Mister Mike - Chapter 21 – Part 2 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 21 – Part 2 of 2

     Home sweet home.  Well, maybe not so sweet anymore.  Even my nice big master bedroom wasn’t mine anymore.  Home was just a place now where the public didn’t get to see my pathetic humiliating life – usually.  There were those times when Ashley had her friends over.  But as bad as that was for me, it was far easier than those times I was truly out in public.

     I had to change of course into my new “house uniform” before I could bring all the groceries in from the car.  Thank God we had taken my SUV and thank God for closed garage doors!  Joanna and I worked together to put everything away, then she said, “Mike, you go get started hanging that board while I start lunch.”

     The board!  I headed for my bedroom.  I had already dropped off the things I had bought inside.  I grabbed the board and carried it out to my workshop.  Ten minutes later, I brought it back again with a hole in the top.  I had to go out to the workshop again to get my step ladder.  Climbing that thing in five inch heels was a bit different, but not that difficult.  Strangely, it was the bulk of my diaper that was the most hindrance.  Too much pressure between my legs that made things all that much more awkward as I tried to go up or down.  But of course, Joanna would never allow something like that to stop me.  But the biggest thing on my mind just then was the incongruity of doing something I considered to be a very masculine job, while wearing a French maid’s uniform.  Positively weird!

     I enjoyed playing with my new toy – that stud finder.  Joanna showed me about where she wanted the thing hung in the corner of the room where it could easily be seen from the door, and I found the closest ceiling joist and marked the closest spot.  Joanna approved and headed back to the kitchen.  I started screwing that big eyebolt into the ceiling, but soon had to go out to my workshop to get a big screw driver to help give me better leverage.  Putting that big a screw into the wood of those ceiling joists took a lot of muscle.  I considered myself lucky when Joanna called me to lunch – before I had finished.

     Once lunch was over, I had to clean up the kitchen again before I could go back to that project, but when I did, Joanna came in and watched.  With great effort, standing on that ladder in those five inch heels, I managed to finish cranking that big eyebolt into the ceiling.  I can tell you for a fact that it wasn’t going anywhere!  After that, I got smart and grabbed my drill to help me screw that cabinet handle to the wall.  I climbed down from the ladder and tied one end of the rope to the board.  I ran the rope up through the eyebolt in the ceiling, then down and looped it through the cabinet handle mounted to the wall.  I pulled, and the board started going up.  Once the top of it was about head-high, I tied it off.  Most of the coil of rope we had bought had to be pooled on the floor.  “There,” I said, feeling satisfied with what I considered a job well done. 

      “Very nice,” Michael,” Joanna told me as she looked at the board hanging in mid-air.  “Now put your things away please.”

     I know it sounds dumb, in fact, it sounds downright perverted, but as I made several trips to carry my ladder and my tools out to the shed, all I could think about was whether or not Joanna would now have me try out that board, now hanging from the ceiling.  How the heck was I going to manage it?  In some ways I figured it would probably be easier than laying on the bed.  I’d have far more freedom of movement.  And why the heck was I so interested in it?  Was that because of the damn chastity device now attached to my cock?  I figured that had to be it.  There could be no other earthly reason why I would be so interested in fucking…a dumb board.

     Joanna and Ashley were both in my room discussing that board and waiting for me to finish cleaning up my things.  Ashley was sitting up on my bed.  “Are you done now?” Joanna asked me.

      “That’s it,” I confirmed, pulling the damn pacifier from my mouth to speak, then putting it back in again. 

      “Good,” Joanna replied.  “We may as well try this thing out now and see if it’s going to work.”

     Why, oh why, was that music to my ears. 

      “Just take your dress and that diaper off Michael,” Joanna told me.  “Let’s see how this goes.”

     No lipstick like the night before?  No other special preparations?  I quickly removed my diaper, leaving me in just my locked on heels and my bra with the breast forms.  I stood there waiting to be told what to do.

     Joanna produced a key and unlocked the chastity device.  This was the best view I’d had of it so far, and I was sure I recognized the brand.  It was all one piece and made of relatively soft plastic so it was supposed to be comfortable for long-term use.  I could see through the clear plastic that there wasn’t much extra room for my cock inside of it.  My balls seemed to stick out from each side of the divider that held the tube to the back of the ring.  I only marveled that I hadn’t already felt the tight restriction from it if my cock had tried to get any harder.  It took a few moments and some rather painful manipulating, but before long that device was off of me.  Freedom!  I can’t tell you how much of a relief it was to have it gone.  I scratched briefly around myself down there.

      “We’re waiting Michael,” Joanna said.

     I approached the board, totally unsure of things.  The hole was a bit too low so I had to bend my knees a bit.  With my hands, I guided my soft cock into the hole.

      “Just keep it there like that,” Joanna said as she went over to the rope on the wall.  She untied it, and pulled.  I felt the board going up, and my knees with it. 

      “How’s that?” Joanna asked. 

     In those five inch heels, the height seemed to be just about right.  “Good,” I replied with that pacifier still in my mouth.

     She tied the rope off.  “Okay Michael.  Have fun.”

     Have fun!  Yeah right.  Making love to a piece of wood.  So why was I starting to get hard just thinking about it?  I grabbed the board and slowly started rocking myself back and forth, in and out of that hole.  Just slightly at first so I wouldn’t slip out of it, then more vigorously the more my cock grew.  I could hear both Joanna and Ashley giggling behind me. 

      “He’s doing it again, Mamma,” Ashley said.  “He’s screwing a dumb piece of wood.”

      “Yes dear,” Joanna replied.  “Totally perverted if you ask me.”

      “For sure!” Ashley agreed.

     My pounding in that hole became more intense, and as it did, the dumb pacifier in my mouth kept hitting the board over and over again.  Clack.  Clack.  Clack.  Clack.

      “Stop that!” Ashley yelled.

     I kept going.  Pounding hard on the bottom, and that damn pacifier still banging away at the top.

      “Stop!” Ashley yelled again.

     I forced myself to stop, even though I was getting close to cumming. 

      “Do you have to bang that thing so hard on your board?” Ashley complained.

     I turned around, my cock still in the hole, and looked at Joanna.  I shrugged. 

      “Just take it out,” Joanna told me. 

     I reached for the pacifier and started to remove it from my mouth.

      “No!” Ashley countered quickly.  “I want him sucking on that thing all the time.”

     Joanna considered the situation.  “Then I think we have a problem.  His face has to stay so close to that board that he can’t help but bang it against the wood.  Hmm.” 

     I stood there looking at her as she thought about the problem.  Then I saw her eyebrows go up momentarily.  “I’ll be right back,” she said. 

     She left the room.  I looked over at Ashley, but it was obvious that she didn’t have a clue what her mother was going to do either. 

     Joanna was back two minutes later.  “Get out of there, Michael,” she ordered.

     I pulled myself out of the hole in the board.  In truth, as strange as it sounds, I would have preferred to leave my cock in it.  Joanna pulled the pacifier from my lips, and then I saw what she had gone out to get.  She had found my tube of super glue in the kitchen drawer.  Ashley and I both watched as she put several drops on the back of the pacifier, then she pressed it to the board, right in the middle of all those lipstick marks from the night before.  She held it in place for a few moments, then removed her hand.  I watched as she grabbed the pacifier and pulled on it.  It was now stuck fast to the board.  I heard Ashley giggle. 

      “There,” Joanna said, sounding rather satisfied with herself.  “I think that should help that little problem immensely.” Once again, I heard Ashley giggle.  Me, I only stared at it in disbelief.

      “Okay Michael.  Wrap your lips on that pacifier, and get busy.”

     I couldn’t believe it.  I simply couldn’t believe it!  But I went back over to the board.  Grabbed it, stuck my face right up to it, and sucked that pacifier into my mouth.  I quickly pulled my face away though as I had to look down and grab my cock to see where to put it in the hole.

      “Wait!” Ashley exclaimed again.

     Now what?  I looked over at her.

      “Don’t use your hands,” she giggled. 

     I looked to Joanna and saw the surprised look on her face…and then that wicked sly look taking over.  She picked up the tube of super glue and held it out to me.  “Take that back to the kitchen and put it away Michael.  And when you come back, bring me a knife.  A sharp one!”

     Once again I had no idea what this demented woman had in mind.  But I took the tube of super glue back to the kitchen and returned with a sharp kitchen knife. 

     Joanna took some of the extra rope hanging from that handle on the wall and cut it off.  She tied a small loop in one end, then fed the other end through it.  “Turn around Michael and put your hands behind you.”

     Nervously, I did.  A second later, I felt her slip that loop over my wrists and pull it tight.  I felt her start to wrap the free end of the rope around my wrists, but she stopped and unwrapped it, leaving just the loop pulled tight.  “Hold this rope in your hand…both hands,” she told me as she pressed the free end of the rope into my hands.  “Don’t let it go.”

     I realized that as long as I was holding that rope, the loop was essentially binding my hands together behind my back.

      “Now…” Joanna said.  “Let’s try it again.  Put that pacifier in your mouth first, and then we can watch while you try to figure out where that hole is for your silly cock.  Good luck,” she laughed.

     I heard Ashley laughing from the bed as well.  Now filled with a bit of trepidation, I cautiously approached that humiliating board.  I grabbed the pacifier with my mouth, sucking it fully in.  The board was now pulled right up against my nose.

      “Find your hole, Michael,” Joanna giggled behind me.

     I started grinding my cock around, doing my best to find where that hole was.  In five inch heels, the task wasn’t that easy.  I kept feeling the hole, but as to getting my cock into it, that was an entirely different problem, especially since I had become completely soft during all the commotion since the last time I had tried this.  The other problem was that every time I pushed against the board, it tried to swing away from me, sometimes trying to slip away to the side.  But perseverance won out, and I finally managed to slide my cock into that silly hole.  I was surprised at how proud of myself I felt for managing it.  I was also surprised at how good it felt against my cock.

      “Suck that pacifier,” I heard Ashley command with more than a bit of laughter.

     I sucked on the pacifier, and slowly started grinding my cock in and out of that silly hole.  The board moved.  It was hung from the ceiling so it took very little effort for it to move with my thrusting.  And when I pulled back, it didn’t come with me nearly as fast.  I had to be very, very careful, or I would slip out of it again.  Since I couldn’t hold onto the board with my hands, I quickly figured out that the only way I could control it…at least somewhat…was by sucking hard on that damn pacifier mounted to the top.  It took work and a lot of trial and error, but eventually I got the hang of it and started doing better.  But all too often, I literally found myself moving around and literally chasing the board to stay with it.

      “Oh dear!” I heard Joanna mutter.

      “What Mamma?  What’s wrong?” Ashley asked.

      “Nothing, dear,” Joanna replied.  “I think I like this.  It’s funny.  It looks like he’s kissing the board.”

     While the two of them laughed over that, I realized that it probably did look like that.  But what could I do about it.  I kept going, slowly and carefully grinding away, and slowly getting larger down there in the process.  With the board stuck to my face, and my hands stuck behind my back, the process was difficult, to say the least, but I kept at it, feeling nothing but total humiliation at what I was doing.  And trust me, fucking a stupid piece of wood and finding that it was fulfilling some kind of twisted sexual fantasies, is nothing but humiliating!  I worked at it and worked at it, and in the process I worked harder and harder at it.  At one point, I accidentally pulled back too far and my cock came out of the hole.  I desperately tried to poke it back in, continually poking it into the surface of the board.  I had to slow down and grind my cock against the surface of it to find the hole again, but once I did, I was quickly back at it. 

      “It’s absolutely silly,” I heard Joanna mention to Ashley.  “It has to be the most depraved thing I’ve ever seen.”

      “It is that, Mamma,” Ashley agreed.

     I agreed too, yet I was still doing it…and dare I say it, loving it.  It was so damn demeaning.  So humiliating.  And consequently, it was driving me on like nothing else.  All at once I felt myself coming in huge spurts as I rocked and poked my groin at that board as hard as I was able.

      “Look Mama!” Ashley proclaimed.  “You can see it hitting the back of the jar.”

      “Yes you can!” Joanna agreed.  “I think that’s going to work out quite well.”

     I slowed my pace as I heaved big breaths in through my nose.  I finally stood still, my eyes closed since I couldn’t see anything except that board, my breathing still fast as I recovered, and my mind going in circles from what I had just done…again.  I had fucked a board.  Nothing but a simple piece of wood.  With a hole in it.  How…demeaning.  How…degrading.  What kind of loser had I become.

      “Just stay there a moment, Michael,” Joanna told me. 

     I stayed, my lips still wrapped around that damn pacifier.  I opened my eyes, trying to see what was going on, but all I could really see was that big board plastered in front of my face.  The pacifier mounted to the board the way it was prevented me from turning my head much at all.  I heard Joanna moving around the room.

      “Get up dear,” Joanna told her daughter.  “I’ll get his diaper back on him.”

     I heard Ashley getting up off the bed.  “Wait a minute, Mamma,” she said quickly.  “I want to get him another bottle.”

      “Go ahead dear,” Joanna replied.

     Another bottle.  Something else to suck on.  Something I neither wanted nor needed.  Something I wasn’t looking forward to.  And I had signed up for this?  What a true loser I was.  I heard Ashley hurrying from the room.  Her plaster cast and crutch making plenty of noise in the process.  I could hear Joanna doing something, but I could still only see that big board in front of my face.

      “Okay Michael,” Joanna said.  “Come lay down.  Let’s get a fresh diaper on you.”

     I gratefully let go of that damn pacifier…and board.  I let loose of the rope holding my wrists together behind my back, pulled against the rope, opening the loop, and let it drop to the floor.  She had laid out a fresh diaper on the bed for me.  At least it was a fresh diaper.  I had a feeling that if it was Ashley doing it, she would have put the same old used one back on me.  I laid down and heard Ashley clomping her way back down the hallway.  A moment later she was in the room, with a baby bottle.  I saw her heading toward me with it…and realized she wasn’t heading toward me at all but to that dumb board instead.  I watched in horror as she unscrewed that big jar attached to it, and then carefully dumped all my cum into the bottle on top of the water that was in there. 

      “There,” she said, sounding all too happy with herself.  She handed the bottle to her mother.  Joanna looked at it with a smile and stuck it to my lips.  I automatically started sucking on it as my hands came up to hold it.  Ugh!  One demeaning thing on top of another.

     Joanna left the room and was gone for a while, while Ashley watched me drinking the “liquid” from that bottle.  Joanna finally came back, and I was very surprised to see the things in her hand – a wet washcloth, shaving cream, and my razor. 

      “Just lay still,” Joanna told me as she went to work.  “It’s nice to see your body all  shaved now, but you’ve got a bit of stubble starting to grow again where it would be under your chastity device.

     Laying on my back, and especially with that bottle in my mouth, I couldn’t see what she was doing very well, but I certainly felt it.  I felt her cleaning me up.  I felt her applying the shaving cream.  And I especially felt her shaving my entire diaper area, front and back…including my balls.  It was quite an experience.  And surprisingly, one that frightened me somewhat.  But it was soon over and she again cleaned me up with that wet washcloth. 

     Joanna again grabbed the bottle of baby lotion and spread it liberally all over me, and especially all over my cock.  All too soon I felt Joanna fitting that damn chastity device back over my balls, and then struggling to shove my cock through that same triangular ring.  Once the base was firmly in place and she had made sure my balls and my cock were pulled as far through it as possible, I felt that darn tube being pulled over my entire penis again.  I heard the tiny click of the lock securing it all.  Locked up – again! 

     She grabbed the bottle of baby powder now and sprinkled it liberally all over.  Did that stuff have to smell that strong?  You couldn’t miss it!  Not that it mattered.  Anyone looking at me couldn’t miss the diapers I was wearing, even when I was out in public and wearing pants over them.  So what difference would the smell of a little baby powder make?

     Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in my maid’s outfit again, including a new pacifier stuck in my mouth.  Ashley and her mother were “discussing” things out in the living room.  I had laundry to do and Ashley’s bathroom to clean.  I couldn’t hear what they were talking about…and to be honest, I was fairly sure I didn’t want to know. 

     Dinner came, and it was a welcome rest for me to be able to sit down for a change and eat.  My feet were beyond tired.  The only thing I could have really done without at dinner, was that darn baby bottle again.  Could I take the thing out of the house somewhere and hide it when nobody was looking?  Like maybe in the trash can?  But I knew that wouldn’t work very well, they’d just buy me a new one as fast as possible and I’d be right back where I started.

     I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.  I knew Joanna was getting ready to leave soon.  But while I was still working, she came into the kitchen with a bag in her hands.  She held it up for me to see. 

      “All your shoes that you won’t be needing anymore,” she told me with all too broad a smile on her face. 

     I watched as she carried the bag out to her car herself.  Just watching her do that had been a horrid reminder of the situation I was now faced with – wearing women’s shoes everywhere I went.  Thank God my workplace was out of bounds for that! 

     Joanna was back a few minutes later and when she came in, she went straight to that bag she had placed on the counter.  The one that held her cookie jar.  I stopped working to watch her open the bag and pull it out.  Except it wasn’t like any cookie jar I had ever seen before.  The bottom looked to be clear plastic, and the top was red with what looked like electronic controls on the top.  “That’s a cookie jar?” I asked.

      “Sort of,” she replied.  “I got it to help me stick to my diet, except that it didn’t work.  After a week, I simply ignored the thing and grabbed whatever sweets I wanted – whenever I wanted.  Come take a look at this,” she said. “I need you to learn how to operate it.”

      “Am I going on a diet?” I asked as I walked over to take a look.

      “Of sorts,” she replied.

     I took a closer look at it, and realized I had seen an advertisement for something like it before.

      “This is called a kitchen safe,” she told me.  “Once it’s locked, there’s no way to open it until the timer runs out.  You put whatever you want inside.  Put the lid on.  Turn the dial to set how long it needs to stay locked, and press the button.  Trust me, once it’s set, you can’t open it again until the time runs out.  It’s no wonder I gave up on it after a week.  I’m too weak when it comes to something I want to eat.  And that especially includes sweets.”

      “So why are you giving it to me?” 

     Oh how I hated it when she smiled those wicked smiles at me.  But instead of answering my question, she had me set the timer on the lid for one minute.  Doing that was easy enough.  I set it and pushed the button.  Joanna had me try to open the safe.  It took very little effort before I realized that it couldn’t be done.  A minute later, the safe unlocked itself and the top came off easily.

      “Um…I said.  “Is this for the keys to my chastity device?”

      “Nope!” she said all too delightedly.  “Something else entirely.”

      “Then what’s this for?”

     But again instead of answering, she said, “I’ll be right back.”

     I watched as she left.  A few minutes later, she was back, and my knees went week when I saw that she had the shoes that I wear to work in her hand.  “The safe is for these,” she said as she held my shoes up.  Instead of putting my shoes on the floor or even on the counter, she put them right down inside the bottom of the safe. 

      “Oh good, they just fit,” she said.  “It’s a good thing I got the large size so I could put a whole box of cookies in there.”

     I swallowed hard as she put the top on the safe.  Since the plastic bottom was clear, I could still see them inside the safe. 

      “Okay now Michael,” she said.  “We’re going to have to be very careful about this from now on or you’re going to have a big problem.  What time do you usually arrive at work every day?”

      “At work?”

      “What time do you usually get there?”

      “Uh…work starts at eight thirty.  I’m usually there by eight fifteen.”

      “And how long does it take you to drive from here to work?”

      “Uh…usually about fifteen minutes.”

      “Good,” she said.  “Now we need to figure out how much time between now and let’s say, eight ten Monday morning.  That should give you five minutes to get your shoes out of the box and go into work at your usual time.”

      “Eight ten?”

      “I told you that the only place you’re allowed to wear your old shoes from now on is at work.  So starting now, you’re going to have to leave for work wearing your usual women’s shoes, and I’m afraid that we’re going to be making sure that you drive home from work wearing women’s shoes as well.  All the rest of the time they’re going to be locked up here in this box where you won’t be able to get at them.  If you go anywhere at lunchtime on a workday, you’ll have to be able to wear your men’s shoes as well since I guess you’re usually with your friends from work, so we won’t count that time against you.  But all the rest of the time this box will make sure that you have no choice in the matter. 

     You’ll leave for work at your usual time, while the box is still locked.  If we do it right, it will unlock shortly before you get to work.  You can change into your shoes in the car and go into work.  Then after work, you can change again as soon as you get into your car.  You’ll put your men’s shoes in the box, set the timer for the next day, and lock it.  And Michael, I’ll want pictures every evening when you set the timer to make sure you’re doing it each time.”

     I was dumbfounded.  Totally dumbfounded. 

      “Now,” she said.  “Let’s figure out how long to set this for so it opens when I want it to on Monday morning.”

     It took a little discussion but between the two of us we decided that the correct timing for the safe needed to be one day, thirteen hours, and five minutes.  Joanna had me set the timer myself…and push the button to lock it.  Just that easily, my men’s shoes were totally denied me, no matter how much I might want them.  The only thing I could do with them was to look at them through the clear sides of that box.  And I could already tell that being only allowed to look at them was going to add even more to my humiliation.  My biggest concern now, was hoping that the timer opened when I needed it to – before I would be late for work on Monday.

     Ten minutes later Joanna took off.  I was still trying to come to grips with what she had done with my male shoes.  Locked them away!  Like my cock she had locked!  Like the shoe locks on my feet.  And even though my dress wasn’t locked on me just then, like my dress could all too easily be locked on me as well.  My life had gone from total freedom, to an ever growing series of locks.

     Later that night, after I locked up the house, I went back to my room.  That crazy board was still hung from the ceiling in the corner.  You couldn’t miss it as you entered.  You couldn’t miss it as you just looked into the room.  Anyone standing in the doorway would have a perfect view of it. 

     I got into bed with another baby bottle that Ashley herself had delivered to my room, and I turned out the light.  I could no longer see that board as easily.  In fact I could only see a vague shape in the corner.  But I knew it was there.  Big, and imposing.  Both physically, and mentally. 

     I automatically sucked on the bottle of water as my mind contemplated my day.  I had to pee and I let it out, barely noticing.  I had no reason to notice.  My mind was still more focused on all too many humiliating things in my life now. 

     I wanted my cock to get hard.  I wanted to roll over and hump the bed like I usually did.  But I didn’t bother even trying.  It would be useless.  I was used to getting myself off every evening before I went to sleep, and I did it most mornings as well.  Now…I couldn’t do it at all.  I had humped that dumb board earlier that afternoon, but I could feel my body wanting its usual nightly relief.  A relief I couldn’t give it.  Too many fantasies were running through my head.  Too many things that turned me on all too much, yet I couldn’t do anything about them at all. 

     I was stuck.  Joanna had seen to it.  She had put lock after lock on my life.  I was stuck and my only way out for the relief I knew I wanted was to do what Joanna wanted me to do – which was to fuck nothing but that dumb piece of wood.  Joanna had full control of me.  Ashley had full control of me. 

     I remembered walking through the stores feeling nothing but shame, doing it only because Joanna and Ashley wanted me to.  I was a fool.  I was pathetic.  And I couldn’t help it.  Some major part of me loved it all too much.