Maid to Serve: Birthday Sissy Ch. 04

Today was the day. Alexa was to arrive at 5 p.m.

It was 4 p.m. and the menu was planned, the ingredients prepped, and the house clean and tidy. Matt had finished the table and plate settings the night before, complete with a new white tablecloth, restaurant-style.

At this point, there was little left for him to do. He pottered around the kitchenette, checking that everything was ready. Much of his mind was elsewhere, though. How would Alexa react upon seeing him in the apron? It would certainly strike her as odd, but not odd enough for her to extrapolate his and Britney's femdom-inspired roleplay.

But then there would be the fact he was serving them like a maid the entire evening. And what other hints might Britney drop? Matt was sure she wouldn't actually say or do anything that was a real chance of giving the game away... But was he really? Right from the first night when Britney had given him the panties and then the chastity device, he had sensed a gradual but unmistakable shift in her. While he was sure her initial orders came merely as part of a role she was playing all for his benefit, she seemed to be more and more motivated to use this experiment for her own amusement.

This excited him no end, as it meant the "forced" aspect of their dynamic was real--not just an act. Maybe he really didn't have a choice in being chaste, wearing panties, or serving his mistress. It had certainly all seemed like a pretense on Day 1, but the past two weeks of chastity had been enforced over his strong and genuine objections.

But this also frightened him. Alexa was a smart woman, and any slip of the tongue or lack of subtly could be enough for her to put everything together. She would know Britney was the dominant one and Matt submissive. She would know the significance of the apron. She might even suspect what Matt was wearing under his black pants. The thought sent a shiver down Matt's spine and he felt his penis squirm.

He imagined Alexa leaving the house after the dinner, then turning back to face him, on her face a disdainful smirk. "You little sissy."

Another jolt went through his cock, but the thought made him sick to the stomach. Alexa was a part of both Britney and Matt's friend circles. Word could easily get out. What had he gotten himself into?

He lowered his hand to his crouch and felt the cage. Whatever happened tonight, at least he would be out of it.

Just as he began shifting the cage back and forth along his cock--the closest he could get to masturbation--the bathroom door opened. Britney emerged in a cloud of steam, her body wrapped in a dark green towel and her wet hair around her shoulders. She looked Matt up and down.

"It's time to get ready," Britney said with a smile. Matt followed her to the other end of the apartment, taking a seat on the bed behind Britney, who stood in front of the mirror.

"Finish drying me off," she said and took off her towel. Matt's eyes drank her all in. Her dainty, feminine feet, her slender legs running up to thick thighs. Her perfectly rounded butt cheeks he so wanted to reach out and slap. Her perky B-cup breasts and their thick, dark red nipples he so wanted to jump up and suck on. Then there was her face: her full cheeks and slightly pointed chin, her thick lips, and her crescent-shaped eyes, which could go from empathetic to piercing in an instant.

It had been the first time he'd seen her in any state of undress in the past two weeks, and he was staring. Britney cleared her throat and dropped the towel over Matt's head. He quickly took it off and got to his knees, drying Britney off from her legs up. As he did, she began blow-drying her hair.

When both were done, Britney instructed Matt to take a quick shower. The cage would stay on, she added.

Matt did as he was told. When he returned, wearing a towel around his waist, Britney was still getting ready. But now she wore a matching white bra and panties, with a cream-colored garter belt holding up tan stockings, the second of which she was locking into place. Matt caught himself staring again as he sat down again behind her. He stared first at her rear, marveling at how the lingerie managed to make her even more shapely. Then he looked into the mirror, his eyes moving from the reflection of her chest to her lips as she began applying a burgundy shade of lipstick, which she followed with a clear coating of lip gloss. He could feel his penis straining futilely. He kept his gaze fixed in the mirror as she applied eyeliner, a touch of mascara, and a pair of medium-sized gold hoop earrings.

She turned to him.

"Now it's sissy's turn."

Britney motioned for Matt to rise and brought him a few steps forward closer to the mirror. She yanked his towel off and let it fall to the floor. His cage bobbed up and down as his penis inside tried to engorge. Britney laughed and gave it a gentle push.

"Sorry, but we will need your little friend to stay locked up. We wouldn't want you to get excited tonight and reveal yourself to our guest, would we?"

Britney opened the underwear drawer and pretended to consider her decision. After a little humming and hawing, she retrieved the G-string.

"Put this on."

She stepped behind Matt and watched him in the mirror as he stepped into the G-string and pulled it up around the chastity device.

"Hmm," she said as she ran her fingers around where the front of the G-string covered the cage, which jutted out from behind the small triangle of pink fabric. "Luckily, we have something to cover you up."

Britney slid open the wardrobe and retrieved a hanger with the apron on it. Matt bristled but knew she was right. Even with his pants on, the cage might still be obvious. The apron would be helpful in this regard.

Britney lay the apron on the bed, then took the black pants and a light blue collared work shirt from the wardrobe and handed them to Matt. He pulled them on and looked himself in the mirror. They were gender-neutral clothes and he didn't look unusual or particularly feminine.

Britney picked up the apron. She put the front against the bottom of Matt's stomach and let her hands glide along the waist ties, guiding them to meet in the small of his back. She tied them together and removed her hands. She put her head beside Matt's. They both looked in the mirror.

It wasn't too bad, Matt told himself. The apron definitely leaned feminine, with its wavy texture and trim, which maybe verged on frills, but he was sure it could be laughed off as a joke.

Britney looked him up and down. "Hmm. You look OK, but maybe a little too much like a butler rather than a maid."

Matt watched intently as Britney stepped to the vanity part of the wardrobe where she had left her makeup materials. What was up to?

Britney picked up the clear lip gloss and popped the lid off. She turned to Matt and pushed him gently into a sitting position on the bed.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, not even bothering to hide his concern.

"Completing the look," Britney said matter-of-factly.

Matt let out an exasperated gasp of protest but before he could get his thoughts together, Britney had leaned over and grabbed the cage through his pants. She started to tug on it as she spoke again.

"Don't fret, sissy. This is the final touch we've been searching for, and every time you lick your lips, you'll remember your place. Your mistress wanted you pretty, so she put this on you." She gave the cage, now heavy with Matt's half-erect penis, a final tug.

"Besides, it'll hardly be noticeable," she added, and lifted the lip gloss tube to Matt's lips. She applied a single thick coat to his top lip and then the bottom, before evening it out with a few soft swirls.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Britney said and took a step away so Matt could see the mirror. He was startled by what he saw: the gloss was definitely noticeable, at least he thought so. While it was a clear coat, it had given his lips a pinkish sheen. How could Alexa not notice that, he thought? Even as panic gripped him, the circumstances sent a jolt from his butterflies down to his groin.

"She's going to see. She'll know," Matt said in a pleading voice.

"Nonsense. You only think it's obvious because you're already aware of it."

Matt looked in the mirror again. Was it perhaps less noticeable than he'd thought? Maybe. And it would probably grow duller before Alexa arrives, he reasoned. He could probably even wipe it off discretely in the meantime.

Britney turned to wardrobe and took her outfit for the evening off the hanger, then spun back around.

"And don't even think about wiping it off," Britney said. "Or I'll just have to reapply it in front of Alexa."

Britney had said that last line with a smirk, but Matt was certain that she wasn't joking.

***

The doorbell rang. Britney and Matt, both sitting at the table, looked at the door.

"It begins," Britney said. "Open the door, sissy," she said, raising her voice slightly.

"Shhh!" Matt said frantically and jumped out of his seat.

Britney remained still and stared Matt in the eyes.

"Coming!" Matt shouted.

This was it, Matt thought. He felt a mixture of dread and excitement wash over him as he put his hand on the door handle and opened the door.

He was so nervous that he was already speaking before the door was fully open. Maybe he'd hoped that being engaged in conversation would distract Alexa enough to not notice anything.

"Hi Alexa! How are you doing?" he said and immediately felt small as he saw Alexa. Although they were about the same height, Alexa's shoes--with a 2-inch platform and 4-inch heel--gave her a clear advantage. Her superior position was only strengthened by her power-projecting black matte trench coat. Under it, she wore a fuzzy off-white sweater that tightly hugged her C-cup breasts, like something from a '50s pin-up. Below, she had on a red pleather pencil skirt that ended just above her black platform heels.

Alexa peered down at Matt without immediately replying.

Matt right away began to panic. Why wasn't she saying anything? The silence seemed interminable but was really only a couple of seconds.

"Matt," she said. "You look different?"

Oh God, Matt thought. That was confirmation. She was looking at his face; it wasn't the apron she'd noticed. It was the lip gloss. His mind immediately launched into panic mode, trying to list all the possible ramifications.

"Haircut?" she asked. Matt nearly fell to the floor.

"Oh, uh, yeah," he said, realizing he hadn't seen Alexa since getting rid of his shaggy old hairstyle. He'd escaped! But best to keep things moving along.

Matt's training quickly took over.

"Britney's just inside," he said. He took a step so he was stood with his back against the door, then lifted his arm, directing Alexa inside. She entered the apartment and Matt closed the door behind her.

"Can I get your jacket?" he asked and stood behind Alexa.

"Wow," she said, turning to face Britney and letting her trench coat slide off and into Matt's hands. "You have him well trained!"

Matt froze for a moment as he went to hang the coat on the clothes rack. There had been a joking tone in her voice, one that simultaneously humiliated and aroused him. But more importantly, this could be the start of the penny dropping for her. He prayed for Britney to defuse this threat.

"Oh yes," Britney said with a chuckle. "It wasn't easy but he's ready to serve." Alexa laughed.

"Come take a seat. Would you like a drink?" Britney, sitting facing the kitchen, motioned for Alexa to sit in the chair opposite her. Alexa sat down, then Britney motioned again, this time as if to catch the attention of a server in a restaurant. Matt, watching from the kitchen, shuddered but jumped into action.

He stood between them at the table. "Wine or Cosmo?"

Alexa's eyes suddenly opened wide. She lurched forward, staring at Matt's waist.

"Oh," she exclaimed, then looked over at Britney. "An apron--I didn't even notice."

Matt winced. Not only had she finally noticed but she was intuitively directing her comments to Britney, ignoring his presence. It sent a shiver through him.

"Of course. You know how Matt loves to cook," Britney paused, "and whatnot, so today he'll be doing all the work and we get to enjoy it."

A wide smile crept onto Alexa's face. She glanced back at Matt but continued speaking to Britney.

"Like our own butler," she said. Another jolt went through Britney.

Britney leaned forward. "I prefer to think of him more as a maid," she said in a mock whisper.

This set both of them into a fit of giggling. Matt stood still in silence, grateful only that his apron was hiding his bobbing cock.

"No, thank you," Alexa said, looking briefly at Matt's face. "A Cosmo sounds nice."

"Me too, honey," Britney said.

"Sure," Matt said and immediately slunk away to the kitchen, relieved to be out of the spotlight.

His relief grew as he prepared the drinks. The girls' conversation had immediately shifted to topics unrelated to him and remained that way. Soon, he returned to the table with the two Cosmos, each poured exquisitely in a classic martini glass.

Matt sat the tray on the table and sat the first glass on the coaster in Alexa's plate setting.

"Thank you, it looks great," Alexa said as Matt picked up the second glass and set it on Britney's coaster.

"Yes, thank you honey."

"My pleasure," Matt said, shifting his gaze to Britney.

He froze.

The necklace! Britney was wearing the necklace. Thankfully, the key hung low enough and was tucked into Britney's top. But it was there. They had not discussed this. Britney had not mentioned it.

"Yes?" Britney asked as Matt continued to stare. She knew what he was looking at, and he knew she knew. She was enjoying this.

Matt felt his pulse quicken and a tingle ran from his bellybutton down to the base of his cage.

"Oh, no. Just let me know if you want another. I'll start on the appetizer."

Matt skuttled off again.

"You are certainly lucky," Alexa said to Britney, and turned around for a moment to look at Matt returning to the kitchen. "I don't think I could convince Steve in a million years to be as helpful and attentive as Matt." She turned back to Britney.

"Well, it's not all about convincing," Britney said, and looked over Alexa's shoulder at Matt.

That comment, and Britney's tone, set off alarm bells for Matt. He looked back at her and their eyes met.

"It's more about," she paused, "motivation." As she said that, she lifted her right hand the nape of her neck and slowly ran her index finger down the left side of the necklace. Matt looked on in horror.

"I don't know, Steve is only motivated by what's good for Steve," Alexa said.

Britney looked back at Alexa and continued toying with her necklace, now running it between her thumb and index finger.

"Motivation is complex," Britney said. "It can come from rewards, of course, but punishments, too."

Alexa perked up at that. "Oooh, is that how you've got Matt behaving so well?" she asked, and turned back again to look at him. Matt immediately averted his gaze and began fumbling with the garnish for the appetizer.

"Oh yes," Britney said as Alexa turned back to her. "For example, see this necklace?"

Matt's eyes darted back to Britney.

"This is a great example."

Britney dipped her hand inside her top and then took out the necklace. Matt squinted but couldn't spot the key. Britney seemed to be concealing it inside her hand as she grasped the necklace with her fingertips.

"How so?" Alexa asked.

"It is," Britney replied. "Every time he misbehaves, I add one point to a tally. When it reaches 10, he gives me his credit card."

Alexa smiled but seemed a little disappointed.

"I'm glad that works for you," she said. "But Steve is a lot more hard-headed. A lot more, well, manly." Matt's stomach churned. "He wouldn't accept any arrangement like that."

"Well honey, you can always borrow Matt if you need some help around the house." They both giggled.

"Thanks, Britney. I may just take you up on that one day."

Matt relaxed slightly, as the topic seemed to be resolving itself.

"But it is a beautiful necklace. May I see it?"

Matt felt a thousand daggers in his stomach again and the bars of his cage pushing into the head of his straining cock. His mouth dropped open as he stared past the back of Alexa's head and right at Britney. She glanced at Matt, and looked him right in the eyes.

"Of course," she said, still looking at Matt.

Britney raised her arms behind the back of her neck and took off the necklace. Matt couldn't bear to watch. He stepped into the bathroom, but kept the door ajar. This was it. Alexa would ask about the key. What would Britney say? As he stood there, worrying profusely with his ear to the crack in the door, he realized he was touching himself.

He heard Alexa's muffled voice. "Oh it's lovely. Where'd you get it?"

"Just at that place on Seventh," Britney replied.

Where was it? Where was the question about the key?

"They're still in business? I haven't been there for a few years."

Matt heard some movement: Alexa was handing the necklace back to Britney. He quickly ran the tap, in case either had wondered what he was doing. Then he turned back to the door and opened it. Britney stood an inch outside the door, hands on hips.

"Taking a break?" she asked. It would have sounded like a joke to Alexa, but Matt knew he could detect a sternness in her voice.

"Just washing up," Matt said. Britney leaned over and whispered into his ear. Her warm breath sent a shiver through his entire body.

"You're going to be punished for that." Her words sent another shiver through him. A few beads of precum dribbled into his panties.

Trying not to draw attention to their interaction, Matt quickly stepped around Britney and into the kitchen. He was relieved to see only the back of the Alexa's head. She was engrossed in her phone.

He turned back to Britney and pointed to the nape of his neck. "Where is it?" he mouthed.

Britney shook her head in and mouthed "I don't know." Surely a trick, Matt realized. She must have taken it off, knowing that she would show the necklace to Alexa, just to give him a fright.

Britney leaned in to Matt's ear. "I really don't know where it is."

Matt didn't have time to process that before Britney had straightened up.

"Is that the appetizer?" she said at a normal volume. She pointed at a large serving tray carrying two plates of caprese salad, each with the requisite dainty fork. Alexa returned her phone to her pocket and turned around.

"Uh, yeah," Matt said. He stepped in front of Britney and picked up the tray, with one hand in each of the tray's silver handles. He then turned to face the dining area. However, before he could take a step, he felt Britney's hands grab him from behind--one hand on each hip. She was holding him in place.

"Before you serve it," she said, "introduce the dish to Alexa."

Matt looked uncomfortably at Alexa, as Britney loomed behind him.

"Well, it's just a, err, twist on a caprese salad." As Matt spoke, he felt Britney's hands slide to the small of his back. What was she doing? He shifted his position slightly to ensure his body was obscuring Britney from Alexa's view as much as possible.

"It's not much different from a regular one," he continued. Now, he could feel Britney's fingertips flirting with the top of his pants. "Except, umm, the, ah" he stammered as Britney slid her fingers into his pants. She was tugging on his G-string. "I added fresh nectarine."

Alexa squinted at Matt, confused at his nervous exasperation. "No balsamic, either?" she asked. Just as he did, he felt Britney pull the G-string's waistband up from out of his pants. It snapped onto the ruffles of his shirt in the small of his back, now completely visible!