The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow through the living room window of Samantha and James's suburban home. The house was immaculate, thanks to James's tireless work as Samantha's sissy maid.

Dressed in a frilly pink uniform, complete with lace trim and a short skirt that barely covered his thighs, James had been meticulously cleaning and serving his wife for the past few hours. His chastity cage, locked securely, served as a constant reminder of his devotion and submission to Samantha.

As James finished polishing the last piece of silverware, a sudden shock from the band around his balls made him wince. Samantha must want me for something, he thought.

"Come, my little sissy," she teased as he entered her bedroom.

"Yes, Mistress?" he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite his racing heart.

Samantha lay on the bed in a skimpy milkmaid dress, her perky breasts nearly spilling out, and her perfect, round ass prominently on display.

"Get on your knees," she commanded, pointing to the spot behind her. "I have a special task for you sissy."

James obediently dropped to his knees, his face now level with Samantha's perfect curves.

"I want you to worship my ass while I relax and read my magazine, sissy," she said, picking up a glossy fashion magazine from the bedside table. "You know what to do..."

James's breath hitched as he leaned forward, his face inches from Samantha's warm skin. He started by gently worshipping her cheeks, his lips brushing against her with delicate kisses, nuzzling her, and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"Good girl," Samantha purred, flipping open her magazine. "Keep worshipping me, sissy boy."

James's arousal grew with each passing moment, his chastity cage becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She casually flipped through the pages of her magazine, occasionally glancing down to smirk at her husband's eager efforts.

"Do you love being my little sissy maid?" she asked, not looking up from her magazine.

"Yes, Mistress," James mumbled between kisses. "I love serving you."

Samantha chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down James's spine. "I know you do. And you're so good at it. Keep worshipping my ass, sissy. Show me how much you appreciate being allowed to serve me."

James continued his adoration, his tongue now beginning to work its way into her ass, moving with reverence to her hums of pleasure. The humiliation of his position, coupled with the sheer pleasure of serving Samantha, made his arousal almost unbearable.

"That's right, sissy," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You belong on your knees, worshipping my perfect ass. Does it make you hard, knowing you're nothing but a toy for my amusement?"

James's face burned with shame and arousal. "Yes, Mistress," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"Good," she said, her tone icy and commanding. "I want you to remember that you're nothing without me, just a locked, obedient sissy."

Suddenly, the ring of Samantha's phone cut through the air. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Well, well, well," she said, answering the call. "Hello, Michael. How lovely to hear from you."

James's heart sank as he recognized the name. Michael was one of Samantha's bulls, a dominant and well-endowed man she often saw for her pleasure. The humiliation and jealousy burned within James as he continued to worship her ass, listening to the conversation unfold.

"I'm just relaxing at home," Samantha continued, her hand idly stroking James's head. "My wee sissy maid is here, keeping me company. He's so eager to please."

Michael's deep voice was faint, but James could hear the confident, commanding tone that always made him feel inferior.

"Yes, I can’t even feel his little shrimp cock after your nine-inch monster," Samantha laughed, her voice dripping with wicked delight. "I can't wait to feel you stretching me open again, Michael."

James's humiliation deepened as Samantha's sultry words painted vivid, erotic images in his mind. He could picture Michael's strong, dominant presence overpowering Samantha, her moans of pleasure filling the room while he remained locked in chastity, helpless and obedient, every agonizing moment intensifying his arousal as he yearned for the release he knew would never come.

"Tomorrow night sounds perfect," Samantha purred, her fingers running through James's hair. "My sissy will prepare everything for us. You know how much he loves to serve."

James's face burned with shame, but his arousal only intensified. The thought of being forced to serve Samantha and her lover filled him with a mixture of dread and excitement.

He couldn’t believe what was happening: dressed in a frilly sissy maid outfit, locked in chastity, his cock painfully constrained, his tongue eagerly working its way several inches up his wife’s perfect, round ass, while she lounged luxuriously and flirted on the phone with another man.

"He's here, worshipping my ass as we speak," Samantha said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Would you like to say hello to him?"

James's stomach churned with a mix of fear and excitement as Samantha held the phone out to him. "Say hello to Michael, sissy."

"Hello, Sir," James mumbled, his voice trembling with humiliation.

"Good sissy," Michael's voice boomed from the phone. "Make sure you take good care of Samantha until I get there to fuck her brains out."

"Yes, Sir," James replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Samantha pulled the phone back, a satisfied smile on her lips. "See you tomorrow, Michael. I can't wait to taste your cock!"

As she hung up the phone, Samantha turned her attention back to James. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, your pathetic worship. Keep going, sissy. Make me feel how much you love being beneath me."

James resumed his adoration, his tongue now beginning to work its way deeper into her ass. Samantha's soft moans and occasional glances filled him with a twisted sense of pride and submission.

"Such a good little sissy," she whispered, her voice a mix of mockery and affection. "So desperate to please. Just remember, you'll never be more than this—a toy for my amusement, a sissy maid locked in chastity, worshipping me while I enjoy the company of real men."

James's heart pounded as he continued his worship, every kiss and lick a testament to his devotion and humiliation. He knew he was nothing without Samantha, and the sheer pleasure of serving her, even in the most humiliating of ways, was his ultimate reward.

Samantha's soft moans and occasional glances filled him with a twisted sense of pride and submission.

James's heart pounded as he continued his worship, every kiss and lick a testament to his devotion and humiliation. He knew he was nothing without Samantha, and the sheer pleasure of serving her, even in the most humiliating of ways, was his ultimate reward.