,” she said, voice sweet but firm.

Holding the serving tray my mouth dropped open and as I was about to speak she cut me off, “Ah ah, not another word slave, or I will gag you. You’ve had an entire week to accept this was going to be happening. Besides you have earned this punishment and you know it. Remember Barclay this was your idea, you wanted to be my slave so when you displease me and break my rules you are going to be disciplined.”

I looked at the bag, then at her, and tried one last weak protest. “Babe… do I really have to?”

She tilted her head, smiling. “Aww yes, sweetie. You can argue… but we both know how this ends.”

She pulled out her phone and showed me the photo she’d taken weeks ago during one of our play sessions— me on my knees with her strap-on deep in my mouth and me clearly loving it.

My face burned with embarrassment. I opened my mouth processing what I had just seen.

She smiled and giggled softly. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good boy and put on your pretty little maid outfit for me.”

I sighed in defeat as she started dressing me, stunned at how deftly and quickly my wife had become the femdom wife of my dreams, and my nightmares. I had created a delightful monster that I had no desire to run from. But who also terrified me in the most exciting of ways and whom I long to devour me.

Once I was fully dressed in the frilly maid uniform, she told me to turn around so she could zip me up. I felt her fumbling with the zipper and then I heard a click sound. She dropped to my ankles and again I heard the click a second and third time. “Okay, you are all locked up and secured.”

“Secured?” I asked confused.

“Yes, can’t have you trying to take off the uniform without permission now can we. Hahaha”. She said as she dangled the keys in front of me as I reached by to feel a small pad lock on my collar zipper.

She had thought this through, clearly…

She stepped back and looked me up and down with obvious delight. She had me turn around for her as she did her best to stifle her laughter. As I turned my head away from her, she took her opportunity to pull out her phone and take a few pictures of me. “Smile for the blog, babe,” she said casually.

“This is going to be the first video. My sissy slave husband getting his first maids uniform.”

When I realized what she had in her had I tried to dash for her phone in hopes of deleting the video, but with one simple side step she dodged me easily and I fell to the floor with a hard thud from the hight of the heels she had just locked around my ankles.

Again, clearly she had thought this through…

I rolled over and propped myself up on my palms with my knees up and thanking God that the butt plug didn’t go flying across the room.

She nearly fell to floor laughing at me but she managed to continuing to film. “OH MY GOD! Hahaha I got that whole thing on cam, babe! Hahaha!!! This is sooo going on the blog, babe!!hahahah”

It was humiliating, the demotion in status, her laughing at me while I lay there vulnerable on the floor before her. The worst part of it was how turned on I was by it all. There I was a 45-year-old man, lying on the floor in sissy maids dress, rock hard in my chastity cage. My locked-up, leaking, throbbing cock and swollen balls dangling there on display below the frills. As if to showcase my shameful arousal and show the world (or at least our soon to be blog followers) what a ridiculous sissy I am for my mistress and that my best place is to serve my owner and goddess wife as best I can as her personal attendant, chastised sissy lick slave and sissy maid who waits on her every whim.

This would be the fantasy we would sell to the mass of online gooners who would be willing to pay for my goddesses used socks and underwear and whatever else we could come how with to sell them.

She continued laughing as she spoke again, “Oh, I’m sorry baby, haha. You just look so funny like that. You are just a delightful shade of pouty red and I can see your little nub is hard and dripping. Hahaha. So I know you are secretly enjoying this. Hahaha. I promise we can blur out your face when we post it on the blog, but babe I swear that really is the best part. Hahaha.”

She rose to her feet and composed herself. I attempted to get up as well but she stopped me.

“No, stay there. We are gonna film a little content before I have you start your chores. Now get on all fours and put that ass in the air for mama.” She said hungrily.

I complied and assumed the position. I heard a bit of commotion behind me and as I looked back she corrected me with a swift swat on my perfectly exposed ass. I clenched and winced immediately as she made contact with my ass and she spoke. “Eyes front, pet!”

I heard another two clicks, this time they were distinctly plastic. She then stepped behind me, pulled the plug out of my ass, and replaced it with her thick strap-on in one smooth deep motion.

As I was about to ask what she was up to I felt that sudden emptiness left by that absence of the butt plug and the nothing but the sudden fullness of her thickness.

I let out a sudden involuntary and deep “huuuuhhh” sound as she glided over my prostate and right through to my second ring hitting that sweet spot deep within with an easy and force felt through to the tip of my caged dick.

She fucked me slowly at first, then harder, using the back of my frilly dress like a handle to pull me back onto her cock. I felt my dick tingle as it swelled and receded again and again against the cage walls with every thrust from her hips.

“Oh god!” I cried as you fucked me deep and hard.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cu…huuuuhhhhh!!!!” You pull out of me completely and grab me firmly by my balls.

“No! No orgasms for you, slave!” You cup your hand around the end of my cage as I begin to ejaculate but not orgasm.

You catch my warm seed in your hand then you release my balls and swat my ass cheek telling me to turn over. I do as I am told and lay as I was before propping myself up with my palms, my legs on either side of you. You present the warm hand full to me, “Good slut. Now clean up the mess you made. That’s it lick up, every drop and look at me as you do it. Good boy, a betas cum belongs in only two places, in his blue balls or in his beta mouth. Now swallow every drop, then you can begin your chores.”

She stopped the recording, patted my flat cage, and smiled.

“Welcome to your new weekend routine, pet.”