(This story is a shared fantasy for myself and my own Lady, hope you enjoy as much as we did)
Graham sat in the bath, he was running through the coming evenings activities in his head, a smile played across his lips as his cock hardened beneath the soapy water. He didn't touch it, he didn't dare, for tonight his cock was the property of His Lady and no one else.
Graham had been the online slut of His Lady for six months now, complying completely with her perverted demands. He had never met her but they had exchanged pictures. Graham loved the way she allowed him to express his sexuality without judgement and he had done some eye-watering things over the last few months. Things that would cause even the most broadminded person to raise an eyebrow.
He had finally persuaded her to meet him, she had agreed but attached conditions. He had to report to an address in Central London at 9pm tonight, a car would be sent. He had also received a package of things to wear. He hadn't opened it yet as the anticipation was half the fun, it sat on the chair next to the bath calling to him, his eye returning to it again and again, the bows and ribbons giving the package a feminine tone he found strangely exciting.
Maria his partner was away for the weekend and Graham was thrilled at the thought of being His Ladies property for the whole weekend. He loved Maria very much but they didn't seem to have the time they used to. They were both following successful careers that were becoming increasingly demanding on there time, as a result Graham had taken to using porn sites occasionally and had stumbled across His Lady purely by accident.
That had been six months ago and he had fallen completely under her thrall. He blushed at the thought of some of the things she had made him do, he loved every minute of it as his own perversions were aloud there full head.
She had made him film himself wanking, then sent it to her for her pleasure, that had been the start of the slippery slope. He had worn her used panties to go to work in, filmed himself dressed in her underwear, fucked himself in the ass with the dildo she had sent him, the list went on.
He smiled again, the water making his skin prune, time to get ready he thought. He got out of the bath and towelled himself down, his cock bobbing in front of him as thoughts of His Lady ran through his mind.
He picked the box up and took it into his room and undid the bow, lifting ther lid off to reveal... An exquisitely tailored French Maid's outfit complete with piny and small cap. He lifted it out and admired the stitching, he also noticed the small black butt plug nestling in the bottom of the box next to a white satin thong.
His cock was rock hard, the thought of travelling round London dressed as a French Maid was so arousing Graham felt faint, he rummaged around the box and turned up a set of silk hold ups and some high heels, the complete set. He ran the hold ups over his cock, the silk stimulating it to even greater hardness, control Graham, he daren't come without permission from His Lady, the punishment would be severe.
He sat himself down in the chair that he had wanked himself off in for His Lady so many times, he tried to figure out the order he should put his clothes on in, woman had it a lot harder he decided. Stockings first that sounds right. The silky smooth stockings slid easily up his shaved legs (another of His Ladies conditions), he twanged the elastic tops into place and shivered at the thought of it all.
Next came the g string, again made of fine silk, he could barely get his cock to fit in its present state of excitement, still that would not change until His Lady gave him permission and that would be some time, best to get on with it .There was no more underwear to put on but he suddenly remembered the butt plug, surely it would fall out after a while as he adjusted to its size, he remembered that was what the panties were for. He winced as he forced it into his tight hole revelling in the feeling of penetration, he would be unable to sit still, he knew that the cab ride would be interesting.
Once the plug was in place held in by the panties it was time to take the plunge and put the dress on. He could barely squeeze it up his legs and over his ass but eventually managed it, now all he had to do was do the zip up. He spent a good five minutes trying to stretch his hand round, but finally managed it with a sigh of relief. The piny and little hat was, next finally completing the outfit.
He admired himself in the mirror, quite the little slut aren't we, he thought. A knock on the door snapped him from his reverie, the cab he thought and grabbing his heels he ran downstairs to open the door the plug moving all the time bringing a pained expression to his face. Too late he realised what he was wearing, he had no coat on and would have looked ridiculous to anyone who didn't know what a Slut Boy he was.
A young woman in her twenties was standing on the porch dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, complete with cap and short skirt that barely covered her stocking tops. He felt his cock twitch, the trip would be harder than he imagined.
He went to get in the back of the car.
"You're up front with me Slut Boy"
Graham blushed, ashamed that this young woman should see him like this and be ordering him about like he was her slave as well. Never the less he complied as he knew His Lady would get to hear about any disobedience on his part.
The driver got in the car, her skirt exposing stocking tops and a flash of pale thigh. She made no attempt to cover herself as they drove off. Graham could feel his cock demanding attention as it rubbed against the silky panties he was wearing, the plug thrilling his insides. The combined hardness and penetration was almost unbearable, he had never been so hard though and knew he would just have to grin and bear it.
"Are you hard? you cheep slut"
"Yes" answered Graham.
"You will show me a bit more respect Slut Boy or you can get out here"
"Yes My Lady, I am hard"
"I am not you're lady you insolent slut, you can call me mistress"
"Yes Mistress I am hard"
"Better, now play with yourself, I want to see your cock."
Graham tried to fish his cock out from under his skirt, he eventually achieved his aim, but not without first succeeding in pushing the butt plug further inside himself.
He stroked his shaft, conscious that he must not come, but desperate to put on a show for this girl. His eyes remained glued to her thighs and stocking tops. He groaned barely able to control his need for release.
"Calm down Slut Boy, you need to save that for your Lady, just keep it hard for me, that will do for now"
Relieved that he wasn't going to come he tried to gauge where they were, just passing Wandsworth not far from the centre of town, nearly there. He stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over his slit, causing a shudder of pleasure to course through him.
"Put it back in your panties Slut, were there"
God how am I supposed to get that in my panties, thought Graham. He tried to bend his engorged prick back into the tight fitting panties, pain seared through his cock at the mistreatment it was receiving. He got out and straightened himself up, the girl pushed an envelope into his hands and slammed the door shut driving off at great speed.
Shit, he had been dumped in the middle of London with just an envelope, presumably contained his instructions, His Lady was making her Slut Boy work for his keep. He felt ridiculous, if anyone saw him he was likely to get beaten up at the least, raped even, looking the way he was dressed, anything could happen.
He tore the envelope open, it contained an address and a map, at least it wasnt to far. He set off struggling in the heels, blushing with humiliation, cursing His Lady under his breath, the plug an ever present reminder of his situation. A car slowed as it passed, full of people laughing and pointing at him, he blushed but carried on.
He arrived at the address after ten thankfully uneventful minutes, his heart sank, it was a bar called "Poodle Doggy". Graham hesitated outside, his heart pounding, his prick still jutting painfully. He had no idea what he was supposed to do but he was freezing, he knew he had to go inside.
He walked down the stairs to the smoky bar, all the talking stopped as all eyes turned to look at the fully grown man dressed as a French Maid. Oh My God, I am going to die, the shame flowed through him consuming him, everyone was pointing and staring, some were laughing, nudging there friends.
"Who ordered the tranny" some joker called out, breaking the silence as the bar slowly returned to its normal noise level. Graham's heart was thumping fit to burst, he felt like he might faint. To his shame he was still rock hard and couldn't deny that the humiliation had thrilled him, His Lady knew him so well it scared him a little.
He felt a hand on his ass and whirled round fists bunched. A short brunette woman winked at him, she was dressed in a very professional looking suit, short skirt, white blouse and all. He immediately noticed her breasts pushing against the pin stripe material, he hoped against hope.
"Slut Boy?"
"My Lady?"
Graham felt such relief, combined with a feeling of sexual attraction for the woman who had dominated him so thoroughly, he had finally met her.
"Lets get you under cover before you are attacked shall we"
Thank god an end to the humiliation. She reached into her bag and pulled out a collar and lead. She cant be serious, the collar snapped shut round his neck.
"On your hands and knees Slut Boy"
Graham was on the verge of tears but complied as he knew he must. He had entered into this arrangement of his own free will, he had to accept the consequences, his heart was like a hammer, his will, which had been weakened over the last six months was at its lowest point, he complied immediately
She led him out of the club on his hands and knees to gales of laughter from the assembled drinkers, only to aware that his ass was on full view framed by the panties and stockings, the base of the butt plug clearly visible. How low had he sunk he hated himself because he knew that he was loving every minute, the throbbing in his cock told him all he needed to know. His body had taken over from his head, he was no longer in control His Lady owned him fully now.
"Keep up Slut Boy, there's a good doggy"
Graham was only to aware of his predicament, his knees were killing him, his hands were dirty, he could feel the cold night air whistling round his ass and balls as they pushed ludicrously out of the tiny g string. He hoped she wasn't taking him far, no one had walked past yet but it was only a matter of time.
"Oh what a cute doggy"
