8 comments/ 62163 views/ 12 favorites Caitlin and Mistress Vicky Ch. 02 By: Jemina004 I hummed softly as I put the finishing touches on the salmon. Teriyaki salmon was my wife's favorite dish and it filled me with pride to know that I was making her happy. My mouth watered slightly as I arranged the tray. (I would only be having a salad myself, as I had to maintain my figure.) Taking out a pocket mirror from my apron, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable to her. My make-up was well-applied, my long blonde hair was pulled back in a sensible ponytail beneath my maid's cap, and my maid's outfit was spotless. All good so far. The lace bra I was wearing underneath was pushing my fake C-cup breasts up nicely, and my thong panties were hiding my chastity device that was covering my clitty. All set, I picked up the tray and headed for my wife's study, my high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor all the way. I knocked on the door quietly and waited for her to respond. "Come in." came the voice of my wife through the door. With a little bit of trepidation, I went inside. Alone among the rooms of the house, I was not allowed in her study if she wasn't there. I knew she kept her personal computer and business records here, as well as her bank account information and the household budget. None of which I was allowed to look at, of course. The paltry savings I had managed to accumulate before we got married had been transferred to her account. She said that it would be much better off in her hands and it was hard to argue. She had a MBA and was successfully running her family's investment firm. I looked and saw her reclining in her expensive leather chair. I swallowed as I got a good look at my wife. Her long black hair, smooth skin and green eyes enchanted me just like she did when she was my boss. She was dressed in a beautiful though simple nightgown. I knew she had sexier lingerie, but she didn't seem to ever wear them around the house now. It was concerning, but all things considered it might be for the best. My clitty tried to stir enough even without seeing her like that. Bringing the tray to her desk, I noticed she was talking on her cellphone. Now that wasn't unusual, but it didn't seem to be work related. My wife was laughing with whomever she was talking to. I couldn't remember my wife ever laughing when I was her secretary at her office. I stalled for as long as I dared, but no hints were forthcoming. Hoping it was a family member, I turned around to leave. "Oh you liked it? I'll be sure to wear that next time." she said, giggling. I stumbled and barely kept myself from falling. She was flirting with someone! As I looked at my wife twirling her hair with her finger, I felt jealously battling with arousal. Fidgeting with my clitty as it tried to swell inside the device, I kept my mouth shut. Complaining to her usually ended with a quick trip over her lap. I turned around quickly and left before I said something my bottom would end up paying for. I returned to the kitchen and sat down. Glumly, I picked at my salad and thought about the situation. I had a pretty good idea who she was talking to. Chad Herring was one of the men who worked with her and I remembered him from my days there. He was very athletic and charming. Unlike most of the other guys from the office, my wife seemed to like him. Thinking back, he was popular with pretty much everyone there. During lunchtime I usually chatted with the other secretaries, though I felt a little self-concious considering everyone but me was a woman. Guys around the office were a frequent topic. Some of the women were quite shameless about it, telling each other very personal things. It was at that point that some of them asked me what kind of guy I liked. Choking a little on my lunch, I told them that I wasn't interested in men. The other secretaries were surprised. Apparently they were all convinced I was gay! I denied it repeatedly, but they didn't seem to believe me. Regardless, Chad's name came up a few times. According to a few people, he had been with several of the women in the office, even Vicky! I wasn't sure if I believed it but they both acted familiar with each other, I had to admit. I suppose it could be worse. Most of the guys there either acted like I was invisible or some kind of walking doormat, frequently sending me out on lunch runs for them. But Chad never did that. He even chatted with me occasionally. But still, the thought of him having sex with Vicky made me squirm in my seat. Well, that wasn't the only reason I was squirming . My clitty didn't seem to want to give up trying to swell. My chastity device kept it from doing so of course, but it meant a steady drip of precum into my panties. It had been two weeks since she'd last let me cum and it was starting to take it's toll. I was so horny that I couldn't get the image of them together out of my mind. Hearing the sound of my wife coming to the kitchen pulled me out of my imaginings. I quickly stood as she entered and curtsied for her. "Yes Mistress Vicky?" I lisped. "Come with me Caitlin." she said, her face slightly flushed. I knew that look anywhere. She wanted my tongue to satisfy her and she wanted it now. I meekly followed her to the bedroom, fidgeting with my captive clitty behind her back. Looking down, I noticed immediately that she had taken her phone with her. Was she still talking to him? Reaching the bedroom, she turned and motioned me down. I sank to my knees in front of my wife just as she lifted her skirt. Pulling her panties down gently, I could see that she was already wet. She laid down on the bed with her legs off the edge of it. I quickly scooted forward on my knees and began to lap at her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my head gently, though I knew that wouldn't last. "Ohhh, my god. You'd do that to me?" she said breathily. Looking up in surprise, I saw that she was talking on the phone. She was having phone sex with him while I was licking her pussy! The pain of my clitty desperately trying to swell would have made me wince, but my lips were occupied. Precum had soaked my panties by now and I had to squeeze my legs together in order to keep from dripping on the floor. "Ohhh...ohhh...mmmm...fuck me...I want you to fuck me with that cock." my wife said into the phone. I was licking her pussy like crazy now, desperately wishing I could touch myself. Though my clitty was fully encased in pink plastic, it was still pleasant to move it around gently. Of course my wife had forbidden me from doing that. "Ohhhh! Chad!...I want you...I want you to cum inside me!...I want...I want your baby! ...Yeah! Knock me up!" my wife said panting, getting very close to orgasming. Hearing my wife say that made me dizzy. Pregnant? She'd been mentioning that every so often lately, but as she didn't seem to be giving any hint that she was relaxing her policy of never letting me penetrate her again, I assumed she would be doing some kind of medical procedure with my sperm. The fact that my wife seemed to want to get pregnant by another man should have made me sick, but my clitty was dripping worse than ever now. My thoughts were interrupted by her legs closing tightly around my head and drawing my mouth right into her pussy. She began to shriek as she came, arching her back and squirming her hips. Though I was getting a little light-headed by now, I kept my tongue moving in her pussy, trying to extend her orgasm. Just as I was getting close to blacking out, she released me. Taking a few gulps of air, I shakily stood up and curtsied. "Mistress Vicky, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped meekly. She nodded and starting talking to Chad again. As I was leaving I heard her laugh. "Wow that was great. Did you cum too? ...It's a shame to waste that, but there's always next time" she said into the phone, seemingly unconcerned with whether I was satisfied. After reaching the bathroom, I sighed and washed my face thoroughly. As I reapplied my eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipcolor, I tried to calm myself. She probably just got carried away. I doubt she would actually have his baby. Or would she? She loved me but there was certainly a sadistic side to her. After finishing my make-up, I opened the cupboard underneath the sink and pulled out one of the spare pairs of panties I kept there. My wife usually required oral sex twice a day while keeping me from cumming more than once every two to three weeks. This caused me to soak through my panties every so often, making me to have to change to a different pair. In order to keep from soaking through these too, I put a panty liner inside it. Even though I had become very used to acting girly by now, changing panties and using feminine pads made me blush. I looked at the mirror to check my appearance one more time, then left the bathroom. I headed to the kitchen automatically, as my wife usually enjoyed a drink after sex. Mixing an Appletini for her, I heard the sound of the TV turning on. My wife had evidently gone into the living room. I picked up the drink daintily and took it to her. Not looking at the TV, (I wasn't allowed to watch it.) I put it on the table next to her and curled up on a chair on the other side of the living room. I could immediately tell she noticed. Normally I curled up at her feet, but her comment about wanting Chad's baby had perturbed me. I knew I was treading a fine line here. Letting her know I was genuinely unhappy without seeming disrespectful was important. It wasn't long before she turned the TV off and motioned me over to her. I got up quickly and curtsied. "Yes Mistress Vicky?" I lisped, a touch nervously. "Okay princess, what's wrong? It's only been two weeks, you know pouting won't work." she said, giving me an even look. She only called me "princess" when I was being sulky. It was a sign that she was concerned but that I should be careful not to push it. Fidgeting a little, I was shook my head. "It's not that Mistress Vicky...I..." I lisped, then fell silent. She patted the seat next to her and I sat down, smoothing my skirt. I was trying to figure out how to broach the subject respectfully when my wife suddenly pulled me over to her. I made a surprised sound, thinking she was going to spank me, but instead she pulled my head into her lap. "It's okay sweetie, talk. I'm listening." she said, stroking my hair gently. Her fingers moving through my hair instantly soothed me. "Mistress Vicky, it's about...the guy you were talking to." I lisped quietly. "Ah. Yeah I probably should have explained that to you earlier." she said, a touch apologetically. "First of all, it's purely a physical thing. I don't love him. I love *you*. You understand that right?" she said, looking right at me and tracing my lips softly with her finger. I nodded, but I wasn't convinced yet. "But you said you wanted his baby..." I lisped. She just looked at me until I remembered to say it. "Mistress Vicky." She nodded, thinking for a moment. "I did say that. I've been wanting a child for some time now. Look sweetie, I love you so much, but you have to recognize that a woman prefers a more...masculine and confident man to be the father of her children. It's mostly biological, if that makes you feel any better." she said, slipping her finger into my mouth. What she was saying was a little hurtful, but to tell the truth I could see where she was coming from. Not very many women dream of having a child with a sissy maid. Sucking on her finger however, meant that I could only nod. She smiled at me and put a second finger in my mouth. Stroking my hair with her other hand, she continued. "A woman just needs sex with a real man every so often. But afterwards they're a bother. I can't tolerate a lazy man. I would much, much rather come home to my pretty and obedient sissy." she said, her eyes sparkling. I nodded again and continued to shyly suck on her fingers. I could tell she was pleased at my acceptance. Taking her fingers out of my mouth, she moved her hand down to my skirt. Flipping it up quickly, she fondled my chastity device through my panties, smiling as I gasped. "So yes, I plan to have Chad impregnate me. But just because you won't be related to our baby doesn't mean he or she won't love you any less. Wouldn't you love our baby just as much?" she asked, pulling down my panties and exposing my chastity device. Every time she reminded me that I wouldn't be the father made my clitty drip more. A fact that would certainly not escape her. "Y-Yes Mistress Vicky." I said, squirming in her grasp as she moved her hand over my pink plastic encased clitty. "I'm sure you'll be a great nanny for Chad's children. Just leave the work of making them to a real man like him." she said laughing, enjoying my embarrassment. "Mistress Vicky! May I please please cum?" I lisped desperately, my horniness starting to overwhelm me. "Oh I don't know...It's only been two weeks. By the way, Chad had me yesterday. And he's going to have me tomorrow too!" she said, her sadistic side coming out. "Please Mistress Vicky! I'll do anything!" I begged helplessly. I absolutely had to be unlocked, I'd go crazy otherwise. My wife unbuttoned her blouse and pulled out the key. Dangling it over my head, she laughed as my eyes followed it back and forth. "You'll have to agree to a few conditions if you want to be unlocked." she said teasingly. Nodding quickly, I was ready to agree to practically anything. "But I won't tell you what they are, only that there are three conditions, and they all have to do with Chad." my wife said, a wicked smile on her face. It looked like that was exactly what I was going to do. Still I hesitated, thinking of all the unpleasant possibilities. Seeing that, my wife made as if to return the key back under her blouse. Maybe she was bluffing but I couldn't take the chance. "Yes Mistress Vicky! I'll do it!" I said, resigning myself to whatever she came up with. "Good girl! Now you'll get a reward." she said with a touch of triumph in her voice. My wife quickly unlocked the device and I gave a relieved sigh as my clitty was finally freed. Her fingers danced over it lightly as it grew to it's full length of three inches. She never missed an opportunity to make fun of it nowadays. It was her idea for me think of it as a "clitty", explaining that men had cocks, sissy girls had clitties. "Aww, it looks cuter everytime. Needless to say, Chad is so much bigger. Almost three times as much in fact. But then, he has a cock." she said, tracing one finger along the underside. My clitty was dripping just as much as it was earlier, and my wife took advantage of that. She collected every drop that appeared and brought it to my mouth. I meekly accepted her fingers, licking them clean. "You know I might not get pregnant immediately. Chad and I might have to try for weeks or months. Just think of his huge cock cumming inside me again and again and *again*." she said with her eyes closed, likely enjoying the thought herself. Her fingers were moving faster over my clitty, and I couldn't hold back for long. When I imagined Chad enjoying her pussy, which I haven't been able to do in years, I knew I was at the point of no return. "M-Mistress Vicky! May I please cum?" I stuttered, squirming under her fingers. "You may." she said, closing her hand over my clitty and pumping it quickly. Seeing my clitty completely covered was the final straw. Closing my eyes and letting go, I immediately came, spurting into her hand and moaning just like a girl. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of my wife's hand in front of my mouth. "Come on sweetie, lick it up like a good girl." she said, enjoying this part far more than I did. Giving a small sigh, I licked it up, swallowing everything on her hand until it was clean. My wife wasted no time in locking me back up. Jiggling my chastity device, she considered for a moment. "I think it's getting a little too big for you now sweetie. You know how you keep shrinking. I'll custom order a smaller one soon, since even the tiniest one they normally make is way too big for you." she said, evidently not done teasing me about it. Blushing, I stood and pulled my panties up. Curtsying, I remembered what to do. "Yes Mistress Vicky, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped, well trained by now to fix my appearance after every sex act. She nodded and turned on the TV. It wasn't until I had gotten to the bathroom that I remembered I hadn't asked her what the conditions I agreed to were. Applying my make-up, my mind ran through some of the possibilities. They all seemed to involve meeting Chad in some way. I knew Vicky would want me to be respectful to him too, I just hoped that was all she wanted. Before returning to the living room, I needed to pee. My chastity device made it so that I had to sit down like a girl at all times, something my wife found both very proper and very humorous. She had even gone so far as to permanently fix the toilet seat down. When I was done I dabbed with some toilet paper and checked myself in the mirror again. I looked presentable. My wife would want me to look happy too however, and she could always spot a fake smile. I made sure to look at the upside of the situation. Even though I wouldn't be a father in the traditional sense, (to put it lightly) I couldn't help but be excited at the thought of a raising a child. Though I was happy with my life overall, just doing chores all day was a little dull. Having a baby to take care of would tire me out, but it would also enrich my day. It might bring me closer to Vicky too! I smiled back at my reflection and knew that it was real. Humming softly, I returned to the living room. This time I sat down on the floor near her like I always did. She smiled at me and put her feet up. Rubbing them gently, I took the opportunity to ask. "Mistress Vicky, could you tell me what the conditions are?" I lisped politely. Though most people wouldn't have been able to tell, I could see that her smile was turning into more of a smirk. Seeing that made start to sweat. "Okay sweetie. First of all, Chad will be coming over to the house from now on. Some nights he may stay over, if he does, you'll be sleeping in the guest room." my wife said lightly. My unhappiness must have shown, because she bent forward and patted my head consolingly. "It's not that bad princess. It'll only be for a few nights a week at most. We can even decorate the guest room for you. I'll let you put up your own posters and hangings. It'll be fun!" she said brightly, trying to cheer me up. I nodded reluctantly. That had been about what I expected. Going back to rubbing her feet, I waiting for my wife to continue. "Secondly, when Chad is here you will respect and obey him just like you would me. He doesn't have much experience with sissy girls, so you can come to me if you don't think he's being fair. Make sure it's worth my time though, or your bottom will be sorry." she said, smirking at me. This time I controlled my reaction. Again, this is what I expected. I wouldn't like obeying Chad, but I could do it if my wife said so. Maybe the third condition will be okay. "And thirdly..." she paused. "Just like you satisfy me, you'll satisfy Chad too, if he wants it." My face paled considerably and I froze. This is exactly what I was afraid of. She knew I didn't like it, sometimes having me practice pleasuring one of her dildos as a punishment. My wife must have sensed that she was pushing my limits, because she was suddenly stroking my hair gently. I tried to turn away, but she firmly turned my chin to face her. "It's okay sweetie. Look, I'll make you a deal. If you're on your absolute best behavior when he comes over, you won't have to. If not...well that sounds like the perfect way to make sure you abandon any vain hopes of competing with him." she said, not unkindly. Caitlin and Mistress Vicky Ch. 02 "Yes Mistress Vicky!" I lisped quickly. At least there was hope. "But just in case, I want you to practice your technique on one of my dildos every day. The biggest one of course." she said, teasing me again. I couldn't miss the gleam in her eye when she talked about this. She clearly wanted me to do it. Sighing inwardly, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was pleasuring Chad with my mouth. "Yes Mistress Vicky." was all I could say. ~*End of Part 2*~ Caitlin and Mistress Vicky Ch. 03 I was sitting nervously in front of the mirror in the newly decorated guest room. Chad was set to arrive in half an hour. My wife was getting ready in what was for now our bedroom. She had told me to dress up for the occasion, though I was still to wear my maid's outfit. I opened my jewelry box and tried to decide how to accessorize. I selected a lace choker with a teardrop-shaped diamond. Fastening it around my neck, I checked my appearance again. My blonde hair was nicely done in a ponytail with two long bangs on either side of my face. Some tastefully applied light blue eyeshadow set off my eyes and a cherry-tasting lipgloss had made my lips quite shiny. Without careful examination, I looked like a fairly attractive woman and I knew Vicky would be pleased. As a finishing touch, I picked up the bottle of Princess perfume by Vera Wang (given to me with a bit of a smirk by my wife) and dabbed at my wrists and below my ears. Perfect! I glanced around at the guest room. A stranger might have guessed that it belonged to a teenage girl. Liberal amounts of pink and white were all around me, from the curtains to the posters. Vicky said that I would be allowed to decorate it, but that turned out to be only a choice between several things she picked out for me. Between a poster of cartoon ponies and a poster of some kid named Justin Bieber, (apparently he was popular) I picked the second one. The one thing I appreciated was the large white canopied bed. After confessing to my wife that I had always been jealous of my sister's bed when I was younger, she bought one that was very similar. I was actually quite keen to sleep in it; the soft mattress and transparent lace curtains looked inviting. There would be plenty of time to try it out later though, until then I had some unwelcome tasks ahead of me. Standing up, I gave my image one last glance and headed to our bedroom, intentionally not looking at what was laying on top of the dresser. For once I appreciated my high heels clacking on the hardwood floor, as it would help ensure that I didn't end up peeping at Vicky. I had been tempted to go earlier and catch a peek of my wife changing but didn't dare. Seeing her naked figure, as lovely as it was, wasn't worth the spanking I would definitely get. Dealing with Chad showing up would be difficult enough without being unable to sit down. Still though, my chastity device-encased clitty tried to stir at the thought of seeing her naked. I smoothed my skirt and knocked, not wanting to risk it. "Come in." came the voice of my wife through the door. I opened the door and saw she was at the mirror just as I had been. Vicky was wearing a green silk gown and black heels. I knew her favorite color was green, mostly because it matched her eyes. Her straight black hair fell evenly around her and went halfway down her back. Several emeralds spaced out on a silver chain around her neck completed the look. I walked over to her and watched her putting on her earrings. She picked up the hairbrush and wordlessly handed it to me, her eyes still on her reflection. I felt a pinprick of jealousy as I started brushing her long hair. She mostly wore simple and plain outfits for me, and she was obviously dressing up for him. In fact, I don't think I'd ever seen that dress before. Seeing her eyes in the mirror move to me brought my attention back to the moment. "You're looking very pretty tonight Caitlin. You're not trying to seduce Chad yourself, are you?" she asked with a teasing smile. Unable to stop myself from going red, I shook my head quickly. "N-no Mistress Vicky." I lisped, stammering slightly. "And did you practice today sweetie?" she said, her smile widening. The "practice" she was referring to had to deal with the dildo that was on top of the dresser in the guest room. My wife had told me to practice sucking on it everyday, in preparation for the inevitable blowjob I would have to give Chad. The first few times I practiced were under her supervision and I was incredibly embarrassed as I responded to her directions on how to deep throat, how hard to suck, and how to move my tongue around. I would always be on my knees in front of the bed with her sitting on top of it next to me, with my skirt flipped up and panties down. Any hesitation in following her commands were met with a very hard smack with her hand on my sensitive ass. Once she was satisfied with my technique though, she left me to do it alone, with the condition that I had to pleasure the realistic dildo for ten more minutes each day. Today I'd sucked on it for a tiring forty straight minutes. "Yes Mistress Vicky." I lisped softly, my face as red as could be. "Good. You know what you need to do tonight, right?" she asked, looking at me in the mirror. I nodded and looked away. "Good girl! Alright, let's head downstairs. I want you to mix some drinks for Chad and I. He likes a martini." she said, standing up. I followed her downstairs, checking the clock as we went by. Fifteen minutes to go. Butterflies starting fluttering around in my stomach as I imagined opening the door when he arrived. Chad wouldn't be the first man to see me dressed as a maid, but he would be the first I had known previously. Would he keep it secret from all the people where I used to work? I knew it didn't really matter anymore as my wife had made it quite clear that I would be a homemaker from now on, but it still bothered me slightly. Everyone there thought I was gay (despite my insistence otherwise) and the news that I was a sissy maid would be greeted as a satisfying explanation of our marriage. News of our engagement surprised everyone there. Most people were politely incredulous when I told them. In fact, some of them didn't believe me and asked Vicky if it was true. After the first few times that happened, I learned to let Vicky break the news. Unsurprisingly, she made every decision regarding the wedding, including my tux, who would be invited, and even what my wedding vows would be. I was pretty embarrassed that the "honor and obey" part that some women vowed would actually be said by me instead, but I didn't want to risk ruining things by complaining. Thankfully, only a few titters were heard as I said that during the ceremony. I knew my sister was one of them though, having plenty of memories of her giggling at me. Suddenly I was brought back to the present and seized with the impulse to ask her something. Hesitating for half a second, I spoke up. "Mistress Vicky?" I lisped. She stopped and turned around. "Yes sweetie?" she said, her eyebrows raised. "Do you still...I mean..." I lisped, looking at her meaningfully but unable to finish. She looked at me for a second or two, then smiled warmly. "Of course I do honey. I'll always love you no matter what. This thing with Chad is just a physical attraction. He's an excellent lover and a very good choice for fathering a child. Once we're sure I'm pregnant from him, he won't be around here at all. At least until I'm ready for another one." she said, cupping my face in her hands. I nodded slowly, somewhat reassured. She moved closer and kissed me on the cheek. I was a little bit disappointed, wanting to feel her lips on mine, but that was only for special occasions. From my days as her secretary I knew she was a shrewd manager of people. She probably wanted to reassure without rewarding me for that behavior. Still though, I couldn't complain about feeling her lips and I smiled back. Vicky turned around and we kept going. We split up at the end of the hallway, my wife headed to the living room while I went to the kitchen. I pulled out the drink cart and got to work mixing their drinks. Pouring the gin made my mouth water slightly. I had enjoyed liquor in the past, but it made me somewhat intolerant of Vicky's orders and that was unacceptable to her. As a result, she hadn't let me have a drink in several years. I suspected she enjoyed teasing me about it too, judging from the satisfied sound she started to make after every sip of hers. I was longing to take a drink, mostly to calm my nerves. I sincerely didn't want to suck Chad off, despite people believing I was gay. That rumor had been going around since the middle of high school for reasons I won't go into just yet. More broadly speaking though, I was aware of several effeminate mannerisms that I had a very difficult time getting rid of. The girls at the office had certainly picked up on them. Back when I was Vicky's assistant, they'd seen me blush whenever they talked about guys. The other secretaries started trying to fix me up with their gay friends and even setting up a profile for me on a gay dating site. I complained to Vicky about it, but she told me she had much more important matters to take care of. Though she sounded indifferent, I could of sworn she smiled as she turned away in her office chair. *Ring Ring* The sound of the doorbell nearly made me drop the bottle I was holding. He was early! I put down the vermouth and headed to the door, trying to will my stomach to stop fluttering. I stalled for a few seconds by checking the peephole. It was Chad alright. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. "Greetings Sir, welcome." I lisped, curtsying and remembering the honorific Vicky told me to use. Chad's first reaction was one I've experienced before. A slight widening of the eyes and his lips curling upward as he realized I wasn't really a woman. At least he was polite enough not to burst out laughing, though just barely. Chad was several inches taller than me, even though I was in high heels. He had a handsome face and short but tousled brown hair. He was wearing a suede jacket that didn't hide the fact that he was well-built. I remembered most of the secretaries had their eyes on him, but wouldn't make a move because of his rumored relationship with Vicky. It was the other way around for me. I was far too intimidated to talk to Vicky as anything other than her assistant with guys like him around. Naturally I no muscles to speak of. Though Vicky had assigned me workouts to keep myself toned, they were all cardio and usually only something a woman would do, such as butt-lifting and (I still haven't lived this down) pole dancing. "Thanks Caitlin. I didn't recognize you right away. You certainly look...different." he said, coughing slightly as he suppressed a laugh. As usual, I couldn't help turning red. Clearly they'd talked about me, otherwise he wouldn't have known the nickname that had stuck to me like glue. Wondering what other embarrassing things he might know, I backed up a few steps and moved to the side of the hallway, my head still bowed submissively as he walked inside. I starred at his shoes and gave the slightest cough, trying to respectfully request him to remove them. Chad got the hint and took them off, watching me as I bent down to put them in the closet. "This way Sir." I lisped in my practiced tone, walking past him and bidding him to follow. As we went to the living room, I was pretty sure he was looking at me from behind. Vicky had taught me to walk suggestively during the early parts of my training and by now it was the only way I walked. Was he staring at my ass? Suddenly I wished my skirt was a little longer. We walked into the living room and my wife stood up. I hurriedly got out of the way and watched them embrace. It wasn't long before they kissed. The pinprick of jealousy I had been experiencing became a full blown stab as I saw them start to use their tongues. Though it had only been a week since I'd last cum, my clitty starting dripping at the sight. Finally they ended the kiss. My wife glanced at me, her pale skin somewhat flushed. I quickly took the hint and went to the kitchen to finish their drinks as they settled down on the couch. Placing the olive inside Chad's martini, I went to work on my wife's Cosmo. I really, really wanted to take a sip of one of these drinks, especially considering the task I had ahead of me. But if Vicky found out about it I would be sleeping face down for the next couple of days. Sighing regretfully, I picked them up and headed to the living room. They were talking as I entered. My wife looked up at me from the couch and broke off whatever she'd been saying. I was a little curious about it but knew better than to ask. I set down their drinks on the table and stood there uncomfortably, not sure what I should do. Vicky motioned me down on my knees and I obeyed immediately, which unfortunately put me closer to Chad than her. "Caitlin, introduce yourself." she said to me, taking a sip from her Cosmo. "Hello Sir. My name's Caitlin, I'm Mistress Vicky's...sissy maid." I lisped, so embarrassed that I barely finished the sentence. "Hi Caitlin. I'm Chad. Your wife's man." he said simply, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I'm happy you're here Sir. Would you please make my wife happy, since I can't anymore?" I lisped, knowing what Vicky wanted me to say. "Oh? And why can't you?" he said, looking mildly curious. I looked at my wife for a moment and then stood up. This would be far worse than the several embarrassments I had gone through so far. Closing my eyes, I lifted my skirt in front of them. This time Chad did burst out laughing. He likely knew I was in chastity, but seeing it was another matter. The entire area was smooth of course. My small clitty was encased in a pink chastity device and further covered by a see-through black thong. I opened my eyes to see Chad was looking at it with interest while he sipped his martini. "How long do you keep her locked up like that?" he asked conversationally. "A few weeks, depending on her behavior." my wife said, now running her hand over his leg lightly. "And if she behaves badly?" he asked, putting his drink down. "Then she goes longer, not to mention going over my knee. But don't worry, I have her pretty well trained by now." Vicky said, her hand resting over his crotch. My wife looked directly at me now, motioning me to my knees again. I sank down slowly as I watched them kiss. Vicky unzipped his pants, bringing out his half-hard cock. My eyes widened when I saw it; Chad's cock was twice as big as mine even though it wasn't nearly at full length. I felt a surge of jealousy as I mentally compared my clitty to his cock. At the corner of my vision, I could see my wife undressing. Vicky put her hand on the back of my head and firmly pushed my head closer to his cock. Ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach, I leaned forward and licked the tip. It immediately responded and grew larger. My clitty had been trying to do the same, but was mercilessly prevented by the chastity device. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked gently, going a little deeper as I felt him get to full size. I was getting into a rhythm now with my tongue moving all along the underside. Suddenly I felt Vicky's hand pulling me off his cock. I took a few deep breaths and leaned backward, grateful for a few seconds of rest. My wife broke off their kiss and swung over onto his lap, facing him with her arms around his neck. I had a bird's eye view of her pussy slowly sinking onto Chad's cock. Vicky gasped as his cock went all the way in, likely touching places I never had. Chad started to fuck her now, putting both hands on her hips and moving her up and down. I leaned forward again and lapped submissively at his balls. Soon enough my wife started talking between gasps. "Ohhh...that's amazing...you...you're so...big..." she said, bouncing up and down on his cock. I could do little more than continue to lap at Chad's balls. My clitty was dripping badly by now and desperately wanted to get hard. After about ten minutes of slow fucking, they were both moving faster now, kissing each other and moaning. I knew it wasn't long until they both came. Vicky threw her head back and shrieked softly while Chad pushed her all the way down on his cock. I could feel his balls tightening with my tongue. He was cumming inside her! I could hear Vicky gasp each time he pumped another spurt inside her pussy. She collapsed against him, both of them breathing heavily. Not knowing what to do now, I kept licking Chad's balls. From my viewpoint, her pussy was filled stretched slightly by his thick cock, and that kept his cum from dripping out. My wife recovered soon enough and addressed me. "Okay sweetie, I'm going to get off now. As soon as I do, keep your tongue over my pussy. We have to give Chad's sperm time to knock me up." she said. Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew she was smirking at me. Vicky swung back over to her side of the couch and I quickly plugged her pussy with my tongue. His cum had a bitter taste as it slowly seeped onto my tongue. My clitty had soaked through my panties by now, but no one seemed to be concerned about that. I heard Chad get up to go to the bathroom. My wife was putting her bra back on, but from where I was I couldn't get a good view of her breasts. She drank down the last of her Cosmo and sighed contentedly. By now most of Chad's cum was just sitting against my tongue. Imagining that his cum might be impregnating her at that very moment made me squirm uncomfortably, trying to adjust my chastity device. Finally I felt a couple taps on my head. I looked up and saw Vicky smiling at me. "Alright sweetie, lick it up." she said, her eyes gleaming. A big load of cum moved into my mouth the second I lowered my tongue. Grimacing slightly at it's bitterness, I swallowed it. It had a stronger taste than my own and the amount of it was several times more than I was capable of producing. Vicky encouraged me to continue with her hand, alternately stroking my hair and pushing me deeper into her pussy. After Vicky was sure that I'd licked her pussy clean, she stood and pulled her panties back up. My wife smiled down at me, seeing my smudged makeup and wide eyes. I hadn't stopped blushing since Chad arrived, and my cheeks were no doubt still bright red. "Chad and I will going to the bedroom now. Remember to make breakfast for him too in the morning, and when you warm up the shower for him, he likes it a little hotter than I do." she said, stroking my hair. "Yes Mistress Vicky." I lisped, standing up and curtsying. I waited for her to head to the bedroom, and I slowly crept to the hallway, trying to minimize the sound of my heels on the hardwood. Chad had gone to the bathroom earlier and I wasn't eager to bump into him. I peered around the corner and saw the bathroom door was open and the light was off. Whew. I quickly entered the bathroom and shut the door. As I washed my face in front of the mirror, it gave me time to think. On the whole, it wasn't quite as bad as it could have been. Chad was nicer than I'd expected. Having my mouth on his cock and balls was unpleasant, but I'd gotten through it. I didn't get to cum, but that was hardly surprising, as it was only a week since my last reward. I sat down to pee before going to bed. To my shock, I sank down right into the toilet! Pulling myself out of it, I looked and saw that the seat was up. Apparently Vicky had unfastened it and Chad had left it up! I experienced a surge of annoyance that would be familiar to most women. However irritated I was though, I knew didn't have the guts to complain. I could only clean myself up and forget about it. Afterwards, I took off my heels and walked to the guest room. I paused for a few seconds at the bedroom door and listened in. All I could hear was a muffled conversation, followed by Vicky laughing. As curious as I was about what they were talking about, getting caught eavesdropping wasn't worth it. Sighing softly, I went past the door and into the next room. -A Few Hours Later- I never really grasped how thin the walls in our house were before. Despite the softness of the bed that Vicky had picked out for me, (our bed was a little firmer, which matched her preference.) I couldn't sleep. Not with the sounds I kept hearing from our bedroom. Apparently their quick lovemaking on the couch earlier was nothing more than a warm up. Caitlin and Mistress Vicky Ch. 03 The continuous creaking of bedsprings and her moaning meant that my clitty wouldn't stop trying to stir in the device. I already had to get up earlier to put on a panty-liner, in order to keep from getting the sheets damp. Every time I heard an upswing in the noise they made, that was another orgasm Vicky and Chad were experiencing together. Meanwhile, my own number remained at zero and likely would stay that way for the next couple of weeks. However frustrated I was though, my wife had the key to the device and I had to keep her happy if I wanted to get unlocked at all. That would mean keeping Chad happy too. I hoped being as obedient and submissive as I could to him would be enough. If it wasn't...well I didn't really want to think about that. Clearing my head of the images I'd come up with to match the sounds, I turned over and tried to block out the satisfied moans Vicky kept making. I could only hope that my wife had been impregnated already, or soon would be. More months of this would be pure torture! ~*End of Part 3*~