My life continued along a familiar path for the next few weeks. Helen and Alice both continued to boss me around and to punish me when they considered I had failed. When Helen was at work, Alice would often spend her lunchtimes with me, always seeking to torment me in some way. Yet there was a growing fondness between us. She knew where to draw the line and always stopped short of cruelty. I was aroused by the way she liked to humiliate me, and she, in turn, revelled in seeing me squirming and was visibly turned on by her antics, her pupils and nipples giving the game away.

Often, after lunch, she would go up to her bedroom for a while and, if I listened carefully, I could hear a buzzing sound. Any doubts as to what it was that was making the noise were removed the day I discovered a rabbit vibrator on her bedside table where she had accidently (?) left it. I couldn't resist sniffing it, and her essence was still fresh. I washed it, and then placed it in the drawer of her bedside cabinet. She looked at me coyly the next time we were alone together, but neither of us said anything.

Her desire to feminise me knew no bounds and she continued to suggest new items for my wardrobe. My skirts were getting shorter and my tops skimpier. On Alice's recommendation, my housekeeper uniform was discarded in favour of less practical clothing, more suited for a nightclub than for cleaning bathrooms.

Helen viewed the changes with amusement, but was apparently unaware that her daughter was becoming sexually aroused by being in my presence. Yet Alice was sensible enough to stop short of initiating sex with me. After that session, where I had used my lips and tongue to bring her to a thundering climax, she had realised we were playing with fire. And, as far as I knew, Alice was still blissfully unaware that I was locked in a chastity device.

For my part, my sexual frustration continued to increase. I was never unlocked, so I was missing the experience of both full-blown erections and climatic orgasms. My only relief came from occasional milkings, where Helen drained my semen, but this never provided any satisfaction. Had Helen misled me when, shortly after moving in, she had told me I could expect relief if I met or exceeded her expectations? Or had I assumed too much, and milkings were the form of relief she had always had in mind? Had I been foolish to think that I might sometimes penetrate her vagina with my manhood? I did try to raise the delicate matter with her during my weekly appraisals, but her replies were always vague and evasive.

I knew I wasn't a prisoner, and at any time I could ask to be freed from the cage, but I would then have to resign as housekeeper. I couldn't bear the thought of not being with these two divine women and, deep down, I understood that my desperate frustration was the driving force in me in deriving enjoyment by complying with their every command. Were I to resign and leave, it would be for a few minutes of masturbatory pleasure that I would soon regret. I would not be able to regain what I had lost.

Helen continued to work fulltime in the office, and as the date for Alice to start university drew closer, so the lunchtime sessions with her became more frequent. In mid-September, she left home for her student digs, but any thoughts I had that Alice’s absence would lead to more relaxing lunchbreaks were misplaced because she took delight in monitoring my lunch times with video calls. I was given assignments to complete, such as learning ever more French vocabulary, or remembering dates in English history, or memorising a long poem. She would then test me, with punishments being administered for wrong answers. Lines had to be scanned and emailed to her, corner time done live or else recorded using a timelapse app on my phone. Rewards, when I earnt them, had to wait for her occasional return home, when she would allow me to inhale the intoxicating scent of her worn panties.

There were further awkward conversations with her concerning my sexual proclivities. She was good at joining the dots and, by the time she returned from uni for a reading week in October, I felt she had a good understanding of what was going on, the only outstanding mystery for her seemed to be what sort of sexual relationship Helen and I enjoyed, if any. Neither I nor Helen would allow Alice to draw that information from us, but most likely she had come to some conclusions from the snippets she had.

oooOOooo

Reading week marked the five-month point of the housekeeper experiment, if it can be called that. Alice was home during the day, and Helen had also taken a week off to keep Alice company. It was one afternoon, during this break from college, that disaster struck. Helen was busy tending the garden when Alice burst into the kitchen. Looking at me with a mischievous grin, she suddenly said, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

This is playground banter which must have been exchanged between British children for hundreds of years. Alice was no child, but it was still not something I could countenance. “No, Alice, I won’t. It’s not right! Besides, your Mum could come in any time.”

“I’m not asking you to have sex with me, even though we legally could, and Mum couldn’t stop me. All I'm asking if that we just have a look at each other. There’s no harm in that!”

“Your Mum has made it very clear that she would never tolerate me taking advantage of you. It’s not going to happen. Besides, you may be a bit of a whatsit, but I’ve grown to be really fond of you, and I respect you, and it would be abusive of me to give in to temptation.”

“Well, you gave into temptation once, didn’t you, Julie? You can’t have forgotten, surely?” She put on an expression of mock surprise. Of course I’d not forgotten—indeed, a day never went by when I didn’t recall the occasion when she had allowed me to satisfy her using my mouth.

She stared at me and continued, “Look, stupid, I’m not saying we will do anything. We can just look. Also, you’ve said you aren’t able to do anything anyway, and I want to know why.”

“That’s what this is about, I suppose. Well, I’m not going to show you, Alice. It would be wrong of me.”

She stood a few feet from me, glaring, grinning, and licking her lips. Then, within a fraction of a second, she had unzipped her lime green mini skirt, allowing it to fall to her feet revealing an incongruous pair of black and white polka dot briefs.

“No, Alice,” I pleaded, “cover yourself up! Right now!!”

She just laughed, stepped out of her skirt, and responded, “Your turn! You drop your skirt, then I’ll drop my knickers, and then you drop your knickers!”

“No, I won’t! Absolutely no way!” I replied, trying to use my most authoritative voice. It was no use and the next thing I knew she had launched herself at me, pulling at the zip of my skirt. It came down and then a violent tug broke the thread holding the top button. The next moment my skirt was on the floor, and I struggled to put my hands over the front of my knickers.

Just then, at what was the worst juncture, Helen walked into the kitchen and rapidly, but erroneously, assessed the situation. Not for the first time, her quick temper got the better of her. In the heat of the moment, it escaped her that my penis was locked up and she concluded that I was on the verge of violating her daughter. Whatever it was that was going through her mind, the outcome was that she underwent something approaching a volcanic eruption and exploded with rage. Alice was sent, still skirtless, straight up to her room and ordered to stay there, and I was sent to face the wall.

Helen was in no mood to listen to me, and my attempts to explain what had happened were swiftly interrupted. “You shitty bastard,” she screamed, “I warned you what would happen if you interfered with my daughter. That’s it, I’m kicking you out, but not before caning you. Go and get the cane from your room—now, you fucking pervert!”

My brain went into meltdown, and I struggled to comprehend what was happening. Only later, with hindsight, did it occur to me that I was within my rights to refuse to be beaten by Helen and could have walked out there and then. Instead, with my panties on show, I scuttled off to my room and quickly returned with the cane. “Knickers off!” she commanded, “Do it now, you slimeball!”

She had positioned the bar stool in the middle of the kitchen and ordered me to bend over the seat. I then had to grasp the legs with my hands and spread my legs. She kicked my ankles to get them further apart. My naked backside was now fully exposed, and I waited in fear for the punishment to start.

From my bent over position, I could see that Alice had defied instructions and had walked back in, wearing another skirt. “Get out, Alice! Get out now! I’ve told you to stay in your room and I’ll comfort you later. You’ve had a rotten experience.”

“But Mum, please stop, because Julie has done nothing wrong. This is all my fault. I’ve been an idiot. Please don’t cane her, please!”

Helen’s hand, holding the cane, was raised and an instant later the cane descended with enormous ferocity. Almost at the same moment that I heard a whoosh, the thin rattan cut deep into my skin, wrapping around my buttocks. It hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I was in two minds as to whether to accept this punishment or to stand up and confront Helen, telling her she had gone too far.

Alice was echoing my sentiments. “Stop, Mum, you can’t be doing this. You must stop! Please stop!!”

I waited to see if Helen would heed Alice's advice but, within a couple of seconds, the cane cut into my buttocks for a second time, and I yelped in agony. Tears were now running down my face, and dribble leaking from my mouth.

I detected Helen’s arm being raised again and I braced myself for the next blow... but it didn’t come. I sensed that Alice was struggling with Helen, pulling her arm down and dragging her away from me. “Mum—stop! You must listen to me. What you are doing is wrong. This is not Julie’s fault—she wanted no part of this, and she tried to stop me, but I made a grab and pulled her skirt down. Then you walked in. Put the cane down and start to realise you’ve misread the situation.”

Helen took a few deep breaths and let go of the cane. “What have you got to say for yourself, Julie?”

I breathed a sigh of relief that the punishment had stopped, at least temporarily. “I shouldn’t tell tales, but what Alice says is right. I wanted no part of this.”

At that point, Helen recognised she’d made a dreadful mistake, and she started crying uncontrollably. She was joined by Alice, who reacted similarly.

Helen was the first to speak but was unable to string coherent sentences together between sobs. “Good grief,” she cried, “what have... I done? I’m so sorry... Julie, I’m so... utterly sorry, I really am. I don’t ... I don’t want you to leave. I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you. Oh, my God! Oh, my God... I’ve never caned anyone that hard, ever before. I’m so very, very sorry.”

I was slowly regaining my composure, although the pain was still excruciating and talking was still difficult. “It’s just a misunderstanding, Helen... You were instinctively... protecting your daughter who you thought had been harmed. Any mother would have... done the same, so let’s forget that this ever happened and move on.”

I turned to Alice. “Thank you... Alice, you’ve saved me,” I gasped. I staggered up from across the stool and turned around, forgetting I had no knickers on.

“Oh, my God!” screamed Alice, as her eyebrows shot up, “You are wearing a chastity cage! Wow! I thought that would have to be the explanation.”

I didn’t know how to answer, but Helen, now thinking more rationally, intervened. “It was by mutual agreement, Alice. You were never meant to see it. Sorry, sweetheart!”

Alice’s forehead was furrowed as she processed the information. Then she gleefully said, “I did my research, Mum! I'm not a kid and Google was very helpful. I worked out that Julie must be locked up, because it explained so much, including why she had to sit to pee like a woman.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” agreed Helen, seemingly lost for anything else to add.

“I hope that wasn't just to protect me, Mum, because I’ve always felt safe with Julie. I knew she would never hurt me. She put up with my stupid demands with kindness and dignity.”

“It... er... served other purposes as well, sweetheart,” replied Helen, red-faced.

Alice gave a broad grin. “Hmm... I imagine it did and it explains why Julie put up with me like she did.” I kept quiet as the pair skirted around the issue of my intense frustration, and lack of release, of the preceding months.

oooOOooo

We all paused to absorb the consequences of what had happened. “Oh, God! What a nightmare this day has turned into,” remarked Helen. “Let’s get Julie tidied up and then we all need a stiff drink. And I mean all three of us. Let’s see if we can retrieve something from this. Or is the magic broken?”

It took a while before I pulled my knickers back up. Alice fetched me a loose-fitting summery dress from my bedroom, which it was thought would put less pressure on my buttocks than my tight skirts. We adjourned to another room and cushions were carefully arranged for me to sit on. The two women each grabbed an arm and lowered me down. I grimaced, but also smiled.

A few drinks were consumed. There were more tears, but there was also laughter as we reminisced over the previous few months. Alice, mature beyond her young years, had worked out what had been going on, today’s revelation being the confirmation of her suspicions. She had long concluded that I enjoyed being humiliated by women and being made to dress in women’s clothing and had deduced that Helen and I had been in a femdom relationship. More recently, she had worked out that I was being denied sex, and some research had suggested it was most likely that my penis was locked up to prevent self-abuse. She had gathered, correctly, that I got some sort of sexual thrill from it, despite not being able to enjoy erections or orgasms. “So, was I turning you on making you stand in the corner and so on?” she enquired.

I couldn’t deny it. “Yes, I’m ashamed to say you were, Alice, but even if I wasn’t wearing the cage I would never have taken advantage of you.” It was Alice’s turn for her face to turn a beetroot colour, discovering that she had been prick-teasing me. “I’m sorry, Alice. With hindsight, you should not have been involved in this.”

Then Helen sought to take stock of where we were. “Sadly, I think the bubble has burst and Julie and I have to stop our little deception. I don’t see how we can turn the clock back twenty-four hours and pretend today didn’t happen. What do you two think?”

I was first to reply. “Regrettably, I feel you are right, Helen. In reality, our arrangement was never going to go on forever, though I would have loved it to continue for a lot longer than it has. You could say that this incident has brought us to our senses.”

“I know what you mean,” replied Helen. “Ironically, until this afternoon, I was firmly in control and then suddenly I lost that control—not physically, because I had the cane, but I lost control mentally. I had been dominating you and humiliating you, and suddenly I was the one who felt humiliated, and you were shown to have the more authoritative character.”

We both looked at Alice. “I think I agree. I’m really very fond of Julie and my respect for her... or him, should I say... has soared today. I couldn’t go back to bossing him around and making him do silly tests. Especially as I now know that he was getting turned on by what I was doing. It was naïve of me not to work out that I would have that effect on Julie. Sorry, Julie!”

It was therefore mutually decided that our arrangement was at an end. As I’d sold my flat, I could stay living with Helen and Alice for as long as I wanted and Helen and I would share the housework, with Alice pitching in if she wasn't at university. It would be my decision whether I wanted to dress and act en femme. There would be no more punishments—we were three equals.

oooOOooo

By now it was nearly 9 PM and Alice said she was going to bed as the day had exhausted her. Once she had gone, Helen said softly, “You and I have unfinished business. Come upstairs.”

We went up to her bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but she removed her footwear and then started to unbutton her purple shirt, slowly and tantalisingly revealing her lacy mauve bra. The shirt removed, she unbuttoned her blue jeans and gradually and provocatively eased down the zip, giving me a glimpse of her matching silk panties.

She waited to gauge my reaction and saw that I was mesmerised by what I was seeing. She slipped off her jeans and stood alluringly in her lingerie. I thought that any moment my penis would break free of its prison, yet the sight in front of me ameliorated the pain my swelling was causing. Seeing her partially clothed like this, for the first time, I could only admire her staggering beauty, and she was every bit as stunning as I could have hoped for. I found it very sensuous to see her dressed in the very same mauve bra and knickers that I had handwashed many times during my stay, always surreptitiously sniffing when the occasion allowed.

Deftly, she unclipped her bra and lowered her knickers, standing naked before me. Except that I noticed on her left ankle was a thin silver chain carrying a small key. This, I was sure, was the key to my chastity device.

She beckoned me over and pulled my dress off over my head, before slipping down my knickers. With a sharp tugging action, she broke the chain from her ankle and inserted the key into my padlock. “Are you sure?” I asked.

She replied by turning the key, removing the lock, and then tugging the device to loosen the grip it had on my tumescent manhood. Once free, she lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of her. “I’m all yours,” she whispered. Her lips enveloped mine and her tongue explored my mouth. I fondled her breasts, and we squirmed around on the bed as my penis homed in on her vagina. To my shame, it took no more than half-a-dozen thrusts before I ejaculated my jism.

I collapsed on top of her, hugging her tightly and breathing heavily. “I’m sorry I came so quickly,” I said, when I caught my breath.

“You deserved to,” she laughed.

We hugged each other tightly until I rolled off her, wincing as my injured bottom touched the sheets. We stayed side-by-side for a couple of hours, drifting in and out of light sleep, until we began caressing each other again. This led to a second bout of lovemaking, and this time I was able to synchronise with her and we simultaneously climaxed in a frenzy of passion.

oooOOooo

It’s now three years later! What has happened since that fateful day, you may be wondering? Well, Helen and I both hankered over our previous bizarre lifestyle, but it was evident that the spell had been broken. We did try to reconstruct it, but our hearts were not truly in it. We also attempted to live together as a “normal” couple, with me dressed as a man, free to have sex and not subject to her continuous discipline but, regrettably, that didn’t work out either. Nevertheless, I remained living with her and Alice for around a year while I got my life sorted out, which meant buying another flat, a new car, a complete male wardrobe, and so on. And despite it not working out, Helen and I are still great friends. Indeed, we are more than friends. Neither of us has a steady partner so we meet up around once a month and we always have sex— and this is sex on equal terms, with us both getting gratification from the experience.

Alice has recently graduated from university with a First-Class Honours degree in psychology and is now embarking on a post-graduate course specialising in the psychology associated with sexuality. It has to be assumed that Helen and I had unintentionally encouraged her interest in that field! Alice and I are great pals and, despite the age gap, we love each other in the way that siblings often love one another. I would no more dream of again having sex with Alice than I would with my own sister. We don’t talk much about the past, but Alice does still call me Julie, at least when we are alone.

And I still choose, voluntarily, to wear panties every day.

THE END