"I'll take some more tea please, Alice."

"Yes, ma'am." I shuffle awkwardly over to the table and, bending my knees, manage, with some difficulty, to pick up the silver teapot. I move across towards Margot, sitting primly in her floral frock, holding out her teacup to be filled, a broad smile on her face.

My progress across the room is slow and awkward, partly due to the restrictions of the twelve inches of chain between the steel cuffs around my ankles, but also because of the strictures of the ballet boots on my feet, the nine inch heels forcing me up onto my toes, which press painfully against the end of the boot, with its one inch square ‘sole’ the only point of contact with the floor. I wince with every tiny step, but I continue, fearful of the consequences if I stop or stumble. Margot has proved herself to be both enthusiastic and adept at delivering punishments for my perceived failures.

My face is flushed in humiliation as I make my way past the assembled coffee morning ladies, their eager faces turned to watch me, their eyes devouring my dramatically presented form. Above the ballet boots, my legs are encased in fishnet stockings which only reach to mid-thigh, where long suspenders attach to the garter belt around my waist. The black suspenders contrast with my white thighs, and serve to frame my bare buttocks and naked pubis, so recently denuded by Margot as she was preparing me for this ordeal.

My rump and hairless crotch are exposed because the black latex maid’s uniform I am wearing, while skin-tight around the rest of my body, has a stiff skirt which flares out from my waist, offering no concealment below. The dress also leaves my breasts bare, while the six inches of chain connecting the steel bands just above my elbows, securely locked behind my back, ensures that I am forced to thrust out my chest lewdly for their amusement.

My degrading costume is completed by the silver tray, fastened around my waist, held out horizontally in front of me by thin chains to clamps gripping tightly and pulling on my nipples, stretching my ample breasts out and down slightly. The tray is laden with cakes and other small delicacies for me to distribute to the ladies of the group. The group of which, until now, I have been a full member, but am now reduced to serving, as their fetish slave.

I bend awkwardly and struggle to pour the tea with the pot half behind my back, then stand, waiting, as Margot selects from the sweetmeats on display in front of her.

"Thank you, Alice. You're doing an excellent job." This is met by a general murmur of agreement and approval, followed by several requests for my presence to provide comestibles. I make my way slowly, painfully, around the room.

"I must congratulate you, Margot, on obtaining the services of such a unique maid. Tell me, was it difficult to persuade her to perform this duty for us? I had never suspected that Alice might be interested in such a role." I am standing in front of the speaker, a woman with whom I have played tennis on many occasions. I note that she talks about me, not to me, and I know that she no longer sees me as her equal, her friend, but as someone below her social rank, a thing of curiosity. I blush hotly at this fresh humiliation.

"Persuasion was not required," Margot replies in a contemptuous tone, "and her interests are of no concern to me. I have chosen her to serve me, and that is what she will do until I decide otherwise."

"And what does Paul think of that?" I look around sharply at the mention of my husband. It is a question to which I am desperate to hear the answer.

"Irrelevant," Margot says dismissively, "we have come to an arrangement, that is all that need be said. Alice, put the tea things back in the kitchen and come back here, I want everyone to see what other tricks you have learned."

"Yes, ma'am." In a daze, I make my way out of the room. My husband knows about this, and has agreed to it? How can that be? How can he allow me to be tortured and humiliated like this?! I can think of no answers, and I dare not allow myself to speculate, the possibilities are too appalling. All I know is that it seems I don't know my husband at all!

I place the teapot on the table and then crouch until the tray before me is resting on the worktop. With difficulty, I manage to twist my arms behind me until I can grasp and unfasten the strap holding the tray in place. Reaching around, I take hold of the chain to the clamp on my left nipple and, unable to reach the clamp itself, pull until it releases, biting my lip against the pain as the metal jaws flight to maintain their vice-like grip on me. Breathing hard to cope with the torment, I wait until the awful sensations subside, then steel myself to repeat the traumatic experience with the other clamp.

"Ah, there you are, Alice. I want you to demonstrate that trick I taught you yesterday. Lydia, I think you might enjoy this. Stand-up please, and hoist your skirt up around your waist." The young girl picked out as guinea pig blushes red and looks for confirmation to her mother, who is sitting alongside her, nodding encouragingly, an excited smile on her face. Her daughter, temporarily home from college, has been the subject of much discussion in the group, having recently come out as a lesbian. Everyone looks up in excited anticipation as she rises to her feet and hitches up her denim skirt, revealing the bright red thong she is wearing beneath.

With some difficulty, I sink to my knees before her. I lean forward and take the waistband of the flimsy garment between my teeth. Biting down hard, I lower my head, pulling the  thong down across the smooth skin of her thighs until it is below her knees. Anticipating what is to come, she moves her feet as far apart as she can, spreading her thighs invitingly.

I look up to see that her face is flushed once more, but this time with excitement, a slight smile playing on her lips as her eyes shine in anticipation. As I move in, my nose brushing against the neatly trimmed strip of hair across her mound, I smell the rich aroma of her arousal. Tentatively, I stick out my tongue and touch the soft, warm flesh of her labia, causing her to draw her breath in sharply.

"Don't tease, Alice! Give the girl what she wants!" Margot’s words fill me with shame but, knowing that if they are not heeded they will be reinforced using the cane she always keeps close at hand, I force my tongue in deeper, parting her lips and tasting her juices as they begin to lubricate her vagina. Thrusting my distaste and self-loathing to the furthest reaches of my mind, I explore her wet slit urgently and vigorously, locating her clitoris and sucking on it hungrily.

"Oh my God, that is so good!" she moans, her hands resting on my head, fingers twisting in my hair, and then pulling me forward, burying my face deeper into her groin. I lap at her, stretching my tongue to delve deep inside her, rewarded for my efforts by her loud moans and desperate entreaties to even greater efforts. She steps forward, putting her legs over my shoulders and clamping her thighs around my face, making me arch my back and pushing my head back until I am staring upwards into her face, its pleasant innocent expression of earlier disfigured by her desperate hunger for orgasm.

I drive her on, almost as desperate for her climax as she is, needing to finish her off so that I can breathe freely once more. At the point of orgasm, her thighs clamp tightly against my cheeks, her fingernails dig into my scalp, and she screams in total abandon, not caring that this is happening in front of her mother and her friends.

But I am acutely aware of my surroundings and the audience watching this display. As Lydia falls back into her chair, her skirt now covering her wet thighs, I am left kneeling in front of my erstwhile friends, my face glistening with cum.

"That was very good, Alice, you have learned your lesson well." Margot strokes my hair, as if petting a trained animal and, as if to reinforce the point, she fastens a collar around my neck and attaches a leash, which she uses to pull me to my feet. She then forces the red silicone ball she is holding into my mouth, pushing it in behind my teeth before buckling the straps of the head harness tightly in place.

"I just need to put her down in her cage for her afternoon nap now. When I get back, we should probably discuss the forthcoming church fete. See you shortly!" I walk docilely behind her, my head bowed, knowing all eyes are on me, judging me, as she leads me out of the room and into the basement.

Safely locked away in my cage once more. When will this nightmare end? How will it end?

Maybe it will never end…