Rachel’s Revenge

Rachel’s Revenge

Rachel and I had been married for about three years, and it’s fair to say that I hadn’t been the best husband in the world. In fact I had been a complete arse to her most of the time with my arrogance and rather intimidating demeanour, heaven knows why she had put up with me for so long. Things were about to change though, and I was going to pay dearly for my improper treatment of her.

Rachel was a curvaceous, voluptuous woman in her early 20s with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, with ample bosom and a lovely round derriere that fitted perfectly in proportion with her five feet eight inches height. I was taller at six feet and quite well built, aided by regular gym sessions. Whilst not ripped and toned like a bodybuilder I had fairly large muscles that I was quite proud of. My hair was short and dark and I also had blue eyes, and I was slightly older, let’s say the wrong side of 25. I had always been attracted to the curvier lady and Rachel really had my blood pumping when we first met. Since then, however, I had taken advantage of her somewhat reserved nature and soft gentle personality.

My demise started upon arriving home from work one night to find Rachel and two of her friends, Holly and Anne-Marie, in the lounge giggling and giving an impression that they were hiding something from me. “Hi Davey” she called teasingly. I ignored them and started to walk in between the two sofas that they occupied, when Holly stuck out her leg and sent me tumbling to the floor in front of them. Before I could react all three were on top of me, pinning me down despite my best efforts to free myself. I was about to yell out at them when Rachel forced a slightly damp cloth over my face and I slowly passed out.

I woke up in complete darkness not having a clue how long I’d been out. I was on my back and something felt strange. I tried to get up but when I moved I could feel something biting into my wrists which were behind my back, and had the same feeling around my knees and ankles. I tried to call out but something was in my mouth, whatever it was had a familiar taste and was quite soft. When I struggled further I could feel something quite tight but soft and smooth over my crotch, something that I could feel around my hips and flow down the crack of my bum, allowing my bare cheeks to rub against what I assumed to be the soft lounge rug. My struggles also alerted me to a soft, smooth feeling around my thighs, calves and feet when my legs were moving in their limited range. There was a lacy feeling at the top of my thighs just below my crotch, what was it? What had happened?

“Well, finally caught in the act hey sweetie” these words cut dead my struggles, spoken in a matter of fact way by the long-suffering Rachel, followed by a giggle. “I’ve always known about your little lingerie fetish, wearing mine while I’m away. You were careless this time though, and now you’ll pay the price.” What on earth was she on about? Lingerie fetish? Then it dawned on me what the feelings around my crotch and legs were, and an enormous wave on embarrassment and anger engulfed me. I struggled furiously, screaming into my gag but to no avail.
“Stockings and thongs, hmmm you naughty boy” I recognised this stern voice as that of Holly, the friend of Rachel’s who I knew had never really liked me. Both she and Anne-Marie were as curvy as Rachel but both blonde, Holly with long hair down to her upper back whilst Anne-Marie usually wore a short pony tail.

“What are we going to do with him, to fix this little habit of his?” asked Anne-Marie.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and was about to embark on another vain protest when I felt the blindfold pulled from my head. There before me stood my three curvy captors in stunning outfits. Rachel wore a tight black skirt well above the knee, with sheer stockinged legs running down into a pair of shiny black stilettos. A tight white polo neck jumper accentuating her ample bosom completed her getup. Holly was wearing a black long-sleeved jumper with tight black leggings and black stilettos to give a sort of catwoman style appearance while Anne-Marie was in a tartan skirt with a long sleeved red leotard underneath, and shiny black stockings with red stilettos.
I was stunned by the scene in front of me, and a pulse started throbbing in my sex, causing it to harden. I desperately tried to avoid this humiliating spectacle by rolling over to cover myself but it was a futile attempt.
“Looks like he’s enjoying it” said Rachel pointing to my manhood and they all laughed, as my face burned bright red with embarrassment. My struggles picked up fervour but my bonds were unyielding, and I started to panic as a feeling of doom and helplessness washed over me.

My three tormentors began to circle my bound form, my sex now painfully erect against its snug fitting as I watched these delightful ladies walk in their arousing outfits, coupled with my utter humiliation at being captured, dressed and put on display for them. I glanced down and was horrified by what I saw; my legs were encased in a pair of sheer pink nylons and a pink thong was taut across my erect manhood as it strained to become perpendicular. Rachel stopped just above my head, allowing me a view straight up her skirt where I could see she had no panties on.
“If you’re wondering where they are” she said, noticing the direction of my eyes “try looking in your mouth, they are doing a very good job of keeping you quiet, aren’t they?”
That was the familiar taste! I was outraged, another vain attempt to get up seeming to bore my tormentors, although my stockinged thighs rubbing together was causing a bit of a pleasant tingling around my thighs and up to my groin.

Rachel moved around till she was level with my upper body, and placed one of her stilettoed feet onto my chest.
“You have treated me like a little bitch for long enough now honey, I think it’s about time we reversed roles, don’t you? I mean, we clearly both enjoy it more this way”. She laughed as she nodded behind her to my erection, which despite my predicament was causing me a great frustration.
“Now, we’re going to initiate you into your new role as my private little maid, but we need to prepare first. So, while you are waiting, this will keep you occupied”. She was handed a pink phallus-shaped 6″ vibrator by Anne-Marie, and an evil smiled spread across her lips as her eyes widened with excitement. Holly approached me, placed the toe of her shoe under my side and flipped me over onto my front with alarming ease. Realising how helpless I was, I pleaded with them to let me go and give me a second chance, but all that came out was a low muffled sound. My pink thong was pulled out of my crack and to one side, and I felt something cold fingered around and into my anus, before feeling the unmistakable shape of the vibrator forced deep into my passage. I moaned and then shuddered as the vibrations started, struggling frantically as the ladies stood up to admire their work, laughing haughtily. I heard the faint sound of their footsteps on the soft rug I was laying on disappear out of the room, and I was left alone to be tormented by my pink underwear and toy, along with my wife’s intimate taste. My sex was pressing against the rug through the thong, and it was still uncomfortably between my legs rather than up against my stomach, which would provide at least some relief. Writhing and wriggling against my bonds tormented my sex further as the soft rug tickled it through the smoothness of the thong.

I had lost the will to continue any efforts to free myself by the time the ladies had returned, accepting my predicament as being beyond my control. A pair of red stilettos appeared right in front of my eyes, as Anne-Marie stood over my bound form.
“We have bought you a little present sweetie” she said in a slightly excited way. “A nice little outfit that I’m sure you’ll just love! We’re going to untie you now so you can try it on, but in case you try to do anything other than instructed…” Holly walked past to the DVD player, placing a CD into the drive and playing it, showing me tied up on the floor in this clothing!
“We’ve got a few copies of this stored away with other friends, we thought we’d better film it to make sure your silly male stubbornness didn’t compromise our plans for you” said Holly. “If you don’t comply then they are going public, so be a good boy and follow our orders. Rachel will be down in a minute, she’s just getting ready, as you should be”.

I was dumbstruck, I felt so helpless and vulnerable, and also petrified that this film might get out. I was too stunned to fight back as I was untied and told to strip from my attire. I did so; my sex finally freed from its tormented position much to my comfort. I was told to bend over, and the vibrations teasing my rectum finally stopped and the object removed. The tape holding in my gag was peeled off my mouth and the crumpled panties taken away by Anne-Marie. My slight relaxation was short lived, however, for as I let out a slight moan of relief Holly produced the aforementioned outfit and held it in front of me. It was a rather small looking maid’s outfit, with a high neck and miniskirt that would barely reach past my bum. It had long sleeves and the standard small white pinny below the waist. On the sofa was a pair of black sheer stockings and a black thong, with a pair of black stilettos on the floor in front of them.

“Hurry up and get dressed” snapped Holly. “Rachel will be down any minute now, and you’re in enough trouble as it is.” I hesitated, before a staunch ‘no’ echoed through the room.
“What?! How dare you!” thundered Holly, as both women made for me. I was caught out by how strong these ladies actually were, as they quickly managed to wrestle me to the ground and hold me down, despite my own considerable strength. Holly straddled my upper torso, trapping my arms against my body, whilst Anne-Marie sat on my thighs and took a firm grip of my testicles.
“Now, have you forgotten about our little film already? Or are you just completely stupid?” asked Holly from her vantage point on top of me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out” I pleaded. “I won’t do it again I swear just don’t re-”
“Silence, I can’t listen to your pathetic pleas. Just get your outfit on NOW!”
Holly had a voice that carried authority, which helped to subdue my little rebellion. The two ladies climbed off me and I got up and began to slide the thong up my legs and over my crotch, with the back climbing up my bum. I twitched nervously and was shocked at myself as I could feel arousal building up around my sex. I can’t possibly enjoy this, I told myself desperately. I’m a man, men don’t wear this sort of thing and they certainly don’t enjoy it! But it was useless as my sex began to grow, a growth accelerated as I shakily rolled one stocking up and then the other. By the time the second one was done, my sex was pressing hard against the thong as before.

Next came the maids outfit itself, which I slid up over my thighs with some difficulty due to the tightness of the skirt. It held my sex down uncomfortably but I noticed a slight dark arousal from my sex being tormented like this. I began to tremble as the two tormentresses helped me to slide my arms down the sleeves before Holly zipped up the back, trapping me in my humiliating symbol of submission. They helped to steady me as I climbed into the stilettos, and then Anne-Marie pulled a little make-up bag from her handbag. They ordered me still as they applied lipstick, rouge and mascara. My hands were pulled behind my back and my wrists tied together tightly, but there was no gag this time, and I was about to find out why. I noticed the camera that must have been used earlier still set up in the corner.

“Is she ready?” asked Rachel as she entered the room. She? Cheeky bitch I thought, I’m still a man!
“Yes, ready and waiting aren’t you Davina?” said Holly. Davina? This was worrying me now, as if I wasn’t worried enough already.
I turned to my wife with pleading eyes, but these eyes went from pleading to pure lust at the sight before me. Rachel had changed into a black panel basque, long black silk opera gloves, glossy black stockings and spiky heeled black stilettos. My sex throbbed painfully and I gasped at her appearance. But there was one more item she was wearing, a black strap-on between her legs, about 6″ in length and of standard girth. She couldn’t, could she? Despite my horror on the surface I could feel, deep down, a burning masochistic desire to let this once soft but now wicked woman to have her way with me.

“You look beautiful, now on your knees darling” Rachel said in a voice that oozed authority and control. I ungracefully knelt down, difficult in heels and with my hands behind my back. I bent over before the command was given, and suddenly heard a whoosh followed by a crack and a stinging sensation across my buttocks. I let out a pathetic yelp.
“Rachel – or Mistress to you – only said knees not bend over too, but stay like that anyway” scolded Holly, who was brandishing a riding crop. The lash hurt but it also made my sex throb even more, and I was now aching for release of the ample cum that had built up during my short captivity.

I faced the floor as Anne-Marie applied lube to my anus then stepped away, allowing Rachel to kneel down behind me with her rubber cock inches from my bum. I felt the tight miniskirt of my maids outfit forced up slightly to expose my behind. Rachel took hold of my hips with those silk gloved hands and eased the strap on all the way inside me. I reared my head back in a mixture of pleasure and pain, only to see Holly knelt before me, herself wearing a strap on, and with an evil smile on her face looking down at me.
“Suck it, you little bitch” she demanded. I stared at it for a second, but this was a second too long as Anne-Marie took her turn to bring the riding crop down across the top of my buttocks, just above Rachel’s dildo in my rectum.
“AAARR–mmmpphhh, mmmmpppphhhhh” Holly had taken advantage of my scream as she rammed the rubber cock down the back of my throat, and Rachel at the same time began a rhythmic pumping into my bum. I was being spit roasted like a true bitch, a little slut. I could not alleviate any of the strokes in either my mouth or behind, as to pull away from one would only force me harder onto the other.

My cock still achingly pointing downwards due to the thong was pulsing and throbbing at my rectal torment, until my humiliation and dark arousal combined to bring me to the brink of an ecstatic orgasm. The two strap on clad ladies came before I could, and the dildos were pulled from my orifices as I begged them to continue, but all I got was another pair of worn panties in my mouth and a stocking over my head that helped to hold them in. Anne-Marie passed Rachel the pink vibrator from before and it was duly inserted inside me. The tight skirt was rolled down back over my bum and my ankles were then bound and brought up behind me, where there were tied to my already bound wrists. Rachel reached up my skirt and turned the vibrator on full, and the three ladies left me there with it buzzing furiously inside my passage. My arousal was extreme and I began to shed tears that were a mixture of extreme sexual frustration and anger at my treatment.

“Oh, you’ll soon learn to love this” said Rachel sympathetically. “It’s best that you do honey because from now on you are my personal little maid whenever we’re behind closed doors. I’m not a complete bitch…” she chuckled mid sentence “…so I’ll let you keep your masculinity in the outside world. But when you get home from work darling, well you know what to slip into”. She came around and sat down right in front of my face, her intimacy an inch from my nose, filling my nostrils and causing me to moan longingly.
“You seem to like pink lingerie as well as your maids’ outfit, so I’ll buy you some more sexy things to wear for me. I’ll have to instil some discipline into you too sweetie, so you might be tasting the lash a bit more in the coming weeks. You’ll also learn how to pleasure me with your tongue like a good little slave maid should. I’ve had to do this, after putting up with your chauvinistic ways for so long, I know you understand and agree with what I’m doing”. She stroked my stockinged covered head as I made one last half-hearted struggle, then stood up and walked over to the camera in the corner of the room.
“We’re going to make some copies of this now, so we’ll leave you here to think about your future sweetie. I know you’re going to love it more than I am, and that’s saying something!”
The three girls laughed as they turned off the lights and shut the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my tormenting vibrator on the soft rug in total darkness. I was resigned to my fate, utterly defeated and unable to do a thing about it. Despite my frustration and anger, I yearned for the return of my now dominatrix wife and her equally cruel and dominant companions, and let out one last moan of pure sexual lusting as the full magnitude of my predicament sank in.