Step 10 -- Lunch with a Friend
After the breakthrough of the fashion show, life was wonderful. My next objective was to introduce Toy to my girlfriends and my girlfriends to Toy. My best friend Jennifer already knew basically everything. A couple of times I even let her see him when he was blindfolded and tied down. I would give her a time to show up, and I would make sure he was secure when she arrived. I was careful that he never knew though. But that was before. Now I wanted him to be out as my slave to a select few friends.
For a start down the path to serving me and my friends, I bought Toy a slutty French Maid outfit. It was a few steps above a cheap Halloween costume, but only a few. And to go along with the outfit I bought some special high heels, in his size and with locks, so they were impossible to remove without a special key. I personally sewed in some extras into the French Maid outfit, and combined with some tiny little padlocks it would be nearly as difficult to take off as the shoes without the key or the help of some lock cutters.
I had already started training Toy on the mysteries of walking in heels, and he took to it better than I feared he would. Before long he was ready for his next challenge. And so, on a bright sunshiny Saturday morning I explained to Toy that I wanted him to start in on the spring cleaning around the house. Everything cleaned, mopped, and scrubbed. And all of it to be done in his special new outfit.
My training had prepared him beautifully, and he got down on his hands and knees and kissed my feet repeatedly, thanking me and then he put on the full outfit. I knew from our ongoing conversations that he still disliked wearing women's clothes, but he was overjoyed at the opportunity to serve me, to make me happy, even if it meant wearing them.
I did manage to evoke more than a flicker of fear though when I started locking him into his new outfit. Four small locks for the French Maid outfit and two locks for each shoe. He was trapped in there until I let him out. The look of mixed adoration, fear, and resignation was such a turn on I nearly made him eat me out then and there. But Toy had work to do and a deadline even if he didn't know it yet.
Around noon he was far from finished, and I informed him that my friend Jennifer would be over soon and that he had better at least finish up the downstairs bathroom and living room before she got here. I told my poor beleaguered husband that if he finished those rooms, I would allow him to go upstairs and work up there. But he would have to finish the downstairs later. He was looking a bit ragged, even then.
He didn't quite finish the rooms, but he did better than I imagined he would. Enough was left undone when Jennifer arrived a little after two that I promised my Toy a whipping with my crop later that night and sent him upstairs. He used to mention how much the hairbrush could hurt, but when I introduced the crop, he realized just how good he had had it before.
Jennifer and I had a lovely time, spending much of the time viewing various pictures and videos I had made of Toy and his various adventures. I had talked to her about it, but it always felt like she thought I was kidding around or exaggerating. I think showing her a picture I had taken just hours ago of Toy in his outfit, scurrying around cleaning, combined with the vacuuming and other sounds coming from upstairs convinced her that I was completely serious.
I explained as best I could how it had all started, with me realizing I loved my husband and hated my marriage, and the decision I had made to change things for the better. I suspected Jennifer had had some problems in her marriage the last few years, we used to laugh and joke about our husbands, and then one day we both just kind of stopped doing that. It was one of the ways I realized I wasn't happy anymore.
"But, how? Is this hypnosis or was he always that way, always submissive? Did you drug him? What?"
"It is much simpler than you think. Let me put it like this, his life was divided into two parts. During the week things were OK, but he had poor sex -- and none once I got him in the cage -- and he got little attention or touching from his wife. On weekends, on the other hand, there was plenty of sex and touching. His wife paid attention to him all the time and it was fun. I made sure the weekends and obeying me were fun for both of us.
"During the fun time, the weekend, I was in charge. His mind and body made the connection between serving and obeying me and all the good things that were happening. When we were equals during the week, things were not nearly as good for him.
"Naturally as time passed, he wanted to keep serving me, obeying me. Serving me was good and being my equal was just OK. I also worked away at his male ego, but really that was just making the process easier for both of us. Once the feedback loop started, he started rationalizing why everything was better with me in command. He is a smart man, and he was able to justify why he wanted me to be in charge, wanted the spanking, why his life is better serving me than it ever could be as equals.
"I think I could have done it all without the bet, just through conditioning him over time that sex, touching, intimacy came from following my wishes, but this was easier for both of us. The weekends versus weekdays gave a very clear dividing line. It was hard to be so cold and distant to him during the week, but it has all been worth it. He is my voluntarily my slave, he begged to enter our Wife Led Marriage. He knows this life is for him. He wasn't submissive to start with and there were no drugs or hypnosis, but I did program him, condition him to want to serve me."
I didn't want to outright suggest she follow in my footsteps or insult with the idea that she needed me or my ideas to save her or her marriage, but I was hoping to plant a seed. At one point in the conversation, I think I saw Toy standing at the top of the stairs, and I figured he might have heard some of what I had said. It didn't matter though, he was mine.
The next morning, I told Toy that I was having Jennifer over for lunch, and since she knew about our arrangement, we had nothing to hide from her. He was a trooper, but as he moved around that morning, I could see he was in rough shape. I applied bandages to his blistered feet last night, but they didn't look much better this morning, and clearly, he had used foot and leg muscles yesterday that he had never used before. I was determined to change that, but for now he was not moving well.
"I expect you to greet her at the door and act in every way as the perfect servant you are. I wanted you to wear the French Maid outfit. But if you would rather be naked, rather not be in those heels again today, I understand. You may choose."
