A rather delayed post - Following Sir's Instructions.

 Having been given instructions for Sir's Friday with Madam. Work on the Thursday and the Friday over at Sir's house were not too onerous, Sir tends to keep a fairly tidy house and all jobs were done in good time.

I had brought Madam's wash bag over and had laid her things out in the bathroom for her.  The food shopping was put away and the wine was in the fridge.  The dining table was set up and laid and everything was hovered, dusted and ready.  I was back home for 3pm on the Friday and off to get changed into the French Maids uniform.  

Once changed I went and started to put Madam's overnight bag together for her.  She wanted one of her babydoll nighties, a 6 strap suspender belt, spare stockings, a skirt, blouse and one of her cashmere jumpers.  I noted that she did not ask for any knickers to be added.  It really didn't take long to pack and it was more just to have her husband pack her bag for her night away. I took the bag and put it in the back of the Car ready for later. 

Madam finished work and I was summoned to the living room to get my direction for the evening.

I would run Madam a bath and lay out the lingerie that she would require.

I would then help Madam dry herself and get ready.  I would be required to help get her dressed.

Madam would do her final touches herself and I would be dismissed to get changed to drive her to Sir's house.  I was to ensure that the car was warm for madam and that I was to bring it round to the front of the house ready to open the rear door for Madam at 6.30pm.

I was then told bring Madam a cup of tea and to get on with jobs until she was ready for her bath.

I knew Madam would want a soak in the bath so I planned to have it ready for 5pm, it would also allow Madam time to douche and ensure that she would be fully clean for the evening..

With Madam's bath ready I presented myself and informed her that it was ready and asked what clothes she would like laying out.

Her requirements were her black satin 1/4 cup bra, What Katie Did Waspie, Black fully fashioned stockings, her black satin open crotch panties, the heavy metal butt plug with the red jewelled end and her 5" stiletto heels with the 1" platform sole.

I followed Madam up to the bedroom and as she went she started to shed and cast of her clothes, I dully gathered them up for going into the wash basket.  Once Madam was naked I had all of her clothes and I left to allow her to get on while I went and filled the laundry basket down stairs.

I returned and went about laying out her required items and then went, probably by habit to the corner of the room to wait until I was needed.  Madam soaked for a while and then called for me to bring a towel and help dry her.   Once she was dry she started to do some of her make up and again I waited until needed.

Dressing Madam is always a ritual for me.  I will kneel and Madam will stand in front of me.  The Waspie is first and it is for me to put the items on her.  then the stockings, slowly up her legs and then clipped in place, I must ensure that the seams are straight and that the suspenders are taught.  Then the Shoes, slid on the foot and then buckle the strap across the front.  The panties are on next and they are to be positioned correctly.

I'm now allowed to stand and go behind Madam and clip her bra in place.  Madam adjusts herself, so that her breasts are presented in the way that she wants.  My next job is more intimate, I go and get the KY from the bedside drawer and lubricate the plug.  I'm told by Madam to apply some lube to her bum ready for the plug.  Madam at this point is leaning forward with her hands on the bed and her gorgeous arse frustratingly presented at me.  Once I've applied enough then I gently push the plug into her.

"billie, be a dear and lick any surplus lube away from my bum!"  Its a pleasure to do this for her, I never tire of putting my face and tongue into her bottom.

With that and with Madam happy that I had completed my duties I was directed to go and get changed and get the car ready.  Madam was going to do the last of her make up and I was told to go out the back door and lock it and wait with the car.  Once it was warm enough I should stand by the back door of the car.  Just as I was leaving the room Madam reminded me that as a Driver of a car I must make sure that I have a facemask with me.

I quickly went to my room to get changed, I kept on my underwear of clincher, bra, knickers and stockings but changed to a pair of black shoes with a 2" kitten heel, which are better for me to drive in.  A plain white blouse was added and I put on the dark blue skater skirt. I added the wide elasticated belt and then added one of my blazers to finish the outfit.

I grabbed the keys and the cloth facemask, and quickly headed to the Car.  We'd use Madam's car as it is bigger and more appropriate for me to take her to Sir's house rather than my little Skoda fabia.  It was quite a cold evening so I pretty much knew it would take a bit of time to warm the Car.  Once the car was warm I waited until nearly 6.30 and then pulled it from the side of the house and parked it at the front.  I got out and with the cold and the wind I could feel the chill on my legs, I went and waited by the door.

I could see Madam moving through the house, turning out the lights and then she appeared out of the front door, she had on her Trench/rain coat that came to mid thigh and as she moved I could see that she did't have a skirt on underneath.

I opened the back door for her and as she was about to get in she handed me a small piece of folded material, 

"something to put in your mask Driver."

It was her knickers from earlier that day that I had put in the Laundry basket, it appears that she had gone and retrieved them from the basket while I was out at the car.  As Madam slide into the rear seat her coat opened at the bottom and it confirmed that she was only wearing her underwear under the coat.  I closed the door and as I went to the drivers door I placed the folded knickers into my mask and then popped it on, each breath giving me a intimate smell of Madam.

The drive to Sir's house was fairly straight forward, with Madam having small talk with me but always referring to me as "Driver".  One of the important parts of the conversations was this:

"Driver, when you get back to the house, I've left some instructions on the dining table, make sure that you follow them.  You won't be needed to drive for the rest of the evening so you can have some wine with your dinner, just make sure that you have your phone with you at all times."

When we got to Sir's house I pulled onto the Drive and got out to open the door for Madam, again as she stepped out of the back seat she made not attempt to hide her lack of a skirt under the coat.  As she got out I closed the car door and went to collect her bag from the boot of the car.  by this point Sir had opened the Front door of the house and greeted Madam, I hurried after her with the bag.

I was dismissed to take the bag up to the bedroom and to come straight back down. As I entered the living room Madam was being kissed by Sir and her coat was on the floor.  As assumed she was simply in her underwear that I had help dress her in earlier.

I was told to hang the coat up and to go back to the house, I gathered up the coat, Hung it in the hall and left Sir and Madam to their evening.

I got back home about 25 minutes later and let myself back in the back door. and went to the dining table to see what instructions I had been left.

There was a note on the table and the chair at the head of the table was pulled out and one of the large cushions from Madam's bedroom was on the chair with her strap-on harness and a dildo strapped round the cushion.

The note told me that while Madam was away for the evening I was to entertain my guest sat on the dining chair (the strap on), I would be told by text  what the entertainment would be and I should also get my bluetooth headphones.

I should aim to have my dinner at 8.30 pm and sit down with my guest.  I was also to go and changed into something appropriate  for the evening with my guest, Madam suggested that I should select something as close as possible to what she was wearing with her host.

I went and got changed, into items from my own lingerie collection, with a open cup bra, waspie, crotchless knickers and black heels.  I even selected a metal plug similar to the one that Madam was currently wearing.  I went back to the kitchen, put some music on and started to prepare my evening meal.

We have done things like this before, where we remotely have the same evenings or where Madam and Sir update me/ tease me with what they are up to.  it's almost like a remote voyeurism with out seeing whats going on.  It suggested that the evening would be quite interesting????

At 8.20pm the first text arrived from Madam, she asked if I had found my "guest" and if I was all dressed ready for the evening?  I responded that I was and that the guest was sat at the head of the dining table.

I poured myself a glass of wine and plated up my dinner of Pork chop, potatoes and veg. I sat down at the side of the table and started to eat.  nearly at 9pm the next message arrived and this was Sir, 

"your wife is onto her second meat course, you can join her with some oral service onto her false cock that she has left you.  I'll let you know when she has finished."

I went and got a cushion from the lounge and put it on the floor and knelt down (Madam likes to take her time when she gives Sir a BJ, so I thought that I could be on my knees for a while!) and I started to orally serve Madams Strap-on as it sat on the dining chair.  about 20 minutes later there was a text from Sir telling me that I could stop and go and watch some TV but to take my phone and my friend with me.

Madam gave me a quick call, Sir was just getting her desert, I was to have the strap on cushion next to me on the couch as I watched TV and I should make every effort to keep one hand on the dildo at all times. 

Its a rather odd sensation to be watching TV with a remote in one hand and a false cock in the other, you do at times find yourself stroking it, almost wanking at it.

The next message came about 10.10pm and it told me to put on my earphones and go to my corner in the lounge and I would be called shortly, I shouldn't talk just face the wall and listen.  I went to my designated corner diagonally opposite the door into the lounge, placed my phone on the cabinet near by and waited. A few minutes later the phone rang and I almost answered it with "Hello Sir" but remembered just in time not to say anything.

for the next 30 odd minutes I faced the wall and listened to Sir and Madam having sex, to hear Sir calling Madam "his whore" and other such things and to have my ears filled with the their excitement as they fucked.  Yes my cage was straining and I was starting to leak.  it is humiliating listening but the turn on is incredible and that adds to guilt, which leads to humiliation.....you get the jist.

When they finished the phone call was ended and I remained in the corner, not sure if I could leave it - thats is the thing about conditioning I suppose.  The ping of a text told me that I could leave my corner and that my wife was now going to clean Sir's cock and that I should do the same to my "guest".

I went back to the couch and knelt in front of the cushion and again orally served my Madam's false cock.

Just after 11pm, Madam sent a text - "I'm in the bedroom getting changed for bed, you can go to bed as well, take your guest, keep your phone to hand, Sweet Dreams!"

I collected the cushion and attachment and went to my room, I decided that I should keep with the theme that if Madam was changing for Bed, I should change as well, so I pulled out a Baby-doll nightie, suspender belt and another pair of stockings.  I had nearly finished when the next text arrived from Sir.  

"hope that you have gone to bed with your friend, I'm about to fuck Alice again, this time you can kneel on your bed and suck your friend while you listen on loud speaker."  

I quickly finished getting ready and placed the cushion at the top of the bed and got on as the phone rang and I pressed answer.  sucked on the strap on as I listened to Sir and Madam fuck once again. You start trying to work out if this will be a slow and sensual love making of if it would be more vigorous.  well this was definately fucking, not lovemaking and Madam was quite vocal for Sir (or was that for me?).

when they finished, Madam's voice came on the phone with "Goodnight billie, go to sleep" and then clicked off.  

If I wasn't caged I would have been wanking vigorously through out all of that, as it was it was a very frustrated individual that now attempted to get some sleep.

Twice more during the night I was called, nothing was said but the sound of sex was very clear, each time I placed the phone on speaker and got into position so that I could suck on Madam's strap on.  It's one of the thrills that you get with this type of session, I try and work out what is going, what position is Madam in, what is the pace of things. is it gentle, is it vigorous. is she about to cum, is Sir about to cum?  it all works on the wider senses, your imagination becomes so much focused on what you hear.  When people ask what causes me to start to leak when in my chastity, well it's this type of thing!

The final message came through after second sex session, probably once they had time to catch their breath and calm down at 3.24am, telling me that they wouldn't call again and that I could have a lay in, they would be back for lunch time.  All rather tired I reset the alarm and caught some sleep.

I had planned to sleep until 9am but my body clock had me up and going by 7.40am, almost with a bit of panic, I usually get up at 5.45am each week day and at 6.15am on a weekend.  So I was very much up and going with chores done and completed by the time my alarm went off at 9.

Madam and Sir arrived back at lunch time and I welcomed them home.  Madam had come back in her trench coat and just her underwear on again and as she came through the front door she took it off and handed it to me.  Sir just smiled as he walked past and told me that he had fucked her twice this morning and she thought that she'd just put on what she had worn last night. This wasn't so much the "walk of shame" after a night out, this was a very brazen strut!.

I provided a light lunch for both and when they had finished I cleared the plates away and Madam informed both of us that she was going to have a lay down  in her room for a "siesta", Just as she was leaving the room she gave me a quick kiss and told me that "John needs a little bit of a tidy up, put some of that practice from last night into use, don't rush take your time."

By the time I had cleared the table of lunch, Sir was in the living room on the couch with the TV on, I entered the room, bobbed a curtsey.

"Sir, Madam informed me that you may need a bit of a tidy up after your activities this morning?"

and with that I spent the next hour or so kneeling (on a cushion, otherwise my knees would be in complete agony!) licking and sucking the taste of Madam from Sir's cock. 

I'd say that for all three of us, Madam, her boyfriend and her cuckold, the whole afternoon and evening was done at a rather slow and relaxed pace, with nothing being rushed.  I think all of of the Friday night excitement had left everyone just a bit worn out.

Apologies to everyone for the slow posting of this but with the computer issues and the a few other things it has not been a straightforward could of weeks, but I've managed to finish it, mainly under threat of getting my bottom tawsed again on Thursday.