My First Maid-Ass Experience in Chastity
I’ve always lived the cuckold lifestyle with rituals that defined my marriage. For years, I would lick my hotwife’s ass after her dates. I was never allowed to clean her creampie directly—she kept me locked in chastity, and whatever dribbled toward her asshole was considered mine. That was my ritual, my place, my humiliation.
But one night, things changed.
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Hotwife Rules Change
My wife looked me in the eye and said:
“I’m bored of your sick little mind. Tonight I arranged something for you. Get ready.”
In our world, get ready had a meaning—my chastity cage secured, and my cuckold dress. A short maid-like outfit designed to expose my locked cock and make me feel ridiculous, submissive, and completely hers.
I obeyed. Heart pounding, legs weak, I stepped downstairs.
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The Maid Surprise
What I saw shocked me.
Waiting for me was our middle-aged maid. She had always been quiet, dutiful, almost invisible in the house. But now, she was smiling mischievously, cheeks blushing, eyes twinkling with a shy kind of power.
My wife’s command was clear:
“You can do whatever you want on her ass.”
The maid giggled softly and said, “I am very obedient to my hubby. I won’t even uncover my pussy. What you have access to is my asshole only.”
And that’s when I noticed: she was wearing a pierced panty—her vagina covered, sealed away, forbidden. But her asshole… exposed and waiting.
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My First Taste of Maid Ass
I knelt behind her, trembling. For the first time in my cuckold life, my tongue wasn’t being guided by hotwife’s used holes but by this new, forbidden body.
Her ass was soft, warm, slightly sweaty from a day’s work. My tongue slipped across her cheeks, circling the tight pucker peeking through the panty. The scent was raw, musky, so real.
When my tongue pressed in, she gasped.
“Be gentle… I’m shy, but I like when you serve.”
That was all I needed. I buried my face deeper, licking and teasing, my chastity cage aching and pulsing under the humiliating maid dress. Every swirl of my tongue, every twitch of her hole, sent me into deeper submission.
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The Obedient Maid Fantasy
She never uncovered her pussy. She never gave me more than what my wife allowed. Just her asshole—tight, secret, delicious.
And I devoured it.
This first time was clumsy, desperate, messy. But it was also liberating. For the first time, my ritual expanded beyond hotwife. Now, my service included another woman—our maid—who was just as strict in her limits as my wife was.
That night, I didn’t cum. I wasn’t allowed. My cage stayed locked. But my tongue worked for hours, worshipping the only access I was granted: her ass.
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Final Thoughts
Living as a cuckold in chastity means accepting rituals, humiliation, and surprises. That night with the maid was a new chapter. I didn’t own her, I didn’t fuck her—I simply served her asshole like the worthless cuck I am.
And the best part?
My wife watched, amused, sipping her wine, knowing I was exactly where I belonged.
