It had been traumatic for me, but the previous night's humiliation put me into a focused submissive attitude that kept me alert and on my toes all day Saturday. I didn't once forget to refer to my wife or daughters as "Miss", and I tried my hardest to anticipate Vince's every need. I scurried around the house quietly, getting accustomed to the swish of maid dress against my legs.
When little feelings of resentment started to sprout up, seeing Vince relaxing with Kate on the porch while I worked my ass off, I went back to the memory of standing in complete shame and defeat in front of my family. The pain of that sting came back fresh, with the sound of my girls giggling in Vince's arms as I obediently stood in the corner. That wasn't going to happen again. This was my new role and I has to accept it. Fighting it would only make it worse.
When the end of the day rolled around, I beamed as proudly as my crushed soul would allow. The house was clean, the kids were happy, and my wife and her man were on their second bottle of wine and flirting like crazy.
One week had passed. One insane week.
I started the process of getting the kids to bed.
When I came back down the stairs, Kate was draped over Vince, sloppily kissing his face. She was gorgeous, even completely drunk. I lowered my head respectfully and quietly shuffled to the kitchen to stay out of their way.
The sounds were passionate, guttural. I was about to make my way down the stairs when I heard my name called. It was Kate!
I stood politely in front of them, not sure what to expect, but also curious what my wife would say. She could be so entertaining when she had too much to drink, and boy had she ever had way too much tonight. Her head wobbled playfully as she spoke, her blonde curls bouncing. Her shirt was unbuttoned but still hanging on, her naked breasts teasing from under the yellow and black fabric. I allowed myself a few seconds to gaze at that tantalizing cleavage, hoping Vince wouldn't notice it or care.
Her words were slurred as she spoke to me, and occasionally interrupted by silly drunk giggles.
"You...you...you are so...so cute." She took a sip of wine. "I mean, just look at you. In your little dress...and...your, your sweet little face when big mean Vince sent you to the...the corner. So cute."
She motioned for me to come closer, leaning forward. I stepped awkwardly to stand directly in front of her. I didn't know what to expect.
"Here...let's check on...check on your little crayon. Little crayon hasn't gotten any attention...let's make sure it's okay."
She lifted the front of my dress, her balance a little shaky. I understood what she wanted and used both my hands to hold my dress up and expose my panties, which she immediately pulled down.
"There...there...see Vince? That's my, my sweet little crayon...all locked up and so safe and cozy. And look...there are still two little it bitty balls down there. I wasn't sure when I watched you go stand in the corner. I'm glad your...your tiny balls can keep your widdle dicky company, cause I don't miss it. Nope...nope..."
She reached into Vince's pants and started slowly stroking his thick, very uncaged cock.
