Lost bet

"Your forfeit will be as follows: You will dress as a French-Maid following which, you will serve the two of us, and however we deign to be correct. You will obey our every whim, to the letter. If you should fail to please us in any way, you will be disciplined. Whatever punishment you are to be given shall be agreed by us both. Do you understand?"

Phil looked shell-shocked and though still bound to the chair, began to protest. Lisa slapped his face hard, leaving her palm print on his cheek.

"Do you understand?" She repeated for me.

"Yes, okay. Whatever you say!" replied my husband, the beginnings of humility in his voice.

We untied him and made him put on the sexy silk hold-up stockings that we'd selected. We told him to make sure the line was straight up the middle of each leg. Phil found this a real challenge, having to bend and turn around at the same time. We each inspected one leg, pulling the Cuban heel into place.

"Very good for a first time" said Lisa aloud. "Now Helen, shall we help him… I mean 'her' into the corset you found?"

I found myself pulling the straps in tightly, pulling in Phil's waist by a good 12". The effect was stunning, pushing his flab up over the top of the corset into the little half-cups at the front. It made him look like he had real tits, small but pert with his nipples erect from all the extra blood flow. It made it difficult for him/her to bend so; I slipped a pair of black lacy tanga style panties over his rather excited manhood.

"We can't have you sticking out like this," I exclaimed, "open your legs a minute while I stick this under your balls and fix your panties to hold it in place."

Immediately Phil responded to my orders and, I tucked his dick between his legs quickly pulling the panties into place. Lisa was already standing beside our luckless slave 'girl' and ordered her into the sexy little French-maid's outfit that I had once worn for him, hoping to add some spice to our sex lives.