Juliette's Hard Time

by

Juliette Lima

 
How funny to see the engineer hoist on his own petard
To see the soft and lacy make a prison strong and hard
The haughty are so amusing when put in lowly place
All laugh at males of every age when dressed in frilly lace
A half score scenes are waiting for the trapped victim of this tale
Ten times trouble calls upon Juliette when 'tis his sad travail

Part One—Getting there is none of the fun.

Now I was truly in a jam. I had been put through a day of packing, storing and horrible exposure. Now Marla had set my penance out and I was truly in a fix. She would allow me freedom from the chastity after fifteen demerit zero days, i.e. fifteen work sessions where my positive points equaled my demerits, or the positive points from the day exceeded the demerits. My time at my freelance writing was limited to six hours, from six in the morning to noon staring at noon I was her maid and had to work sixteen hours, which ended at two in the morning to allow lunch and dinner hours. The big snag was I was required to sleep eight hours before performing work, and could not do either my freelance work or maid duties unless I started an official day at six A.M. So the time between ten A.M. and the next six A.M. was a uncounted pillory time, where I had to do meaningless tasks while monitored by her or her surrogate. All this meant I start my day at six on the third of the month finish the cycle at ten P.M. on the fourth of the month. I would according to the table finish fifteen demerit cycles on April 1, if I made no major foul ups from the starting day of March 3. All in all I would have to endure twenty-nine days and sixteen hours for freedom from the chastity, which she declared would stay off as long as I did not soil my panties with an orgasm. The first FictionMania recreation would occur the day I qualified for release, so I was set to printing out the complete works of the two authors she selected, Deborah Ford and CissyKay. At nine P.M. I had to stop and turn in, from nine to ten I was require to give oral sex to Marla, and allowed to go to sleep after she proclaimed herself to be sexually sated. "For now" she added.

Part Two—Morning becomes electrifying, and other shocks.

At six A.M. I jerked awake from a jolt to my groin, sometime in the night Marla attached a cord to my chastity and instead of ringing an alarm bell my crotch was shocked. My cries finally awakened Marla, and she slowly rose from her side of the bed and made her way to the opposite side of the room to stop my pain. I was locked to the bed frame by a cuff and cable, so a wire made the circuit to the clock across the room, with the cable that kept me from reaching the clock. Marla rose and went to the toilet, ignoring my cries for relief. I danced like a monkey in my baby-doll nighty and panties, for longer than I thought possible. Marla tapped the snooze alarm and told me "Don't go away I'm going to help you get the day started by fixing coffee, just let me know if the alarm goes off."

"At least let me free from this thing I have to go too. Why did you do this, you even cuffed my hands to the belt around my waist. Please Mistress Marla this hurts."

"Oh don't be such a wuss it's a little discomforting is all. Now be quiet." With that she left me watching the alarm which displayed a count down in minutes and seconds. As the count got closer to zero I began to call to Marla pleading more and more for her to hurry. At zero the alarm buzzed loudly but did not shock me leading me to think I was clear of danger. In relief I sat on the edge of the bed and was zapped soundly in my crotch. I stood as best I could and squealed in pain while Marla laughed at my hopping about. "Dance sissy dance" She howled. As I squealed for help, she slowly moved to her side of the bed and switched off the shocker Returning to me she released my cuff and the connection to the chastity, and unbuckled the bondage belt that had held me so I was unable to release myself. "Well that's not a good start, you get five demerits for talking when told to be quiet, hope you don't leave anything undone on today's list, you only get a half point for each task, and there are just twelve tasks on the to do list. And failure to finish has a stiff penalty. Now go shower and shave and put on your working clothes. I'll lay them out on the bed while you clean up and put on makeup."

"Yes Mistress Marla" I replied and then quickly obeyed.

When I returned to the bedroom after my shower, all I found was matching panties, bra, garterbelt, stockings, and pumps. I donned the lingerie and after checking my hair and makeup went to find Marla. She was waiting for me in the kitchen with a plate prepared for me. She placed the plate on the floor and told me I was to kneel and eat with out using hands, "like the dog you are". She had made sausage links and scrambled eggs, but had the food cooked in the shape of a penis and testes, so it looked like I was devouring or rather giving head to another man. After eating I washed up and brushed my teeth, and as I started my personal work I asked Marla where the rest of my clothes were. "Oh that's all you get until noon when you do my work."

"But Mistress I have daily deliveries and pickups of my work, the delivery drivers are both women, I don't want my underwear on display, can't I have a robe?"

"Well I did get you an apron, so you can wear it." With that she presented me a sheer pinafore with lace trim. She then held the apron and I dutifully put my arms through the frilly lace shoulder straps and allowed her to tie the lace stings in a bow. Now my pink lingerie peeked through the sheer fabric, and I felt more revealed than concealed. I prepared my work for pick up and put the finishing touches on several manuscripts and prepared the shipping labels. I busied myself by preparing my invoices and realized I would have to walk to our mailbox to mail them. As Marla prepared to leave I asked her to mail my invoices, and she refused. "I don't do the work for a sissy maid, the sissy maid does my work. You carry your mail out and the letters I have on the hall table. Wait and carry them out in two trips mine first, and then yours, but wait until nine to mail my letters I want you to cross the road when some traffic is out." I knew she would find something else to add to the experience, so I agreed. I put the mail together on the table and prepared for the incoming work by archiving files on CD-ROM and deleting old files I knew were not needed. Marla left for her work at eight and called me when she arrived at her office to remind me to mail her letters. I used a small timer in the office to remind me to go at nine. At the appointed hour I went to the table picked up the letters Marla had prepared, and walked the five hundred yards through the hay field to the road to where our mailbox sat one hundred yards from our driveway with seven of our neighbors boxes. As I feared the road had a little bit of traffic, but I thought I could time it right and get out and back without too much exposure. I made it to our box inserted Marla's letters and briskly walked back to the side road; trying to avoid being seen by the car I heard coming. I turned the corner and made my dash to my driveway, where the tall cedar tree would hide me. I was able to get to the drive and thence to the house where I repeated the trek. This time more cars were out and I huddled between two full sized cedars that grew by the road waiting for a break in the traffic. I finally hastened across the road stuffed in my mail, and hurried back, as I could hear an approaching vehicle. I was doing as much of a run as the pumps would allow when I got to my drive and realized the courier would be arriving at nine thirty, and I was out of doors. I arrived at my door and looked back to see the truck round the corner to my driveway. I rushed in and grabbed the packages and placed them on the table out side my door where I had placed out going parcels before. I watched from a window as Belinda, the regular driver an Amazonian, six foot tall, woman weight lifter, dismounted her truck and fetched a box from the back of the truck. She knocked on the door and I cracked I an asked if she could just leave the box on the table. "No can do, got to get a signature for the package, and I have to see your ID."

I fetched my ID and opened the door blushing a deep red. Belinda began to howl in laughter "Oh my god this is a hoot. What happened did your wife catch you catting around? You look so precious, turn around what's that written on your panties? Oh god "My wife traded clothes with me she wears the pants" That's just too much. Guess you now know what it's like to be 'the little woman'?"

"Please Miss Belinda don't make matters worse, this is really humiliating."

"Now I'm Miss Belinda, well what's your name sweetie?"

"Juliette."

"Juliette, how cute. Well sweetcakes step out here in the light and sign for this, and show me your ID. I just love this, and Andrea the other driver is going to split her britches laughing when she sees this get up."

I signed and picked up the box, from the floor, which pulled my panties tight over my butt. Belinda goosed me and laughed as I jerked. "Oh my did she pop your cherry, Juliette?"

I stayed silent, which she took, quiet correctly, to be an affirmation. "Come on girlfriend did she use you like a bitch? You're blushing too red, she did do you, didn't she? Now don't cry sweetie, as long as you don't go getting uppity with me I'll treat you nice. You do want me to be nice to you? Don't you? I think this is a good spot to take my coffee break, so let's go inside, and you can show me a good time."

I begged her to not humiliate me further, but she put her arm around my shoulders and steered me in to my kitchen. I told her the house had cameras installed to watch me, and she laughed "Well good let's let the Mistress of the house see how well you tip the delivery driver. Now get me cup of coffee and kneel behind me I want a special treat after riding on the bumpy country roads."

She lowered her slacks and panties, and ordered me to give her an all over tongue bath on her muscular bottom. As I licked she bent forward opening her cleft, and as it opened she ordered me to get in and soothe her. I knelt and licked until she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face deep into her ass as she bucked against me as if climaxing. She told me to kiss her again and then pull up her panties and slacks. I obeyed and continued to kneel until she ordered me to stand. "I'll see you in two days for the next regular pick up, and have me some pastries to go with my coffee and lip service." She had me follow her out to her truck, where she goosed me again, and felt my chastity encased crotch, which amused her even more. She left and I rushed in to clean up and get to work as I now had only two hours of "work time" to make a start on the work just delivered, I began by scanning the hard copies and making corrections on the discs provided. I finished my preliminary review by eleven thirty and stopped my workday to don my maid's uniform and start my twenty-four hour day.

Part Three—The best-laid plans go down the crapper

I found Marla's orders and saw I had to clean toilets, scrub floors, and wash all of her laundry, and cut the hay field and rake it in to windrows. I tackled the laundry first, as the loads of wash would allow interleaving tasks. Marla had only panties and a few bras and a dozen tee shirts so there was only one load of all white cotton items. This took a scant fifty minutes to wash and about the same to dry. While the wash ran I swept and wet mopped all tile and vinyl floors, and vacuumed the wood floors and area rugs. I also ran a damp sponge mop over the exposed wood floors and sprayed odor suppressant on the rugs to make the air fresh. I also cleaned the kitchen and found ingredients for supper, which I also started in our slow cooker. I turned from floors and kitchens to toilets and first added cleanser to all three toilet bowls and sprayed foaming cleaner on the seats, as the cleaning agents worked on the later two I finished off the first toilet, and attacked the remaining ones in sequence. I also stripped and remade the bed with fresh sheets, and since the washing machine was done started the linens, while Marla's clothes dried. I straightened the family room and living rooms by stacking magazines and bagging newspapers for recycling. I attached the dusting brush to the vacuum wand and went around each room's perimeter to "download unwanted websites". Reviewing the chores list I saw I had everything except for the hay field, I had to attach a sickle bar to our tractor, and cut the two sixty acre fields. I cut the hay and just as night was falling finished using the hay rake to form up windrows for baling the hay. As night fell I began to worry since Marla was not home. At about ten in the evening Marla's mother arrived in my pickup truck. She told me Marla was in an automobile crash, and was going to be all right, but would be in the hospital for several days as she had broken both legs and arms so would be helpless. She had also brought her home barber clippers and her rotary tool, which she broke out and told me to pull down my panties. I looked on in horror as my mother-law-approached my crotch with a diamond faced cutter wheel. "I didn't have time to listen to Dianne's crap about where the key was, so I figure we could break this thing so it can't be fixed and get over it."

"Just be careful Mistress" I added

"Don't call me mistress again unless you want me to turn you into a steer. My name is Amanda, and I answer to that, or my children call me mom. I am nobody's mistress nor am I anybody's servant. I was so mad at Marla when I learned she had hooked up with that Dianne creature I almost slapped her face. She attended Lady Smith Academy just like my sisters, brothers and I did. I met my husband at Lady Smith and so did my other daughters. If I had a son I would have sent him too. I had suspicions about you being a crossdresser when you always bought Marla the most exquisite lingerie and such. You have too good an eye for women's fashion for a man. That Dianne woman is the same awful creature that ruined my cousin Michael. She had him riding in her car all tied up and in his dress and ran off the road he was thrown out of the car, and ended up being smothered in mud so he had brain damage, and was paralyzed from the neck down. Because Michael is still alive she only got five years, and got time off for good behavior. There you go free at last, free at last."

"Thanks …Mom. I think I should tell you I went to Lady Smith too, that's where I learned all I know about dressing. Marla and I never discussed our school days, she's younger than me so we never met at school. My final year supervisor was killed in a car wreck, was your cousin Michael Dearing?"

"Yes he was."

"Oh good god, Dianne did kill somebody too, Monica, my supervisor and fiancée was hit by the car Michael was riding in. Dianne was Michael's supervisor, she took a lot of pleasure in putting him through the Lady Fayre Ordeal, and keeping him in detention. Mike and I were roommates from first to third year, and when we were sent to be drones for Dianne and Monica, we had to work together a lot. If I had known Marla was an unpaired Lady, I would never have concealed my dressing up."

"Oh good heavens, you are a perfect match for Marla she lost her drone after graduation when he was asphyxiated by carbon monoxide in a motel room, where he stayed overnight, on his way to college."

"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was an unpaired drone in search of a Lady, a lot of public exposure could have been avoided. And if Dianne hadn't had so much plastic surgery I would have recognized her. She has had a lot done, cause if I have our ages right you graduated just before I started first year, and Dianne is the same age as me. I guess you thought I was a child molester marrying your daughter when she was twenty-three and being just a skosh under forty. I kept my name on the available list at Lady Smith, but never got a single introduction to an unpaired lady, twenty-two years is a long time to search for someone'

"Sit there on the stool while I cut your hair, then go get a shower so we can get to the hospital to stay with Marla. They said I could bring you in late because she's in surgery, and will probably wake about eleven tonight. There that'll do it all you need is short hair that looks like you try to keep it neat. You'll have to wear a wig if you dress up again. Now shower and let's shove off, what's that in the crockpot?"

"Pork loin in an Lexington North Carolina style barbecue sauce."

"Good I'll fix sandwiches while you shower so we can eat on the road.'

Fifteen minutes later I ate as Amanda drove my truck back to the hospital, continuing her narrative about her family, and soon we arrived at the hospital, and soon I saw how bad off Marla was. She hung from traction on all four limbs, and her jaw was wired to set her broken jaw. She was awake enough to try and mumble my name but was clearly not up to the task. Surprisingly a police officer was present, and was disappointed she could not be interviewed. I asked if she was in a lot of trouble from the accident and if anyone else was injured. The officer told me "Your wife was the only victim. She was riding with a Mrs. Dianne Mason, who is now in custody, as she was clearly intoxicated. She was so drunk she kept ranting about getting hold of your wife's maid to tell her where the key was, which made no sense. We tested her blood alcohol level and she blew a three point two, way the hell and gone over the limit. Since she has a prior conviction for DUI she is going to be our guest for a good long while. She nearly killed a man a few years ago driving drunk, poor bastard was a quadriplegic afterwards. I arrested her then, and she was too drunk to stand let alone drive. Sorry thing is she's not going to be put away long enough to keep the rest of the world safe."

Part Four—Murphy was a cockeyed optimist.

It was six weeks before Marla came home and twelve more before she could walk unassisted. I nursed her and cared for her until she was mobile. Weaving her care and my freelance work, and the housework into a routine. When I got home for the first courier delivery I had a strong talk with Belinda Basically I told her about the copy of the video from Marla's covert cameras, and informed her the copy I had on DVD would be mailed to her boss if she made anymore demands. She tried to bully me, but I had had my fill of rude women, so I showed her one of Colonel Colts Peacemakers, and she balked until I told her I would follow the three S method of dealing with agricultural pests. She dumbly asked what three S stood for and blanched when I told her shoot, shovel and shut up. She still delivers, but is a lot more polite now. Dianne was sentenced to major time as she had caused serious injuries, and was so completely drunk that everyone was outraged. I gathered all of the videos together and thought about burning them but left them intact, Marla and I still view them from time to time. Marla found out that being helpless was both a blessing and a curse, since I had unfettered access to her at all times. I think she almost fainted the first time I went down on her while she was in traction and still wired shut. Just getting to the right spot was a challenge but then if you don't try to do the difficult you never learn what your limits are. Since she was largely silent I had a chance to talk with her without any of her rapid-fire woman in command questions that have no need for an answer style of conversing.

We celebrated our anniversary by going on a weeklong cruise, and now enjoy a much more fulfilling life together. One thing still hangs around; she still is upset about how I reviewed stories she liked. So after we returned from the cruise she presented me with a box with ten envelopes. "What's in the envelopes Marla?' I asked.

"Just ten little scenes for you to live out. I had time while healing and I decided we would be able to act out just about any scene here on the farm privately, so draw out a scene, and then read it and weep."

"How long are these going to go on?"

"Every Saturday for the next ten weeks, I like having you all dressed up and afraid you have somewhere to go. Besides I was planning on letting you go that evening when I got home, I couldn't stand what I was doing. I still get a thrill though from the time I had you like a girl, I just want it to be playful, and intense enough for both of us to enjoy"

"Very well I'll do it, which one is first?"

"I put them in the order I want to do them in, all of your details are set out, but the surprise is in when you find out exactly which scene you're doing. You may only get costume notes and a sketch outline, so you're going on faith that I won't really do too much, but you know I'll do enough to really make you suffer, in a loving way. You did promise to do the scenes, and the sex afterwards will be very special."

Since I did really love my wife and actually had missed the feel of female clothes I agreed that Saturday night I would wear exactly what was required, and obey her explicitly. Marla smiled and impishly said "Good we'll start with the scene I selected from CissyKay's Riding Bitch all you have to worry about is which chapter."

Part Five—Taking a licking

I was nearly ready to run for the hills by Friday night, but knowing the shortest way through difficulty was straight up the middle, I held on and awoke Saturday bound to the bed and gagged with a ball gag. Marla took over my dressing and by noon I was attired in a leather corset that pushed the mountainous mammaries affixed to my chest into a jiggling shelf, while squeezing my waist down to the feminine ratio of 70% of my hip measurement, the leather chaps framed my crotch and buttocks and a leather gaff smoothed my maleness but left my rear uncovered and vulnerable. The blonde wig was styled in a grotesque biker-redneck bitch style and the boots with six-inch heels made me a wiggling jiggling parody of womanhood. The make up job was as over the top as the rest of the get up, and I was set to preparing food for the "honored guest" as yet unknown. I was locked out of our house and sent to the barn to make the party preparations, and set up several benches and placed a table and a round hay bale at right angles for the 'scene study' to come. To my horror several women rode up on motorcycles and Marla had me serve them dinner, they were complete strangers to me and I was getting more terrified by the minute. Marla had on her version of leathers as well and after dinner a pickup truck arrived with a large box placed in the bed. I watched the women open the box and remove a hooded figure in corset and stockings. As I watched the other biker women seized me and carried me bodily into our barn. They sat me on a metal chair and I squealed through my gag as a large plug or dildo penetrated my backside and began to swell. Lifting me again they began to carry me to the hay bale and table arrangement and I began to beg through my gag for Marla to stop. At the front of the gathering I was flipped over and draped over the hay bale and tied by my legs to the table legs and by my arms to the bottom of a king post holding my barn together. The plug deep within me began to vibrate and my hips twitched involuntarily. Marla spoke at last " Ladies bring in Dianne, please?" I tried to crane my head around but the ladies had me draped so I could only see the roof. To my surprise I felt a hand grasp the neck of the butt plug and pull and the plug slipped out and I emitted a very audible fart. The gloved hand between my cheeks was replaced by a face and I felt breath blowing on my anus as the owner of that mouth began to pant and mutter through some kind of gag. I heard Marla speak again " Dianne, you have a lot to atone for. The ladies of the Chickahominy Harley Club as a thank you for my efforts in keeping theirs tax records and doing other legal work have agreed to keep you as a ward, unofficially of course, as you are an escapee from the Department of Corrections. Since you suggested the use of the "Riding Bitch' series as Juliette's task and so you get to help out. I do have to warn you, unlike the story Juliette's ass isn't going to spray chocolate ice cream so you need to be ready for a really sickening night. Now keep licking on the anus in front of you, you need to stay ahead of the curve as the flood starts." I struggled with my uncomfortable bindings but only succeeded in causing more gas to erupt from my ass. I knew now why Marla had flushed me out with an enema this morning, she had my colon empty and something in that plug had shot a gas producing substance up me. I was cramping badly from the pressure but could not get a really complete expulsion of gas. Every time I farted Dianne gagged a and retched like she wanted to throw up. To add to everything the gaff cupping my manhood began to vibrate and I began to become more aroused and was soon humping the hay bale, which made my farting worse. After a while I heard a slapping sound and felt Dianne plow deeper into my butt crack with each slap. Marla began to verbally berate Dianne as she spanked her. Finally one of the bikers told Marla they had to get Dianne back to her hiding place and the licking stopped. I heard the sound of heels leaving, and felt my legs released from the bind only to be reattached after being spread wider and tied to the bottom of the bale. I also heard the table scrape the floor as it was dragged back. I lay alone and draped over the bale for a long while and then heard a single set of footsteps approach, then a finger slick with some lubricant began to probe my anus. The gaff maintained its vibration and a dildo slipped in my back passage slowly penetrating me and soon we moved in rhythm and climaxed almost as one. The dildo exited and I let forth one long and loud fart as the last of the gas escaped. Marla untied me amid gales of laughter and removed my gag to kiss me. "One down and nine to go, I hope Dianne holds out 'til the last one. Of course you do have one to do next Saturday you won't need her for. I saw one by Marti B. called "When Wife is Away, Hubby Will Play" I hope you have read it because I have two clients all set and ready for you." I gulped and followed her back to the house. I knew I would have a lot more to worry about next Saturday than a slimy feeling between my buttocks.

Epilogue—Crossdressed play as a marital aid.

The next nine weeks went by quickly, I survived being turned into a garish sissy and had a wild Saturday trying to find Marla at a mall where she had me trapped in heels and pink daisy dukes. I also was able to enjoy watching Dianne perform some of the tasks set forward in Mistress Dyvia's stories (she was so miserable seeking dildos blindfolded with that little bell jingling from her backside.) Of the nine tasks I had to be the active agent in four of them, in addition to the sissified day in the mall I was a secretary to my wife for a week as she wanted me to wear the several dresses she found to rival Alana's in "Undercover Secretary" and "Once A Princess" since I did the whole week she was willing to let the last one for me be done after we had tormented Dianne through five weeks as the subject of two of Dyvia's tales, one more Cissykay story (I don't remember the title, but they are all pretty much the same any way) and lastly Dianne went through our recreation of the Deborah Ford "Hotel" series, I got to be the "Mistress Cat" as called for in the script and Marla filled in as needed. I think Dianne 'got the point' but I don't really care. Marla informed me halfway through she was pregnant and since she delivered a pair of twins I have my hands full being the stay at home parent. I haven't found much opportunity to dress up since the twins came but you never know.

And so the story ends as all such must
The couple stoke their humid passions
And for each other strongly lust.
Let's leave the two alone to fare as best they might.
Confirmed in love their eyes wide open.
Not blinded by the sun nor confounded by the night.

  

  

  

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