Here is link to chap 3

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 The Exchange Society Chapter Four by Deborah Ford

Chapter 4

 

 

Julian struggles to keep up as Andre guides the giggling Vanessa deeper into the building.

His eyes are fixed on the gorgeous sway of his wife’s twin orbs in her tight dress. If only he could take off the chastity cage and wank. Just to clear his head. How the hell could he let the lout Andre manhandle his wife like that?

What was he thinking?

What is galling is that Andre keeps whispering into the ear of Julian’s wife. Whatever he is saying makes her laugh with her hand over her mouth, as if he is telling her dirty jokes.

His erotic stimulation is worsened by being aware how his heels are way too high for anything but getting his legs admired. Totally impractical. And his maid’s dress swooping about his body as he wiggles along is delightful.

Her short dress swirls back and forth over her lovely legs as she walks. Oh, how Julian wishes he could ask his wife for sex. Sometimes she will say yes. But here she is in the arms of the mouthy bully Julian knew too well in school.

Shock!

Vanessa stops dead with, “Oh my God!”

In the opposite direction is the extraordinary sight of a sissy in a bunny outfit, bells attached to his floppy ears, his waist and shoes, tingling behind a man and woman in earnest discussion.

The male wears a neat suit as many of the guys here do. The woman is in a short dress and boots, and her mouth is pulled down, as if she is cross.

The poor, huge eyed sissy has problems! A short chain secures his ankles together. His hands disappear around his back, no doubt bound, and he is heavily gagged! His inflated pink lips surround some shaft forced between them by a heavy strap.

His collar reads, Missy Gigglepants. Below that it states, Owner Miss Jenny.

Vanessa leans close to the serious looking woman, “Oh, just super wow! I love your sissy!”

The seriousness vanishes. Miss Jenny brightens immediately. “Aw, thank you. Sir, here has been ever so helpful.”

The tall guy shrugs, barely smiling as he acknowledges Andre the way guys do. With as little facial expression as possible.

Laying a hand on the arm of Andre, Vanessa smiles, “And my Sir too. He’s so good with me. And with my sissy, Julie.”

The two sissy eyes lock. Missy Gigglepants’s eyes are so wide between his false eyelashes that he looks horror-stricken.

But he must have agreed to that humiliating outfit. Julian would love to wear it in the privacy of his own home, but never out where anyone could see him. Especially his wife or one of the Bulls. He wonders why Missy Gigglepants was so foolish to agree to it.

Miss Jenny stares up in awe at her real man. “Aren’t these guys just something else?”

Giggling, Vanessa says, “I wouldn’t know yet. But who knows,” she smiles at Andre, “perhaps I’ll find out.”

Andre gives her a sweet smile, but the moment she looks away, he laughs open-mouthed, but silently at Julian. Mocking him.

Miss Jenny runs her hand down the waist of her sissy, to his tights. “It was Sir’s idea to put Missy here into the bunny outfit and bondage. The sissy cuck kept asking when we were going to leave. I mean, can you imagine? I told Sir. I mean, after all, my husband is the one who dragged me here!”

Vanessa takes in the amazing outfit. “It is super, duper. Like wow!”

Jenny laughs, “And I bet your sissy would love to try it on too!”

Julian shakes his head quickly, knowing he dares not speak.

“See you later,” Jenny says. “Sir thinks Missy needs a spanking in the main hall. Won’t that look amazing in front of everyone?” She laughs. “And dressed like a silly bunny with the bells attached everywhere!”

The Bull with Jenny raises his hand, and for the first time, Julian can see the thin, blue leash. A sharp tug and the ringing of bells indicate the poor sissy is wiggling down the corridor in his bunny outfit.

The two poor sissies share eye contact until another jerk on his leash means that Missy Gigglepants has to look ahead as he continues his dreadful journey.

One final gasp from Julian. He sees Missy’s hands are locked in formidable handcuffs!

Vanessa stands right in front of Andre, so close, they are almost touching. “You know, when Julian,” she giggles, “I mean Julie, first said about coming here, you know, with you masculine guys and the hubbies in maid’s uniforms, I said no! I mean, I really didn’t want to come. But it is amazing, isn’t it.”

Julian is horrified as Andre runs his hand through Julian’s wife’s lovely blonde hair. That should be something only he is permitted to do.

Andre adopts his awe-shucks voice, “Listen, if there’s some way we can make you ladies happy here, then that’s what we do, I guess.”

She rests her hands, fingers fully spread apart on his shirt, her lips parting.

Andre’s bear paw wraps around the back of her hair and pulls her up on her toes, his mouth smothering hers.

“No!” Oh God! Did Julian really shout that out?

The couple stare around the dumb assed maid.

Vanessa’s eyebrows push together. “Listen! This is your idea. You don’t get to choose!” She gazes up at Andre, shaking her head. “I am so sorry. What must you think of me? That was so rude.”

Andre emits a low, “Hmmmm”, making poor Julian’s knees shake in their stockings.

“I, I, I,” Julian feels his voice rise an octave, “it’s just that, well, I guess …”

With the kindly patience of a Sunday school teacher, Vanessa says, “Shhh. No more. Remember whose name is on your collar!”

“You know,” Andre says, in that relaxed, easy-going manner he adopts with Vanessa, “I know a way we can help your maid stay quiet when she’s supposed to. Might help her.”

Julian’s tummy twists over. What does he mean? He hops on his heels, trying to win Vanessa’s attention, so she’ll ask him to speak. Then he can warn her how nasty Andre can be.

Her eyes explode with admiration. “You are so helpful. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Wrapping his arm around the narrow shoulders of the wife, he steers her forward. “I’ll show you. It’s where that other wife got her bunny outfit and bondage stuff from.”

What? Julian feels his skin crawl with fear. “Erm, Miss, I just …”

Vanessa stops with such a jolt that Julian stops talking and brings his fingers up to his newly inflated pink lips.

She turns slowly, her head on one side, her face hard in a way that Julian has never seen before. “Now listen, little maid. Andre here is being super supportive to us since I met him. I’ve not heard you so much as thank him!”

Julian swallows, feeling his Adam’s Apple bounce on the steel collar. “Erm, Sir, well, er …”

Andre raises his eyebrows. All innocence. “Yes. Maid?”

The words burn as he utters them. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for helping Miss.”

Twisting into Andre’s arms, the wife speaks quickly. “I am so sorry. That isn’t good enough. I know that. It's just that I haven't had any training and ….”

Andre plants a kiss on her lips to stop her. He smiles as friendly as Santa Claus. “Hey. Relax. You both have stuff to learn. It's just that,” he nods towards the cuck maid, “some people take longer to learn. That’s all.”

“You are so damned understanding!” She sniffs.

“And don’t forget,” the Bull continues. “Sissy maids are born dumber than a donkey.”

She laughs and flings her arms about his neck, enabling him to sneer at the maid over her shoulder. “We can’t make her brighter, but we can make her more obedient. How does that sound?”

She leans back and kisses him.

Behind her back, Andre infuriates the helpless cuck with the wanker sign again.

Oh! Julian stamps his high-heeled foot in anger.

Moments later, Andre has led them into a large area that could be a shopping arcade. A hallway, lined with goods on ramped shelves on the opposite walls. People are scattered in groups. Sometimes, hotwives and their beaus, and sometimes wives with their elegant maids.

Pop music echoes unobtrusively around the hall. The shoppers' murmur is generally quiet, with a few giggles and laughs.

Each stall is full of fetishist wares Julian has seen online but never in real life. He is thrilled, wishing he and Lauren could look through the items without Andre pestering them.

They pause before the first stall whose sign reads Leashes. All manner of leads and tethers hang from the top or are curled up on the counter. Everything is neat and clean.

Andre pulls the wide-eyed Vanessa close to the goods. “You’ll need a leash for your sissy. You wouldn’t want her to get lost.”

Vanessa laughs easily. “Really? I don’t know how to use one.”

Andre pulls out a short cobalt blue one from a collection hanging off the wall and clips it to the ring hanging from Julian’s collar.

“Really simple. Like leading around a puppy. You’ll wonder how you got by without it. Now take the handle and give it a sharp tug.”

The wife accepts it uncertainly. After a giggle at her maid, she gives a sharp jerk.

Feeling his neck pull forward, Julian topples, then clip-clops forward a few steps.

“See?” Andre laughs. “You are a natural.”

“Oh! That is amazing.”

She moves away from her maid and gives another sharp pull. Her maid races to join her. Walking backwards, she can see her maid wiggling after her.

“Oh wow! This is so funny!”

Andre nods. “You are a truly dominant hotwife. You’ve impressed me. Now we’ll just go for a fixed one for now. But if you feel you need one of the retractable ones, then let us know.”

“Can I have a different colour?” She asks him.

At the end of the lead and feeling helpless, Julian wants to say, ‘shouldn’t you ask me?’

But he obviously doesn’t.

Vanessa settles on a thin pink one with elegant decorations around the edges.

“The six foot one is better than the three foot,” Andre points out “You can always coil it around your hand if it feels too long.”

As Andre busies himself paying for the leash with the card machine, Julian knows he must speak up. Say something now, else Andre will dominate all their decisions.

As he opens his mouth to speak, a sweet voice says, “Oh, you are new!”

She is short and cute, in a summery flowery dress that ends just above her knees. At the end of her black leash is a tall, thin maid with sad, defeated eyes who stares at Julian.

What is startling is that, like the Mistress they met in the corridor with the bunny maid, the hot wife is wearing a silvery collar.

Vanessa clicks into her girly chat mode. “Yes. First day. I’m Vanessa. This is Julie my maid.”

“I’m Camila. This is Penelope Pantywaist, my maid.”

The maid looks down at the floor, cheeks reddening.

Camila is in full gossip mode. “It’s great when you are collared by your Bull and have your maid officially named.”

Vanessa taps her fingernail on the steel choker and squeals, “Oh, that is such a wonderful collar!”

Camila tries not to smile too smugly. “It matches everything. Once I agreed to be collared, Master tells me I have to keep it on always. Even in bed.”

“All the women here seem to have collars except me.” Vanessa pouts.

Looking at Andre as he taps in the code to the cash machine, Camila whispers, “Well, he sure as hell looks like a keeper!”

Shaking her head and maintaining the low tone, Vanessa says, “Oh, I’m such a noob. I don’t know anything.”

Julian wants to blurt out, ‘I am here, you know!’

“Listen,” Vanessa drops her voice lower, “How come the cuck maids have such funny names?”

Camile laughs. “Oh, that’s the men! You know what real guys are like! Anything to reduce the cucks status in the eyes of their wives.” She tugs her leash, bringing poor Penelope Pantywaist next to them. “Isn't that right, Penelope Pantywaist?”

The maid’s eyes stay on the floor. “Yes, Mistress.”

She whispers to Vanessa, “Once the men collar you, they always collar the maid too. So then they rename the sissy cucks.” She giggles. “Complete bastards, eh?” She tugs the lead and wiggles off. “Anyway, we have to meet our Master in the south gardens. See you both soon.”

Andre returns with the pink leash. He lifts up Julian’s chin with his finger and thumb and clips it onto the ring hanging from the collar.

Casually, he hands the leash handle to Vanessa.

She keeps her hands down, before her. “Oh, why don’t you lead him around?”

The ugliest grin Julian has ever seen glows on Andre’s face. “Well, the sissies find it humiliating if they are led around by a real man.”

A disappointed Vanessa nods and is about to take the leash handle when Andre grips Julian’s chin - tightly this time.

“Hey, cuteness. Your Mistress wants me to handle you for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Julian tries to say ‘no’, but his mouth is squeezed so tight he can only make a noise. “Nnnnrgh”

Andre puts his arm around the hotwife, “Isn’t she an angel, agreeing to that? She is going to be full of shame being led around by a real man on her first day. And she’s doing it for you. How about that!”

A giggling Vanessa kisses her hot-cheeked Hubbie on his nose. “Oh, you are so sweet!”

She dips her shoulder under Andre’s protective arm and then kisses his cheek. “And you are just so understanding. We feel so safe with you.”

The couple walk off, and Julian feels the tug hauling him along like a pet. He feels sick with mortification. A man is leading him around while cuddling his wife!

“There’s so much to get for your maid here,” Andre says. “Bondage stuff. Chastity cages. Canes. Paddles. And something your girl can really benefit from.”

A grinning Vanessa looks up at her hunk, “And what’s that?”

Andre waves his arm at the next stall: Gags and Blindfolds.

“You don’t want her naughtily speaking out of turn, do you?”

She takes in the stall, full of gags and blindfolds of all types. “No! Oh my God. They look amazing!”

Julian feels sick.

 

 

Chapter 3

Chapter two can be found here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/DeborahFordsTheHotel/comments/1v9s6ge/the_exchange_society_chapter_two_by_deborah_ford/

 

There is a sissy fantasy, shared by many. The sissy, attired as a French maid, is paraded, against their will, before a crowd of lusty heckling people.

The actuality is not as exciting as the wanking illusion. In fact, it is stomach-turningly painful.

Julian’s heels have taken him up the steps from the cuck’s basement to the entrance of the hall. There are a few sissies behind him, but others have already been summoned by Miss Raven onto the stage of the hall with a knowing grin and a curling finger. He can hear the hum of chatter and laughter of the wives and their Bulls in the tall, ceilinged, echoing room. But all he can see is Miss Raven standing, holding a mic next to Miss Eagle and Miss Gull in their skin-gripping leather outfits.

They would be such a turn on if it were not for the chastity cage securing his penis under his maid’s outfit and the fear gripping his tummy.

“And now, maid Julie!” Miss Raven cocks her finger at poor Julian.

Already his feet in their heels are walking automatically towards her.

The catcalls start: ‘look at her wiggling arse’. ‘Hey gorgeous, get over here for a spanking.’

Every shout met with laughter from the Bulls and giggling from the wives.

It feels like sanctuary when he reaches the safety of the dais and steps up next to the line of male maids, all looking equally as horrified.

It is a full fifteen minutes before all twenty of the maids are set in a line along the front of the stage.

They are standing in a dancehall, with tall windows overlooking flowing, tended parklands shadowy in the early evening sun. Julian can see there are more males than females in the hall. Try as he might, he cannot make out Vanessa or Andre anywhere.

Many of the males, in their suits and dinner jackets, appear the same. The women in their vastly different coloured and styled dresses stand out.

“Here are our sissy maids, all ready to serve your every whim,” Miss Raven announces to the cheers of the crowd. “Some are regulars, of course. A maid is collared for life, not just for the weekend!” The crowd applauds enthusiastically. “Some are new girls!” A few women emit long, amused ‘awwws’. “But it is our job to get them up to speed very quickly! All with your help!”

Julian feels sick as the throng clap and holler. Don’t they know we are human beings, with feelings?

“With that in mind, we will start as we do every weekend. A sissy will be called out. Her mistress will join her in the centre of the room with her beau. If she hasn’t found a boyfriend yet, and there is plenty of time, then another helpful man might care to step up.”

Julian has hope! As soon as he meets Lauren in the middle of the hall, he’ll tell her they have to leave. Immediately! He will be out in the car park in minutes. Home within an hour or so.

“So wives who are noobs, do not be shy. The cuck sissy will be handed a long, crook-handled bamboo cane before her walk of shame to the centre of the room. Please join her there. You must tell the sissy to lower her panties to her ankles. To bend over and raise the rear of her dress. Your new or existing boyfriend will then administer six spanks to her pretty bare arse.”

Julian has to get out. No way does he want to experience that! Especially in front of all these people. He’d never be able to look Lauren in the eye again.

But Miss Raven is still speaking. “Of course, the sissies quickly realise that if they do not obey any of the instructions, then what happens?”

Members of the crowd call out with glee, “They get six additional strokes!”

 Miss Raven is enthused. “Oh, my yes. That’s when the poor little mites quickly learn to obey an instruction.” She laughs. “In fact, if they don’t learn quickly, then there will be a lot of sobbing when serving drinks and food later!”

The women squeal with guilty giggles.

Julian closes his eyes. The agreement with the exchange society was that he would serve as a maid whilst his wife could find a Bull. There was nothing about legitimised violence. He feels sick at the thought of Daisy Sissypants telling him that the Bulls can collar any sissy cuck of a woman that they have already collared. Having this existing steel collar around his neck is bad enough, locked by Miss Raven with the words, Julie, owned by Miss Vanessa cut into it. But the thought of a man’s steel collar locked about his neck makes him physically sick.

No way would he agree to a collar from some oaf of a Bull!

He still cannot make out Lauren, nor, thankfully Andre, in the assemblies of people. She must have seen sense and be waiting for him in the foyer. Ready for them to make their escape. All will be revealed when his name is called.

Miss Raven announces the first sissy cuck, “Trixie Twinkletoes! Go to the centre of the room. Now!”

Miss Gull hands the poor sissy cuck the hook of a bamboo cane to hold. Trixie advances forward on her heels and stops, looking at Miss Raven with hope.

Miss Raven smiles, “Oh, my dear Trixie Twinkletoes. Are we going to be in line for an additional six already?”

The poor maid clip-clops immediately to the middle of the room, where a woman with dark curls and a long, flowing, sparkly blue dress meets him. A lean, tall guy with a long horse face and a toothy grin stands behind her.

The woman glances back at the tall male for support, and he nods. She takes in a breath and proclaims to the room, “Panties down! Bend over! Skirt up!”

The unfortunate maid pulls his hands together near his little boobs formed by the corset. He is about to speak when she calls out, “Now! Six additional spanks! No dallying!”

A moment of total panic on the face of the sissy before he turns his back to his wife pulls down his panties and leans forward at the waist.

“Skirt up!” The wife repeats.

Trixie Twinkleto does so slowly, his huge made-up eyes pleading with hope at Miss Raven

The wife adds, “An additional six for delay in obeying!”

A huge cheer from the crowd. They are atrocious, sadists, Julian realises. If it wasn’t for these heels, he would try to run to the doorway and escape. But he knows how ridiculous he would look and how ineffective such an attempt would be.

Daisy squeals at each of the strikes on Trixie Twinkltoes' white bottom.

Julian hangs onto his single thought of freedom. If Lauren isn’t present, then he won’t be caned and, in his foolish dreams, he will be released.

As each of the terrified sissies wanders to his fate under the eager, cruel eyes of the spectators, so Julian moves to the front of the queue. His knees shaking. His false eyelashes flickering. Every swish of the cane makes him feel sicker. But surely, if Lauren isn’t around, then he will be freed?

“Julie!”

The name echoes around the speakers in the hallway. But for Julian it is as if it hasn’t been spoken.

“Julie!”

He gasps and jumps in his heels. Miss Eagle hands him the whippy cane, which he accepts like an automaton.  The dominant woman places her hand in the small of his back and propels him onto the wooden dance floor.

His steps are small. One at a time. No sign of Lauren.

The baying audience with their drinks, some standing, others sitting, laugh as he closes in on the central place in the hall.

His head feels cold. His brain no longer functions. He stops and, tightly gripping his apron, stares back at Miss Raven.

The cruel dominatrix holds up the mic. “Has Julie an owner?” She glances at Miss Eagle and Miss Gull. “Well, I know two women who will claim her if she is free!”

At that moment, a giggling Lauren trots in her heels quickly through the door. “Sorry! Sorry!” She is pulling up her dress strap.

Odd, Julian thinks. He can rely upon his wife to be immaculate before she lets anyone see her.

He smiles with relief at his wife, feeling her steel collar settles around his neck.

His smile freezes.

A few steps behind her, Andre appears. He’s wearing a neat suit and tie, but his superior sneer is instantly recognisable. Why is he following Lauren to the centre of the floor?

Miss Raven says over the speakers, “Just in time, Lauren. You have almost lost her. Plenty of takers for a little cutie like that.”

Lauren cups her hand under the red-hot face of her husband and calls out. “Oh, she’s not going anywhere!”

Andre arrives at the side of the shaking maid. “Unless she’s naughty.” The audience laughs. “I know a nice spot in the dungeon for her!”

For the diminutive Julian, Andre appears to fill the hall. How can the lout be so big?

Julian’s huge eyes plead with his wife to rescue him.

Lauren leans her head to one side in sympathy and whispers, “Sorry, little maid, but you know what comes next. I know how you love the idea of being caned. And look at the humiliation you also crave. Being caned before all these people! Andre says it must be a dream come true for you.”

He is about to say No! That is all fantasy. He just wants to be a maid while she finds a guy here.

Lauren grins as if she is doing her wimpy hubby a favour. “Panties down.” A cheer. “Bend over!”

He is frozen.

Andre announces to the crowd. “I think we’re talking twelve spanks of the cane already!”

They cheer and laugh. A few clap.

Suddenly, Julian is pulling his panties down his bare thighs and then over his stockings. They get caught in a garter but quickly ping free. Once they are around his ankles, he bends forward, ninety degrees at the waist, feeling the corset grip his waist like an iron fist.

“Please, Lauren, I …” he whispers.

Lauren loves the feeling of power. Her maid, who does look sexy as a maid, follows her commands, while a genuinely good-looking hunk stands with her.

“Skirt up, like a good girl!”

He pulls up his skirt and petticoats over his naked behind. He feels nauseous with fear. Can this be happening? Is it a nightmare?

Andre grabs the cane from poor Julian and whistles it close to his ear.

He says to the room, “Don’t worry, pansy. Your first day! I’ll go easy on you!”

Julian looks up to see his wife idolise Andre. “Awww. You are so sweet!”

The bully leans close to the trembling maid’s ear. “Like fuck I’m going easy on you, gay boy! Your wife is about to see what a wimp you really are. And any fucking around from you and I’ll start again!”

What? Julian gasps. But only he heard the horrible bully.

Andre says to Lauren, “I’ll help her get through this. You see.”

Lauren hugs his arm as she kisses his cheek. “Aw. I am so glad I met you! You are so adorable.”

She kisses him again on the cheek, and the crowd wolf whistles. Julian is beside himself. How can she be taken in by that dreadful person? She is so close to the worst man Julian has ever met in his entire life. The man who made his life hell in his school!

He is about to say something when, swish, the first cut. Right across the peak of his white buttocks. He screams like a baby.

An overlong pause as Andre makes the poor sap suffer. Then swish, whack!

The pain is searing. He can’t take any more stripes from this dreadful thug!

Another two, rapid ones, as Andre takes in Lauren’s horror at the welts across her husband’s bottom.

Seeing the tramp’s concern, he says in an overly calm, warm voice, “She’s doing well, isn’t she?”

“I, well, I, I guess so.”

“He’ll be fine with us. You see.”

Lauren smiles. “You are so caring.”

More whacks until a blubbering maid is helped to straighten himself out. He rubs frantically at his raw backside that burns like a blast furnace.

Lauren scoops up some of the tears with her index finger. “I bet you are glad it is Andre. Not one of those other guys. Some of them are brutes!”

What?

He stands crying, his panties around his ankles, his dress flopping down over his seared flesh. “But …”

She smiles softly. “Now be a brave little maid and pull up your panties. You look such a sight!”

Standing close to Lauren, Andre adopts his compassionate voice. “Your poor maid did very well. I think she might do with some cream rubbed over her spanked bottom.”

Lauren melts. “You are just so damned thoughtful. I think of some of the guys I could have met here.”

Andre adopts his aw-shucks grin before putting his arm around her naked shoulders. He leads her to where the audience lines the walls, still laughing and grinning.

With Lauren’s back to them, Andre does the internationally known wanker sign, using thumb and index finger at the sniffling maid.

“Come on maid. You’ll miss all the fun!”