New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events.
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"Sir, I have to talk to you," said Amanda in a rather authoritative voice.
"Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" I replied, figuring that she needed my advice on something having to do with housekeeping. I was in for a surprise...
I noticed that she was in no way shy with me and that she had gained self-confidence and power in her relationship with me, who, up to then, had been her boss in the house. The only explanation I could get for that change in stance was her complicity with Abida, who had confided to me that she was in touch with our maid through email.
"Sir, as Madam has told you, Madam and I have been exchanging emails these last days about you," she said assertively. "Madam has told me about your chastity cage. She is concerned about your behavior, specifically about your breach of your commitment not to use the second key to unlock your cage during her absence. As you well know, you have done so at least once, that I know of."
My immediate reaction was a stinging rebuke. "My dear Amanda, I believe that you're forgetting who is in charge here, who is your boss and employer." I answered firmly. "I won't stand such an attitude, and I will not hesitate to ask your resignation as our maid if it ever happens again."
"Well, Sir," she retorted, "I can understand your reaction. I can realize how sudden and unexpected this is for you. When she asked me to talk to you, Madam had warned me about your likely reaction. However, I would advise you to think about the situation and try to consider all aspects. We might talk about it again tomorrow or in the next few days if you don't mind."
I knew that Amanda was an intelligent woman but I had not expected her to come up with such a wise answer. I was unable to dismiss it. We agreed to discuss the matter like two reasonable adults before the end of the week.
Despite my busy workload as CEO, I found time at home in the evening to make a detailed review of the situation as it had built up until now, especially my own situation. It was obvious that I had let myself descend into a more and more deviant way of life since the time I had proposed my ex-wife to take a lover who could give her the complete sexual satisfaction that I felt she was entitled to.
Not only did Beth - I should say Abida - find the perfect real man who gave her sexual fulfillment and complete happiness as a human being but she was experiencing a state of religious and spiritual nourishment that was becoming more and more intense as the days went by.
Abida's behavior was also rather paradoxical: on one hand, she had found the Master who could nurture her inner submissive nature and make it bloom; on the other hand, He made her become the catalyst of my own inclination to submission. This was obviously also another reason why Abida and I had to find a way to attain sexual happiness each in our own way. Hence, naturally, the whole relationship had developed to become what I could qualify as an unconventional Master-Mistress-sub triad. They were the interracial Alpha couple and I was their white subordinate.
So much that now, our maid Amanda was becoming my superior. At this point, I definitely had to make a serious and comprehensive evaluation. Did I want to pursue that strange journey without knowing where it would lead me? What changes in my life would that involve if I answered yes to that question? I was at a point where I had to lucidly distinguish between fantasies and plain reality. So I decided to take a few days to think the situation over and write down the pros and cons.
Sometimes, my kinky thoughts about my submission to Faisal and His new wife were frightening me. But they were also providing me with great thrills and excitement. As a matter of fact, I had to decide whether I wanted to make those thoughts reality by a radical change of lifestyle. The lifestyle of a complete servant to a dominating couple. It was not any more a matter of ensuring happiness for my former Beth as she was obviously in a state of bliss. I was confronted to my only self.
Three days after my short but decisive conversation with our maid, I rather humbly went to her in the kitchen. She was sitting alone at the small side table having her tea. She always had a natural demure, condescending attitude despite her lower standing as a maid. Now she was plainly showing a superior attitude towards me.
"Amanda, we agreed that we would talk again." I began with. "First, I want to apologize for my rude reaction the other day. It was not appropriate. I am here to hear what Madam wanted you to tell me."
Amanda had not been looking at me yet. Hearing what I said, she turned with a motherly smile on her face. Her first words were surprising: "wayne, I am happy that you are in a better frame of mind. I was almost sure that you would be reasonable."
"Yes Amanda, I took time to reflect on the situation," I replied.
"Very well. I was telling you that Madam was concerned about your forbidden use of the chastity cage spare key. Madam wants me to be the keeper of that key until she returns from her honeymoon two weeks from now and takes back complete control on it. Please go fetch the key right now!" she said in a voice that would not admit any repel.
"Yes Amanda," I replied, before turning back and going to get the key.
When I returned with the key, Amanda was still sitting at the table. She gently extended her hand to take it and said: "Thank you wayne, you're a good boy. I am happy that you made the right decision. And Madam will be happy also for sure. You can go about your business now. If Madam has other demands, I will let you know."
"Yes Amanda, thank you." I humbly replied.
I returned to my room overwhelmed by my own acceptance of that new step in my descent into submission. I was now submitting not only to Master Faisal and His new wife but to my former inferior, our maid Amanda, a Black woman. I was immersed in a flood of lust. I now knew that it was what my inner self really wanted, to submit totally. At that moment, I knew that it was the definite turning point in my life.
The only cruel aspect of it was that I was now unable to unlock my chastity cage and seek the relief that I craved for in this almost unbearable tsunami of horniness. An idea crossed my mind that I wanted to act upon right away. But first, to give it life, I had to know Amanda's email address. Right away, I went to look for her. I found her in the backyard, swimming in the pool. I was flabbergasted, as never before our maid would have dared to do such a thing.
