The House John Built · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Why did you not show me the room earlier?”
“I was not sure how much you would enjoy rough play let alone something like that. Once I saw you were interested and comfortable I thought it time to do.”
“Who is Mavis?”
“Mavis is my maid. I already told you I hired her from a maid service and kept her on. Reason I did is I found her to be trustworthy of my secret. One day she walked into the bedroom and there were a few toys left out by mistake. She cleaned them and just left them on the bed. No fuss. No questions. The next time she was over I left some out, on purpose this time, and kept track of where she was around the house. A minute or so after she walked into the bedroom I walked in behind her and questioned her on her lack of reaction. She said it was none of her business, that she was there to clean. I then asked her if she would be interested in becoming my full-time maid.
I asked her how much she earned, which was not much, and nearly doubled it. But I made some conditions – that she would have to be there 24/7, must sign a confidentiality agreement, and that she would have a free weekend every month and a free week every six. She agreed, and the rest is history.”
“And you never had sex.”
“Never. I am not interested in my maid. She has seen me with enough women to know that to be a fact. But I will say she is quite ok”.
“What will you do with me?”
“With you I would do a lot. Change your hair, clothing….”
“Yes I am aware of your clothing standards.” she interrupted with a half angry, irritated face but a smiling heart.
“…food, fitness, control your orgasms, enlarge your tits, piercings… Everything. You will become totally dependent on me. You will be tortured, punished and shared. Eventually you will leave your job too. But as I said, I do not want to force this on you. I am not a criminal. In my ideal, my partner, my wife, would be a willing participant. You will be left wanting for nothing. I will care for you. You would be my loved wife. But you will be something rare – a perfect wife.”
“Will we still talk and cuddle?”
“Yes and no but what I am looking for is a wife so …… it will depend. I know it is not a modern story I seek. More like a 50’s style with added benefits”.
She was calm. Really calm. She had expected she would get different feelings and emotions when he would be giving his response but somehow there was an inner peace. They continued talking for more than two hours at the end of which she was satisfied with the answers she gave. “I need some more time. Please.”
“Sure.”
Luckily they were nearly at her place and those last few minutes of the evening were an awkward silence. He stopped the car and before he could speak she said “I’ll call you” and put out her hand to shake. No kiss. He smiled.
Soon she closed the door to the apartment she made a little happy dance, for she was. She loved him even more but decided to let him wait a few days. Monday and Tuesday she texted him a couple of times asking silly questions to which she already knew the answer, and some were more to tease him than real questions. “Would I be wearing high-heels or flats? Will my legs look sexy in high heels?” He indulged her but unsure as he was had planned a date with another woman for the next Friday. On Wednesday she called him from outside her office just before starting work and told him she missed him and wanted to see him. They agreed to meet the next day – Thursday.
They met at a restaurant in town and had a long talk. She started by saying she loved him and had never really felt anything less even when she was away but still had some concerns. She told him of her fantasies and of how her mind generated a story with her hooded and caged, and how much she enjoyed it. She told him she was willing to try but did not want to rush and most importantly that she did not want to move in with him. She would need some time and space to process anything they would do – that he would do to and with her. He explained that he had no intention of rushing things, just that he wanted it clear what was happening, that in this, their, relationship the roles would be well defined. As they were walking out of the restaurant she went for his hand and whispered in his ears “lead me”. He made a mental note to cancel Friday’s date.
Over the next few weeks they met on a regular basis. She kept to her promise to be open to anything he wanted and found that she did enjoy it even when it involved her degradation. There were also instances when she was severely punished for refusing to obey immediately. The worst one was however when he left her bound standing and Mavis would come in every few hours to give her water and even put a nappy on her. She cried hard and heavy on that one. Sometimes she would need a longer time to process what happened, but even then they kept in touch. He kept himself available to talk to her and answer any questions she may have.
Over time the pattern started shifting slowly and she would spend less time at her place and more with him. She had gotten fully accustomed to Mavis and was surely not shy of being naked in front of her nor any longer concerned if they made noise during sex. Mavis was the trusted maid.
Six months after the restaurant meeting he called her at work and told her he could not see her that evening because some business had cropped up out of town. The next morning just as she was waking up he called her and told her to be at his place at seven and that she should be nicely dressed for it was an important date. She got flutters.
Chapter 5 – The Present – Part 2
Soon he entered the lounge she saw her sitting on the sofa. “You look stunning. Get up and let’s have a good look at you.” He said that in his usual tone, part loving partner appreciating her, part owner objectifying her. She smiled, loving both facets of it and started a twirl for him to see her well. She was also excited at what the plans were but knew than to ask and was wondering if it was a charity dinner that was being held that night. She had started to enjoy those social occasions more, again for the way he treated her in public – part partner, part as an object to be shown off. She loved the attention, and loved him.
Half way through that thought Mavis walked in and announced dinner was ready. Mavis’s uniform was different. This was more elegant and she wore gloves too. She looked at him a bit confused as he got her hand and led her to the dining room. He smiled at her while lifting an index finger to his lips indicating for her to keep silent. Walking into the dining room she saw that it had been set up much nicer than for a usual dinner. He seated her than sat across. The food was served with more pomp than usual, as was the rest of the service. After they had finished the main course and were sipping wine, he rose from his chair and approached hers.
He went on one knee and pulled out a small case which he opened for her. She smiled and then started crying. He told her how much he felt fulfilled in his life since he had been with her, how he admired her good heart and charity work, and how glad was that they could work together. Then he popped the question to which she said yes. They hugged and kissed and she said a thousand time “I love you”. Then he said that before they could get married there was some business to attend to.
He brought out some papers and read them to her. It was a contract describing her role as his slave wife. They had talked about this many times so she was not surprised. Still, being here made it real. She got wet. When she signed he locked a leather collar on her. As he did he told her that on their wedding day he would lock her in one that would be welded shut. She said “Thank you Sir. I look forward to it and will honour it”. She got wetter.
“Now there is the very very last order of business. You know I always kept my word to you, as I do with anyone.” She nodded an acknowledgment. “There is a promise I made to someone, to keep something secret until such time when I will have another wife”. At this she froze but he continued. “Please let me finish. This is the last piece of the puzzle and as I said, I was bound by a promise”. He produced another set of documents which he put on the table. “Krista these are the divorce papers. As we had agreed you leave this marriage with nothing to your name.” She was looking around waiting for another woman to walk in but he held a pen out to Mavis who stepped forward. She looked in awe.
He said “I will give you some time to talk soon” and produced another document. “This is to change your name to Mavis”. Krista signed both documents. He produced another one. “This is your work contract which states that you will be paid minimum wage from which your taxes will deducted as well as lodging, food and various maintenance expenses required to keep you on. In the end you will have no money left out of each paycheque. You will be penniless. You are expected to be work 24/7, may not leave the house unless ordered, and must always obey all orders given. Furthermore you shall also be sexually nullified. Your clit and nipples will be removed, your vagina sealed.
This is all as had been agreed. Sign.” And he pointed to a dotted line. She signed as she cried then kissed him passionately and said “A last one. I love you so much and will work hard for you two to be happy.” He wiped away her tears saying “A promise made is a promise kept. Now I’ll leave you two to talk.” He turned to his fiancé, still silent in awe, kissed her and left the room.
Chapter 6 – Mavis, Krista
Mavis pulled a chair next to her’s and held her hand. “We have been together for 14 years. I was always submissive but did not know it had a name. In time we started learning more together and I discovered I need to go deeper and in the end to be put to service and nullified. I want to become that which I am to be. I asked for it. We had spoken about it at length and once he was convinced it was what I really wanted we started to think how to work it out. The plan was for ten years and if it did not work we would resume our ‘normal’ relationship. I resigned from my job and took on some short contract which I could work on from home. That removed me from the public eye.
I would also take the role you know me as though at the start it was not so organised. He in turn would date and live the life of a single man. I knew each girl he brought in and similarly served as their maid. We would discuss her suitability for his needs. You, my pretty one, struck a chord quite fast. When you started dating he quickly became smitten by you and would not stop talking about you. That made me very happy. Then I met you and I wholeheartedly agreed. Sometimes, after he came back home from a date with you we would have long discussions about you, and I’ll tell you, great sex too. Him telling me how he was slowly discovering you really fuelled us.”
She looked at Mavis, the maid she knew and had started to accept and treat as a maid, but instead she was listening to Krista.
“The day he showed you the dungeon, we had discussed it and were not anticipating your shock. We were concerned about you, that we had hurt you hard and without your knowing kept an eye to be sure all was going ok for you. When you contacted him it was a happy day and during your meet at the café he was texting me all the time. I was really happy you two worked it out. That was all YOU. You made him very happy. He really loves you.”
She stopped her. “But…Why? How? What?”
Krista continued. “Because it works for us all – us three. I grew to wanting to be nothing, to have nothing. I want to be nullified. I shall not experience sex any more. I will be just an object used as a maid mostly. As he shall explain, I also have a wish to be modified and abused more. That will be up to you two to decide. I shall have no input. I trust you. In your role as bimbo wife you too will defer to him, and that we know is something you have come to want. He will decide how you look and what you will be. Me and you are the same soul on a different scale.”
“My last words to you are to love him, for he is deserving and knows how to love back. I wish you luck and beg you to accept being my superior. It will make me happy. Indeed it does make me happy that it is you. I love you too”.
A few moments of silence and then she hugged Krista. “Thank you. I do not know what else to say. Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for rooting for me”. They spent quite a long while in the hug as they continued talking. Krista kept calming her down and explaining that it was ok, that it is something she wanted. In the end she was ok. And once again, she was truly ok. She had come to accept the unexpected and the freaky kinky from him. And now she was indeed part of it.
Chapter 7 – The New Family
He walked back into the dining room and walked to the two women. He patted them softly on the back and with a soft smile asked “Talk done?”. Both women acknowledged. “Any questions?”
She was quiet for a second but then said “Is there anything else I should know? Anything?”
Krista jumped in “Nothing my sweetest. This is it.”
He picked up on that. “Nothing. This is who we were, and this is who we shall be. You will learn to treat her for what she wants to be. After a while you will get used to it and will forget about it. It will become second nature”. As if to prove what he had just said, he slapped Mavis hard across the face, pulled her up from the chair by her hair, pulled her down to the floor and kicked her hard while shouting “You lazy cunt! Don’t you ever dare to sit on a chair again or to make my wife cry.” He kicked her again. She crawled to him, held on to his leg and started kissing his shoes which she had polished earlier.
“Forgive me Sir”.
“Go do something useful”. With that he turned to her. “Like that. Let’s go to the lounge for a night cap and then we go celebrate our future.”
They were married a few weeks later. The ceremony was attended by close friends and family of the happy couple. Only few knew the secret. While they were on their six week honeymoon cruise Mavis was at a special hospital run by one of his friends. She thought she was going in to get nullified but he had other plans for her. He wants her to suffer more. Her breasts were indeed going to be removed, leaving a flat chest. Her hair, to the last follicle on her body, was going to be lasered away. Her tongue was going to be split and heavily pierced. Her ears were going to be reduced to allow for smoother latex over her head. Her clitoris was however to be left there. Subdermal implants were inserted which could be activated remotely to give either extreme pleasure or extreme pain. She had no more control over herself.
The House John Built · Part 2 (2/2)
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