I want to be Alistair's sissy maid.

You put your hands in your lap and stare down at the floor.

"Please make me your sissy maid," you say.

"Are you sure?" asks Alistair

You think for a long time. If you say yes, then you will be giving up on the Hewitt inheritance. 1.2 billion dollars (or 600 million, if your husband keeps his half). But you still have some 35 million dollars from the original allocation. Do you really need any more money? And what do you really want? Do you want to be trapped, as a sissy maid, for two horny gay men for the rest of your life? Cleaning up after and being abused by all of the most beautiful, wealth and powerful people on the planet?

You take a few deep breaths, as a surge of excitement courses through you.

"Yes," you say, your nipples tingling.

"Very good," purrs Alistair. "See, I told you she'd accept," he says to Benny.

"I stand corrected. But I think we need to test her. Make sure she's worthy."

"What did you have in mind?"

Benny stands up and unzips his pants, exposing his hard cock which is rising to point at you.

"How about a cock-sucking test?"

You look over at Alistair who looks back at you, eyes arched, wondering what you'll do.

"Yes... sir," you say, breathless, kneeling before Benny. You take his cock into your mouth. It's still funky from last night. Ugh... the taste is terrible. Your eyes start to water, but still you suck on it, lathering it up with your saliva, putting as much tongue onto his skin as possible.

"Very good," he says, with a self-satisfied smile. "Points for eagerness, you cock-sucking bitch." He grasps your head and pushes the head of his cock to the back of your throat. You whimper and mewl, this is too much! You try and push him away, but Benny holds your head tight. You feel him prodding, pushing... and then something slips and he's **** his cock down your throat! You gag at the violation, your eyes tearing up. You're slobbering down the front of the robe. But still, somehow, you keep your teeth out of the way.

"That's right," hisses Benny. "Take it. Take it all. You're our sissy bitch now, aren't you?"

You look up through watery eyes, submissively you hum your agreement.

Benny continues to fuck your mouth.

"Demerits for gagging," he says, as he pulls out, then slaps your face with his cock.

What? you think to yourself. He's not going to finish? I don't get to make him cum? Something about him pulling out before his orgasm feels like an even worse embarrassment. Like you aren't worthy.

"Our sissy maids get punished for their demerits," Alistair points out.

"That's right," says Benny, looking around. He pulls you up by your hair then marches you across the kitchen, pushing you over the counter. Pulling your robe to the side, he exposes your naked buns, which are pink and ****.

He searches the drawers and pulls out a heavy-duty plastic spatula which he uses to paddle your bottom. You squeal and yip and cry out and dance to every swat. It hurts so much!

Finally he's done and you sink to the ground before him.

"What do you say?" Alistair prompts.

You look between them. He can't mean...

But he does. You know he does. You look up at Benny.

"Thank you, Sir," you say, with a tremulous voice.

"Thank you for what?" prompts Alistair.

"Thank you... for punishing me?"

"Punishing you for what?"

Now you understand.

"Thank you, sir, for punishing me for gagging when I took your cock down my throat."

"You'll learn," says Benny, satisfied.

"Come, dear. Let's show you to your bedroom and get you dressed properly."