I was so excited when I got back to my flat I didn't even wash Mali's juices off my face. I just ran into the bathroom and began tugging away like a crazy monkey.
The last few weeks doing her washing and wondering who this mystical task mistress was... and then her, almost without any words standing over me while I cleaned her bathroom in a French maids outfit... and locking me outside forcing me to shave my legs in full view of... God I was cumming hard and... 'Oh God' it was spurting out of me onto the bathroom wall. I cleaned my own bathroom in that maids dress without underwear and masturbated to orgasm five more times imagining Mali standing over me.
Nothing was coming out after the third time but I still managed to get some on my dress. I got a hard on thinking about washing the frilly satin dress and hanging it on the common washing line... I almost went again, I felt exhausted and ecstatically happy. Mali had given me more pleasure and excitement from a few house chores than I had ever gotten from any amount of blowjobs and porn.
I slept naked, enjoying the new sensation of hairless legs and junk. I woke several times to relieve myself, each time whispering:
"Thank you Mali."
I woke an hour earlier than usual, full of energy and wanted to wear my maids dress out to do the morning washing. The fear of getting caught cross-dressing now replaced with a sense of duty to put on a good show for hot little Mali.
I showered and almost put it on when I saw the cum on the apron, it was still damp from my marathon self pleasure session last night.
I dressed in the only clothes Mali had left me, pink boxers, white knee high socks and those charcoal grey breeches and tight white collared shirt. I gathered yesterday's clothes and felt a strong feeling that I had forgotten something. It was so strong I could not open my door.
Confused I looked around my small studio... The cravat! I tied it on quickly thinking she would notice that I always wore her present...
I walked to the outdoor laundry between our two buildings with a massive hard on.
As expected there was the pink net bag Mali had been subtly training me to wash for her sitting on top of the washer. No thank you note this time... but rather than the mix of skimpy clothes and sexy underwear she usually put in there were five protective in-wash bags. Two with unit 5 and two with unit 9 written in nail polish and under those Mali's familiar zipped bag with her sexy clothes from last night.
I washed and hung out the clothes grouped in their unit number and hung the bags with them as a marker. It was lucky I was early, the extra hanging time ate up most of my start and I had to rush to make the train to work.
I had been wearing the same outfit to work for a few days in a row now and I would have normally gotten snide remarks but the office girls just smiled and continued with their lingering looks and mock sexual harassment. In those tight pants getting a semi was very visible and I think a few people noticed. They just smiled and didn't remark to my face.
All day I was full of energy wondering what was in store for me under Mali's thumb –or thighs. I laughed at my own mental joke on the train and then felt like a bit a freak and pretended to read a text from my phone to cover it.
I got home and took in the washing. I delivered the wash to the units in Mali's building. Same as before I knocked and said:
"Hello, I have your washing"
To which the occupant looking through the peephole just waited silently till I put the bag at the door and left. I was glad they were women's clothes and had a little fantasy about who was on the other side of the doors.
I took my stuff in, including the apron I had separated from he maids dress to wash. On my doorstep there was a shoebox waiting for me. The black and white patent leather golf shoes I was wearing were stretching but still uncomfortable so I was happy that I could wear something else.
I took it inside and opened it to see four silver rings with tissue paper inside them. They looked like hand made silver napkin rings... but not... they were different sizes and shapes; The one at the base was thick with a curved barb on each end, in the middle two kind of hour glass shapes and the last one was thin like a bangle. All running over a tissue paper snake.
I lifted them out of the shoebox and they were connected at the top by three silver rods linked together like a chain... or ...like one of those collapsible walking sticks.
The middle two rings had what looked like erotic images of an orgy and a beautiful Goddess with four arms and sharp teeth. She was standing on a man holding a paddle and a dildo in two hands and was naked except for a skull necklace and spiky skirt, earrings and hat. Many other figures naked and stylised in a rounded Hindu way, ran around the yo-yo middle shaped rings. As I turned it around I could see the tissue running through it was in the shape of a cock and balls. Underneath was that familiar blank thank you card.
I wanted it on the instant I figured out where it was supposed to go. Pulling the tissue paper away I saw there was a bulbous shaped tube running half way along the center. I had never seen anything like that before, but from its position I guessed that it was supposed to slide up inside my cock. The tube in the middle had two bumps on it and was curved with two thin silver hooks forming a kind of C shape on the end. I was unsure as to how to put it all together.
Removing the tissue completely I saw that the thick end was a cockring, I had seen these before and out of the tissue the silver set of rings came apart into six pieces. I slid the cock ring down my cock and had to pull my balls through one at a time. I was only flaccid and it was still a tight fit. As it slid into place I felt notches inside, not sharp but pointed. I looked in the mirror to see the wide ring pushing my freshly shaven balls out and one barb, pressing against the spot between my legs lifting my cock and balls up and the other barb separating my balls so they hung out sideways. This was very cool.
I tried to put the other rings on but they were split at the top. The stick chain had slipped out and needed to be threaded through the hoops at the top of the rings to hold the hinged cuffs closed around the shaft. The bulbus tube looked interesting, I wondered if I could stretch it enough to get it inside. I licked it and it tasted of old metal. It slid in OK at first but started to sting very quickly. Pulling it out a little and it itched and stung more so I slid it all the way in carefully. The end had a little silver C shape on the end. As it slid all the way in I could see the bumps on the outside of my shaft and the c shape divided the head of my cock like two little breasts.
I put the thin ring behind my head and slid the chain rod in. The thin band pinched and I had to push it together with the C shape hard to get them to fit in the grove of the tube. It was looking great. A big silver ring pushing out my balls, a wavy pattern in my shaft and the head of my cock divided by a thin silver cleavage with a thin collar just behind the head. Very exotic I thought.
I took the other two cuffs and placed them between the bumps from the tube on the shaft of my cock. Then went on easy but I felt a pinch there too. I slid the chain rod through the loops at the top of the cuffs and they stayed. There was quite a bit of extra chain and it started to slide out as soon as I let it go.
I pushed the end of the chain rod all the way. Going through the three loops holding the ring cuffs on and then into the last little hoop at the top if the cockring around my balls. I had to push the ring hard and rod chain around my head and it clicked closed and firmly squeezing the head of my cock between the ring around the shaft and the wire running down the middle.
The head of my cock now bulging either side of the shiny silver harness. I looked at it in the mirror and got a big rush. Quickly, before I was too hard I poked the rod through all the way to the cockring at the base of my shaft.
The last click took some effort and with it all the rings pinched the skin badly. I was flaccid, but the curve of the internal tube was bending me like a tea pot spout and the flesh along the shaft bulged out from between the rings.
