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Extra Large
« on: June 21, 2017, 12:36:04 PM »
Things were going really well between Joe and his new girlfriend Sandy.  The sex was excellent and she had no problem spicing it up with a little bondage.  He had decided she was a keeper!

On her birthday, apart from some nice expensive jewelry, he bought her a cute sexy maid’s uniform.  He watched eagerly as she opened the present just as they were retiring to bed.  She took it out, holding it up by the straps and giggled.   Joe was already getting hard.

Then she frowned a little.  She looked at the tag.  “It says ‘extra large’”.  He shrugged.  He didn’t care whether it fit her perfectly or not.  It was nice and short and frilly.  She grinned.  “Oh I see!”  He didn’t see.  “This is meant for YOU, isn’t it”, she teased, holding it up to his chest.  He was getting frustrated.  He just wanted to screw her in the maid’s outfit – with HER in the maid’s outfit.

But she wasn’t playing ball.  “It’s ok love.  I’ve heard that some men like wearing girly things.  Go on put it on”, she said, handing it to him.  He looked cross now.  “It just said ‘one-size-fits-all’ on the website when I ordered it”, he explained.

“It’s ok sweetie, put it on, I know you want to”, she sniggered.  “No!” he insisted “it’s for you of course”.  But she pulled it over his head.  “No sex until you put it on”, she told him.  He sighed.  This wasn’t what he envisaged.  But he loved sex with her.  He was desperate for sex with her.  He let her pull it down over him.  She pushed his arms into the little puffed lace-trimmed sleeves.  She fluffed out the very short skirt with its attached net petticoat.  “There!”

She immediately started massaging his member beneath his maid’s dress and he forgot what he was wearing very quickly.  She teased him with her fingers before turning over and letting him enter her from behind – his favourite.

They pounded away for a few minutes before he exploded inside her. She didn’t come but faked it as if it had been the best ever.  He flopped back in his maid’s uniform, completely blown away by the sex.

When he regained his senses he pulled the dress off and lay back thinking that, while it wasn’t what he had expected, it had still been the best ever.

Saturday was their regular sex day which usually involved prolonged foreplay all morning.  When things really started to get going she produced his maid’s uniform.  “Put it on”, she ordered.  He winced.  “Come off it.”  “Do what your mistress orders … if you want sex.”  He sighed.  She pulled the maid’s uniform on to him.  Then she reached over and opened one of the drawers of her bedside locker.  From it she held up a pair of black stockings.

“No way”, he protested and looked serious about it.  A little massaging of his member broke his resolve and she was soon pulling a black stocking up one leg and then the other.  Just when he thought they were ready she produced a black suspender belt.  This was getting ridiculous but whenever he seemed reluctant she reached for his weak spot.

So he ended up standing over her in a maid’s uniform and stockings and suspenders.  “Now bring me a gin and tonic”, she ordered with a smile.  “Seriously?!”  “Yes.  And then I promise it will be the best sex ever.”  She moved her mouth in the direction of the bulge in his briefs, opened it wide and licked her lips.  He got the message and trotted off to the kitchen to get her drink.  She laughed as his net petticoat fluttered revealing his stocking tops.

He returned in record time with a gin and tonic on a tray.  She took a large drink from it and licked her lips.  “Come on big boy!”

Ten minutes later Joe was lying back on the pillows gasping.  It had been just amazing.  She took him in her mouth for several minutes before turning over and guiding him in by his favourite way again.  He looked down at his dress and stockings.  He really wished he didn’t have to do this but she clearly loved it.  It was weird but worth it.


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Re: Extra Large
« Reply #1 on: June 27, 2017, 05:13:00 PM »
Christmas came around and first thing in the morning they exchanged their serious presents before settling down on the bed to exchange their sexy presents.  Joe gave her a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and Sandy gave him a pair of high-heeled shoes.

He winced on seeing his present.  He’d hoped that he wouldn’t have to wear his maid’s uniform on Christmas Day but he was soon tottering off in his new high heels to get her a drink from the kitchen.  She smiled as she realized she could now see up his short skirt, since he was taller in the heels.  She would have to get him some cute frilly knickers.

When he returned with the drink, she insisted that he present it to her on a tray.  He sighed heavily before tottering off to the kitchen in his heels, his net petticoat fluttering as he anticipated really good sex, once she had teased him with his maid’s duties.

He returned with her drink on a tray.  “Now curtsey!”, she instructed.  “What?!”   â€œCurtsey.  Do you want sex or not?”  He wasn’t sure how to do it but he did indeed want sex.  “You know, like they do the Bronte films I make you watch”, she giggled.  He made a fairly dumb attempt, not helped by his high heels.

She instructed him repeatedly until he was able to bed his left leg and place his right foot back and do a reasonable curtsey.  “I can see you are going to need a lot of practice”, she told him.  He sighed.  But she knocked back the drink and threw him down on the bed.

He went to put his arms around her but she grabbed a wrist, swung a handcuff closed over it, pulled it behind the bed frame and quickly cuffed his other wrist.  Again, he’d intended to use the cuffs on her but instead he was handcuffed to the bed in his maid’s uniform, stockings and suspenders and high heels.  She knelt over him, lifted her flimsy nightie  and moved her private parts up to his mouth.  “Serve me big boy!”

He had to pleasure her for what must have been thirty minutes as she gyrated above him, thrusting her lady parts into his mouth, before she finally pulled his briefs down and returned the compliment.  She surpassed herself again and it was several minutes after climax before he even became aware again that he was dressed as a maid and cuffed to the bed.  Weird but what the f**k!  She did let him go after half an hour or so.

Within a month she had added frilly knickers, a lace cap and frilly gloves to his ensemble.  She’d started applying make-up – just some rouge, eye-shadow and lipstick.  It was really amazing what he would agree to on the promise of great sex.  She made sure not to disappoint on that score.

She started to make him clean her apartment in his maid’s uniform every Saturday morning, serving her drinks and bringing her breakfast and lunch in bed as she watched her favourite TV shows.  She gradually turned the dial up until he was doing her ironing, cleaning the bathroom and kitchen and dusting and hoovering the whole apartment.  She smiled as she saw how adept he had become in his high heels and how expert he was now with the feather duster.  But it was always followed by the reward of the best sex he’d ever experienced in his life.


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Re: Extra Large
« Reply #2 on: July 02, 2017, 03:40:05 AM »
When Joe’s birthday came around he was naturally concerned what his sexy present might be.  But he looked forward at least to getting his real presents first.  He saw that there were a number of wrapped parcels.

He opened the first.  It was a pink maid’s uniform!  He sighed.  He’d been hoping for at least one proper present – a new smart phone maybe.  She held it up to him but he could see already that it was too small for him.  He thought that it must be for HER to wear for his entertainment.  That would explain the pink.

He decided to play along.  “That’ll never fit me”, he giggled.  “Oh yes it will.”  She opened one of the other parcels and pulled out a corset.  His smile quickly disappeared.  But he’d been well trained at this stage and knew that more costume meant even better sex.

She pulled the corset really tight around him.  “How’s that?”  “That’s ….. enough”, he gasped.  “I don’t think so”, she disagreed.  She put her knee into the small of his back and pulled.  He couldn’t believe that it tightened by at least another inch.  She quickly tied the strings.

“No! …..you’ll …. have … to ….”  He never even got to complete the sentence.  She was holding up a pair of false boobs.  They were on straps like a bra and she quickly pulled them over his arms and pushed them into the large bra cups of his corset.

“You’re ….. kidding!” he gasped.  But she wasn’t.  He could feel the weight of his new boobs pulling him forward and had to struggle to stand up straight.  She pulled the pink maid’s uniform down over him, pushing his arms into the sleeves and quickly zipped it up.  It fitted very snuggly over his much reduced waist and very large boobs.  It’s like it was made to measure.

He was still getting over his new uniform when she whipped his briefs down and produced a pair of very frilly pink knickers.  No sooner were they encasing his bottom than she took out a pair of white suspenders with pink lace trimmings and fastened them around his waist.  Lace-patterned white stockings were soon attached to his suspenders and she fluffed out his seven layers of very short petticoats.

Then she pulled a white apron around his waist and over his shoulders and tied it with a big bow at the back.  Lace frills stood up stiffly over his shoulders.

Next she produced a shoe box.  Pink shoes naturally but when she strapped them on it was obvious they were much higher than his previous heels – six inches in fact.  She pulled him to his feet.  With the high heels and weight of his big boobs he could hardly stand up straight.

She immediately pulled him over to the dressing table and made him sit on the stool.  He winced at the strain of his corset.  She was already applying foundation and followed that by penciling in arched eyebrows and eye-liner.

She didn’t pay any attention to his protests as she brushed pink eye-shadow on and drew thick pink lips.  From a little box she produced full volume false eye-lashes.  “Please no, that’s enough!” he protested to no avail.  She’d already glued them and pressed them onto his eyelids.

He couldn’t believe the weight of them when they were firmly glued in place.  It made him flutter his eyelids all the more and she was delighted with that effect.  He was examining his face in the mirror when he realized she was gluing long false nails on his fingers.  Soon all ten were done and he was left perplexed how he was supposed to be able to use his fingers with these obstructions affixed to them.

She now pulled a wig cap over his head and that was quickly followed by a long-blond wig which she pinned to the cap.  On this she fitted a frilly white mob cap.  She clipped a pair of dangly shell shaped earrings to his lobes and pushed a few silver rings over his fingers.

“Now!”  She pulled him to his feet again in front of the full length mirror.  He hardly recognized himself.  Here was a tall leggy blond fluttering her eyelashes at him.  He put his hand to his mouth in surprise and was struck again by his long pink nails.

He felt the weight of his large boobs and fumbled around his waist in vain for some relief from the corset.  “Now you can make me breakfast!”  She flopped down on the bed and smiled at her creation.  He knew better than to disobey her in this mode but how was he supposed to be able to do anything in this get up?

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Re: Extra Large
« Reply #3 on: July 06, 2017, 05:32:22 PM »
Joe tottered off to the kitchen.  The heels were ridiculously high and unstable.  He had to hold his arms out to steady himself and Sandy sniggered as he flounced off.  He could hear and feel the rustle of his layers of organza petticoats.

His heels were so high he had to bend over to do anything at the kitchen worktops and she grinned at the repeated displays of his pink frilly knickers.  She was delighted how sissy his lace patterned stockings looked attached to the pink trimmed suspenders.

It took him much longer to make breakfast than usual.  It was so difficult to handle or pick up anything with the long false nails.  He flicked the ends of them and found that they were very firmly glued.

Eventually he minced in with a tray.  She was amused to see he was already becoming accustomed to his new heels and his big boobs.  That will make things easier for him, she thought.

After breakfast she told him that she had some work to do for the morning and he would have to do all her washing and ironing and clean the flat – that would mean dusting and hoovering.

He sighed.  But there was no arguing with her when she was like this.  He kept reminding himself that every time she turned up the intensity of his outfit, she also turned up the love making.  So he just fluttered his eyelashes, curtsied and said ‘yes Miss’.

She gave him a large pile of her worn panties.  “These are too delicate to put in the machine so you’ll need to hand wash them”, she tittered.  He was quite tittilated at the thought at first but by her twelfth pair of dirty panties, the novelty had well and truly worn off.

Then he did her pile of ironing.  She tried to concentrate on her work but once again he towered above the iron and she was treated to a view of his frilly pink knickers nicely framed by his layers of petticoats as he leaned over the ironing board.  Every few minutes he leaned on one foot to try to wiggle his other ankle and relieve the pain of his heels.  She found this quite amusing.

Then he had to dust everything.  She was insistent that he reach into the top corners with his feather duster – one thing that was made easier by his high heels – and now she could see the full expanse of the frills on his knickers as his dress and petticoats rode up.  Also the pretty patterns at the top of his lace stockings stretched into different shapes when tugged by his suspenders.

He stumbled so much trying to drag the heavy vacuum cleaner around the flat that he was in a quite a lather at the end of it.  She almost felt sorry for him.

Eventually he was able to put away the vacuum cleaner and curtsey before her and report that his tasks were complete.  “Well done!  Once you’ve made lunch we can enjoy ourselves in the afternoon”, she told him with a wink.  He sighed heavily at the extra instruction to make lunch but his reward was getting closer and he curtsied and minced off to the kitchen, petticoats fluttering.

As she wiped her mouth with a napkin after lunch, he took the tray away quickly as his excitement mounted.  Then as he tottered towards the kitchen her phone rang.

“Yes Mr Lynch.”  She sat up straight on hearing her boss’s voice.  “I have them here, yes.”  She was now looking very concerned.  “You’re coming over now?!  Are you sure?  I can easily bring them to you.”  She looked Joe up and down.  “Ten minutes?!  Ehm, sure, yes, that’s no problem.”  She made a face showing that it certainly was a problem but he’d hung up.

Joe looked at her with concern.  “My boss is going to be here in 10 minutes!”  He looked down at his pink uniform, his big boobs, corset, stockings and suspenders and high heels.  It would be very tricky getting them all off in time.  Then he looked at his glued-on false nails and false eye-lashes and his thickly applied make-up.

“There’s no way we can get you out of that stuff in time!”  She went over to the closet.  “Quickly!  In here!”  There was no doubt she was right.  There was no way either of them wanted her boss to see what they got up to in their private life.

She cleared a space in the corner of the closet by the water pipes.  She guided him into the space.  “Oh look, your apron is coming undone.  Can you fix it?”  He reached behind with both hands and she quickly cuffed them to the pipes!

“Just to make sure you don’t come out and make an embarrassing appearance”, she sniggered.  As if he would!  Then she reached down under his petticoats and he heard little clicks and felt something tighten around his ankles.  He tried to move his feet but she had chained his ankles to the pipes too!

Then she produced a ball gag and pushed it into his mouth and buckled the strap at the back of his wig.  This she was somehow also able to affix to the pipes so that he was restrained in three places.  “Not a word”, she giggled putting her finger to her lips.  She stood back and closed the closet door on him.

He tugged at his chains causing a little jangling noise.  He groaned through his ball gag.  But then the doorbell rang and he froze.

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Re: Extra Large
« Reply #4 on: July 16, 2017, 06:21:05 PM »
Joe heard Sandy open the door and welcome her boss in.  Despite the pain of his high heels and the strain of his big boobs and corset, Joe remained as still as he could.

He was dismayed to hear a conversation start about her work.  He’d hoped her boss would simply take what he needed and go.  But Joe heard papers being spread out on the table.  “Have you got a calculator handy?” her boss asked.  “Eh, yes I think so”, she responded nervously.

Joe heard her walk towards the closet.  He looked down and saw her work satchel on a shelf beside him.  Surely she wasn’t going to open the door.  But she did!  It opened half way.  She looked up at him and winked.  He was already wide-mouthed due to the ball gag but was now also wide-eyed with fright – an effect accentuated by the false eyelashes.  He could see her boss’s right arm as he leaned over the table.  If he looked up and moved even slightly to his right he would see Joe chained up in the closet in an outrageously sissy maid’s uniform.

She took a moment to look him up and down.  She grinned at his frilly cap and wig, his ball-gag and fluttering eye-lashes, his pink uniform bursting over his big boobs and then pinching his waist, his fluffy petticoats and lacey stockings and his high heels and chains around his ankles.

Then she took her satchel and closed the door.  Joe breathed again – or would have if it hadn’t been for his corset.

Joe didn’t listen much to the conversation.  He was concentrating on not making a sound despite his extreme discomfort.  He just wanted it to be over.  “Damn, I forgot to bring the accounts” her boss said.  “We’ll have to go into the office.”

“Eh, ok”, she said uncertainly.  “I’ll just have to get my coat.”  Joe was distraught.  Surely she wasn’t going to go off and leave him chained in the closet in his maid’s uniform.  The door opened again as she went to get her coat.  He gave what he hoped was a pleading look but he just looked so cute in his fluttering eye-lashes and pink lips.  She shrugged as if to say there was nothing she could do, took her coat and closed the closet door on him.

He couldn’t believe what was happening but definitely heard them leave the flat and close the door behind them.  He could hear their conversation receding down the corridor and heard the ping of the lift as it opened and the swish of the doors as they closed - and then nothing.

He tugged at his wrists and ankles but was firmly chained to the pipes.  His jaw was already sore from the ball-gag but it was firmly strapped into his mouth.  There was absolutely nothing he could do but stand there in his pink maid’s uniform and wait.

He tried to calculate how long it would take them to get to the office.  It was surely no more than 30 minutes away.  But that would mean at least an hour trussed up like this!  And how long would they take over their work?

He had nothing to tell the time and really had no idea how long it was taking.  Every time the lift pinged he prayed that the footsteps would stop outside the door and he would hear the key turning.  But several people came and didn’t come to their door.

Eventually when he had almost given up hope, he thought he recognized the sound of her stride.  The key slid into the lock and he sighed with relief.

He could hear her put her bag and coat down and there appeared to be no hurry in her movement.  He was desperate to be freed and jangled his chains.

Finally she opened the door wide.  He blinked in the light.  “So sorry!  Can’t believe he just showed up like that.”  Joe didn’t care, he just wanted to be freed quickly.

But she showed no movement towards him.  Instead she walked out of view.  Joe groaned through his gag and rattled his chains.  Nothing.

Then she appeared entirely naked in front of him.  “Now for your reward!”  She pulled his frilly knickers down, pulled his petticoats up and took him in her mouth.  It was gorgeous.  He strained on his restraints as she pleasured him for several minutes.  It was almost too much but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Eventually she turned around, pushed a little foot stool in front of him, stood on it and guided him into her from behind.  She teased him for several more minutes before finally letting him come inside her.

Joe gasped and was in heaven for a few minutes.  As he regained his senses, he looked down at his big boobs and pink maid’s uniform.  He fluttered his thick eyelashes, thought about the hours of agony trussed up in his corset and high heels and wondered was all this really necessary though.  Oh what the hell.  That sex was amazing!

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Re: Extra Large
« Reply #5 on: July 24, 2017, 09:21:16 AM »
It wasn’t hard for Sandy to coax Joe into his new uniform again on the promise of great sex.  Once again he spent an entire morning flouncing around in his pink heels cleaning the flat and doing her mountain of ironing.  Once again she chained him up in the closet and gagged him.  He heard her flop down on the bed and wondered how long she would keep him waiting.

Then the doorbell rang.  There were multiple female voices outside.  He smiled.  She was such a rascal!  Leaving him trussed up in his maid’s uniform while she teased him by having her friends just outside the door of his closet.

He heard the kisses and greetings and the usual comments about each other’s outfits.  It sounded like they were settling down for a chat.  Joe tried to make himself as comfortable as possible for the long haul.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to meet your boyfriend!” one of her friends said.  That made Joe’s ears perk up.  “Well, you know how long it takes to train them”, Sandy responded and they all laughed.  Did he hear her coming towards the closet?  Surely she won’t ….

The door opened and Joe was faced with the sight of three girls looking straight at him.  They exploded into laughter.  “Oh my God!”  “Isn’t he just perfect!”  “Brilliant!”  They weren’t quite the reactions he was expecting.

Sandy reached around behind him and unlocked one wrist, pulled the chain free from the pipe and relocked that wrist.  She did the same with his ankles and freed the back of his ball gag from the pipes.  She pulled him out into the room.  He could only take small steps due to the chains on his ankles and his high heels.

The girls walked around him.  One of them lifted his petticoats and giggled at his pink frilly panties.  Another tugged at a pink suspender and let it snap back.  The third girl poked one of his big boobs and sniggered.

Then Sandy produced a pink tray.  It had straps attached which she buckled around his waist and also a pair of chains attached to a collar which she strapped around his neck.  Then she opened his handcuffs but chained his wrists either side of his tray allowing just a few inches of movement.

“Now bring our drinks from the kitchen”, she ordered as she nudged him in that direction.  He tottered along in tiny steps clutching his tray, the ball gag still stopping up his mouth.  The girls all giggled in approval.  He was able to move the drinks from the table top onto the tray.  He then minced into the room to serve them their drinks.

“Excellent!  How much will you get for him?”  “Hnnngghhh?”  “10,000”, Sandy responded, admiring her handwork.  The doorbell rang again.  “That’ll be them now.”

She opened the door, stood back and a man wheeled a trolley in with a large trunk on it.  “Nnnggghh!”  Joe realized what was happening.  He tried to back away but Sandy was easily able to push him towards the trunk.  The man casually took a little bottle from his pocket, uncorked it and waved it under Joe’s nose.  He wanted to resist but what could he do with his mouth stopped up?

He started to feel weak.  Sandy removed his tray and recuffed his hands behind his back.  The man pushed him towards the trunk.  Sandy positioned Joe with his back to the trunk.  He gave her one last pleading look.  But she just smiled and gave him the tiniest of nudges.  What with his high heels and being destabilized by his big false boobs and feeling drowsy, he toppled backwards.  The man caught him and eased him down into the trunk.

Sandy took his ankles and folded his lacey stockinged legs neatly in to the trunk.  He desperately wanted to resist but had no strength.  He looked up helplessly as Sandy reached for the lid of the trunk.  “Where is this one going?” she asked the man.  He consulted his clipboard.  “Vladivostok.”  Joe whimpered.  Sandy looked down on him.  “Safe journey sweetie!”  She closed the lid and the last thing Joe heard before he fell asleep was the click of a padlock.

 

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