Girlfriend’s Game Will Be A More Permanent Arrangement (Patreon)

     Max and Emma shared an extraordinary bond, a relationship where passion and trust intertwined seamlessly. Emma, a striking 26-year-old with flowing blonde hair and a statuesque figure, exuded confidence and allure. Her curves were perfectly proportioned, a visual testament to her captivating presence. Max, though more unassuming in appearance, possessed a warmth and kindness that set him apart. His genuine care and unwavering devotion made Emma feel cherished and adored.

     Despite their outward differences, their connection ran deep. Emma's extensive sexual experience and adventurous spirit introduced Max to a world of thrilling possibilities. He was soon about to learn how kinky his girlfriend truly was...

     As Max stepped through the door of their house, his eyes immediately fell on a small, neatly folded note resting on the dining table. It was written in Emma's graceful handwriting—each stroke of the pen seemed to carry a hint of playful anticipation. His heart quickened with curiosity and a sense of thrilling uncertainty as he picked up the note and unfolded it carefully.

     "Dear Slave," it began, "It is time to take things up a notch or two… I hope you are ready to serve your Mistress. Your preparation for tonight starts now. Follow these instructions precisely."

     Max felt a rush of heat through his body, a familiar arousal stirring within him. Emma always knew how to awaken his deepest desires, and tonight promised something exhilarating. He read on, absorbing each command with excitement and anticipation.

     "First, go to the bathroom and ensure you're completely hairless. I want you smooth everywhere. Use the hair removal cream left on the bathroom counter, then wash yourself with the pink lotion labelled 'For Maxie.'"

     A grin spread across Max's face as he imagined Emma's mischievous smile while writing those words. The thought of complying with her every command fueled his arousal further.

     He hurried to the bathroom, following her instructions without hesitation, his mind buzzing with anticipation of what Emma had planned next. The tingling sensation of the hair removal cream, followed by the soft, feminine scent of the lotion, heightened his senses and prepared him for what was to come.

Once out of the shower, he saw another note waiting on the towel.

     "Make sure to send me a pic of your hairless body once you are done. Further instructions will follow afterwards."

     Max's pulse quickened as he eagerly complied, sending Emma a tantalizing photo of his smooth, glistening skin.

Just as he finished, a flirty message from Emma popped up on his phone.

     "Good girl. You look so cute when smooth. Make sure to apply the perfume I left on the dresser generously all over your body. I want to smell you the moment I walk in." Max inhaled deeply as he sprayed the sweet, floral perfume, feeling his arousal surge with each spritz.

     The thought of Emma's reaction to his obedience sent shivers down his spine. "Once done, go into the guest room and you'll find a package on the bed. Open it and follow the instructions." The message ended with a winking face emoji.

     Max hesitated for a moment, imagining the possibilities contained within that package. The anticipation was intoxicating as he followed her instructions, his body thrumming with excitement.

     Heart racing, he entered the guest room, anticipation building with each step. Opening the package revealed a sissy maid outfit—black satin with lace trim, a frilly apron, and a small lock dangling from the back of the neck, along with several smaller packages.

     "Oh, Emma," Max murmured, a rush of submission and desire flooding his senses. He felt the silky fabric between his fingers, imagining how it would feel against his skin as he obeyed her every whim.

     “Wow, she really went all out for tonight. This must have cost a few quid..” he pondered, feeling the precum building up in his pants as he felt the silky outfit.

     Max's breath caught in his throat as he held the outfit. This was real. He was about to submit to Emma's desires in a way he had never imagined.

     Without hesitation, he stripped off his towel and slipped into the maid outfit, noticing a note that read, "Once locked on, send me a picture. Your Mistress is waiting…"

     Max felt himself throb with anticipation as he carefully fastened the lock at the back of the neck of the maid outfit. "Well, this is going to be quite a night," he thought, his excitement building with every moment. He sent Emma a photo of himself in the outfit, the lock glistening in the light as a testament to his obedience.

     This is like nothing we ever did before thought Max. We tried a little makeup and panties, but this was a new level.

     "Good girl, you are making Mistress proud," Emma's replied. "Now put on everything in the second package before sending me another picture. Make sure everything is locked. Chop chop! Mistress doesn’t like to be kept waiting."

     Max's heart raced as he opened the second package, revealing long white stockings with red bows and delicate four-inch heels, each adorned with open locks. His breath caught in his throat as he secured each piece, locking it in place as instructed.

     After sending Emma photos of himself in the stockings and heels, she teased, "Nearly there, sissy. You can open the second last box and put everything on carefully."

     Max eagerly opened the next box, revealing a blonde wig, red lipstick, eyeshadow, and makeup. He hesitated, his excitement tempered by a hint of nervousness at the thought of wearing makeup. But with a deep breath, he applied it all meticulously, securing the wig in place.

He was getting increasingly horny at this game.

     He hesitated briefly before sending Emma a picture of himself fully made up, his heart racing with a mix of arousal and vulnerability. "Good girl!" Emma's response came swiftly. "I think I have found a new screensaver for my phone."

     Max shivered with delight at her words, feeling his arousal peak as he anticipated what would come next. "Okay, open the last package and lock everything on, and I mean everything! Once you send me a picture, I will send you the final instructions."

     Max's hands trembled with excitement as he emptied the final package, revealing ankle cuffs, handcuffs, a collar, a lockable butt plug, and a steel chastity belt. His breath hitched at the sight of the chastity belt, realizing the extent of his submission.

     He proceeded to lock each piece in place—the ankle cuffs restricting his steps, the collar and gag silencing him, the chastity belt ensuring his arousal was strictly controlled. The plug ensured he would be filled until Emma decided otherwise, and finally the handcuffs.

He felt a rush of exhilaration and vulnerability, knowing he was entirely at Emma's mercy.

     Standing before the mirror, fully dressed and locked as Emma had instructed, Max snapped a photo and sent it to her with trembling hands.

"All locked up and waiting for you," he texted, his pulse racing with anticipation.

Minutes crawled by as Max waited, every second heightening his arousal and anticipation.

Finally, a message from Emma appeared on his phone.

     "Mmm, looking good, Maxie," she replied, accompanied by a winking emoji. "But don't forget to have all the chores on the fridge done before I get home, or I might decide to lose all the keys, especially to that chastity belt you're wearing…"

     Max's breath caught in his throat at her unexpected command. The thought of completing chores dressed as he was, and the consequences of failing, sent a thrill through him.

     He made his way downstairs with cautious steps, the cuffs and heels making each movement deliberate and pronounced. The sensation of the butt plug inside him, and the chastity belt keeping his desire in check, only heightened his arousal.

     As he reached the kitchen, Max noticed the list of chores on the fridge, his eyes widening at the final task. "She wouldn't…" he thought, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through him.

He started with the dishes, then mopped the kitchen floor.

     Once done, he took out the hoover and began to hoover the living room. As soon as the hoover was turned on, the electronic blinds for the living room raised fully up. “Crap, she must be listening to me as I go along. Max was bright red in the face as he hoovered the living room, desperate to finish it before someone walked by and saw him dressed as a sissy maid in bondage.

     He felt exposed and exhilarated, the teasing vibrations from the plug and the constriction of the chastity belt keeping him on edge. Max's pulse raced as he hurried to complete the tasks, his arousal building with every passing second. He couldn't help but imagine what Emma had planned for him upon her return.

His phone buzzed with a message from Emma.

     "I'll be home in 15 minutes, sissy. Finish your chores, and the trash better be in the bin before I arrive. Be in position when I get there." Max's breath caught in his throat at her unexpected command. The thought of stepping outside dressed as he was, vulnerable and exposed to the world, sent a shiver of excitement through him.

     As he made his way to the front door, every step heightened his arousal. The idea of potentially being seen by his neighbours, many of whom were their friends, exposing this intimate part of himself to the world, thrilled him in a way he couldn't fully comprehend.

     With a deep breath, Max opened the door and stepped outside, clutching the trash bag tightly. The evening air caressed his skin, and he felt a surge of adrenaline as he walked to the bin, acutely aware of every movement and sound around him. The click of his heels across the concrete, the rattle of the cuffs, it all sounded as large as a concert to max.

     He heard a car beep and a light come on in a nearby house. He was only halfway to the bin which Emma left at the end of the driveway.

     The high heels and ankle cuffs made it impossible to walk fast. He finally reached the bin and lifted the lid before placing the bag inside.

     The click of the bin lid closing behind him felt like a seal on his surrender to Emma's desires. He turned around and walked as fast as could to the front door.

He heard a car beep several times nearby, but he ignored it and kept walking.

     Returning inside, Max felt a rush of exhilaration mingled with relief. He knew Emma would be pleased with his obedience, with his willingness to embrace this side of himself for her.

     He sent her a quick message to let her know the task was complete, feeling a profound sense of fulfilment and excitement for what lay ahead when she returned.

     And as Max waited for Emma to come home, he finally noted her car pull into the driveway. She exited the car but after several minutes she still hadn’t come through the door.

     Finally, the sound of keys jingling at the door signalled Emma's arrival. Max knelt in the living room, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

     "Well, well, well," Emma purred, her voice filled with amusement and desire as she stepped into the room. "Look at you, all dressed up and waiting for me. You've been a very good girl, haven't you?"

Max nodded eagerly, his eyes pleading for her approval as he knelt, bound and gagged, before her.

Emma circled him, her gaze appreciative as she took in every detail of his submission.

She reached for her phone, snapping a photo that captured Max's vulnerable state.

     "I think this might become a more permanent situation," Emma mused playfully, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Unless you want everyone to see these lovely photos I've taken."

     Max's breath caught at the thought, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through him. He knew Emma enjoyed pushing boundaries and exploring new levels of intimacy and submission.

"Yes, Mistress," Max replied earnestly, his voice muffled but filled with devotion.

Emma's smile widened at his response, her touch gentle yet commanding as she knelt before him.

Her fingers traced his cheek, a silent affirmation of their trust and the depths of their shared desires.

     "And by the way," Emma added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "our neighbours Sarah and John saw you taking out the trash and snapped a few photos of you”.

     Max’s eyes opened in terror. He tried to tell her that John worked at the same company, but his words were muffled by the gag.

Emma continued to stroke his cheek, her touch both comforting and electrifying.

     "Don’t worry," she whispered, her voice laced with a teasing tone. "They've agreed not to share them with anyone at your workplace or in the neighbourhood... provided you do a few chores around their house dressed as a sissy maid. John will also be holding on to your chastity keys for a while as part of the deal…"

     Max words of panic were muffled by the gag, but Emma noted the long lines of precum coming down from the bottom of his dress in light of this news.

“I did tell you we would be taking things up a notch or two..” she giggled with a mischievous grin.

     "Now," Emma purred, leaning closer until her lips brushed his earlobe, sending a thrill down his spine. "I would like a glass of wine and a foot rub, sissy. Chop chop, or I might have to ask John to keep those keys for much longer."

     Max's heart pounded in his chest as he nodded eagerly, the urgency in Emma's voice fueling his desire to please her.

     With trembling hands, he hurried to fetch the wine, his thoughts consumed by the intimate tasks that awaited him—and the tantalizing promise of what Emma had in store next.

     As he poured the wine, he felt the plug in his ass begin to vibrate, controlled by Emma’s phone. His cock was throbbing in the chastity cage, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Max had never been so horny in his life...