Part 7

Minnie sobbed, "Please don't do it," dragging an arm across his eyes and

nose. "Please don't cuckold me..."

They stared at each other for a second.

Long enough for Jennifer to fully understand the accusation in Minnie's

words. Long enough for Minnie to see the hurt on her face, the tears

welling up in her eyes, he had crossed a line. "This has gone too far, I

am terrified of loosing you, you were right, it is time for Samuel to

come home."

"It's not that easy Minnie...I am hurt and angry, you just accused me of

intending to fuck another man...how could you?"

Donna stood at the bottom of the stairs, far out of eavesdropping range

if discovered and yet not missing a single sob, iPhone to ear she used

her Mistress app's handy 'monitor' function to listen in to Minnie's

iPhone with clarity such that she could have been standing in the

bedroom with them.

Jennifer used the time he was engaged in unsobbing to guide their

conversation in the direction signposted advantage Jennifer. "Pull

yourself together, Katie is the person coming to dinner." She roughly

shoved a box of Kleenex at him. "Here wipe your eyes." It took several

more Kleenex and several more minutes before Minnie was anything like

back to normal. "I cannot believe how you overreacted to my little

tease. And that is all it was, I know how much you like it when

fictional wicked wives behave like that."

"I'm sorry."

If it had not been for his infidelity accusation Jennifer may have felt

guilty her prank had upset Minnie so. But he had. But she didn't. She

had no reason to let her advantage slip and sat on the edge of the bed,

patted next to her. "Time out," she said in a spider to the fly like

way.

In outlining the scene for her prank she mentioned her shopping trip

with Katie, explained their dinner was to be a dress-up, cheer-up,

evening for Katie. "She's a little down, missing Adrian, we had a

massage before lunch that cheered her a little...did Adrian ever mention

to you Katie enjoys a massage?"

"Only in passing."

"Katie said he goes with her...to watch, is that right?" Jennifer knew

she was on the right track when Minnie blushed. "What is it he goes to

watch exactly? Before you answer remember Katie and I had a massage

together." Minnie said he was sworn to secrecy then, as Jennifer seemed

to have calmed, thought better of being evasive and revealed he knew the

reason to be Katie's liking for happy endings. "Does Samuel have little

fantasies like Adrian?"

Minnie blushed deeper, mumbled, "Sometimes."

"If I was feeling lonely like Katie would Samuel be okay if I cheered

myself up like she does?"

Minnie's heart skipped a beat, he wondered if Jennifer intended taking

him to watch, wondered if he would be wearing uniform, wondered if

Jennifer would call him her husband. His cock, eager for attention,

struggled to escape its prison "I think he would."

Jennifer, smiled, rested a hand on his knee. "Are you getting hard

thinking about it." She slid her hand along his thigh, pausing at mid-

thigh to drink in his worried look. "I'm on the massage table...you are

watching..." Jennifer let a finger caress his thigh. "Is this turning my

maid on?"

Minnie's felt a warm stickiness in his panties answer on his behalf.

Desperate to cum and desperate not to, he began multiplying large

numbers in his head. People say your life flashes before you as you die,

in the moment before chastity discovery excuses flashed before him;

I can tell her I put myself in chastity

I can pretend I'm not in the mood

I can say I hear footsteps

Minnie was thinking this situation can not get any worse...and then

did...

Determined to make him own up, Jennifer slipped off the bed and knelt in

the birthday position. "Time for Mrs. Collins to say sorry for upsetting

her maid."

In desperation Minnie suddenly stood.

All Jennifer had wanted was for him to reveal the chastity, now angered

by what she saw as his loyalty to his Mistress, that was not enough.

Jennifer asked what was wrong, did he not fancy her, did she not turn

him on any more, and such like. In the heat of the moment excuses evaded

his lips, he simply denied each accusation. She stood, stern face-edly

"then you have just wanked...Oh...NO!" Jennifer looked shocked. "You

were turned on and masturbated to your insulting idea I intended

cuckolding you. And this whole sobbing show is a part of a fantasy

you're acting out, I have been such a fool."

"No J...Mrs. Collins, you've got it wrong."

She stood. "Have I? Why don't you show me how wrong I am? If you didn't

wank before you came to find me then do it for me now." Minnie looked

down at the floor. "I thought so Minnie. Now go sort out your makeup

before Donna sees you...and stay in the kitchen until you serve dinner,

I might be a little calmer by then."

"Yes, Mrs. Collins."

Katie arrived early just as Jennifer was about to tackle some emails.

"Where is she?"

"Hello Katie."

"Sorry, nearly ran into the back of a car on the drive down thinking

about..." They cheek kissed. "I'm so distracted...can I meet Minnie?"

"Not until dinner" Jennifer smiled, over coffee she casually mentioned

her new massage table, it worked Katie wanted to know everything. Soon

Katie's need to meet Minnie was replaced by a need to try the new

massage table. With Katie out of the way Jennifer tackled her emails

then logged into Samuels email. The chastity device was listed as

'chastity package including full sissy-maid kit' she wondered what a

sissy-maid kit could possibly include that cost so much. The website was

of little help, greyed out, 'awaiting stock' against them.

The maids lined up in the kitchen for uniform inspection. Jennifer liked

the way Minnie fidgeted while adjusting his uniform, transferring weight

from one foot to the other drew her eye to the new looking stripper

heels all three wore. Minnie couldn't help but feel self-conscious about

the hint of cleavage the formal uniform revealed. His self-consciousness

did not escape Jennifer, and neither would it slip past Katie unnoticed.

Beside being a mood lifting evening Katie and Jennifer also wore their

finest clothes to mark the occasion of Minnie's breast implant reveal to

Katie.

The evening unfolded like a scene from a well rehearsed stage play with

Minnie on his best behaviour while assisting Maria. Throughout the meal

Minnie noticed Katie's eyes wandering as she spoke, her interest centred

on him. Katie seemed to be focussed on his breasts and legs, he smiled,

65% certain her interest in women ran a little deeper than a happy

ending.

After dinner, in the quiet confines of the sitting room, Jennifer and

Katie found a moment to be alone. Katie seemingly had an endless supply

of questions. "What do they feel like?"

Jennifer realising she was not in a position to answer honestly took a

guess. "Like strippers tits."

"So they don't sag?"

"No"

"Has he still got man nipples?"

"More or less."

"I guess the implants stretch them out a bit."

Once out of questions their conversation meandered through various

topics until it settled at Katie heaping praise on Donna. "You must find

out for yourself...it was sooo good!" she enthused. "However, being

massaged by a uniformed maid was a little strange, hinted at kinky in a

way."

"In your head you mean." Jennifer laughed kindly. "They are just her

work clothes, what did you expect her to wear?"

"I don't know, it just seemed so surreal, her in uniform, those heels

she wears constantly, the formality of 'is this okay Miss West' all the

while me laying there naked."

Thinking they had both consumed enough alcohol, Jennifer sent a text.

Minnie arrived, as instructed, with tea for two. "Where are Donna and

Maria?" Katie said as he poured tea.

"In their rooms Miss West." He handed round the cups.

"Don't leave just yet," Katie said as he turned to leave.

Minnie's thoughts on her attraction to women were renewed as he felt her

eyes undressing him, discretion playing no part in her careful head to

toe examination. "How long have heels been a part of Minnie's uniform

Jennifer?"

Jennifer knew, in the way lifelong friends know, Katie intended having

some fun. She glanced at his shoes with a look of surprise, shrugged. "I

guess Donna made that decision."

Katie returned her attention to Minnie. "Now we are alone Minnie catch

me up, what are your coworkers like?" Katie continued having little digs

during her searching conversation at him, a sort of interrosation; have

you lost weight since the last time we met, have you changed your hair,

is that a new uniform, and so on. He looked relieved when Jennifer said,

"That will be all tonight, thank you Minnie."

"I wish I acted as mean as you did tonight during the first week of,

what is it you call it...The Minnie Project." Jennifer sat on the edge

of Katie's bed while they chatted. "I might never have lost Samuel."

"I'm sure he's not lost Jennifer, you've just mislaid him." Katie

purposely giggled the giggle of someone also containing wine and brandy,

sensed despair simmering somewhere within her friend. "This is

temporary, you will find Samuel when the time is right."

As if puppets controlled by one string they flopped back on the bed,

staring at the ceiling, legs hanging down to the floor like they were

both sixteen talking boyfriends. "I'm not so sure," Jennifer said, re-

told how he had snubbed her offer to return to being her husband.

Spurred on by Katie's sympathetic ear she told her far more than sober

Jennifer would have. She shared selected details of the cuckold

accusation incident while avoiding mention of the chastity. Once that

cat was out of the bag there would be no putting it back. Jennifer

smiled at the ceiling, 'once that cock is out of the cage there would be

no putting it back' popped into her alcohol relaxed brain.

Katie tried to put a positive spin on Minnies accusation. "Take it for

what it is, a sign he is terrified he might loose you. A sign he is

tarting to want Minnie time to end. Like you said before, stay focussed

and no parole for Minnie even if you forgive the accusation."

"You always know just what to say." Jennifer smiled, kissed Katie's

cheek.

"From what you say, Donna seems to have the measure of Minnie. Perhaps

it's time you used your housekeeper properly."

"You mean use Donna to distance myself?"

"Exactly, if Minnie does something wrong tell Donna, if not invent

something and tell her anyway." Katie laughter wickedly. "Or tell the

senior maid..." Alcohol hid Maria's name from Katie.

"Maria," Jennifer said coming to the rescue.

Like the good friend she was, Katie alternated listening and agreeing.

Back in her own bedroom Jennifer lay awake, simmering anger keeping

sleep at a distance, re-thinking over and over how 'please do not

cuckold me' and 'I do not trust you to remain faithful' are ways of

saying the exact same thing. Then a voice in her head said don't forget

the chastity...

Meanwhile Minnie was in his bedroom playing a game the sissy-maid app

insisted he play each night blissfully unaware of Donna's monitoring

ability. Similar to a dating app pictures appeared, he swiped left or

right. Each game began with a score of ten, swipe wrongly numbers

reduce, swipe correctly numbers increase. Get to 20 and the chastity

rewarded him with pleasant yet frustrating arousal, get to zero and the

chastity punished him with what Minnie imagined to be something akin to

a taser on his genitals. Pictures showed men masturbating women and

women masturbating men. Regardless of how he actually felt Minnie soon

learnt to swipe the men/women pictures left and women/men right.

Katie woke early, sun slipping over the horizon as she slipped out the

front door and began to pound tarmac. She followed centre lines of

traffic free country lanes for a couple of hours. Not wanting to wake

Jennifer she jogged slowly along the gravel drive and around the back of

the house thankful there was activity in the kitchen, it's illuminated

window looking like a lilliputian stage upon which Maria and Minnie

acted out their parts with unwatched innocence.

"Good morning Miss West."

"It certainly is Maria." As unnatural as it felt to her Katie let the

formality run unchallenged having been told the story of Donna

stubbornly avoiding calling Jennifer, Jennifer. "Sorry to intrude on

your breakfast, the front door is locked."

"Not at all Miss West, Mrs. Collins often takes breakfast in the kitchen

with us." Maria picked up the coffee pot. "And other meals as well,

occasionally I mean." Maria filled mugs with steaming coffee as she

filled the air with small talk.

Her endless babbling gave Katie an idea. She found it easy to wind up

Samuel, and Minnie, unable to respond, would make a perfect target. She

knew anger would simmer inside him and picked up from where she left off

the night before by locking him out of the conversation... "How do you

find living in the country Maria?"

"It's so peaceful, I really like it Miss West."

"Are there many places nearby for a night out?"

"There is a pub in the village."

"Anywhere that holds dances Maria?"

"The pub and then there is the village hall."

Katie noticed Minnie staring at her coffee, a sure sign being left out

of the conversation was working. "You go every week?"

"Yes, I love dancing. Do you dance Miss West?"

"I love dancing, we must go together one night...if that wouldn't cramp

your style." Katie laughed softly. "I'm guessing you have to fight men

off."

Maria blushed. "I'm not dating at the moment Miss West."

Katie smirked at Minnie. "How about you Minnie, is there a special man

in your life or do you fight the men off?" Katie had timed it perfectly.

"No-one new in my life Katherine, how about you? Is there a special man,

or woman, in your life we don't know about? Someone to tide you over

until Adrian comes home?"

Before Katie could speak Maria jumped up. "How dare you speak to a guest

like that, please excuse me a second Miss West." Maria darted across the

kitchen at sprite-like speed. "We have had it up to here wth your

rudeness Minnie."

Minnie and Katie automatically looked to see where Maria had had it up

to. Katie felt a little disappointed when, rather than indicating where

she had it up to, Maria simply opened a drawer. "Kneel facing the wall

Minnie..."

"I am sorry for my outburst Miss West."

Maria was not to be distracted. "Do it now Minnie or shall I summon

Donna?"

Katie took a bite of toast, slowly chewed as if that was an aid to

committing events to memory. Minnie knelt as ordered, back to the table.

Katie's eyes widened when Maria tore a length of duct tape from the

roll, placed it across his mouth before calmly placing the duct tape

back in the drawer. "I am sorry you had to witness that Miss West."

"Witness what?" Jennifer said appearing with the timing of an actor from

stage left - or someone who had been the other side of the door live-

watching the incident on her iPhone. She glanced around the room,

innocently asking, "And why is Minnie kneeling there?"

"For rudeness again Mrs. Collins." Maria looked nervous.

Katie was on the verge of inappropriate and uncontrollable laughter

"let's take our coffee into the sitting room Jennifer, I'll explain

everything." To her surprise Jennifer nodded her agreement and led the

way to the sitting room.

Jennifer acted surprised, 'oh'd and 'ah'd in the right places as Katie

retold earlier events. "Get dressed quickly Katie, I want us to slip out

before Donna comes."

"I had no idea it would end like that Jennifer but I'm so angered by

what he accused you of, I am pleased it did."

"She," Jennifer said thankful they were alone.

"Whoops."

"I wanted to apologise for this mornings events Mrs. Collins." Donna had

waited until Jennifer sat alone at the table. She had Minnie and Maria

standing at the side of the room, formal uniform, looking down, as if

awaiting execution by tongue lashing or firing squad.

Jennifer had practised for this moment during the drive home. "Katie

explained everything and I consider the matter closed, there is no need

to delay supper." She smiled. "I'm famished."

Maria and Minnie remained in place throughout supper. When Donna served

tea she mentioned her idea to simplify the household routine; Jennifer

would only need to text one number and Donna would assign the job to the

most suitable person. "If Maria is up to her elbows in laundry, for

instance, I can respond or send Minnie."

"And if I want someone specific I can include their name," Jennifer

said.

"Yes! I never thought of that," Donna enthused with a smile.

"Like a twenty-first century version of a 'call system' old houses once

had with bells in the kitchen. Let's give it a try," Jennifer enthused

right back at her.

Not wanting to seem like a child with a new toy Jennifer waited until

next day before trying out the new system, texted - tea for 2 study - a

little excited to see who would arrive. She guessed Donna and was

surprised when Maria arrived with a tea tray. She looked as

uncomfortable as sandpaper socks when Jennifer moved from behind the

desk to an arm chair and asked Maria to join her for an informal chat.

"Call me Jennifer," she tested as Maria poured.

"Thank you Mrs. Collins but Donna would not approve such familiarity."

Maria felt nervous, the kitchen incident was still open in her head, and

in that head getting fired began with an informal chat. To her surprise

Jennifer began by asking how she had decided the life of a maid was for

her. "Well Mrs. Collins my family are very religious, some people even

call it a sect, well I left home at 16 and got a live in position..."

Having opened the floodgates Jennifer realised there would be no

stopping Maria until all of her pent up words had flowed out. Maria

cared little for wasted space between her words. "Of course without

parents watching I was free to date like a hen in a pen full of

roosters, don't get me wrong, I tell them right off Mrs. Collins, I'll

be pure the day I walk up the isle and if they don't like that..."

"That's how you arrived in the same house as Donna?" Jennifer ejaculated

startling Donna with the sudden interruption.

Maria nodded and, pleased with what she decided to be encouragement,

stuck with animal based analogies "now Donna is a different kettle of

fish, not in a slutty way, never even flirts. And when she finally lets

them date her, like she is doing them a favour, they fall quick. Then

suddenly 'BOOM' she dumps them. Breaks their heart, like with Tom the

gardener..."

"Donna dated Tom?" Jennifer asked in amazement, it seemed she was

oblivious to much that happened in the house.

"He sat eating his tear soaked lunch on the step outside the kitchen for

a week like a stray dog, I say it's all down to her mum's boyfriend."

"You mean Donna's..."

"Exactly!" Maria cut in. "Like me, she came into service at 16. Because

of him is my guess, but take my advice and don't go prying Mrs. Collins.

Donna is funny about that, I asked about her mums boyfriend once and she

says 'my life is not a book for anyone to pick up and read' is that

tight lipped or what?" Maria gulped down her cold tea giving Jennifer a

chance to ask if anyone else knows this stuff. "Not a soul Mrs. Collins,

it's like Donna says." Maria slipped in a nautical analogy. "We run a

tight ship, what happens in the Collins household stays in the Collins

household." Maria picked up the tea tray. "I'm sorry Mrs. Collins, me

going on like that and you having important things..."

Her ears felt the way ears would feel leaving a Nemophila concert,

Jennifer arched her back like a twelve year old cat waking from a long

sleep on a sunny windowsill. "Not at all Maria, our chat has cheered me

up, but I am a little stiff from sitting at the desk, could you ask

Donna if she has time free for a massage?"

Jennifer overheard Donna, "While Minnie is setting up the massage table

you run a bath Maria, plenty of warm towels for Mrs. Collins...one more

thing Maria, ensure Minnie understands there are to be no disturbances."

Jennifer, wrapped in a bath sheet from shoulder to knee, stood beside

the massage table. "Is this okay?"

"Perhaps this might be better Mrs. Collins." Donna handed her a small

hand towel. Jennifer, not wanting to get into the 'call me Jennifer'

thing again, quickly swapped modesty for hand towel across her bottom on

the massage table.

Like a pilot readying to embark on a flight from Schiphol to Rarotonga

Donna readied herself to begin a massage. She had with her a tote from

which she took a small speaker. The soft strains of gentle music filled

the air, adding an ambiance of relaxation and tranquility. Still a

little sleepy from the warm bath Jennifer tried to hide her surprise as

she watched Donna step out of her heels then out of her uniform. Wearing

just a set of white undies designed more for bedroom than support, she

unhurriedly folded her uniform before taking a white masseuse dress and

white heels from her tote. Noticing Jennifer watching Donna laughed

softly. "Maid dress is for a maid and masseuse dress is for a masseuse."

Jennifer seized the chance to solve a mystery. "I noticed Minnie wears

heels like yours now."

"I know! She looks so much smarter now." Donna's voice carried a hint of

confidence. "Wearing those awful canvas shoes made Minnie look like a

domestic cleaner wearing a maid uniform."

"Did you have anything to do with that?"

"I noticed her shoes at my interview, added heels to the order when

Maria and I got measured for our uniforms..." Donna took Jennifers arm.

"Is this okay Jen, too hard?" Jennifer Mmm'd, smiled at Donna's

accidental 'Jen,' a near informality. As Donna's skilled hands worked

their magic Jennifer relaxed surrendered to the sensation, thought 'this

is less embarrassing than a strangers hands.' With each stroke and knead

tension from Maria's morning briefing melted away leaving behind a sense

of serenity and well-being. Donna led the conversation slipping into

'hairdresser speak' Donna brushed the towel aside as she continued the

massage across Jennifers buttocks. Jennifer waited, hopeful, the towel

would be replaced soon, she looked around. Donna smiled. "So nice to

work on someone who works out rather than says they do."

"Thank you."

"Busy day?"

"A little paper-work to catch up. Train to the city tomorrow, meeting

Katie for lunch." As the massage came to an end, Jennifer emerged from

the experience feeling rejuvenated and revitalised, her body and mind

refreshed by Donna's skilled touch. Turning the shower on she said a

final thank you.

"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Collins," Donna, now wearing her maid uniform,

replied.

Katie had booked a horseshoe booth at Café Positano, Jennifer smiled and

slid in behind her. Recognising them immediately, the waiter smiled

"house red, bowl of Spaghetti Puttanesca, and two forks?"

Wine at lunchtime soon had them behaving the way they did when

teenagers, laughing and giggling about nothing in particular until they

were the last remaining lunchtimists. "Okay, okay, you win" Katie said

with mock defeatedness. "I promise I will come speak at your book club

sometime soon."

"Not sometime, the next one Katie, everyone is starting to think my

'friend' in publishing is fictitious." Jennifer air-quoted.

"As fictitious as you 'author' husband?" Katie giggled and air-quoted

right back, she leant in close, as if their booth might be bugged, her

breath tingly hot on Jennifer's neck "talking of writers and their

agents, I have a plan. Well, more a plan for us that involves said

husband."

As Katie explained Jennifer Oh'd, Um'd, and Ah'd at appropriate points

"I like the way it is supportive of Minnie with a side of sass."

"I was going for fiendishly devious or diabolically cunning but what you

said works." Katie giggled. "So you in?"

"Okay, I'm in," Jennifer said in the knowledge a half carafe of house

red and brandies at lunch was not an ideal foundation upon which to base

a sound decision.