by Tom Tame
being forced deeper with each blow.
Miss Sophia stared at her husband's pretty face and said, "Your mascara is running."
Whether it was the sound of her voice or the fact that she expressed no sympathy, he didn't know, but it
triggered a terrible sobbing in him. Sophia shushed him. "It's okay. It's okay, Alyssa. Just let go. Let it all out."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry."
Mister Zebra paddled him until his soft curvy legs began to shake, then he stepped back to inspect his
damage. "I think you should come look at this."
Alyssa wasn't even aware that Sophie had left. He was busy crying and sniffling and holding up his skirt
and maintaining his position.
Miss Sophia caught sight of her husband's painfully red cheeks. He really had taken a beating, but then
Mister Zebra pulled the g-string of the gaffe aside. She gasped then, and then giggled. There was a big jewel in his
ass, which she knew from experience was the handle of a butt plug. "Oh, Miss Lydia has outdone herself."
Mister Zebra gave it a quick twist it inside Alyssa, who suddenly moaned from the sensation. She'd almost
forgotten the invisible stranger, but she remembered it now. It felt huge and it made her feel controlled and naughty
and used. "Look in his eyes while I do this and tell me what you see."
Sophie hurried back to stand in front of her husband. The look in his eyes was priceless. She touched his
cheek softly. "I don't care what you say. I think she's ready."
Mister Zebra played with the plug for a bit, enjoying the way it made Alyssa's body squirm, her thighs
tensing and releasing, little sighs and moans escaping her. Then he joined Sophia to get a gander at the stupid little
maid's face. wrapping his arm around Sophia's waist, grinning down at her feminized husband, spanked and plugged
and holding up his short maid's skirt with "I'll do anything" in his eyes.
Mister Zebra made a deep guttural grunt. "Well, as much as I am loathe to admit when I'm wrong. . . ."
Miss Sophia giggled and turned to him, placing her small hand flat on his broad chest. "Go on."
He kissed her then, not just a kiss but an assault on her soft mouth. He forced his lips onto hers hard,
forcing his tongue deep. For a moment, caught off guard, she let out a quiet "mph!" and tried to pull her away, but
then her body went soft against his.
Alyssa watched helplessly as his wife closed her eyes and surrendered to the brutish attention.
Mister Zebra squeezed her hard enough to leave bruises. His arm snaked around her and ripped her skirt up,
revealing her shimmering red thong and her beautiful ass. He clutched at one soft cheek, lifting it, mangling it,
certain to leave a set of bruised fingerprints when he was done.
Alyssa understood: he wasn't just kissing her; he was claiming her. He was taking possession of her, taking
possession away from her husband who knelt, helpless to do anything but watch, squeezed into his corseted maid's
uniform, fishnet stockings, high heels, painted red lips, freshly spanked, breasts full and ripe with taut nipples. . . .
She was blank. Hot, aroused, melting with the desire of a voyeur, actually hoping to see Miss Sophia
fucked as mercilessly as she herself had just been spanked. Blank. She simply couldn't process it. She didn't need to
though, did she? She was just the maid, just a maid, a toy, brought here for their amusement. Whatever identity Miss
Sophia had once had, she was just another Mistress now. She wasn't a maid anymore. She was one of Miss Lydia's
administrators. The burgundy skirt, the red silk blouse, the black hose, the red high heels, Alyssa recognized them
now.
When their kiss finally broke, breathlessly, Sophia barked a soft order to Alyssa, "Turn down the bed."
She hopped to her feet and curtsied. "Yes, Miss Sophia."
Maiden Voyage
Miss Sophia wore the flushed expression Alyssa had come to know so well over years of marriage, the eyes
narrowed and glazed over with pleasure, the tense lines of her face twisted by euphoria. Mister Zebra was a
masterful lover, patient, commanding, knowledgeable. Alyssa watched him slowly turn up the heat inside Sophia.
First, there were long wet kisses where Mister Zebra held Sophie's head securely in his grip, then soft touches here
and there on her body, her arms, her neck, her lips, like logs on a fire to increase the blaze. . . .
He placed her on the edge of the bed, skirt taut, legs spread open to receive him. He forced her face up and
his lips shot pleasure down through her body. Alyssa watched as Sophie stretched to deliver more of herself to him,
breath held, fingers curling.
When Mister Zebra finally broke the kiss, he noticed that Alyssa had drifted backwards in retreat. "Stand
closer," he ordered. "It's time for you to know your place."
Yes, Alyssa realized, it was her place to attend to Miss Sophia and watch as this man placed her into a
heightened sexual trance. Mister Zebra was slowly stealing her away, and there was nothing she could do about it
but tremble with arousal. This was what Miss Sophia wanted. She'd had a husband once; now she had a pretty maid.
With shivers of delight that she simply couldn't get her head around, Alyssa replied, "Yes, Mister Zebra,"
and moved closer, her skirt brushing against lightly his slacks.
Sophie's eyes drifted to her husband, but they did not remain there long. Mister Zebra unbuttoned her
blouse and placed his warm hands on her sides. As his hands slid lightly up, her eyelids fluttered closed. Her arms
lifted by his silent command and he relieved her of her corset and red blouse. Oddly, the corset did not require
unlacing, but only a simple unclasping before she was free of it. She began to lower her arms, but he caught them,
clamped them together with one large hand and grinned as her first whimper of the evening fell on their ears.
Alyssa swallowed down the guilt. There was a rage of jealousy storming in her, but it was severely
tempered by the excited chills running across her flesh. Miss Sophia was being taken over. She was a willing
participant in the surrender of her body, and Alyssa could feel the touch of it in her own quivering flesh. She was
weak in the knees just as Sophie trembled with anticipation. She was hot all over just as Sophie was melting.
When Mister Zebra commanded her, "Come hold your wife's arms while I to fuck her unconscious," Alyssa
felt an intense pulse from her trapped cock as it squirted precum into her gaffe. Now there were two wet maids in the
room.
Mister Zebra pushed Sophie onto her back while Alyssa slipped to the other side of the bed and placed her
hands securely over her wrists, wanting to meet her eyes, wanting to apologize, but when Sophie shifted her arms to
make it easier for her to hold them, any desire or need for an apologize disappeared. It was clear what she wanted.
Mister Zebra released the clasp on Sophia's skirt and began to slowly unzip it down the side. He knew her
clothing. It was as if he'd practiced taking it off her a hundred times. Alyssa hadn't immediately seen how the skirt
had been fastened. Again, Mister Zebra proved he knew something about Sophia that Alyssa didn't. He knew how to
undress her so that every lost garment stoked the fire hotter. He knew how to cause a craving inside her. He knew
how to start a fire inside a woman (and a maid) without even touching her. He knew how to make her part her legs,
open and blossom and surrender without even realizing why she was doing it.
"It's too quiet," he said. "Perha
ps some music."
He pulled Sophia's skirt down her long legs, throwing it away into the room, catching her by the ankles,
running his hand across her stockings, up her shin, cupping his hand and sliding it beneath her soft calf, tickling the
back of her knee. She squirmed and gasped with a giggle. "D-don't--"
He grinned and raised her legs high above her, exposing her ass enough so that he could give it a well-
delivered loud SMACK with his hand. She smiled, blushed and turned her head to the side, unable to bear his gaze.
Her husband, now deliciously feminized and holding her down for Mister Zebra's pleasure, gazed down upon her,
and as much as she basked in their attention, she simply couldn't stand to look at them any longer, not when she was
so exposed, so vulnerable, and becoming more so with each passing second.
"Look at me," Mister Zebra commanded. He noted with some interest that both Sophie and her husband's
gaze snapped to him. He addressed Sophie. "You will never ever say that word again, 'don't' . . . unless it's followed
by the word 'stop'. Do you understand?"
What Alyssa saw then in Miss Sophia's eyes matched exactly what she was feeling in herself: absolute
submission. Sophia whispered, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
Sophie shivered with pleasure. With a grin, she added, "Don't . . . stop. . . ."
Mister Zebra grinned like the predator that he was. He released one of her legs, and held the other up by the
ankle, enjoying the way it exposed the shape of her mound and puffy lips beneath her red panty. Her white belly was
exposed. The soft curve of her hips and the inward slope of her waist nearly distracted him beyond all reason. He
stripped off his tie and wrapped it around her ankle with a quick neat knot. She felt the taut pull of the underside of
her thighs as he fastened her leg to the bedpost. Suddenly she was half captured, half stretched.
Then he whipped of his belt. "It's too quiet, but I think music will be distracting. Perhaps . . . we should hear
from your lovely husband. I bet she doesn't even realize how much her voice has changed."
Had Alyssa's voice changed? She had noticed every now and then that her speech patterns had changed, but
that was because she was emulating the girls around her, especially Miss Lydia whose diction seemed extra crisp
and delicate.
Sophia's voice trembled. "P-please. She's--she's been through enough. Everything we've done to her--"
He looped the one end of the belt around her ankle, cinched the other end tight to the bed frame. Now she
was stretched open, her arms pinned down, utterly exposed. "Sophie . . . we both know it's the only way. For her
opinion of herself to truly change, you must change how you view her, how you think of her. You do her a
disservice by keeping thoughts of her as your husband lingering in your mind. She's just a pretty little maid now. Do
you see that?"
Sophia peered up into Alyssa's eyes. He--she had changed so much. It was startling what all they had done
to her. She blinked and whimpered. "I'm--I'm trying."
In Miss Sophia's eyes, Alyssa saw something that only of the two of them shared: fear. Sophie was afraid of
losing her husband. It was shocking and reassuring.
Mister Zebra began to softly stroke Sophia's pussy through her silk panties, using his hand like a feathery
paintbrush. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing became suddenly erratic. "It's okay. We're going to change
that. That's what I'm here for."
He gave her pussy a little spank and watched as her body responded, flinching, tensing sharply, legs jerking
against their bonds. Her eyes snapped open with alarm. Mister Zebra grinned. "I want you two to look into each
other's eyes . . . and keep looking. Don't you dare look away for an instance or you'll be punished. To be more
specific, Sophie will be punished." He gave her pussy another quick slap and her body flinched again.
She looked into her husband's eyes. Alyssa gazed back with sympathy. She'd never understood why Sophia
would want to be hurt, but it was becoming clear now. The pain was one instrument in a symphony. It gave the
pleasure an edge, made the pleasure more real, more palpable, gave it contrast. All those years as Sophie's husband,
Alyssa had been unable to spank her or hurt her in any way, even when she'd asked for it.
"You, too, Alyssa. Look nice and deep into your wife's eyes and repeat, ' I'm a pretty maid' ."
Of course, she wouldn't do that. She couldn't, but without thinking, Alyssa found herself clearing her throat,
the expression in Miss Sophia's eyes suddenly enigmatic. Would she do it? Would she do anything Mister Zebra
commanded? "I'm--" She didn't have to do this. She could simply say no, refuse. Mister Zebra couldn't really do
anything. She cleared her throat again. Miss Sophia was so beautiful with her splotchy red cheeks and her bountiful
bosom rising and falling. "I'm . . . a pretty maid."
It was just a trial, Alyssa told herself, a test to see if it was something too humiliating, to see if it had an
effect on Miss Sophia.
It did.
Sophie moaned and stretched with her body, reaching for Alyssa with her lips. "Please," she begged Mister
Zebra, "please let her kiss me."
"No. Keep repeating, Alyssa, and don't you drop your gaze for a second."
Alyssa grinned. It was a kind of torture, wasn't it? Depriving Sophie of a kiss drove her deeper into
submission. Finally, Alyssa had a little control and it was too delicious not to enjoy. She held Miss Sophia's eyes
firmly. "I'm a pretty maid. I'm a pretty maid. I'm a pretty little maid."
Miss Sophia tossed her head, obviously struggling to keep her eyelids open, but knowing she'd been
ordered to and receiving a punitive spanking in front of her husband wasn't something she wanted to endure.
While Mister Zebra hurried over to the desk, Alyssa tried everything she could to turn up the heat, twisting
her hands tightly around Sophie's wrists. "I'm just a maid, Miss Sophia. I'm just a pretty little maid." She tried a cute
little pout and was rewarded with a painful whimper from Miss Sophia. "I'm just a stupid little maid now. Do you
see what they did to me? I haven't cum in months, Miss Sophia. I'm so turned on all the time that I couldn't stop
them from turning me into this. Now I'm just a pretty little helpless maid. You helped them. You set me up for it.
You turned me over to them. I'm not your husband anymore. I'm just a maid."
Sophie panted miserably, tears of stress appearing, her body squirming with arousal, ankles straining
against their bonds. "No, please--"
Alyssa grinned. It was fun to hit the right notes, to know just what to say to tease someone into a state of
captured bliss. She shook her head and leaned down as if to kiss her, getting close.
"Alyssa," Mister Zebra warned.
Alyssa withdrew and grinned down at Miss Sophia's face. "This is what you wanted, remember? ' We're
going to sexy maids.' Remember that? Well, now I am, and that's all I am. I'm not your husband anymore. Maybe I
was never your husband. Now, I'm just a pretty maid. 'Thank you, Miss Sophia. Yes, Miss Sophia. No, Miss Sophia.
How may I serve you, Miss Sophia.' "
The sound of scissors slicing through Sophie's red panties caught Alyssa's attention. Mister Zebra made
short work of them, pulled them away and tossed them. He glared at her. It was clear the fever of arousal she and
Miss Sophia felt had caught him as well. "Eyes," he barked, and Alyssa blanched and obeyed, returning her g
aze
back to the squirming woman beneath them.
With a swift cut, Mister Zebra slid the scissors beneath Sophie's brassiere and both cups popped free. She
was naked now, except for her stockings and red heels. She was tied down, exposed, tormented, teased and
unconsciously begging with quiet little whimpers. If they kept this up much longer, she would probably pass out; the
lack of breath alone would undo her.
Alyssa's gaze traveled over Miss Sophia's blushing breasts. Had they actually gotten bigger? Had they been
feeding her the same hormones that caused Alyssa's to grow? Or had it simply been so long since she'd seen them?
Her brown nipples were fully engorged, straining. They craved sensation; they craved touch; they craved a hot
mouth to suck on them. If Mister Zebra would allow her. . . .
"That's right," he growled, proving that there was on wavelength in the room and they were all tuned into it.
"Suck on her tits."
Alyssa dove down, only noticing out of the corner of her eye that Mister Zebra was unbuttoning his pants,
unzipping them, dropping them, stepping out of them. She attacked Miss Sophia's breasts with her hot mouth,
drawing as much of her flesh between her lips as she could manage. Sophie moaned; she twisted her hips to the side,
arched her back to force more of her breast into Alyssa's mouth.
Alyssa withdrew until she had only Sophie's nipple in her mouth. She began to give it loving licks, to and
fro, up and down, swirling it around.
"Give it a bite," Mister Zebra.
In all her years as a husband, she'd never bitten Sophie's nipple. Women were soft, weren't they? They were
sensitive, weren't they? Their breasts, their pussies, their clits should be treated with care and tenderness, shouldn't
they?
She tested the waters by gently catching hold of Miss Sophia's nipple with her teeth and was rewarded with
a deep and panicked breath, then a long moan.
"Harder, stupid slut. Do as you're told. Make her squirm."
Alyssa licked an apology into the poor nipple, but bit down on it again harder than before. Again, Miss
Sophia's body tensed and her breathing caught in her throat. She whimpered. She sucked air between her teeth and it