Day 1 – Friday
My neighbor Kathleen called me up one Friday evening and asked me if I could come over to her apartment and help her with something. She lives in the apartment next to mine, so I went over there. She was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a girlfriend. They were finishing up a bottle of wine and opening up another one. Kathleen invited me to grab a glass and sit down with them. We sat around the table talking and drinking wine. We drank that bottle and then another one. I was definitely feeling no pain.
Kathleen spun one of the bottles on the table. It stopped and pointed at her friend, Mary Ann. Mary Ann stood up and walked over to give Kathleen a kiss. I almost fell on the floor. It was so hot watching them kiss. Mary Ann spun the bottle next, and it pointed at me. She came over and sat on my lap and gave me a nice lingering kiss, but nothing like the tongue lashing she had given Kathleen.
I was pretty hard by this time, and I suspect it was pretty obvious. I spun the bottle next, and it pointed at Kathleen. She pulled me over to her and had me sit on her lap. She put her hand on my crotch and discovered my hard on. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and leaned me back so that I was off balance and she supported me with her arm. The whole time, she was playing with my hard on.
Let me describe the two girls to you. Kathleen is originally from Texas. She’s over six feet tall in her stocking feet with long wavy red hair and bright green eyes. Her skin is pale and smooth like a porcelain doll. She has the body of a 50′s pinup. Not too thin and not too fat. Just right. She is a natural 10 if I ever saw one. Her friend Mary Ann is from a small town in the Deep South and has a thick Southern accent. She is at least 5′ 10, blond and beautiful.
I’m not much to look at. 5′ 7″, 130 lbs. The only physical attribute that I have going for me is that I am rather large where it counts for guys.
Kathleen sat me back up and said, “We called you over to see if you could do us a little favor. Mary Ann is getting married in three months, and I need some help. You stand up and let Mary Ann stand back to back with you.”
I stood up and Mary Ann stood with her back to mine. Kathleen had me stand on my toes. She looked at us and took out a measuring tape. She
took all sorts of measurements. “I think you’ll be perfect” she said. “Will you help us?” My inhibitions could not have been any lower if I
had been under anesthesia.
“Of course I’ll help,” I said without thinking.
Both girls laughed and jumped up and down. They smothered me with hugs and kisses. Kathleen took me by the hand and pulled me into one of the bedrooms. It had been turned into a sewing room. “I need you to be my dress dummy while I finish making Mary Ann’s wedding dress. She’s going out of town for the next few weeks, so I need somebody to wear it while I work on the hemline and put the finishing touches on it.”
“Wait a minute, I had no idea you wanted me to wear a dress. There’s no way I’m going to do that,” I said.
“Are you going back on your word? You already said you’d help us. What kind of man are you?” scolded Kathleen. Her eyes were giving me a warning.
I looked at Mary Ann and she looked sad. Mary Ann pleaded with me, “Please help us. It will mean so much to me. It will only take a little bit of time out of your day. I’ll even pay you for your help. How does $25 an hour sound?”
Kathleen said, “It will take a couple of hours a day, but it will need to be every day for the next few weeks.”
I asked, “Why can’t you just use a regular dress dummy?”
“The dress won’t hang right on a dummy, and if you wear it, I will be able to see how the dress looks when you move in it. It really makes a huge difference to have a person be the dress dummy.”
I knew I was beaten, “What do I need to do? I don’t want you to get any funny ideas about me if I agree to help you out.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything,” Kathleen said. She had a look like the cat that ate the canary.
Mary Ann told us she was going to head home so that we could get started right away. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much for your help. You have no idea how much it means to me.” She hugged Kathleen and then left.
Kathleen took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. “I need you to take off all of your clothes.”
I was quite embarrassed. “Why do I need to do that?”
“You need to be clean and hairless before you can put on the dress. You don’t want to get dirt and hair all inside of her dress do you?”
I stood there meekly while Kathleen stripped me and then took some hair remover and spread it all over my body from my beard line all the way down to my toes. I was embarrassed when she reached my manhood, which was fully erect.
“That’s quite a big tool you’ve got there. We’ll have to do something about that later.” She had me stand for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she turned on the shower and let me wash all the foul smelling chemical and hair down the drain. I used her body wash and shampoo so that I smelled very feminine when I got out of the shower. Next I was dried me with a pink fluffy towel. She applied moisturizer followed by some nice smelling powder.
“I have one more thing I need to do. You’re not going to like it, but it is an important step to help me reduce your waist. I need to give you an enema.” I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was.
“Why do you need to do that?”
“We need to reduce your waist, and that will allow me to lace you a bit tighter. Don’t worry about it; you’ll feel much better when it is
Before I could argue any more, she bent me over and stuck a nozzle in my rear and emptied a warm soapy mixture into my backside. It wasn’t long before I felt a cramp and sat down to empty my bowels. I cleaned up and then we repeated the process. I did feel a bit better once she was done. She took me by the hand again and led me into the sewing room. She had me stand in front of a bar that was suspended from the ceiling. Hanging from the bar were two white leather cuffs.
“This is a lacing bar. I will use it to lace you into the corset. The cuffs will help you hold onto the bar.”
“You didn’t say anything about a corset,” I complained. I had my hands in front of me so that she would not see my hard on.
“How else are you going to fit into the dress? Mary Ann is going to lace down to twenty-two inches for her wedding. You’ll need to do the same. Don’t worry; we’ll get there soon. I don’t need you to be down to that size for a week. Your waist is only 28 inches. I can easily take 4 inches off your waist tonight. We’ll take at least a ½ to ¼ of an inch off your waist each day over the next week. You’ll barely notice.”
Before I could protest, the cuffs were on my wrists and tightened. She pulled on the rope attached to the bar and easily lifted me so that I was stretched and was forced to stand on my toes. The cuffs were tight. I realized that I was really at her mercy. She couldn’t help notice my raging hard on.
“Your protests sound genuine, but your body is giving you away. I think you like what we are doing.” I hung my head ashamed and didn’t say a word. “Don’t worry; it is really turning me on too. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
She took a tube-shaped garment and worked it up my body. It was made of spandex and clung tightly to my body. “This is a corset shield. It will protect the corset from your body oils, and it will protect your body from being chafed by the corset.”
The next thing was the corset. It was white with lace at the top and bottom edges and had five wide garters hanging down for each leg. It went from the bottom of my chest to my hips. It had a front busk closure and laced up the back. Kathleen had loosened the laces and wrapped it around me. She closed the busk around my front and adjusted the corset on my body. “OK, here we go.” I felt her start at the top and tighten the laces toward the middle. Then I felt her start at the bottom and tighten the laces to the middle again. This process was repeated several times.
Slowly the corset began to modify my shape. I maintained my erection during the lacing process because she kept rubbing her body against mine and breathing in my ears and on my neck. Eventually it really started feeling tight. “I have tightened it almost as much as I’d like to tonight. We need to let the corset rest and form to your body. I’m going to tie it off and wait about twenty minutes before I continue.” She started to walk out of the room.
“Hey, can you at least let me down? My arms, shoulders and calves are starting to cramp,” I complained.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. If you want, I can give you a pair of shoes to wear. You’ll need to get used to them anyway since you’ll be wearing them with the dress.” Without waiting for an answer she left and came back with a box and a plastic package. “I’ll have to put some stockings on you first.” She picked my left foot up and carefully pulled a stocking up my leg. She pulled and smoothed it until it was just right. When it was, she attached it to the five garters hanging down from the corset.
The feeling of the stocking was out of this world. She spent more time than necessary fussing over them. This was driving me crazy, but I was trying not to show it. Unfortunately my penis had turned purple. She put the stocking on my left leg next. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love the feeling of sheer stockings on my freshly shaved legs. Don’t they feel divine?” All I could do was nod my head.
She took my left foot and fit it into a shoe. “Your feet are about the same size as mine, so these should fit you OK. They are my only pair of five-inch heels. At my height, I don’t get a chance to wear them too much otherwise I tower over almost everyone.” I looked down and saw a pair of black patent leather pumps.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, so don’t go anywhere.” I told her I’d just hang around until she got back. That elicited a slight laugh from her. Eventually, she returned and stood in front of me. Even with the heels on, she was still several inches taller than I. She kissed me and pulled me close. She ran her hands up and down my corseted body and then my stocking clad legs. She went behind me and started biting and licking my neck and shoulders. She quickly had my blood pressure as well as my erection back into a critical state.
“Time to tighten your corset a bit more.” She untied it and began tightening it again. When she was done, she tied it off. The lacing and compression was a real turn on for me and she knew it.
“Let’s put your panties on you.” She showed me a tiny pair of white silk panties. “Oh these won’t ever fit with that monster sticking out in front of you. I hope you don’t mind if I do something about that. We can’t have you causing a big tent in the front of the dress.” Before I could ask her what she meant, she reached around from behind me and grasped my penis in her hand. She was wearing satin gloves. The feeling was out of this world. She licked and bit my neck and ears while she jerked me off.
It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load. She caught it with a wad of tissues. While I was recovering, she had me lift one foot and then the next. She pulled something metallic up my legs. I felt her put a belt around my waist. She came around front and took my penis and forced it into a tube. Next she pulled up a plate from between my legs and attached the tube to it. She pushed the plate into the belt that was around my waist. I heard a click. “This will keep that monster in check.”
“What is that?” I asked her.
“It’s a chastity belt. It will give you a smooth profile so that the dress will look nice on you. As you can probably feel, it keeps you tucked back between your legs. You’ll need to sit down when you go to the bathroom. Try to relax for the next step. It has a rear shield to protect you from any unwanted attention.” I felt something cold and slippery pushing against my rectum.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I shouted as she pushed the intruder home. I heard another click from behind me.
“This belt belongs to Mary Ann. She bought it for an old boyfriend who had cheated on her. She left me the key to the rear shield, but forgot to leave the key to the front of the belt. I’ll give you an enema every day so you won’t have to worry about having to defecate with the plug.” I felt her attach two cuffs to the tops of my thighs about eight inches above my knees. I could feel chains on my thighs that attached the cuffs to the belt.
“Oh by the way, this belt comes with thigh cuffs. I don’t have keys to them either, just to the cable that goes between them. With the cable in place, you won’t be able to wear pants. She said she will bring the other keys when she gets back in a few weeks.”
“What the hell are you doing to me? Why are you chaining me up like this? I didn’t agree to any of this!!! I demand that you let me out of this right now! I’m done with this!”
Kathleen came around front and looked me eye to eye. “You’re done when I say you’re done. You had better apologize for talking to me like that.” I refused and she went out of my sight into a closet. “You’ll find that I am rather fond of corporal punishment.” She pinched my nipple causing me to let out a cry of pain. When I opened my mouth, she stuffed a ball in it. I soon had a ball gag tightened around my head.
“Have you ever felt a riding crop or a cane?” I shook my head no. “You are in for a real learning experience then.” I heard a swish and then felt a searing pain on my backside. It was quickly followed by four more. The pain was intense. “That was a riding crop. I enjoy riding horses, so I’m pretty good with it.” I heard another swish and felt a pain so intense I thought I was going to pass out. It was followed in short order by four more. “That was a cane. You’ll find that the cane causes a bit more discomfort than the crop. My former lovers tell me they prefer the crop to the cane.”
I had tears pouring down my face and hung from the lacing bar while I was trying to catch my breath.
She put her hands on my face and wiped away the tears. She then put them on my battered butt. They felt cool but hurt a little. She kissed my face and hugged me. “Just live up to your part of the deal, do what I say and we won’t have to do that again, although I do get a kick out of it. For the next few weeks, you’ll need to do exactly as I say so that we can get the dress finished on time. If you behave, I think we will enjoy our time together. I’m going to remove your gag, and I expect you to be quiet. Are you going to be good?”
I nodded my head yes, and she removed the ball gag. I moved my jaw to relax the muscles.
“I’m going to let the lacing bar down, so you’ll need to stand on your own.” She slowly lowered the bar. I found it difficult to stand in the heels at first, but I eventually got my balance. My legs, arms, shoulders and butt were all very sore. She had me walk around the room a bit to get the blood flowing again.
“You need a lot more practice walking in those heels.” She gave me some tips and I was able to walk a bit better, but she said I still needed a lot more practice. I wasn’t sure why I needed the practice, but decided this wasn’t the time to argue with her since the cane and crop were still close at hand.
“OK, let’s get you dressed so we can see how well this is going to work.” She pulled out a big pile of white ruffles. “This is a petticoat. You’ll wear this under the dress to make it look full.”
She had me step into the middle of it and then pulled it up and tied it at my waist. It made a lot of noise and I could feel myself trying to get hard inside the chastity belt’s tube.
“Next is the dress. For now, we’ll just put it on without trying to fasten the back. We won’t be able to fasten it until you are laced down to 22 inches in a week or two.” She pulled the dress over my head and put my arms through the sleeves. It revealed most of the arms, and had a plunging neckline. If I had cleavage, it would have shown that off.
“Oh, I almost forgot. You’ll need to have some breasts too.” She pulled the dress down in front and off my arms. She held out a bra in front of me. It was made of white satin material and had breast forms in it. In no time at all, she had it hooked up in back. She pulled the dress back up my arms and fastened the top button behind me. She got out her measuring tape and took a bunch of measurements which she compared to Mary Ann’s measurements.
“The five inch heels make you the same height as Mary Ann with her 2″ heels. I think this is going to work out just fine. I’ll need you to step up on this platform so that I can start to do some work.”
She helped me step up onto a platform that was several feet tall and allowed her to sit comfortably while she worked on the dress. “It is a lot easier and cheaper to do this with a machine, but my clients prefer to have their dresses hand stitched and hand beaded. I earn a lot of money making these dresses to those with the most discriminating tastes. In order for you to be laced down to twenty two inches, you are going to have to wear that corset all the time until we are finished. In fact, the chastity belt would be pretty uncomfortable without the corset. I’m going to have you stay with me all weekend, and you’ll practice walking in heels. How does that sound?”
I was trying to think of some excuses because she had taken me by surprise again. “I have a lot of errands to run this weekend, and some stuff I need to do for work as well as shop for groceries and do my laundry. I couldn’t possibly spend the whole weekend with you.”
Without losing a beat she said, “We can take care of that. There’s not much you can’t do while wearing a corset and heels.”
I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. My best bet was to somehow sneak out of her apartment and get to mine where I could get out of the corset and chastity belt. I plotted and planned while she worked on the dress. After an hour she said, “Let’s take a break.” She helped me step down off the platform but told me to stay where I was. My feet were really getting uncomfortable in the heels. When she left the room, I took the liberty to step out of the heels and give myself a rest.
She returned shortly and gave me a stern look of disapproval as she towered over me. “Didn’t I tell you to stay where you were? Did I give you permission to take off your shoes? I can see you are going to need a lot more training. Remind me to give you five with the crop before we go to bed tonight.”
I pleaded with her not to do that, but she warned me that whining and complaining would only result in her doubling or tripling the punishment. I knew I was on a slippery slope. The best I could hope for was that she would let me go back to my apartment alone. “Let’s get your shoes back on you.” She helped me keep my balance while I stepped into them.
“I’ve got just the thing to keep you from being naughty again.” She opened a drawer and pulled out two sets of black straps. She lifted the dress and petticoats so she had access to my shoes. I felt her put something on the shoe and then put a strap around my ankle. She repeated for the other foot. Then I heard two distinct clicks.
“Now your shoes are locked onto your feet. We’ll let you keep them on for a day or two so you can get used to them. OK, back to work.” With that she helped me climb back up onto the platform. She worked for another hour and then said it was time to quit for the night.
“You’ll need to stand still the next time we do this. Since this is your first night, I didn’t want to be too harsh on you, but from now on, if you can’t be still, I’ll have to take some steps to insure that you do not move unless I ask you to move.” She helped me down off the platform and removed the dress and the petticoats.
There was a full length mirror where I could see myself. From the neck down, I really looked like a woman wearing a bra, corset, stockings, high heels, and of course the chastity belt. She came up behind me and put her hands on my waist. “You really look hot. I can’t wait to see what you will look like when you are laced down to twenty inches.”
An alarm bell went off in my head. “Didn’t you say I had to get down to twenty two inches, not twenty?” I asked.
“Well, you may decide that you enjoy tight lacing and want to go even smaller. Some people can achieve a ten inch waist reduction from their natural waist size. You might even be able to get down to nineteen,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Now I was really getting nervous.
“Let’s get you ready for bed,” she said. She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom on the other side of the apartment. We washed up and then she took me into her bedroom and took out a white silk nightgown for me to wear.
“Every bride should wear white on the night of her honeymoon. With that chastity belt in place, I think you might just recover your virginity,” she said with an impish smile.
“Why don’t you let me go over to my apartment and let me get some of my own pajamas? I’ll be a lot more comfortable.”
“Not a chance. I’m not letting you out of my sight when I’m feeling this horny. You have no idea how turned on I am right now. I’ve always wanted to find a man who would let me do the things I’ve done to you tonight. You’re going to make my fantasies come true. I suspect that we’ll fulfill a few of yours along the way.”
She had me put on the nightgown, which came down to about the tops of my stockings.
“You’ll need to use the bathroom before going to bed. Don’t forget to sit down to pee.”
It took me a few minutes to go. Once I did, I could feel the warm liquid partially flowing out the tube and heard it drip into the toilet. She gave me a squirt bottle and showed me how to clean and rinse the urine out the best I could. She also showed me how to dry the belt.
“Aren’t you going to at least let me out of these shoes or corset before we go to bed? I can’t wear them to sleep.”
“No chance. If I remove your corset, we’ll lose all the progress we’ve already made. The shoes you’ll wear for taking them off without asking permission. Weren’t you supposed to remind me of something?” she asked.
Despondently I said, “I’m supposed to remind you to give me five with the crop.”
“Excellent,” she said. “Wait here for a minute.” I stood there while she went and retrieved her riding crop. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “over you go.” She had me lie across her legs. She lifted my nightgown exposing me. Without any warning she gave me five hard swats on my abused butt with the crop. She had me in tears again. Damn that thing hurt and she really knew how to use it. She stood me up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Without saying anything, she pushed me back on her bed and scooted me up toward the headboard. She opened her bedside table and produced two pairs of handcuffs. I was quickly secured so that I was flat on my back with my hands secured over my head.
“Here’s another game I like to play. You’re going to lick my pussy. If I like what you are doing, I’ll moan and groan. If I don’t like what you are doing or if I get tired of it, I’ll swat you with the crop. I think you’ll find that you will be a very inventive lover.”
Without further warning she lifted her bottom and sat on my face. All I could see was that she was wearing black stockings with a garter belt and a black thong. I went to work as best as I could around and through the thong. She helped me a bit by using my hair as reins and steering my head to where she wanted me to lick. She only used the crop a few times, and it was not very hard. She had me lick her to several orgasms. My poor penis was doing its best to overcome the constraints of the chastity tube, but it was to no avail.
Finally she scooted back and collapsed on top of me. She kissed me deeply and worked on my neck, shoulders and ears. It felt so good but was pure torture at the same time since there was no way I could achieve an erection. She drifted off to sleep while lying on top of me. Eventually she rolled off of me, but I could not get comfortable. She woke up a couple of times during the night and we played the same game again and again. She was insatiable. My tongue and jaw were aching. Thankfully she game me some ice water which made me feel a little better.
I asked her if she would free my hands so that I could sleep better. She un-cuffed them from the bed, but then cuffed them behind my back, and attached to the back of the chastity belt. I could only get comfortable lying on my stomach. I did manage to get a little bit of sleep.
Day 2 – Saturday
When Saturday morning finally arrived, she un-cuffed my hands from behind me and cuffed them to the headboard again. She again rode me to orgasm.
“I hope you slept well last night, because we have a full day ahead of us. Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said.
She un-cuffed me and led me into the bathroom. She started the shower and removed my clothes and shoes. She unlocked the rear shield on the chastity belt, and proceeded to give me two enemas. She left the rear shield unlocked so that I could clean it while in the shower. She unlaced my corset and removed the corset liner. I felt my waist expand. The chastity belt was a bit tight on me. She pulled me into the shower and scrubbed me all over. Next she had me scrub her. She teased me and kissed me. I was trying to achieve an erection, but was frustrated by the chastity belt. I could tell the she was a bit
Soon we were both clean. We stepped out of the shower and dried off. She took a tube of KY jelly off of the counter top and applied it to the anal plug attached to the rear shield of the belt. Carefully, she eased it into me and brought the rear shield up and locked it to the belt. She took me by the hand and led me back to the other bedroom.
Without saying a word, she strapped my hands to the lacing bar and I was soon stretched up onto my toes. She placed a clean corset liner on me and left the room. She returned with the corset, shoes and straps. She was able to get the corset around me and under the chastity belt. She began tightening it again. Within a few minutes it was really tight. She took out a tape measure and put it around my waist. Next came the bra with the inserts.
“Twenty-four inches!! Only two more inches to go.” She put a clean pair of stockings on me, and worked them carefully under the chastity belt’s thigh cuffs. She took out a short piece of flexible cable and two locks. She locked the cable so I could only separate my legs by a few inches.
There was a knock at the door and Kathleen left me to go see who it was. I heard Mary Ann’s voice and a man’s voice. He wanted to see the dress, but the girls would not let him. They told him it would be bad luck for him to see it before the wedding day. I was really glad they did not allow him back there. I did not want to go through the humiliation of having another man see me locked into the chastity belt and laced into the corset.
Mary Ann rolled a suitcase into the room while Kathleen talked to the man. Mary Ann came up to me and kissed me and ran her hands over my corseted body and stockings. “That Kathleen is a lucky girl to find a man who would allow her to play dress up. I’m going to have to figure out a way to get my macho fiancé to let me feminize him.” Before I could ask her about the keys to the belt, she was gone.
I heard them say their goodbyes and Kathleen returned to the room. She took the suitcase that Mary Ann had brought and put it on the bed and opened it up. There were quite a few dresses as well as skirts, slips and tops.
“Mary Ann brought over some of her things that she thought would fit you as well as some new high heels. I need for you to dress as a girl today so you can work on moving around in high heels.” She lowered the lacing bar and unbuckled the cuffs. Instead of having me put on the petticoats and dress, she took out a black slip and put it over my head. It covered from my shoulders to about mid thigh. Next was a short black dress. She left for a few minutes and came back with a white apron that she tied around my waist. “You can be my maid and clean up around the house while you practice walking in heels and
moving in the corset.”
“But Kathleen, what about all of the things I need to do in my apartment and outside the apartment. I’d like to get my laundry done as well as do some clean up.”
“You can start by cleaning my kitchen from top to bottom,” she said. “I’ll run next door to your apartment and get your dirty laundry. You can use my machines to do your laundry today.” She left and in a few minutes was back with my dirty laundry.
Kathleen watched me as I moved around. She helped me to learn how to walk in the heels and move in the corset. It took quite a bit more effort than I was accustomed. With her help, the kitchen was soon spotless. We stopped briefly for breakfast. She had me cook her eggs, bacon and toast smothered in jam. Unfortunately, she said that I needed to lose weight, so I could have a piece of dry toast. After breakfast I cleaned up the dishes and worked on the laundry.
“It’s time to get some more work done on the dress,” she said. I walked into the sewing room, and she helped me out of the clothes I had worn this morning. She attached my arms to the lacing bar one more time, and untied the corset. She pulled on the laces some more, and then tied it off. “Twenty-three and a half inches!!! You’ll be down to twenty-two inches before long.” She eased down my arms and then had me stand at the mirror.
We put on the petticoats and dress. Soon I was up on the platform and she was sewing. My mind was wandering and I was trying to figure out how the heck I had gone from being a free man to one wearing a very tightly laced corset, stockings, bra, high heels, petticoats, wedding dress and the chastity belt.
“You are moving around too much. It makes it difficult for me to sew with you moving around. If you can’t be still, I’ll have to make you be still.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t like the sound of it. I tried to concentrate on standing still, but my feet, ankles and legs were starting to ache. I needed to move occasionally to ease their strain. “Ok, that’s it. You’re moving way too much.”
“Please Kathleen, these heels are murder on my feet. I have to shift around to ease the strain.”
She took a length of rope and tied it tightly around my ankles. “This will keep you from moving around, but don’t lose your balance or you will have a long fall.” She put a white leather posture collar on my neck. It had two wrist cuffs attached to it. I was immobile and was pretty helpless.
“Now, don’t lock your knees or you will pass out. If you start to feel faint, let me know and I will let you take a break. That should do for now. Now, you better not move around, or else.” I was as still as I could while the time ticked by.
After what seemed like an eternity she said, “OK, it’s time for a lunch break.” She released my hands from the cuffs, untied my ankles and helped me get the dress and petticoats off. “Put your dress and apron back on so you can make us some lunch.”
I put the dress, slip and apron back on and went out to the kitchen to make lunch while she finished up in the sewing room. I was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. On the one hand, I was receiving a lot of attention from a woman I found incredibly beautiful, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I liked the attention. I had to admit to myself that the feminine clothes, chastity belt and bondage were a bit of a turn on to me. It never
occurred to me that these things could be appealing. After all, I’m not gay. The thought of being with a guy was repulsive to me.
I had started making lunch and was very hungry. She made sure that I only had half a sandwich and some fruit. “You need to lose a little bit of weight.” I was a little perturbed, but after I ate my meal, I was pretty full due to the restriction of the corset. Over lunch we talked about the progress she was making on the dress and how much longer it would be until it was done… still quite a while.
After lunch, I didn’t wait to be asked to clean up the kitchen. I just did it while Kathleen went into the bedroom to lie down for a bit. I was hoping she might fall asleep while I puttered in the kitchen, but I wasn’t so lucky.
“Come in here and lay down with me,” she called. She had removed all her clothing except her bra and panties. “Take off your dress and slip,” she said with a smile. I complied and thought to myself that I had lost another opportunity to try to escape. I stood there in my corset, bra, stockings, heels and the damn chastity belt. I wanted to rip that thing off and have my way with her.
“Be a dear and lie down on your back. I’m feeling a bit horny.”
I climbed onto the bed and lay down. She straddled my face facing toward my feet. She was already very wet. “Use your tongue on me. Ooooh, that feels good.” While I was doing my best to pleasure her, she was running her hands over my legs and corseted body. It felt really good, but extremely frustrating. I wanted to ask her to try to get Mary Ann to send her the keys, but couldn’t. “Seeing you in your lingerie and chastity belt really makes me horny. I would love to see you in nothing but silk and satin and lace forever. No trousers for you. You’re not that kind of girl.” She said in a heavy voice. She was turning herself on even more saying these things and grinding down on my face. She worked herself up to a very intense orgasm. When it hit, she arched her back and then collapsed on top of me. “Oooh, that felt so good. I wish I could have your hard dick in me while you are laced up in your corset. That would be such a rush. I have an idea though.”
She got off of me and went to one of her dresser drawers. She pulled out a realistic looking 8″ dildo. That made me very nervous. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not going to use it on you.” There was a spot on the front of the chastity belt that allowed her to screw the dildo to the front shield.
“Put your dress back on.” I did while she put on a simple summer dress with no panties on underneath. She walked over to me and started slow dancing with me and kissing my mouth, neck and ears. She maneuvered the dildo so that it was between her legs and she was riding it without inserting it.
“If you like what we are doing, we can keep it up after the dress is done.”
I was extremely horny and would have agreed to practically anything she said. “I’d love that” I said. She got a big smile on her face and led me back out to the kitchen.
She had me sit in one of the kitchen chairs. The dildo was making a big tent in my dress. She pulled up the dress and slip and impaled herself on the dildo while straddling me. Her breasts were right in my face, so I did my best to suck on them through her dress. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to screw a man like this. Doing this with a man dressed as my maid is so kinky and hot.”
While she rode me, the butt plug was being driven in and out of me. The combination of her moans and being impaled by the plug was driving me crazy with frustration. I had to get out of the damn chastity belt. It did not take her long to orgasm and collapse on me. “Mmmmm, that was good. We’ll have to try that again later,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“OK, let’s get back to work on the dress.” We went into her sewing room and I took off my dress and slip. She took me by the hand and cuffed me to the lacing bar again. Soon she had me stretched up and was pulling in the corset some more. It was extremely tight and a bit hard to breath. She let me down from the lacing bar and then pulled the petticoats and dress over my head and into position. She helped me up onto the platform. Soon my ankles were tied and I was collared and cuffed.
“Stand up straight and don’t lock your knees.”
While she was working she asked me about myself and my job. I told her all about me and found out more about her background. She told me she was the first born of six kids, and was left in charge to take care of her younger siblings quite frequently. She had always been one to take charge and did not like working for anyone else or being dominated by them.
“I would like to have a relationship with you once the dress is complete, but if we are going to have a relationship, you are going to have to obey me. If you are naughty or disobedient, I will punish you. I will tell you what to wear and what you can and cannot do. I am really starting to like you a lot. Think about it over the next couple of days. I hope you decide you want to continue with me.”
“If we have a relationship,” I asked, “would you let me out of this chastity belt and let me wear my male clothes?”
“The chastity belt belongs to Mary Ann, but I would like to see you in one. If you are well-behaved I will let you out periodically to play, but I like how it gives you a nice smooth front. If you agree to become mine, you will be corseted all the time. You need to be tightly laced, and you belong in silk, satin and lace. It will be a long time before I will allow you to wear trousers, if ever. Even if I do, they will be women’s trousers.”
“I have mixed feelings about all of this. I’m extremely frustrated by the chastity belt. The plug is very uncomfortable. However, I have to admit that wearing the women’s clothes and the bondage is a real turn on. I’m not sure I can make it a couple more weeks with this level of frustration, but I don’t see how you have given me much choice in the matter.”
“Precisely. You agreed to help, so that is what you will be doing for the next few weeks. I’m glad you are enjoying yourself. I think you’ll get used to the plug being there. Dominating you and seeing your frustration really excites me. I won’t apologize for it. It is who I am. If you decide to stay with me, you will have much more of the same.”
“You have given me a lot to think about. What about my work? Are you going to let me go to my apartment and work from there during the week?”
“No, I have decided that I will go over there and bring your work materials back here. You can use the desk in the sewing room. That will let me keep a good eye on you.”
Crap, I thought. I’m never going to get the chance to escape, but I started thinking that maybe I did not want to escape.
“I don’t want you to answer me today; I just want you to be thinking about it. So what are you going to make me for dinner tonight? I think we will need to work on your cleaning and cooking skills in case you decide to stay.”
We had a pleasant conversation while she continued to work. She told me about cooking and sewing. I had a feeling I might soon be working as a seamstress… er I mean tailor soon.
“OK, that’s all for today. Let’s get you down from there.”
She untied my ankles and helped me off the platform so she could remove the collar and cuffs. The wedding dress and petticoats were removed. It felt good to move my muscles. They were really starting to get sore from staying in the same place for so long. She helped me put the slip and dress back on.
We prepared dinner together and enjoyed it with a bottle of wine by candle light. After dinner, I cleaned up while she went into the sewing room. “When you are done cleaning up, come in here and see what Mary Ann brought you to wear. I’d like you to do a fashion show for me.”
When I was done, I went into the room. Kathleen had unpacked the suit case and had opened the box of shoes. There were lots of dresses, blouses, skirts and slips. She had bought me three pairs of high heel pumps, white, red and pink. There was also a pair of knee high boots in red.
“Let’s get you undressed and try some of this stuff on.” I was stripped of the black dress, slip and she unlocked the shoes and removed them. It felt really good to stand flat-footed again. All of the clothes seemed to fit just fine. She had me try on each of the shoes and walk in them.
“I’ve always loved boots, let’s get those on you.” She had me sit down and put the boots on. I had a heck of a time trying to put them on in the corset. It would not let me bend. After struggling for a bit, she took them from me and put them on. They had a zipper up the side which made putting them on a bit easier.
“Put on this short little red silk dress, I want to see how it looks with those boots. I think the colors match perfectly.” I put the dress on and she zipped it up the back for me.
“With that narrow waist and your thin legs, you look really hot in that. Those boots are quite sexy.” I didn’t know what to say… I was heading down the slippery slope with no hope to gain any traction.
She touched my cheeks to see if there was any stubble, which there wasn’t due to the hair removal treatment yesterday. “Let’s put some makeup on you and see how you look. I want you to pay attention to what I am doing because you will be expected to be able to do it by yourself.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I agreed to help you with the dress; I didn’t agree to wear make-up. This isn’t part of the deal.”
She looked at me crossly. “In case you haven’t noticed, you are in no position to make demands. You didn’t agree to wear the chastity belt, high heels, corset or have your body hair removed, but you allowed it to happen. I don’t appreciate your rude tone.”
She grabbed my hands and pulled me over to the lacing bar. I started to resist, but she was stronger than I, and it was hard to fight while wearing the high heeled boots. “You better stop fighting me, if you know what is good for you,” she said in a menacing tone. I knew I had been beaten, again. She attached my wrists to the lacing bar and pulled it up so that only the toes of the boots were touching the floor. “You obviously forgot about the cane and need to be re-introduced to it.”
“Please don’t use the cane on me,” I pleaded, but it was no use.
“Open you mouth.” I did and she filled it with a gag. I was already starting to cry. “You are starting to remember the cane now, aren’t you?” she said with a sneer. She lifted the hem of the short red dress and pinned it up in back which left me exposed from my waist to my knees. She unclipped my stockings from the garter tabs and allowed them to fall down my legs. The only protection I had was the thigh cuffs attached to the chastity belt.
“For being rude, I will give you five. For resisting me, you get ten more.” With no warning she let fly with the barrage. She made sure that each blow landed in a different spot, and she allowed a couple of seconds between each one. I struggled to get away, but it was hopeless. After an eternity, it ended, and I was in severe pain.
She came around front to look at me and wipe my tears away. “Last night I took it easy on you. I just wanted to give you a warning. Tonight you have been punished. You have fifteen long red welts on your back side from your butt down the back of your thighs. The next time I ask you to do something, you better do it gladly, or you will get more of the same. As you have probably noticed, I am very, very good with the cane. Don’t make me punish you again.” With that she walked out of the room.
She left me hanging there for quite a while. My whole body ached. I could hear her taking a shower. Apparently I had made her very mad.
When she finally came back to let me down, she put some soothing cream on the welts first and then lowered me down so that the heels of my boots were touching the floor. She removed the gag. “I’m sorry I was rude. All of this is so new to me. Please have some patience with me and forgive me,” I said.
She smiled and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips. She hugged me, and then gave me another kiss. She made sure I could stand before she released me from the lacing bar. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go to bed.” She helped me undress and take a shower. It felt great to be out of the corset for a bit. I wished I could have removed the chastity belt too.
After a quick shower, she helped dry me and then rubbed moisturizing cream all over me. Then it was back to the lacing bar and I was laced back into the corset with a new liner underneath.
She had me put on a short white silk night gown. She simply wore a black jog bra and panties to bed. We were both exhausted. I fell asleep while she spooned me from behind.
Day 3 – Sunday
I woke up still cradled in her arms. I slipped out of bed and made it to the bathroom. My backside was really sore from the abuse over the past two days. I thought about reaching behind me to loosen the corset, but knew that would probably cost me. I was wondering if I could find the keys to my apartment and sneak over there before she woke up, but I heard her get up and knew I had missed my chance.
She smiled when she saw me sitting down using the bathroom. It was hard to believe how beautiful she was. I could not believe that she would be interested in a guy like me. Of course not many guys would have let her do the things she was doing to me. Had it really only been about 36 hours since this whole thing started?
She gave me my morning enemas and after getting cleaned up, we made some breakfast. After breakfast, she said, “Sunday should be a day of rest. We won’t work on the dress, but I think you should still do some light cleaning around the apartment so that you can improve walking in the heels and moving in a dress. Let’s get you dressed.”
She led me into the sewing room where I was attached to the lacing bar. She tightened the corset some more. It was very tight again. She took out a measuring tape and I was down to 23 ½. “I think you were born to wear a corset. Look how tiny your waist is becoming.” She turned me to face a full-length mirror. I could not believe how tiny my waist looked.
She let me down from the lacing bar. “Let’s find you something to wear.” We looked through the clothing that Mary Ann had brought yesterday. She found a light pink colored silk blouse and a short white skirt. She had me put on the bra with the inserts and a pink silk camisole.
Next she instructed me on how to put on the stockings. It was not easy in the tight corset. I smoothed them up my legs, carefully fed them under the thigh bands and attached them to the corset. I could feel myself trying to get hard in the chastity belt, but the penis tube was too tight. Next on was the silk blouse. It was very soft and caressed my exposed skin. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. I tucked the blouse into it. The skirt barely covered the thigh bands and stocking tops. Next on were the pink pumps.
“Now I want you to wear these shoes all day. I don’t want you to take them off without permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.” I rubbed my bottom remembering yesterday’s lesson.
“Good. We are going to practice putting on your make up first.”
I followed her to her bedroom and sat at her vanity. We spent an hour or two working on putting the make up on and then taking it back off. By the time we were done, I could do a pretty decent job. With my short hair, I did not think that I was a very convincing girl, but she thought I looked pretty good.
We spent another hour with her having me learn to walk like a woman. She taught me how to sit and stand. She also taught me how to squat down to pick up things so that I would not expose my lingerie. The thigh bands were a constant annoyance. They limited the distance of my pace. This actually helped me to walk more gracefully, but it was still an annoyance.
“OK, go get the feather duster from the laundry room. I want you to dust everything in the apartment so that you can practice walking, reaching and moving. I’m going to catch up on some reading while you practice, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
I did as instructed. My feet were starting to get sore after all the time I had been standing in the heels, but I did not complain or remove them. I did not want to have them locked on my feet again! I could feel her eyes on me. I turned around once or twice and saw here watching me. Occasionally, she would give me suggestions on how to move. I was lost in thought and was startled when I felt her come up behind me and grab me around the waist. She kissed my neck and shoulders.
“I can’t stand watching you any more. Get your butt into the bedroom and get undressed.”
I did as instructed. She practically ripped the blouse and skirt off me. She pushed me back on the bed. “Leave your shoes on.” She tore off the shorts, t-shirt, thong and bra she was wearing. She quickly mounted my face and had me use my tongue. She was already very wet. She faced my feet and ran her hands along my body while I went to work pleasing her.
She orgasmed very quickly, then turned around and laid on top of me and kissed me passionately. “You are so hot in your lingerie and heels.” She retrieved the dildo and attached it to the front of the chastity belt. She slammed herself down on it over and over while I watched her. I played with her breasts and kissed her while she fucked herself on top of me. She brought herself to another intense orgasm while I lay there on her bed frustrated.
I was so frustrated that I had tears rolling down my cheeks. “Don’t cry. Imagine how good it will feel to be inside of me. If you are very good, I will let you do that once in a while when I get the key.” After resting a bit, she climbed off of the dildo and had me lick her to another orgasm. She rolled off of me and fell asleep.
I covered her with a blanket and went into the bathroom to clean up. I put the clothes back on and then re-did my make up to the best of my ability. I thought about trying to get back to my apartment, but the thought of being able to make love to this woman and spend time with her was just too appealing. I knew that she would trust me a lot more after this.
I practiced walking and doing the things she had taught me. I was cleaning in the sewing room when I felt her grab me and spin me around. She pinned me against the wall and gave me a big kiss.
“It was so quiet in here. I thought you had snuck out. I’m so glad that you didn’t and that you got yourself properly made up and dressed. Why don’t you make us some lunch? I’ll go over to your apartment and pick up some of your things. Make a list of what you need and where it is, and I’ll get what you need.”
I made a list and then made lunch. She was gone for a long time. When she came back, all she had was my work computer and things I would need for work. “You don’t need the other things on your list. Did you really think I was going to bring you your male clothes?”
“No, but I had to at least ask. This is a big change for me. It would be nice to wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt once and a while.”
“You won’t be wearing any rough clothes like that for a while if I have anything to say about it… and I do,” she said with a smile.
She put my work things in the sewing room while I put lunch on the table. While we ate, she talked about what she wanted to get done on the dress that week. She had a couple of other projects she needed to complete too. After lunch, I cleaned up while she did some things in the sewing room.
After lunch, we watched a couple of movies and cuddled on the couch. She had me get up and get us drinks and snacks a couple of times. I made dinner again under her supervision. During dinner she asked me about my work, and how often I needed to go into the office. After dinner, I cleaned up and she went into the sewing room to plan her work for the next week. She had me look at the plans for some of her other projects and asked my opinion on them.
“You should learn how to use the sewing machine so that you can help me with some of these projects.” She gave me some scrap material and some patterns to follow. While I was practicing, she stopped me and gave me some pointers on how to make things look better. “I think you are a natural at this? Have you ever used a sewing machine before?”
“No, I haven’t. I have done some carpentry, but this is quite different,” I said.
“If you are willing, I think you could be a great help to me. It is getting late and we have to get up and go to work tomorrow.”
We went into the bathroom and removed our makeup. I took off the outer clothes I had been wearing. “Take off your pumps and stockings too,” she said. “I have a very sexy nighty that I want you to wear.”
I found myself wearing a long white silk night gown with generous amounts of lace at the neckline and wrists. She wore a short black silk night gown. When we got into bed, she rubbed my body through the silk nightgown. It felt so good. She rolled my on my stomach and gave me a nice back rub while she nibbled on my neck and shoulders. It was so awfully frustrating, but felt so good at the same time.
She rolled me on my back and attached the dildo. She mounted it and slowly rode me while she kissed me and continued her wonderful assault on my neck and shoulders. It was a nice, slow and gentle. She pulled off her nightgown so that I could suck on her nipples and caress her breasts. She rode me for a long time before she finally reached her climax. When she did, she kissed me one more time and went to sleep on top of me with the dildo still inside her.
Day 3 – Monday
I woke up to the sound of her alarm. “Let’s go take a shower, and we’ll wash each other,” she suggested. First she gave me my two enemas. After that, we removed our night gowns and the corset was unlaced. My waist felt like it was trying to expand. We took a nice hot shower. I scrubbed her beautiful body. She scrubbed me and then helped me clean under the chastity belt and the penis tube as much as possible. We dried each other off and then I was quickly hustled back to the sewing room and the lacing bar.
She handed me the corset liner to put on. I pulled it up my body. She showed me how to put it on and that the seam should be in the back. She handed me the corset, and I wrapped it around my waist and fastened the front busk. As usual, I was stretched up on my toes and hanging from the bar. She went to work tightening the corset. Soon my waist was being compressed. I was really starting to like the feeling of the compression around my waist and chest.
“I’m gong to let you rest like that for a few minutes while I get dressed.” My toes and feet were starting to ache from being stretched like that. After about five minutes she came back. “I’ll bet you would love to wear your high heels, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I would,” I answered.
She smoothed some stockings up my legs, under the thigh bands and attached them to the garters. She ran her hands up and down them teasingly. “I love how you look so helpless in your corset, garters and stockings. You are making me horny again. I will remember this tonight how you teased me. I think I’ll put you across my knees and give you a little bare handed spanking.”
She helped me step into the blue five-inch pumps which greatly eased my strain. I was left there while she got herself ready. After a half hour or so, she returned and tightened the corset some more. It was extremely tight. She took the tape measure and measured my waist. “Twenty-three inches. This corset only has about an inch and a bit more before it is closed all the way. I guess you’ll have to move into a tighter one at that point.”
She came around the front and was a bit taller than I even though I was stretched. She put her hands on my narrow waist and gave me a kiss. “I think we can have you down to about a twenty inch waist by the time of the wedding. You’ll have the tiniest waist of anyone there. What do you think about that?”
“I think I’ll get a lot of looks,” I said.
“All the women will be giving you catty looks, and all the men will want to get into your panties.”
“What do you mean panties?”
“I told you that you won’t be wearing any rough boy clothes for a long time, and you are definitely going to the wedding. So that means that you will be wearing a very feminine dress. I’ll take you shopping when we get close so that you can pick out something you like.”
“Do you really think that I can go out in public and not be recognized as a guy in drag?”
“You are almost passable now. We just need to work on your deportment some more as well as your voice.”
I still had not grasped that she really meant what she said about no more male clothing. “I don’t understand why you won’t let me wear my male clothing once the dress is done.”
“The choice is really yours, but I won’t have anything to do with you if you decide to go back to wearing your boy clothes. I want you to be my chaste little sissy boy that I can keep all to myself. I guess I’m being possessive and selfish, but that is the way I feel about it. I love having the control over you, and I think you love it too.”
“I do love it, but at some level I thought it was just a game and we could go back to a boy and girl type of relationship.”
“I suppose it is a bit of a game, but it is one without an ending. If you want to have a boy and girl relationship, I can be the boy and you can be the girl,” she said with a devilish grin.
“Oh no, that’s OK. I think I know where you are headed with that line of thinking.” I was afraid she would have me bent over the kitchen table and have her way with me using a strap on dildo if I agreed to that.
“Your chastity belt is a bit loose. Let me show you this neat feature.” She took out a special tool and inserted it into the back of the belt. I felt her turn it and the belt got tighter. “The waist band adjusts, so as your waist shrinks, I can adjust it for you. Let’s finish getting you dressed and get to work.”
She had me put on the bra with the inserts and a white silk blouse that had a high, lacy neck and a blue woman’s suit that matched the shoes perfectly. The suit had a skirt that came down almost to my knees. Kathleen had me do my makeup myself. I was definitely getting better with it. When I was finishing, she came up behind me with a blonde wig. She pinned it to my real hair. “No more haircuts for you for a while. Look in the mirror and tell me that is a man,” she stated. I had to agree that she was right. She took me by the hand and had me stand in front of a full length mirror. “Look at yourself.”
I saw a nice looking professionally dressed blonde woman. She had a very narrow waist. She was standing with her feet together in a pair of very high heels. “Damn, I guess you are right. I never would have thought that it was possible,” I said in my male voice.
“We need to start working on your voice next. You have made huge progress in just a few days.” She hugged me. “Now, go make us some breakfast. I’m starving.”
She still had me eating smaller portions of food, which was good since my stomach was greatly compressed. We did not speak much during breakfast as we both seemed lost in thought. My mind kept shifting back and forth between work and Kathleen. After breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen and went into the sewing room. I brought cups of coffee for both of us. I sat down at the desk, turned on my laptop and connected to my work over VPN.
I worked for a couple of hours and decided I needed to take a break. I went to get us some more coffee. When I returned, Kathleen was hunched over her sewing table working on a design. I massaged her shoulders and neck. She leaned forward so that I could reach her upper back. “Ohhh, that feels really good. You can do that any time.” After a few minutes, her muscles had relaxed a bit. I gave her a kiss on the neck and went back to work. Things were busy at work, so I was a bit startled when I heard her say, “Let’s take a break for lunch.”
She handed me a purse that matched my dress. “I put your license and personal things in there. We’re going out to lunch, my treat.” She put an elastic choker around my neck to hide my Adam’s apple, then took me by the hand and pulled me out the front door before I could protest. The door to her apartment was locked, and I was outside dressed as a woman. “Don’t worry. I’ll do all the talking. You will do fine. Just remember how to walk and move like a woman.”
She took me by the hand and pulled me toward the stairs. My apartment door was right there. If I could just get in there for some of my clothing… but I knew that would spoil things. I had to take the stairs slowly because of the heels and the cuffs. It took me a couple of stairs to figure it out. By the time we got to the bottom, I had it down pretty well.
We went to her car, and she opened the passenger door for me. “Smooth the back of your skirt when you sit down and keep your knees together. Once you are seated, you can swing your legs into the car, but keep your knees together.” I did as she instructed and did not flash her.
She closed my door and got in on the driver’s side. She took me to a chain restaurant that was crowded with business people taking their lunch break. I was extremely nervous, but things went without a hitch. We even went to the ladies room to use the toilet and freshen our make up. I was petrified the whole time. I did not relax until we were back in her car headed to the apartment.
“Did you notice those guys staring at us?” she asked.
“NO! That’s awful!!”
“The women were giving you catty looks and saying things about your shoes and waist. I think they were all just jealous.”
“You don’t think anyone figured out I was a guy did you?”
She just laughed. “Every guy in the place was ogling you. Every woman was making catty comments. I think you passed your first test on the outside.”
I was glad to get back to the safety and privacy of her apartment. It was also a nice treat not to have to fix lunch and clean up afterward. I thanked Kathleen for taking me to lunch.
We worked the rest of the afternoon without talking too much. She did ask me to look at a few things she was doing and give her my opinion. I was surprised that she agreed with some of the suggestions I made. A little after five, we wrapped things up for the day.
I made dinner and we ate and talked about the day. “After dinner, we need to go to the grocery store and do some shopping. We will do it together, but next week, I might send you out alone. I ordered some material that will help you learn how to sound like a woman. It should be here in a day or two.”
After dinner, Kathleen helped me to clean up, and then we went to the grocery store. I was a little concerned because it was the same grocery store where I usually shopped. I hoped nobody recognized me. I was more observant of people’s reactions to us this time. I did catch both men and women staring at us. It was actually kind of fun and a bit of a turn on to know that people found us attractive. I had never had that happen to me before.
It was challenging to carry the groceries up the stairs while wearing the heels and the thigh bands. It took a couple of trips up and down the stairs to get everything unloaded. Once the groceries were put away, it was time to work on Mary Ann’s wedding dress. Kathleen sent me to her bedroom to remove the suit and blouse. I hung them up in the closet. I took off the blue pumps and put on the white ones. I don’t know why I did it, it just felt right. I went back into the sewing room wearing the corset, bra and white pumps.
“Why did you change your shoes?” she asked.
“I thought it would look funny to have blue shoes under a white wedding dress.”
This made her smile. In short order, she had the petticoats and dress on me. She helped me up onto the platform after putting the collar and cuffs on me. She tied my ankles together and warned me to keep my balance and not lock my knees. She told me some more about her projects while she worked. She would also be making the dresses for Mary Ann’s bridesmaids once she was done with the wedding dress.
She worked for a few hours and then said it was time to stop for the night. Before she removed the dress, she put a full length mirror in front of me and had me look at myself in it. With the wig and make up, I had to admit that I made a pretty convincing bride.
“You’ll make a pretty hot bride one day.”
“I’m not going to marry a guy. I’m not gay.”
“Maybe you’ll find a girl who will wear the pants and let you wear the panties.”
“I think I might know a girl like that,” I said with a smile.
She untied my ankles and helped me off the platform. Then she removed the posture collar, cuffs, dress and petticoats. She gave me a big kiss, and leaned me over backwards while supporting me with one arm. She aggressively stuck her tongue in my mouth and explored. I could feel myself surrendering to her.
She pulled me by the hand back to her bedroom. She was stripping off her clothes as we went. She lay on her back on the bed and had me crawl between her legs. I started at her feet and teased my way up her long, long legs. When I got near the top, I went back down and started to lick from her toes all the way back up again. “Quit teasing me, you bitch,” she said playfully. She grabbed my hair to pull me into her pussy, but it was really the wig, which came off in her hands. “All right, that’s it,” she said. “I’m the one who does all the teasing around here.”
She grabbed at me and we wrestled around on the bed. In the corset and thigh cuffs, I was at a disadvantage. In addition, she was bigger and stronger than I. She quickly had me pinned on my stomach. She tied my hands behind my back with a silk scarf and used another to tie my legs together at the ankles. Then she bent my legs at the knees and used a third scarf to tie my hands to my ankles in a hog tie.
“I had several brothers, so I know how to wrestle.”
She pulled me to the center of the bed and lay down so that her pussy was right in front of my face. “Now, let’s try this again” she said with a smile. I went to work pleasing her with my tongue. I tried to get loose from the scarves, but she had tied them expertly. She used my real hair to guide me where she wanted me. I really enjoyed pleasing her, but was very frustrated too. After bringing her to several orgasms, she pulled me up to her and cuddled with me.
“That was fun wrestling with you. We’ll have to do that again. Next time we will set a timer and see how long it takes me to hog tie you. Then we will compete to see if I can do it faster or if you can delay me more. I’ll have to get a long silk rope to use instead of these scarves. I wonder if you are ticklish.”
My eyes got big, because I am extremely ticklish. She saw that and got a wicked grin. She began by lightly running her fingernails along my neck and shoulder. This made me start to squirm.
“You are ticklish. Ooh, this is going to be fun.” She proceeded to tickle me while I did my best to try to escape. I had no chance. She would stop occasionally and let me catch my breath. When she was finally done tormenting me and I was exhausted from the struggle, she pulled me close and kissed me some more.
“Let’s get you untied and cleaned up for bed.”
She untied my hands and feet. We went to the bathroom and got ourselves cleaned up and went to bed. She spooned me from behind and we soon fell asleep. As we were drifting off to sleep, I thought I heard her mumble, “I love you.”
Day 4 – Tuesday
I woke up to the feel of someone caressing my body and kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. I turned around and faced Kathleen. I loved how she looked first thing in the morning. Her long red hair all messed up and her beautiful green eyes looking at me. I really hated the damn chastity belt. I wanted to make love to her so badly. I caressed her and kissed her neck and shoulders while she did the same to me.
“OK, enough of that,” she said. “We don’t want to be late to work do we?”
“I wouldn’t mind being late if you’d let me out of this darn belt.”
“I can’t do that for about two and a half weeks. But you’ll have to be good if you want to earn a release,” she teased. She rolled out of bed and pulled the covers off of me so that I would get up too. She unlaced my corset and unlocked the rear of the belt and I pulled out the plug. I gave myself two enemas and then cleaned up. I left the rear shield unlocked so I could clean the plug and my backside.
Kathleen was already in the shower and scrubbed me from head to toe. She used her shampoo and cream rinse on me. When she was done cleaning me, I did the same for her. I loved washing her long hair. We got out and dried off. I lubed the plug and eased it back in. Kathleen locked it shut. I hated that plug.
She took me by the hand and led me to the sewing room where I put on a clean corset shield and wrapped the corset around me. I placed my hands in the cuffs and tightened them as much as I could. Kathleen checked the cuffs and then raised the bar and me with it. She tightened the corset from the top to the middle and then from the bottom to the middle. She repeated the process until the corset was extremely tight.
“I’ll get your stockings and shoes while we wait for your body to adjust.” She left with me standing on my tip toes. I told myself that tomorrow I would remember to bring them with me and put them on before she started to lace me.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about twenty minutes, she returned with some nude stockings and the pink five inch heels. She had dressed herself in a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a sweater, and looked very comfortable. She carefully pulled the stockings up my legs, under the thigh cuffs and fastened them to the garters. This was always a very sensuous feeling.
“Your legs are still smooth as a baby’s bottom. The hair remover I used is supposed to last for several months, but I did not believe it. I guess it really does work.” She felt my cheeks, chin and neck. “Mmm, still smooth.”
I stepped into the pink pumps which took the strain off my arms and shoulders. I felt her untie the corset laces and tighten them again. When she was done, I felt extremely compressed. “There is only about a half inch gap now. We will be able to fasten the gown around you in another day or two.” She lowered the lacing bar and unbuckled my wrists.
We went back to her room and she had picked out a pink silk dress that had short sleeves and a hemline that was several inches above my knees. She had me put on a clean pink bra with the inserts and then the dress. It really clung to my body. She showed me how to pin the wig to my real hair. We did our makeup at the mirror and then I made breakfast and coffee while she read the morning paper. She told me that we needed to go out that night and buy me some more clothes. “If you are really good this week, then I will give you a nice surprise on Saturday.”
After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, I joined her in the sewing room. I brought us both a cup of coffee and sat down at the desk at my computer. Every time I sat down, it drove the plug deeper into my bottom. I hated to admit that I was starting to enjoy it a little bit.
After I had cleaned up the dinner dishes and cleaned the kitchen, she had me go into the bathroom and fix my makeup. She handed me one of her elastic chokers to use to hide my Adam’s apple. When I was done, she grabbed my hand and we left the apartment and headed for the mall.
As I passed my apartment door, I had the urge to go inside, but the urge was not as strong as it had been. I descended the stairs carefully, especially in the very short dress. The wind was blowing, and I had to hold onto the hem to keep it from flying up and showing off my thigh cuffs and stocking tops. I was careful getting in and out of the car so I did not flash anybody. Kathleen was a “gentleman” and opened all the doors for me. It felt strange to have that done for me. I had done it countless times in the past for women.
The first stop was Victoria’s Secret where she had them measure me to determine my bra size. Once I knew what size to get, we selected a half dozen pairs, matching panties and some stockings. She also had me buy some camisoles and nighties. Of course she made me pay for all the new clothes with my credit card. The girl was surprised when I showed her my ID. She did a triple take. “You make a very convincing woman.”
We went to several clothing stores where I purchased some business and casual dresses and skirts… but no pants or shorts. We bought matching shoes. All of them had five inch heels.
Before we left, we stopped at an earring shop and had my ears pierced. As a present, she bought me a couple of pairs of earrings to wear once the piercing had healed.
When we got back to her apartment, she had me try on all of the clothes to make sure they were a good fit. Then she had me wash the things that needed to be washed.
We worked on the wedding dress for only an hour before it was time for bed. Kathleen made room in her bedroom closet for my new wardrobe. She cleaned out some of her drawers and allowed me to put away my lingerie.
Day 7 – Friday
The week at gone by quickly. I was surprised at how I had become so accustomed to my new situation in less than a week. The voice training tapes had come in and I practiced my girl voice while we worked on the dress. My voice was coming along nicely.
On Friday morning, Kathleen was able to lace the corset fully closed. She gave me a kiss and told me that I had been very good that week and I would be rewarded the next day. I was hoping that Mary Ann had sent the key to the belt.
With the corset fully tightened, Kathleen was able to button the dress up the back and I was able to wear it properly. I was proud of our accomplishment. Since I was able to walk in the heels easily now, she had me walk around in the dress so she could see how it looked. I stood in front of the mirror and could not believe how pretty I looked in the dress. It was still shocking to see myself looking like that.
We knocked off early that night so that we could play in bed. She told me to wait for her on the bed. When she came back into the bedroom, she had a long length of rope in her hands and she was wearing a jeans skirt, western shirt, hat, and cowboy boots with spurs. She made a very imposing picture to me standing at least six foot four inches tall in her boots. She had her riding crop tucked under her belt too. There was a stop watch around her neck. She
pressed it and said “Go!”
She pounced on me without warning and pinned me under her weight on my back. I struggled to throw her off, but she had her own ideas. She rolled me on my stomach and pinned one of my arms behind my back. I was struggling for all I was worth, but she quickly had one hand tied and then the other. She was using pressure points on my arms to get me to comply.
With me pinned under her weight on my stomach with my hands tied behind my back, she turned around on top of me and moved her weight down my legs keeping them pinned. She put her weight on my calves and wrapped a length of rope around my ankles and tied them securely. She scooted herself back up my body and tried to pull my ankles up to my hands to complete the hog tie. I was not going to be defeated this quickly, so I locked my knees. She kneed me in the thigh, which made my knees buckle. She pulled them up and then twisted around and put her weight on my shins and pinned my calves to my thighs.
She completed the hog tie and said, “Time! Fifty seconds,” she said between puffs of breath. “You didn’t do very well at the beginning, but you did pretty well once you caught on. That was a lot of fun. Now that we have our base time, we will have to figure some sort of reward system. If I can hog tie you in less than fifty seconds, you get a penalty. Maybe some time with the crop, but if you can go longer than fifty seconds, then you will get a reward. Perhaps a day in flat shoes or something else. Be thinking about what you would like. The longer you go past fifty seconds, the better your reward will be.”
She wasn’t wearing any panties under her jeans skirt. She sat at the head of the bed and pulled my face into her crotch. I quickly went to work with my lips and tongue to please her. After she was satisfied, she untied me and we got cleaned up and went to bed.
Day 8 – Saturday
“I know the last time you came was a week ago. I read that you really need to come at least once a week to keep your prostate healthy. After your enemas, I’m going to milk your prostrate to help you.”
After I gave myself the enemas and cleaned up, I went back into the bedroom. She had me lie on my side and used a special tool to massage my prostate. It worked pretty well and relieved some of the pressure that I was feeling, but it was not the same as an ejaculation.
After I had been milked, we got in the shower and cleaned up. I did an extra thorough job trying to clean the cum out of the penis tube.
“We’re going to get you extra dolled up today since I want to give you a nice surprise. Let’s go get you laced into your corset first.”
She took me by the hand and led me to the lacing bar. She strapped my wrists and raised it so that I was up on my toes.
“The first surprise is a new corset. This one is a bit more firm than the last one and it can be laced down to twenty inches. I know you aren’t there yet, but you’re on your way!” she said excitedly. I was not as excited as she was because I knew I was going to be squeezed even tighter.
“Don’t worry. We have five weeks to get you down to twenty inches. I think that will be plenty of time.” I knew better than to say anything, so I just smiled. “I have a friend who makes custom corsets. She made this one to your measurements as a favor to me. In fact, she made two of them so we can alternate them and you can clean one and let one dry while wearing the other one. Let me show you how nice they are.”
She pulled the first one out of the box and held it up so that I could see it. It was very pretty to look at, but I knew that it would be a cruel mistress to wear. It was an under bust model, so it reached from the bottom of my chest all the way down to my hips. The corset was white, but the bones for the pockets were pink. There was pink lace at the top and bottom of it as well. The garters were also pink.
“This one is white with pink trim. The other one is the opposite, pink with white trim. They have a cotton blend which gives it strength, but is also shiny like satin. I had her put five garters on each side so that your stockings will always be straight. She used extra thick and firm boning and spaced them a little closer so you will sit up nice and straight. Look at the back and see all the eyelets. This will help me lace you tighter. There’s also this strap that wraps all the way around you. In the back it has a space for the laces, and in the front it has a locking buckle. I know how you like bondage, so I thought this would be extra special for you. Once you are laced up nice and tight, I can lock this around you and you won’t be able to loosen the laces!”
I was a bit flustered and did not know what to say. I knew I needed to be positive, so I commented on how pretty they were and the obvious skill used in making them. I did not tell her how much I was dreading them.
“Let’s get it laced up and see how it looks and feels.” She put a clean corset liner around me and then loosened the laces and wrapped the corset around me. Once she had it properly positioned, she began lacing it. She took a bit longer to lace this one. “Since this is new, we will tighten it in stages. I’m going to just make it snug for now. There, how does it feel?”
It was tight, but not too tight. I could tell that it was much more firm than the previous corset. I told her, “it feels good, but I think it is too firm. I won’t be able to bend much in it. Can you have your friend remove some of the boning?”
“Ha, that is funny. You will get used to it. It is high enough on the hips that you can bend some. You can always bend at the knees to pick things up. I think it looks great on you. Let me get you some stockings and shoes.”
She left me there for about twenty minutes. When she returned, she was wearing a cream colored silk blouse and a black mini skirt. It did not look like she was wearing stockings. She had some dressy sandals on her feet. My toes, ankles, feet and shoulders were starting to cramp a bit. She brought me some red shoes and sheer black stockings. She rolled the stockings up carefully and pulled them under the thigh cuffs and attached them to the five garters. “These stockings have seams in the back. I think they are very sexy. It will be your responsibility to ensure that the seams are straight at all times. I will show you how to check them and how to fix them.”
She untied the corset laces and started pulling me in again. She tied them off and said, “I’ll be back to tighten it some more in a few minutes. How does it feel now?”
“It feels like I am in a custom made vice. It fits extremely well, but it is very tight,” I said.
She left me again for about twenty minutes. I could hear her getting herself fixed up. Finally she came back. I was pretty sore from being stretched for so long. “Let’s finish getting you all laced up.” She pulled the laces some more and then took out a tape measure. “Just under twenty-two inches. That should be perfect for today. I’m going to let the lacing bar down slowly so you can get used to the compression and let the blood flow return to normal.”
It felt good to have the pressure on my shoulders released. I was back to the normal feeling of the very high heels. Before she released my hands from the lacing bar, she said, “Oh, I almost forgot, just one more thing.” She took the strap that went around the corset. The laces were tucked into a pocket in the back and then it was wrapped around front and buckled closed. She released my hands from the lacing bar. “How does it feel?”
“Really tight, but it is not digging into me like the other corset did. I suppose that is because it was made for me.” I tried to bend over to see how much I could bend. There was no bend at all. “It feels like I am encased in a second skin made of steel. The compression is too much, but I think you like that,” I said with a bit of a grin. I ran my hands up and down the corset. The material was soft and smooth to the touch. It felt really sexy.
She handed me a small lock and said, “go ahead and lock the corset on you.” I took the lock and with a bit of difficulty was able to fit it into the waist strap. I took a little breath (a deep breath was impossible) and closed the lock with a small click.
“Now I can leave you at home during the day and don’t have to worry about you loosening your laces.” She stepped in front of me and pulled me close to her. I looked up at her and she gave me a very passionate kiss. She ran her hands over my corseted body. She pulled herself back and said, “We better stop that, or you will never get the rest of your surprises today. That corset is so sexy. Plan on being ravaged when we get back to the apartment later. Let’s get you
She practically dragged me into her bedroom. There was a short red silk dress on the bed along with a shorter one piece black slip. She helped me into the dress and slip then brought me into the bathroom for just a little bit of makeup and to put the blonde wig on me. She made me pick out my own earrings, choker and bracelets.
“OK, let’s get out of here.” We went down to her car. As usual, she held the door open for me. It was harder to get into the car with the more severe corset. She climbed into the driver’s seat and we were off. She put her hand on my knee and caressed my leg through the stockings. It felt really great, but frustrating as usual.
“I don’t suppose you will tell me where we are going?” I asked.
“That would spoil your surprise.”
We drove for a while in silence before pulling into a shopping center. As soon as we pulled in, I knew what was happening.
“Girls need a trip to the salon every now and then. I think your voice is just about perfect, so don’t worry. The owner knows your situation and she will be discrete. Don’t worry about being discovered. I made an appointment for you to get your hair done as well as your finger and toe nails. I think we will get them to wax your eye brows as well. I could not use your real name, so I made the appointment in the name of Joanne. I think that name suits you. What do you think?”
I was surprised. It was not something that I had even considered. After all, I am still a man. Here was another big step and she was behind me trying to push me over the threshold. I stammered a bit and said, “I think that would be OK for today, but perhaps we can talk about it later.” This seemed to satisfy her. She got out of the car and came around to open my door.
We walked to the salon and were greeted by the owner, Sarah. Kathleen discussed what she had in mind as if I wasn’t even there. Sarah made some suggestions and without me agreeing to anything I was whisked into the back.
“Go with Sarah and do whatever she asks you to do. If she tells me you are rude or disagreeable, you will be very sorry when we get home.” I figured that meant another round with the crop or worse the cane. I was on my best behavior.
Sarah took me to the back, removed the wig and had my hair shampooed. Kathleen went off with one of the other girls. Once my hair was washed, Sarah trimmed and then waxed my eyebrows. That hurt like crazy. She put some chemicals in my hair and then pulled on a plastic cover. While I was waiting for the chemicals to do their work, she walked me over to the manicure/pedicure area.
There was a very pretty little Vietnamese girl named Michelle, who massaged my hands and then went to work on my nails under the supervision of Sarah. Once my nails were done, they wanted to do my toe nails but my stockings were in the way. Since my fingernails were still drying, Sarah reached under my skirt and unclipped the stockings and carefully pulled them under the thigh bands. Her hands did a little more exploring than was necessary as she felt the chastity belt, thigh bands and chains. I was pretty embarrassed.
The girl went to work on my toes. In short order she had them cleaned up and polished. My fingernails had never looked so good. She had glued extensions on them so that they were about a bit longer than the ends of my fingers. Not too long to give me much of a problem, but long enough to be very feminine. My nails were painted a bright fire engine red. I could not get over how much it changed the look of my hands. They definitely looked much more feminine. I
thanked Michelle for her excellent work.
Sarah took me back to the bathroom once the nails were dry so that she could help me put my stockings back on. She had me hike up my dress so that she could put them under the thigh bands and re-attach them to the garters.
“Pull your dress up so that I can see your pretty corset,” she said. I hesitated for a minute, but then remembered Kathleen’s warning and complied. She ran her hands along the side of it and had me turn around so that she could see how the strap locked. “Wow, Kathleen really has you trussed up. Does she keep the keys to the corset and the chastity belt?”
“She does. I have not been out of the belt for over a week, but she lets me out of the corset every day to get cleaned up.”
Sarah walked around me and looked at the chastity belt. She examined how the thigh bands were attached to it and the cable that linked the thigh bands together. “With that cable between your legs, you aren’t wearing pants much these days are you?”
“Not since this whole thing started. Kathleen has had me locked up and laced up for over a week.”
“Let’s get your stockings back on before people start wondering what is taking so long. I would not want anybody to get the wrong impression.” She carefully pulled the stockings up my legs and made sure the seam was straight. She pulled down my dress and smoothed it.
We went back to her chair. She put a cape over me to protect my clothing and then brought me back to the sink and rinsed the chemicals out of my hair and then wrapped it in a towel.
When we got back to her chair, she turned me away from the mirror and began trimming my hair. “Why are you letting Kathleen do all this to you?”
“I did not specifically agree to any of it. She is making a wedding dress for a friend and said she needed someone to be her dress dummy. I agreed to help, and before I knew it, she had me laced into a corset and locked into the chastity belt. I really like Kathleen a lot and this really seems to be something she enjoys. After a little ‘persuasion’ from her, I have gone along with her plans. Going out in public has been a real shock. I feel like people are constantly undressing me with their eyes. I guess I should take it as a compliment, but if they knew what was really under my skirt, they probably wouldn’t feel the same way. The worst part by far is the chastity belt. I will be glad to remove it if Kathleen ever lets me.”
I did not mean to say that much, it all just sort of came out. I was wishing I had not told her so much.
“So are you and Kathleen going to continue your relationship once the dress is completed?”
“I hope so, even if it means that she keeps me like this. Don’t tell her, but I think I am in love with her. If she wants me to be submissive to her, it is a gift that I am willing to give her. I think she is in love with me too.”
“You two certainly make a pretty couple. I have never seen her so radiant and happy. I think you are right about the two of you. I hope you stay together. The only question will be who gets to wear the wedding dress.”
We both laughed at that. The turned my chair around so that it was facing the mirror. I was surprised by what I saw. My hair was dyed a very light blonde. Sarah had cut it into a short, but very flattering style.
“Gosh, that looks great. Thank you so much!”
“Kathleen said she wants your hair to grow out. This cut will allow that, but you will need to come by periodically for a trim and to dye your roots.” She used her hair dryer and a brush to remove all the loose hairs and then pulled the cape off of me. She walked me over to a full length mirror and had me look at myself. I could not believe that I was the same scruffy male I had been just eight days ago.
Kathleen walked up behind me while I was staring at myself. “You look gorgeous.” She wrapped her arms around me from behind and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to ravage your body tonight you sexy little nymph.” I blushed at her compliment and her proposition.
Kathleen released me and said, “Sarah, you have out done yourself. Did Joanne behave for you?”
Sarah took my hands in hers and said that we had become fast friends and then gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug which I returned.
We paid the cashier for all the services we had received. Kathleen had her nails done and her hair trimmed. She looked very hot. We said our good byes to Sarah who hugged us both.
Kathleen took me by the hand and led me back out to her car where she opened the door for me and helped me inside.
“I was planning to take you to lunch, but I have changed my mind. I want to go home and have my way with you. What do you think about that?”
“Why, how could a girl like me turn down a proposition like that?” I said in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice.
Kathleen raced home and she practically dragged me up the stairs to her apartment. I didn’t even have a chance to look at my apartment door. When we got inside and closed the door, she started tearing all her clothes off while dragging me into her bedroom. I just stood there not sure what to do. I did not have to wait long. She turned me around, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. She pulled the slip off my shoulders and let it fall on top of the dress. She actually picked me up off of the floor and threw me on the bed and crawled on top of me while I was flat on my back. She lay on top of me and looked me in the eyes.
“Girl, you have no idea how horny you make me. I just want to put my hands all over you. I have always had a thing for blondes. Mary Ann and I have played around a little over the years, but neither one of us is gay so we just stayed friends. Until we hatched our little plan on you, I never knew exactly what I wanted. Now I do, and you are it. I love you and I want to keep you corseted and pantied for the rest of our lives.”
“Kathleen, I love you too, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I want you to understand a few things. I will wear the corset, chastity and other things as an outward show of my love and respect for you. I am not gay, and I do not want to be a woman. I want to be your man, even if I am a man wearing women’s clothing. I want you to release me from the chastity belt so that we can have sex like a man and a woman.”
Kathleen had tears rolling down her cheeks. She put her arms underneath me and almost squeezed the life out of me. She gave me a kiss and said, “I don’t want you to be a woman physically. Once I have the key, I will let you out of the chastity belt to have sex, but it will be up to me whether I let you out or not. I wear the pants in this family. I am the dominant partner. I am going to push you to your limits at times and sometimes beyond them as you have already seen. If you are naughty, I will use my bare hand, crop or cane on you. Good discipline is important in a marriage.”
“I’ve been a bad girl today, I think I need a spanking” I said jokingly.
Before I knew it, she had me across her knee and was giving me an old-fashioned bare handed spanking. Once she had my bottom good and red and I had tears rolling down my cheeks, she said, “that should help you remember to be a good girl, and that you are my girl and my girl only. You were quite the flirt with the girls in the salon. You were very naughty. I saw you go into the bathroom with Sarah. You guys were in there quite a while. I knew she was just checking out your belt and corset, but the other people in the shop did not know that. You need to be mindful of other’s perceptions in situations like that.”
She told me to lie down on the bed and then she took out some soft rope and secured my hands to the headboard. She secured my feet together and then tied them to the footboard. I could smell how aroused she was already. She began kissing me all over and running her hands over my body everywhere that was covered by lingerie. I did not realize it until then that she had been doing this all along. She was conditioning me to associate pleasure with the lingerie. It still felt great no matter what she was doing.
She turned around and put her knees on either side of my shoulders so that she could lower herself onto me. As soon as she did, I went to work pleasing her with my tongue and lips. She kissed, licked and nibbled my inner thighs which drove me to incredible heights of frustration.
After bringing her to several orgasms, she pulled out a dildo and attached it to the front of the chastity belt. Then she had me roll on my side and did something to the back of the chastity belt which caused the butt plug and dildo to come to life and buzz like crazy. When she rolled me on my back, she had a controller in her hand. She played with it a minute to find a spot that would drive me crazy. She twisted the dildo, which caused it to start vibrating too. She inserted it into her and then dropped down on it. This caused the butt plug to move deeper into me. She did this repeatedly. It felt like she was fucking me. She leaned over me and had me suck on her nipples while she continued to please herself on me. I could not believe that I was actually getting some pleasure out of this. I was moaning and groaning along with her. She was kissing and biting my neck and shoulders. Kathleen rode me until we both had an orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I had one while still in the belt. Kathleen reached down and turned off the vibrating dildo and collapsed on top of me. She left the plug buzzing away in my backside.
“How did you like that my little blonde vixen?” I was about to answer when she increased the buzzing in my backside and made me gasp.
“That felt incredible. It felt great to have a release even if it was a bit stifled. It made me feel like you were fucking me rather than the other way round.” I was still a bit high from the orgasm and the plug buzzing away inside of me. I realized that I had been a bit too honest.
“You felt like I was fucking you? We will have to make that a reality. I have some strap-on dildos that I have used on my girl friends over the years. When you are ready, I want to use one on you. Don’t make me wait too long, because then I might just use the biggest one on you, and it is about the size of a horse. I will warm you up with the cane for making me wait, and I know how much you hate that. When you come to me, dress in all white lingerie since I will
be taking your virginity. I’ll be very gentle, and I will use the smallest one. Remember, don’t make me wait to long. This is not negotiable.”
“Here is where you are going to push my limits. The idea of being penetrated by a man is revolting. Having you do it for some reason is not revolting, it is just a bit scary.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I will be very gentle. I think you will enjoy it very much.” She put her head down on the pillow and fell asleep on top of me. I actually fell asleep with the plug buzzing away inside of me. We woke up a little while later. She untied my arms and legs and then rubbed them to help get the circulation fully restored. She rolled me over and stopped the plug from vibrating. “Let’s jump into the shower.” She grabbed me by the dildo still
attached to the belt and led me into the bathroom where she removed the dildo, unlocked the corset and helped me get undressed.
After the shower it was back to the lacing bar and into the new pink corset, stockings and white pumps. I made lunch and she told me we were going to spend the rest of the day working on the wedding gown, but first I would have to do some laundry. She showed me how to wash the white corset by hand and then hang it to dry. I washed the rest of our fine lingerie the same way. Then I started a load of laundry in the machine.
I found Kathleen in the sewing room. She put the petticoats and dress on me. Since my waist was so narrow, she had no problem fastening the back of the dress on me. It fit me like a glove.
She was deep in concentration working on the dress, and my mind wandered to all the changes that had occurred in the past week. I was nervous about letting her fuck me with her strap-on. That was really pushing my limits, but I was starting to get used to the idea. I knew I would have to go to her pretty soon because I definitely did not want another session with the cane.
How far were we going to take this relationship? Was she going to change me into a woman and then dump me? The whole thing started getting to me. My apartment lease would be up shortly. I would have to tell them whether I was going to stay or move. I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Kathleen said.
I wasn’t sure whether to tell her what I had been thinking or not, but I decided that I wanted to be honest with her. I told her about my lease coming due and did not know what I should do.
“Well, that is easy. We’ll just sell or give away the stuff you don’t need and you will continue to live here with me. In case you had not noticed, you are mine now. I’m not going to let anybody or anything take you away from me. I love you and you and you are not going anywhere.” This was said with such conviction that it eased my fears. She stood up and took my hand and kissed it. “Don’t be frightened about what is happening to you. I will always protect you and keep you safe. You will always be my girl and my man. I will always be your man and your girl.”
“That makes me feel a lot better. You have really pushed my limits. I’m afraid what will happen in the coming weeks, months and years.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t be making such drastic changes any more. For now, we will settle into a routine. Are you OK with that?”
“Yes, I feel a lot better.”
She looked at me to make sure I was telling the truth, kissed my hand again.
“Let’s work some more on your voice lessons.” We spent the rest of the afternoon working on the dress and my voice. She was a great coach.
After working on the dress for quite a while she suggested that we get some Chinese food delivered and relax for the evening. While Kathleen placed the order, I changed into a nightgown. I was fixing my makeup in the bathroom mirror when she came in and hugged me from behind. Since I was not wearing any shoes, she towered above me. She leaned down and kissed me on the neck and put her hands on my narrow waist. “You are so lovely. I knew I had to have you from the first time we met. I kept flirting with you, but you would never ask me out. How come you never did?”
“I thought you were way out of my league and that you were just being friendly. I didn’t think I had any chance of having a relationship with you. As small and short as I am, most women don’t find me very attractive. I figured you were dating some tall man. I know women usually want to be smaller than their man.”
“Out of your league? Well that is a new one on me. As a man, you are very cute with your pretty green eyes, tight body and great personality. Most women would die to have a man like you. Their loss is definitely my gain. I have dated a few large men, but they were all ‘A’ type personalities and only cared about scoring. They could not care less about me. I gave up looking for Mr. tall, dark and handsome a long time ago.”
“Mary Ann and I were sitting here getting drunk and trying to figure out how I could get through to you. She came up with the idea of getting you to help with the dress. It would guarantee that you would have to hang out with me for a few weeks. With the corset and chastity belt, we knew that any girl you might have been dating would break up with you. Once I had you laced and locked up, I realized what a powerful turn on it was for me. I have always been dominant, and it all came together for me. It seems like it is a turn on to you too, so I think we found our soul mates.” She squeezed me again and kissed me on the neck.
“You actually found me attractive and created the whole story about needing a dress dummy that could move was just a ploy to keep me coming back over here?” I asked flabbergasted.
“It was not entirely a lie. It is easier to have a person be a dress dummy so you can have them move and turn, but it was not the complete truth. I’m sorry we lied to you.”
“It is OK. I’m extremely flattered. I don’t know what to say.”
She played with my earrings while looking at us in the mirror.
“So if I had asked you out and we had hit it off, I could be standing here in pants rather than a corset, dress and heels?”
“Maybe. I think we may have eventually discovered our mutual interests and you would have ended up the same way. I would have still played the dominant roll, and you would still have felt my crop and cane when you were bad.”
“How come you never asked me out?”
“I was afraid that I might scare you off. Some guys get turned off if a girl comes on too strong. I know how dominant I am can be.”
Just then there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get that while you finish up.”
I finished putting on my makeup and joined her at the kitchen table where she was putting out the food. There was a lot of food, but I could only eat a little bit due to the restriction of the corset. It smelled and tasted great.
After we cleaned up the kitchen, we watched a couple of movies. I fell asleep on the couch with my head resting on her. She picked me up and took me to bed. I was surprised at how easily she carried me. She spooned me from behind and we were both fast asleep.
Day 9 – Sunday
I woke up first and went to the bathroom. When I was done, I noticed Kathleen had a bathroom scale. I stepped onto it and was amazed to see that I was down to 125 lbs. Could I have really lost ten pounds in a week? Kathleen came in and looked down at my weight. “Wow, no wonder you are so light to carry.” She moved me off the scale and stepped onto it. “185, that is about right. Do you think I’m fat?”
“Absolutely not. As tall as you are, that is a good weight for you. You are beautiful, but I think you should wear a corset all the time too. Good for the goose…”
“Ha, we will see about that. Maybe I will lace you in a bit tighter today. I love lacing you into your corsets, but I have never found them to be very comfortable. They restrict my movement too much to do my job.” she said.
After getting cleaned up, she laced me into the clean white corset. She did pull me in an extra half an inch, and I could definitely feel it, but I didn’t complain because then she would probably pull it in a bit more. I picked out white stockings, and a light pink skirt with a matching top.
We had breakfast then did some shopping. After lunch, I excused myself and went into the bedroom and changed out of the pink skirt and top and put on a white baby doll night gown. Kathleen was reading the Sunday paper in her chair. I walked in there in my sexiest walk. I took the paper out of her hands and sat down on her lap and kissed her. “It is time” I said. “I want to give you my virginity.”
She kissed me, scooped me up off of her lap and carried me into the bedroom. She gently placed me on the bed. She got undressed and put on a black garter belt, stockings and bra. Next she pulled out a black leather belt that she wrapped around her waist. She pulled out a small flexible dildo and attached it to the front of her leather belt. She gently pushed me back onto the bed and put a pillow under my bottom. She unlocked the back of the belt and pulled the plug out. She did something under the belt and the back shield and plug came away from the belt completely. She tossed them aside. She unlocked the cable that connected the two thigh bands. She was breathing very heavily and poured a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo. She lifted my legs up so they were resting on her shoulder. I moved them so that they wrapped around her waist. Slowly, and gently she pushed her way into me. It hurt, but felt good. She leaned over and kissed me and said, “I love you. You are my girl forever.” She slowly worked up her speed. I was surprised that it actually was pleasurable. She rotated the dildo and it started vibrating. This made her jump and then really start grinding into me. One end of the dildo was apparently right on her clitoris. It did not take long for her to have a screaming orgasm, and I was not far behind her.
She was not done yet. She rolled me on my stomach and told me to get up on my knees. She rode me from behind doggie style. When she climaxed again, she collapsed on top of me forcing me onto my stomach. She left the dildo buzzing away in my bottom. After a few minutes, she pulled it out and turned it off. She rolled me on my back and then lay on top of me. She kissed me and told me, “There is no denying that you are my girl now. Let me here you say it.”
“I’m your girl now and forever.”
She kissed me and gave me a crushing hug. “You have been a good girl. Keep it up and when Mary Ann gives me the keys, I will unlock you and let you make love to me. I can’t wait to feel your warmth inside of me filling me up.”
We lay there for a long time enjoying the feeling of being next to each other. Finally Kathleen said, “Let’s go make some lunch.” Before I could get up, she lifted my legs up and re-attached the rear shield of the belt. She pulled some lubricant out of her drawer and I was soon plugged again. Then she locked the cable between my thighs. “There, now you are nice and secure again.”
“Thanks a lot,” I said a bit sarcastically. “Can’t you leave those off for today?”
“Some day I might let you keep them off, but while you are in training, you will keep them on as a constant reminder of my influence over you.”
Day 10 – Monday
I woke up to the sound of Kathleen’s alarm. She rolled me on my back and then climbed on top of me. She kissed me on my neck and tickled me all over, which really made me try to squirm, but I was pinned under her weight. She stopped teasing me and looked at me with those beautiful green eyes and her tussled red hair. I reached up and gave her a kiss. “I love you Kathleen… even if you are a big tease.” This started another round tickling. She didn’t stop until I was gasping for breath and pleading for her to stop.
“Who is the tease around here? Who is the one who walks around in a tight corset, stockings and heels? Now tell me who the tease is?”
“I am,” I said to avoid another round of tickling. I was afraid that I would wet the bed if she did it again.
“That’s right and don’t you forget it.”
We got up and completed our morning clean up ritual and had our breakfast.
The rest of the week really flew by. We made quite a bit of progress on the dress. It was almost complete by Thursday night, and she was continuing my girl training.
Day 14 – Friday
I woke up to the feeling of Kathleen pressed up against me. She was kissing my neck and shoulders. Her hands were running up and down my body. I turned toward her and pushed myself down so that I could play with her beautiful breasts. I fondled one while I sucked and nibbled on the other. She was moaning and rubbing herself between her legs. Before long, I found myself flat on my back and she was riding my tongue for all she was worth. “I love waking up next to you wearing your sexy night gowns and all cinched up tightly. It makes me so horny.” As she said ‘horny’ she had her orgasm. She scooted down my body and lay on top of me. “Since we are almost done with the dress, we will take off tonight and go someplace special. How does that sound?”
“What do you mean by ‘special’?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” she said as she climbed off of me. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to work.”
She really laced me tightly today, but I did not complain. She adjusted the chastity belt again to close the gap between the corset and chastity belt. I wore a short green dress. My waist was much smaller than that of the dress, so she put a belt around my waist to show how tiny it was. I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised at how tiny she had made my waist. “We’ll have to go out to lunch today to show you off. I can’t wait to see people’s reaction.”
“How small is it now?”
“It is about twenty-one inches. Your body was definitely made to be tight-laced. You turn me on so much. You better go get to work before I drag you back to the bedroom, bend you over my footboard and have my way with you.”
I knew she was only half joking, so I sat down in my chair and got to work.
At lunch time we went to a slightly upscale restaurant that was packed with business people. Kathleen was wearing a blue pants suit with three inch heels. She towered over almost everyone. We made quite a pair and were the subject of many hushed conversations. More than a few men approached us, but Kathleen shot them all down with withering glances or polite rebukes. One woman came up to me and asked me how I got my waist so tiny. I told her, “the old fashioned
way. Whalebone and laces.” She looked at me a bit puzzled. Kathleen handed her a business card for her friend who made my corsets.
“Give my friend a call. She will take good care of you.”
The woman looked at the card and understood what we meant. “Is it uncomfortable? I have seen them in movies, and they don’t look very comfortable.”
“The one I am wearing today was custom made for me. It is comfortable, but I do have the feeling of being squeezed. If it is tightened too quickly, I feel like I am being crushed in a vice. Kathleen laces me slowly, so it is comfortable. She likes me to be laced up tight all the time.”
The woman looked at Kathleen incredulously and said, “you lace her into her corsets?”
“Of course. It would be very difficult for someone to lace themselves that tightly, and besides, she usually asks me to pull her in more tightly than I do already. You have to admit, it is really sexy isn’t it?” The woman blushed a bit and Kathleen leaned in and whispered something in her ear.
The woman looked shocked and then said, “no.” Kathleen shook her head yes. The woman looked at me again and was about to ask me something when we were called to take our table. I just smiled, nodded my head and winked at her. I knew Kathleen had told her that I was a man. I think that really blew her mind.
The service and food was great. We continued to get lots of looks and a few comments directed at us. I was glad to get out of there.
When we were back in Kathleen’s car she said, “don’t you love being the center of attention? You look so sexy in that dress with your waist pulled in tightly.” She put her hand on my thigh and played with my stocking tops and garters all the way home. She drummed her fingers on the chastity belt and said, “only another week before I have the key to that, so you better be on your best behavior.”
“I’m always well-behaved,” I said jokingly.
“If that was the case, then why do you have my crop marks on your bottom?”
“Good point,” I said remembering how she had taken me over her knee the night before and used her crop on me for talking back to her.
We got back to her apartment and spent the afternoon finishing up our week’s work. A little after five she said, “let’s wrap things up so we can get ready to go out tonight.”
She still would not tell me where we were going. I made dinner and cleaned up. She told me the place we were going didn’t open until 10 PM, so we watched a movie after dinner. At nine o’clock, she said, “OK, let’s get ready. Go take off your dress, shoes and stockings in the bedroom and then come join me in the sewing room.”
When I got into the sewing room, she strapped me to the lacing bar and pulled me up onto my toes. She tightened my corset some more. It was so tight I thought I might pass out. She pulled out a fresh pair of sheer black stockings. She showed me they had a seam running up the back. She smoothed them onto my legs making sure the seam stayed straight. She put the red leather knee high boots on my feet and zipped them up.
She let my arms down and released me from the cuffs. She handed me a red lacy bra to put on. I removed the one I was wearing and put on the red one and put the inserts into the cups. She carefully pulled a short red dress over my head and zipped it up in back. She pulled me into the bathroom and re-did my makeup and hers. She put a lot more on than we usually used. We were definitely looking a bit slutty.
She made me help her get ready. I undressed her completely. She handed me a black garter belt, stockings, bra and panties, which I helped her put on. Next were a long-sleeved silk blouse and a black leather skirt. She pulled out her black leather pumps with the five inch heel. In her heels, she absolutely towered above me and had to be careful going through the door ways.
“Wow, you look really hot,” I told her.
She pinched my butt and said, “you are a gorgeous little slut. I’m going to have to keep a short leash on you to prevent someone from trying to steal you. Speaking of that,” she dug through one of her drawers and found a thick red leather collar, “you’ll need to wear this.” She buckled it around my neck and then I heard a little snap. I reached behind me and found that it was locked around my neck. There was a little tag in front hanging off a d-ring. She read the tag to me. “Property of Kathleen. If found, please call 404-555-1234. Reward offered.”
“Hey come on, what is the deal with the collar?”
“It just proves that you are mine. If you don’t like it, I can just hog tie you and leave you in bed for a few hours.”
I knew how uncomfortable that could be. “No, that is OK. I want to see where you are taking me. I think this will be fun, although I have to warn you that I can’t dance worth a flip.”
“That’s OK, we’ll work on that. It is something that you’ll need to know. Let’s go.” She handed me a small red purse with my driver’s license and some makeup in it.
She took me by the hand and pulled me out the door.
We drove across town and arrived at an industrial area. There were a lot of cars already in the lot.
“We are early, but I wanted to get you in here before it got too crowded. I did not want you to be overwhelmed. It can get a bit wild inside, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” She came around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. She bent down to kiss me. When she stood back up, she had a leash in her hand, and it was attached to my collar. “I was serious about keeping you on a short leash,” she said with a smile. As we walked to the door she said, “Don’t talk to any strangers in there unless I introduce them to you. If someone talks to you, just turn your head and look at me.”
This is going to be interesting I thought to myself. I did my best to keep up with her as she strutted through the parking lot. As I followed along behind her, I noticed she had her riding crop in one hand and my leash in the other.
Kathleen knew the doorman and introduced me as Joanne to him. Inside the music was already thumping and there were quite a few people on the dance floor. We found a table and sat down on some stools. I had to be careful not to expose myself in the short red dress. Kathleen ordered two glasses of wine. We sipped on the wine and took in the scene.
The place was filling up rapidly. I was glad that we had arrived early enough to get a table. It was fun watching all the different people come into the place. There were quite a few who were in some sort of bondage, but most were just here to drink and dance. Kathleen dragged me out to the dance floor and found out that I really can’t dance. She showed me some basic moves and gave me quite a bit of encouragement. We were getting lots of appreciative looks. Both women and men tried to cut in on us, but Kathleen sent them all away. She really did keep me on a short leash the whole night. I was surprised at how many women hit on us. This was a whole new experience for me. We stayed until pretty late and then headed back to the apartment.
Kathleen unlocked my shoes and threw me onto the bed. She pulled off her skirt and blouse and pinned my shoulders to the bed. I went to work with my tongue pleasing her. She attached the strap on to the front of my chastity belt and rode it until she collapsed on top of me exhausted. We both fell asleep like that.
Day 15 – Saturday
I woke up with a slight hang-over. Kathleen was still asleep. I staggered into the bathroom and sat down to use the toilet. It looked funny having the dildo sticking out in front of me while I sat down to use the toilet. I figured out how to remove it. I cleaned it up in the kitchen sink and then went out to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Kathleen was still sleeping. I wanted to take the collar off so that I could take a shower. I noticed her keys were on the kitchen table. This was the first time she had left them where I could find them. I had looked before, but she locked them in a little safe she had in the bedroom. There were several keys that were for the locks that secured the various parts of the chastity belt. I wondered if one of them would actually open the main lock so that I could remove the infernal chastity belt. If I used the keys, I could make good my escape. I considered trying all of them, but decided against it. It was tempting to think about going back to the way things were before, but that would mean losing my relationship with Kathleen.
I found the key to unlock the rear of the belt. I gave myself two enemas and then cleaned myself up. Since she had not woken up, I used the keys to unlock the collar and corset. I knew she might get very angry with me for using her keys without permission, but I really wanted to take a shower. I also wanted her to know that she could trust me. Unlacing the corset was very, very difficult, but I eventually managed to do it. I took a nice hot shower and felt much better afterward.
After drying off, I went into the sewing room and put on a clean corset liner. I put on the clean corset and started lacing it up. It was difficult to reach around behind me, but I was able to get it started. I was doing my best to tighten it, but it was very difficult. I managed to get it as tight as I possibly could and then tied it off. I was able to tuck the laces in the pocket of the strap. I wrapped the strap around my waist and locked it in place. I put the
collar back on and locked it in place, since I had not received permission to remove it.
I went back into ‘our’ bedroom. Since I had a bunch of clothes in there too, I thought it was mine as well. I picked out a white bra, stockings, slip, dress and shoes. It was very difficult in the corset, but I managed to do it without getting runs in them. I finished getting dressed and then went into the bathroom to put on my makeup.
I couldn’t believe that Kathleen was still snoring away, but she was. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, so I started cleaning up the place and doing the laundry. I had a couple of cups of coffee and enjoyed having some ‘free time’. I was hungry, so I made myself some toast.
Around noon, Kathleen finally woke up. I had already been up for a few hours. She staggered out of the bedroom and saw me sweeping up the kitchen floor.
“Look at you all dressed up and ready to go,” she said.
“Kathleen, I hope you won’t be mad, but I really needed to take a shower this morning. You left your keys on the table, so I used them to get myself cleaned up. I hope you won’t be mad at me.”
Her face turned red and I knew she was angry, but I could see her calm down. “You could have used the keys to go back to your old life, but you didn’t.” She walked over to me, picked me up and gave me a crushing hug. She set me back down and said, “You used my keys without permission, so you will be punished for that. Think about what your punishment should be, and we will talk about it. I’m going to get cleaned up.”
I brought her a cup of coffee while she was getting dressed.
“You did a good job getting dressed. How tight were you able to get the corset?”
“Not as tight as you had it. It is hard to get it that tight by myself. Maybe you can tighten it for me when you get dressed.”
“Have you thought about what your punishment should be?”
“How about putting me into some sort of extra bondage today?”
“I was thinking that a session with the cane would be appropriate.” I could tell she was testing me.
“I was hoping we could avoid that. I hurt for days after you use that on me.”
“That is the purpose, so you don’t forget the punishment and you change your behavior.”
“Perhaps I should have access to some of the keys.”
“Eventually you will, but not yet.”
She put on a t-shirt and some comfortable jeans.
“Let’s get you properly laced up before we have breakfast.” She took me into the sewing room and had me remove my dress. She stretched me on the lacing with my hands tightly strapped into the cuffs. While she tightened the laces she said, “I’ll give you a choice. Would you rather have a session with the cane, the crop or be put into some strict bondage for the next twenty-four hours?”
Without hesitation I answered, “strict bondage.”
She pulled the corset in extra tight. It was difficult to breath, especially since I was stretched up tall.
“I was hoping you would say that. Oh, I forgot to mention. I got a card in the mail yesterday from Mary Ann. Guess what was inside of it?”
“Yes, a key. Guess who could have unlocked himself from the chastity belt, but didn’t.”
She unlocked the belt from around my waist and eased it and the thigh bands down my legs. My poor, neglected penis sprang to attention immediately. She put her arms around my waist and ran them up and down my corseted body. She kissed and nibbled on my neck and shoulders. She reached around and started to play with my penis.
“Oooh, I forgot how big a monster you have. How did such a cute little girl like you get such a big tool?”
She took her hand away and said, “oh, I need to go get some lubricant.” She left me standing there for a long time. I still had a raging hard-on.
She stood behind me again and pressed her body against mine. She put her mouth right by my ear so she could whisper into it. She squirted some KY jelly into her hand and gave me some long slow strokes. “Does this feel good?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yessss,” I hissed.
She took her hand away and said, “Good. Just stay like that while I make myself some breakfast.”
“Kathleen, you can’t just leave me like this!” I almost screamed in frustration.
“Oh, I can keep this ‘up’ all day and all night if I like. You were the one who chose strict bondage. If you had chosen the crop or cane, we would already be done by now. If you keep on whining, I’ll be forced to gag you.”
She took the white posture collar and wrapped it around my neck. Now I could not turn my head. She left the room and made herself some breakfast while I waited. After breakfast, she came back and teased me until I was just about to explode, and then she stopped again. Once I had calmed down, she teased me until I was just about on the brink.
“You really are going to do this to me all day, aren’t you?” I moaned.
“You better believe it. I love watching you squirm. In fact, maybe I’ll tease you all day long and then put you back in the chastity belt without letting you have any relief.”
“I’m begging you, please don’t do that.”
“What is it worth to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“If I let you come today, I want you to do something for me. Maybe you would like your nipples or tongue pierced. Maybe you will ask me to spank you with the cane or the crop. You think about what you want to offer me in order to have the chance to cum. I have to run out and do some errands.” She put a large, full-length mirror in front of me so that I could see my entire reflection. She stepped behind me and whispered in my ear while she stroked me again. “Except for this monster between your legs, you look like such a hot girl dressed in your lingerie and heels. Enjoy the view. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Before she left, she pulled the clock off the wall so that I could not see the time. I know I stood there for at least two hours thinking about my fate and seeing myself in the mirror. I did make a cute girl. I decided what I wanted to offer her while I waited impatiently for her return. My arms, shoulders, legs, calves and feet were really sore.
Finally, I heard her come in the front door. I heard her bring in some bags and put things away, but she did not come into the sewing room right away. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably a half hour, I saw her enter the room in the reflection of the mirror. She stepped in behind me and removed the posture collar then she stepped in front of me so that I could see her. She was dressed in a beautiful black over bust corset with sheer black stockings and knee high leather boots with at least five inch heels. She had her crop in her hand and was tapping it against her leg.
“Have you been thinking about what you would be willing to do to have a chance to cum today?”
“Yes, I have a friend who said his girlfriend loved him to go down on her with his pierced tongue. He said the ball he wore drove her absolutely crazy. Since I have a feeling I will be spending a lot more time with my head between your legs, I want to get my tongue pierced.”
“Mmmm, that would definitely please me.” She moved around behind me and started giving me some more long slow strokes while she nibbled on my ear and whispered into it. She ran her stocking clad legs up and down mine. I was about to blow my load when she stopped again causing me to groan.
“Not just yet sweet heart.” She walked around the front of me and wiped the pre-cum off my penis. She put a towel down on her chair and then sat down on it. She pulled out a vibrating dildo and went to work pleasing herself with it. All I could do was watch and drool. She put on quite a show for me. My penis stayed very erect, but I could not come without a little bit of direct stimulation.
After bringing herself to a couple of orgasms, she got up from the chair and had me use my tongue to clean her juices off the dildo. She tasted so good. She put a rubber on my penis and began giving me long slow strokes. “Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”
She would stop stroking me when I was close to the brink. She kissed me and rubbed her legs on mine. She went behind me again and used one hand to pull my body close to her. She used the other hand to stroke me. She whispered in my ear over and over “cum for me my little sissy boy slut.” It did not take me long to come. When I did, it seemed to last for a long time. I pretty much collapsed and let the lacing bar support my weight while I enjoyed the feeling.
“That was pretty intense,” I said.
She removed the rubber and held it up. “I don’t think I have ever seen a man cum that much. How did it feel?”
“It was more powerful than any other time I can remember.”
“There is another reason to keep that monster locked up most of the time.”
She left the room and returned with a long box. Inside was a long, pink corset.
“This is a punishment corset. It is heavy and made of leather. Look how wide the bones are on it. It can be laced down to nineteen inches.”
It was a fearsome looking garment. It had shoulder straps and was long enough to reach from my upper chest all the way down to my knees.
“Once you are laced into this, you won’t be able to sit down. It will hold you rigidly upright. I’ve been dying to try this on you, but you have been so good lately, I have not had the opportunity. My friend made the one I am wearing and this new one for you. What do you think of them?”
“I love seeing you laced into a corset, but I think it needs to be tightened a bit. I’ll be glad to help you with that if you will let me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Your corset is very beautiful and really accentuates you. Seeing you wear it with stockings and boots really turns me on. You are such a beautiful woman any way. It is hard to believe anything could make you even more appealing.”
“It seems we both like seeing girls in corsets, stockings and heels. It makes me feel very powerful and sexy. How does your corset make you feel?”
“It makes me feel very subservient to you, especially while you lace me into it, when you put your hands on my waist and when you run your hands up and down it. I know that I am subject to your desires. Part of me really likes that. Another part of me still wants to resist.”
“I love your submissive as well as your resistant parts. Lacing you into your corset is one of the best parts of the day for me. I love putting the stockings on you and attaching them to your garters. You have such long, lovely legs. They look so great in stockings. It shows me how much you are willing to persevere to be with me. Tell me how you feel about me?”
“I love you and want to make you happy, even if it means that I will wear corsets, dresses and a chastity belt for the rest of my life. I know that I belong to you and it makes me feel warm and safe. It is a small price to pay for the privilege of being with you.”
She looked me in the eye and knew I was sincere.
“I’m glad we both feel the same way, because you do belong to me and you will be tightly laced and chastised as long as you stay with me. Let’s try the new corset on you. Knowing what a masochist you are, I am sure you will enjoy the experience.”
She unlocked and unlaced my corset, pulled off my stockings and shoes. She lowered the lacing bar a bit so that I could stand flat on my feet. Once I had my balance, she released my hands from the lacing bar. She unhooked my bra and removed it. I squatted down and then stretched to get the blood flowing back around.
“Walk around for a few moments and enjoy your freedom while I loosen the laces on your punishment corset.” I picked up the white shoes and walked back to our bedroom and picked up the pink pumps and brought them back. “You better go to the bathroom while you have the chance. You won’t be able to go once we get the new corset on you. Don’t you dare stand up while you pee,” she warned.
When I was done and washed up, she said, “OK it’s time. Come over here.”
With some dread and some excitement, I did what I was told. She had me step into a strange flesh-colored pair of strange looking underwear.
“This is a gaff. You won’t be able to wear the chastity belt in this corset, but I don’t want you to be able to stimulate yourself. This will tuck you back between your legs.” It was a little bit painful until I made a couple of adjustments. It gave me a flat front just like the chastity belt.
“OK, it is time to put on your corset.” She had me step into it and pull it up. I put my arms through the shoulder straps. Even with the laces let out all the way, it was a bit of a struggle to put it on. It had a built-in bra with inserts already filling it. The corset was very heavy and quite thick. I hoped that I would not be spending too much time in it. She pulled my wrists to the lacing bar and secured them. Soon I was up on my toes. She helped me step into the pink pumps, and that eased some of the strain on my arms.
“This is gong to take a while to get laced, so don’t grow impatient.”
I felt her pull the laces snug in back. The corset was really part dress and part corset. It had two sets of laces that ran all the way down the back. The first set of laces tightened the back from the top down to the hips. The second set tightened from the hips to the bottom edge. In front from the hips up was a busk closure. Below that were more laces. The bottom laces could be left unlaced to allow for a bit of movement of the legs. If they were fully laced, they would hobble the wearer. This corset was definitely going to limit my movement. I knew after wearing this corset for any length of time that my regular corsets were going to feel like I was practically wearing nothing.
She adjusted the shoulder straps so that it was positioned correctly. Once it was, she took the laces and pulled and pulled. She alternated working on the upper laces and lower laces. It was really starting to compress me. I was not used to having compression over my whole chest. The shoulder straps helped to hold my body completely erect. Finally she said, “That’s enough for now. I’m going to let the corset form to your body for a bit.” She moved the full length mirror so that I could see my self. “What do you think?”
“Wow, it looks great!” I said, “but it is truly going to be a punishment to wear. I won’t be able to bend anything but my arms, knees and ankles. I hope you won’t make me wear it very often.”
Kathleen smiled at that and said, “I love the way it pulls you in and holds you up straight and tall. Oh, there is something else I almost forgot. She opened another box and pulled out a matching pink leather posture collar. Isn’t this pretty? My friend made this and a couple of other accessories too.” She fit the posture collar around my neck and locked it in back. “There, now you will hold your head up straight too. I will be back in a few minutes to tighten it some
more.” She hugged me around my tiny waist and kissed me before she left.
All I could do was close my eyes or stare at myself in the mirror. My life had certainly taken a dramatic turn. Could I ever go back to the way things were? Did I want too? Part of me wanted to have my freedom back, but part of me loved all of this. I heard Kathleen moving around and then she was quiet for a while.
Eventually, she came back in with a glass of water and a straw. It tasted good. “Don’t drink too much. It will be a while before you can use the bathroom.” She untied the upper laces and pulled them in some more. It felt like I was being crushed inside a big trash compactor. “This corset is much harder to lace than your other ones. It is so much longer and the material is so thick. I think the pink leather looks sexy, what do you think? Would you rather have one in a different color?”
“I think it is tight enough. If you pull me any tighter, my eyeballs are going to pop out the top of my head.”
“Don’t be such a baby. There is still a wide gap in the back here. What do you think of the color?”
“I like it. In fact, I think we should get a matching one for you. I think you would enjoy wearing it. I think I would enjoy lacing you into it.”
“Is that so? Well in that case, let me show you a couple of the extra features and accessories that came with this one.” She unlaced the bottom laces and pulled them tight in back. Next, she squatted down in front of me and tightened the laces at the bottom front of it. She came back around behind me and really pulled the laces in back. It was getting difficult to breath. I could only take short breaths. She tied off the laces and said, “That ought to do it. It is not fully tightened, but it is the tightest you have ever been laced.” She measured around my waist and smiled at me.
“What is the measurement?” I asked.
“You don’t need to know. Let me show you one other accessory that came with the dress,” she said as she lowered the lacing bar. I could feel the blood flowing back into my arms, hands and shoulders. It felt good. “One of the features is the front laces. I tightened them all the way so that you can see what it feels like to wear a hobble skirt. “I’m going to release your hands, and I want you to walk around, or at least give it a try.”
The bottom of the corset prevented me from moving my legs very much. I could really only bend my knees. I could only take the smallest of steps, especially in the pink heels.
“Perfect. This punishment is all about limiting your movement. I have one more accessory that you might find amusing.” She opened one more box. Inside this one was a pink leather tube with laces and straps. She went behind me with it. I tried to turn around to see what she was doing, but was unable to do that. “Put both your arms behind your back and put your palms together.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to use the cane on your calves if you don’t do what I ask.”
I meekly did as I was told. I felt her pull something up my arms. She put two straps over my head and crossed them at my chest. “This is an arm binder. It will hold your arms straight behind you. Once I have you laced into this, you can forget about unlacing yourself. If it is worn properly, there is no way to escape from it without help. It has straps and laces. I can tighten it so much that your arms will be pinned together all the way from your palms past your elbows. We’ll have to work on your flexibility before we try anything like that. For today, we’ll just make it good and snug. You said you wanted strict bondage, so that is what you are getting. How do you like it so far?”
“I’m thinking that maybe I should have taken the cane or the crop.”
She came around front and put her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her. She bent down and kissed me hard. “This is fun too. I like lacing you all nice and tight and making you even more helpless than usual.” She went behind me and finished lacing the arm binder as tightly as she wanted it. It was much tighter than was comfortable for me, but I knew better than to complain. It was really straining my shoulders, upper back and arms.
“Hey look there is one more box that I have not opened yet. I wonder what could be inside of it. Let’s find out. Oh gosh, aren’t you excited Jo?”
“Not exactly,” I answered truthfully.
“That is not the answer I was expecting.” She opened the box and pulled out a matching pink leather hooded mask with laces in back. It had a blond pony tail coming out the top of it. “Let’s put this on and see how it fits.” She unlocked the posture collar and removed it.” I rolled my head around to work some of the kinks out of it. She pulled the hood over my head and down over my face. It had smoked glass lenses which made it hard to see. The hood did not cover my mouth. I presumed it came with a matching gag, but I knew better than to ask. She tugged and pulled until she had it positioned correctly. “How does that feel?” she asked.
“I think it is in the right position,” I answered.
She went behind me and pulled the laces to tighten it. When she was done, it was snug, but not too bad.
“Lift your chin.” I did and felt her pull the posture collar around my neck again and lock it in back. “With the collar in place, you won’t be able to remove the hood. It comes with different lenses. Let me show you the dark ones.”
She removed the ones that were on it, and I could see clearly until she replaced them with the dark ones. Once those were in place, I could not see anything. It was completely dark. I felt her attach something to my upper body.
“I’m tying you off to the lacing bar, so you won’t fall over. You might lose your balance since you can’t see. I want you to work on your voice lessons while I do some other things.” She put some headphones on me and turned on my voice lessons. I was completely isolated from the rest of the world. It was a bit scary. I think she knew this because she would occasionally touch my arm or face so that I knew she was still there.
After I had worked through several lessons, she removed the headset. “Don’t whine, but tell me how you are doing?”
“I ache all over. If you are going to keep me like this longer, can you help me to lie down for a few minutes? I think that would help a lot.” She kissed me, untied me from the lacing bar and helped me into the bedroom. She put me on the bed on my side and then lay down next to me. “How does that feel??
“Much better, thank you.”
She kissed me some more and ran her hands over my leather clad body. “That pink leather is really sexy. Maybe when I let you out of there you will want to play with me some more.” She removed the posture collar and put a pillow under my head. “You lie here for a while. You can take a nap if you feel like it.”
I didn’t think I would be able to nap, but I felt her shaking me and saying, “wake up sleepy head. You are going to sleep the whole day away.” She loosened and removed the arm binder. My muscles sprang back to their normal position. She removed the leather mask. The cool air felt good on my face. She loosened the laces at the bottom of the corset so that I could move my legs some more. She rolled me on my stomach and then loosened the laces on the back of the corset. It felt great to get that thing off of me. She stood me up and helped me get my balance, then helped me to take it off. “You are all sweaty, let’s take a quick shower and get you cleaned up.”
It felt great to be completely naked for once. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see the marks that were left on my body by the corset. There were indentations from the corset’s bones.
I sat down to use the bathroom even though I could have stood up. I hoped that would win me some favor. When the water was warm enough, we got in the shower. I stood there while she washed my hair and my body. What a great feeling. I was hard as a rock. She hung my wash cloth on my hard on and handed me another one so that I could wash her. I loved washing her hair and beautiful body. I tried to get something started in the shower but she slapped my penis and said,
“You’ll have to wait for that.”
She took me into the sewing room and laced me into one of my new corsets. Soon I was wearing stockings and heels. I could see myself in the mirror. I still had a hard on. Kathleen picked up her riding crop while I wasn’t looking and gave my penis a whack right near the head. I screamed like a girl. Damn that hurt, but it made me shrink enough that she could put the gaff back on.
With the chastity belt and thigh bands removed, I was able to wear some pretty panties. The gaff gave me a nice smooth front. She released me from the lacing bar and had me lie down on our bed. She put on a bra that matched my panties and put the false breasts in it. She took out several lengths of rope and wrapped it around my arms carefully coiling and tightening it as she went. It was like a rope arm binder that fused my forearms together behind my back. Next she tied my thighs together with more rope and then she started at my ankles and worked her way slowly up my calves. When she was done, I was quite helpless. As if this was not enough, she brought my ankles up behind my back and tightly tied them to my hands completing the hog tie.
“That’s one of the prettiest rope jobs I have ever done. Stay right there while I go get my camera.” I tried to get loose when she left the room, but there was no slack and no way that I could budge the ropes. I was stuck. She came in and began taking pictures.
“You aren’t done with your punishment yet. I’m going to leave you hog tied like that while I go out and do some things. I hope you don’t mind.”
She got herself dressed to the nines. She wore a black bra with matching black garter belt, stockings and panties. She put on a short black dress and her black patent leather fuck me pumps. With her pale complexion and red hair, she looked like something out of a magazine.
“I’ll be thinking about you while I am out. When I come back, I’m going to want a good hard fucking, so you better not make yourself come while I’m gone. If you do, it will be a very, very, very long time before I let you out of your belt again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. That made her smile. She gave me a kiss on the cheek then checked my arms, feet and hands to make sure that my circulation had not been cut off. “I don’t want you making any noise, so open your mouth.” She inserted a ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my neck. “I’ll be back in a few hours. You behave yourself.”
With that she turned out the lights and was gone. I heard her lock the front door and could hear her heels as she walked outside the apartment and down the stairs. I heard her car start and drive away. I lay there in the dark for a long time. I tried to sleep, but I was too uncomfortable. I rolled on my side, but that did not really help. My mind was racing. What if she gets in an accident or something bad happens to her. How long can I survive being tied up like this? It made me very nervous to have her leave me like this.
Just then, I heard somebody knock on the door. When there was no answer, they knocked again. In my mind, I kept pleading with them to go away. After knocking a couple more times, I heard something that sounded like a key in the door. It took a while to get the door open, so I wondered if somebody had picked the lock. The door was opened quietly and then shut. I rolled onto my side to try and make myself disappear into the bed. I could see a flashlight shining around in the other room and could hear somebody searching for something. The burglar went into the sewing room next and looked around some more. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was desperately trying to free myself, but I was tied too well.
I could hear the burglar coming toward the bedroom. I saw the light searching. Suddenly the burglar turned the corner into the bedroom and the light locked onto my eyes blinding me. I was struggling for all I was worth, but to no avail. The burglar kept the light shining in my eyes the left. Suddenly the light was in my eyes again. The leather hood was pulled over my head and secured in place. The dark lenses were in place, so I was blind. I was still struggling when I felt the crop slash my thigh. I heard the burglar whisper, “stop struggling, you can’t get away. I’m not going to hurt you.” I stopped my struggling and felt hands run up and down my body. “You look so hot and tasty all tied up and wearing that corset. I’m going to remove your gag. If you scream, I will stick you with a knife. You will bleed to death before anybody finds you.”
The ball gag was removed. I remained silent. I felt the burglar touch the ropes behind my back. The rope that secured my feet to my hands was untied. I heard the rustling of clothes and felt some weight on the bed. I was rolled over onto my back and I found my head pinned between a pair of knees.
“Lick me.” I felt a warm and wet pussy pressing on my mouth. I felt a huge relief knowing that the burglar was female and not male. I felt a slight swat with the crop and knew that I would not be able to resist, so I began to lick. She moaned. “That feels good, keep it up.”
I used all my tricks to please her. I didn’t want her to hurt me. She ran her hands down my corseted body and along my stockings. She lay on top of me and pulled down my panties. “What is this?” She pulled down the gaff and pulled out my penis which sprang to life. “You’re a man. Oh, this is so hot.” She orgasmed right after that, but kept herself firmly on my tongue. She played with my penis with her hand, then I felt her lick it. She knew how to keep me on the edge without letting me cum. “I saw the chastity belt in the next room. Does she make you wear that all the time?”
“Yeth,” I answered without stopping. She tasted so sweet and it felt so good to have my penis touched.
“If you were my boyfriend, I’d keep this big monster locked up all the time too. I wouldn’t want anybody else to play with it. Too bad for her that she wasn’t smart enough to keep it locked. Maybe I will take you home to my house and keep you. Would you like that?”
“No, I love her. I want to stay with her.”
“That’s too bad. You have a really talented tongue. I wish my man could do this for me.” She had another orgasm.
“I better get going. I don’t want to get caught. You have licked me so well, I think I should let you come.”
“Would you like that?”
“Yeth, please,” I pleaded.
She went down on me with a gusto and pumped me with her hand. She clamped down on the base to make it last a little longer. When I came, it was very powerful. If felt like I let go a gallon of sperm into her warm mouth.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You taste good, and have a very talented tongue. If she ever lets you go, I will find you and take you for my own. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer to play.”
She rolled me back on my stomach and tied my hands to my feet in a hog tie. She put the ball gag back in my mouth and secured it behind my head. I heard her get dressed and then look around some more. She kissed me on my mouth and around the gag as well as she could.
“See ya later.”
I heard her leave and lock the door.
I was sweaty and exhausted and scared. I was startled awake sometime later by the sound of high heels walking past the window. I heard a key in the lock and Kathleen said, “Hi honey, I’m home. Hey, what the hell?” She ran into the bedroom and removed the gag. She began removing the collar and mask.
“Are you OK?”
“Someone broke into the apartment.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“What is all over your face?”
“The burglar’s pussy juice. She sat on my face and forced me to lick her.”
“Didn’t you resist?”
“I tried, but she used your crop on me.” She pulled the mask off of me. She looked at me and said, “I only see one mark on you. How many times did she hit you?”
“Just once, I knew she would beat me senseless if I resisted.”
Kathleen’s face was beat red. “I’ll kill that bitch if I ever catch her. What is all over my bed spread and all over your penis? Did you cum? I told you not to cum while I was out.” She was really pissed now. “Answer me, did you?”
“Yes,” I said weekly.
“Did she fuck you?”
“No, she gave me a blow job.”
“You fucking whore!!! I can’t believe you licked her pussy and let her give you a blow job. You are going back in the belt and I’m never letting you out!” she screamed.
“Kathleen, you left me here hog tied. I had no way to resist. She had a knife and said she would kill me if I made any noise.”
“She had a knife?”
“Yes, she stuck the point of it on my neck so I knew she was serious. Please don’t ever leave me alone like that. You have no idea how scared I was.” I started crying.
She loosened the hog tie allowing my knees to straighten. She was working on loosening the ropes on my arms and was kissing me on the face. She told me she was sorry for leaving me here that way.
“I won’t ever leave you alone hog tied again. That was not fair to you, and was downright dangerous. You could have been killed. I’m so glad that you were not hurt.” She lay down beside me and pulled me close pushing my head into her breasts to comfort me. I had stopped crying by then. When we were both calmed down, she untied my legs. “Let’s look around and see what is missing.”
“Aren’t you going to call the police?”
“No. I don’t think you want to deal with that kind of embarrassment. I think I know who it was anyway. I know what she was after.”
“What was it?”
“Don’t worry about it. It isn’t important.”
“Let’s go take a shower and go to bed. I’m exhausted.”
We washed each other. She paid special attention to my penis which rose to the occasion.
“Well it looks like this still works.” She stopped too soon, and slapped my hands away when I tried to finish.
We got out of the shower and dried off. I found myself on the lacing bar and was soon tight laced again. True to her word, the chastity belt and thigh bands were next. “You came without my permission, so this is going to stay in place for a long time. You need to learn to control yourself, or I will control you.” She took the key and put it on a chain around her neck. There was no way I was going to get access to that key.
I didn’t argue. I knew she was right, but I dreaded the damn belt. I grunted as she pushed home the rear plug and locked it into place.
When the last lock was in place, she kissed me on the lips and said, “Now you are all locked up safe. We don’t have to worry about you getting yourself into trouble any more.” She lowered me from the lacing bar and took me by the hand. We both put on night gowns and climbed into bed. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close into her bosom. It felt very warm and safe there.
Day 16 – Sunday
We woke up late in the morning. She was kissing my neck and shoulders. I rolled over to face her and began kissing her neck. I could see the key on the chain around her neck. That was frustrating. I was trying to get hard, but the penis tube prevented me. She pushed me down so that I could use my mouth on her breasts. I licked and sucked my way down her belly until I reached her pussy. She rolled on her back and used my head to steer my tongue. She wrapped her long beautiful legs around me so that I was held firmly in place. After I licked her to a couple of orgasms, she was ready to get up.
We got out of bed and did our morning routine. I was very tightly laced into the pink corset. She locked the strap around me and I was nice and secure in the corset. While I was still strapped to the lacing bar, she picked up her cane. Without any warning, she gave me five hard strokes with it. I felt like she had poured gasoline on my backside and lit it. Damn I hated that thing. She put it away and took my face in her hands and kissed me. “That was for cumming
without permission. Don’t you ever cheat on me again! I don’t want you licking any other pussy but mine. If I ever catch you between another girl’s legs, I will hog tie you and throw you out in the roughest part of town wearing nothing but your chastity belt. I’ll make sure to remove your rear shield to give easy access to whoever finds you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I did not fight back more and came without your permission.”
She left me hanging there for a while. She came back with some ointment to put on the welts on my backside. She lowered me from the lacing bar. I was dressed in sheer black stockings, black five inch heels and a very short black satin dress with stiff petticoats that made the skirt stick out straight. She tied a little apron around my waist.
“I bought this outfit so you could play maid, but since the apartment is trashed from last night’s burglary, I’ll let you work to clean the place up. You like being my maid and serving me don’t you.”
“Yes,” I had to admit.
“Good. Well maid, why don’t you make us some breakfast and then get to work cleaning up the place. I’m going to look around and see if I can figure out if anything is missing.”
“Oui madam,” I said in my best French accent.
This got a little smile out of her as I went to start breakfast.
I called her when breakfast was ready.
“Did you figure out if anything was missing?”
“Not yet. All my drawings were scattered around. Did you see her with a bag or hear her pick anything up when she was in the other room?”
“No, and she blinded me with the flashlight and then put the mask on me so I could not see her.”
I served Kathleen her breakfast at the table and left mine on the kitchen counter to eat.
“Aren’t you going to join me at the table?”
“I think the maid is supposed to eat in the kitchen, and I am afraid to try to sit down. My bottom is still very sore.”
“I gave you something to think about. Hopefully you will remember your lesson. I’m not sure which will be the better lesson. The caning or your prolonged chastity. I am not going to let you out of that belt for a long time.”
I pouted a bit while I ate my breakfast. I didn’t know why I should be punished when I was practically raped, but I knew better than to argue about something like this. I was pretty sure that I could gain early release by behaving and pleasing her.
We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence. When we were done, I cleaned up the dishes and then began cleaning up the living room and bedroom. When I was done with those, I went into the sewing room to help. Kathleen had it cleaned up by then. I helped her with the last few things.
“I didn’t find anything missing, but all my designs have been scattered, so I know she has looked at them all. I will have to start locking this stuff up in my safe. Well my little French Maid, why don’t you get to work dusting and vacuuming the apartment? When you are done with that, you can scrub the bathrooms and then do the laundry. That should keep you busy so you don’t have to sit down on your sore bottom.”
“Oui, Madam,” I said in my phony accent.
“I am enjoying having a maid around here. If you aren’t careful, you might find yourself in that outfit a lot more than you want.”
Kathleen read the Sunday paper at the kitchen table and drank her coffee while I did my best to clean. At least the five inch heels helped me to reach the high places when I dusted. I caught her looking at me lustfully while I was cleaning. I made sure to put on a good show for her. I know how much it turns me on to see the top of a girl’s stockings under a short skirt. I did my best to show off my stocking tops to her. I think I was having the desired affect.
It was not easy to vacuum in the heels and corset. It took quite a bit of effort. I took the time to straighten my stockings. When I did, Kathleen got up and went into the bedroom. When she returned a few minutes later, she grabbed me from behind while I was not looking. I was pulled over to the kitchen table. She used some rope to tie my hands securely behind my back and bent me over the kitchen table. She unlocked the rear shield and removed it.
“If you are going to tease me like a slut, I’m going to treat you like a slut.” She unlocked the cable that connected the thigh cuffs and then tied my ankles to the table legs. I tried to look behind me to see what she had in mind, but she kept me pinned to the table. I felt something push against my rectum and knew she was going to fuck me from behind. She slowly pushed all the way into me making me groan.
Her voice was low and husky. “You are such a slut. I love you so much.” She was really starting to pound my ass. She was panting and moaning. All I could do was lay there and take it. My dick was trying to get hard, but it could not in the confines of the chastity belt. I wish she would remove the belt and stroke me or impale herself on my penis. She brought herself to orgasm and collapsed on top of me pressing me into the table. She nibbled on my ear and said, “You can be my slut any time you want. I love having you here.”
“I love belonging to you and being your little slut.”
She picked herself off of me and let me rest there while she cleaned herself up. When she came back she untied my ankles and locked the hated rear shield and plug back in me. She re-locked the cable between my thigh cuffs hobbling me again. She untied my hands and helped me to stand up. She smacked me on my bottom and with a smile on her face said, “Get back to work maid.”
I smiled back and said, “Oui, Madam!”
I finished vacuuming and cleaning the house and then scrubbed both bathrooms from top to bottom. It was very hard to do in the corset and heels. When I was done with the bathrooms, I was hungry for some lunch. I made lunch and called Kathleen in from the sewing room to eat. My feet and ankles were hurting from being on them all day. I thought I might try sitting down. It felt good to be off my feet, but my bottom was still sore from the caning. Sitting down also forced the plug deeper into me. I did my best to enjoy a light lunch while dealing with the discomfort.
“I thought maids were supposed to eat in the kitchen,” she said half joking. “How is your bottom?”
“My feet were hurting more than my butt, but it is pretty sore. Especially since you bent me over the kitchen table and used me. I’m not used to that.”
“Well, you better get used to it. It is the only penetration sex you are going to have for a while. It makes me feel so powerful when I take you like that. You shouldn’t have been such a tease. You knew what you were doing when you flaunted your tiny waist and your garters, stockings and heels. I just gave you what you deserved. From the way you were moving and groaning, I know that you loved it too, didn’t you?”
“I like when you tie me up and make me helpless. It will take me a while to get used to the dildo, if I ever do. I think I would like it a lot more if you would stroke my penis while you were doing that, but I know I’ll have to wait a while for that.” I couldn’t believe my own ears, but I was telling the truth.
“Do you want to come with me to run errands, or would you like to stay here and finish up the laundry while I go out? I won’t hog tie you this time. You can just relax and read a book or watch TV.”
“If you don’t mind, I would like to just stay here and relax. I have not really had any time to myself for the past couple of weeks. I have been thinking about writing down all the things that have happened between us since this all started. What do you think?”
“I think it would make for a pretty sordid story, but I would love to read your take on how your life has changed and what you are feeling. Maybe we should set aside some time everyday to let you work on that.”
With that, she got up from the table and went into the bedroom. She came back with the ball gag and some black cuffs and chains.
“I said I wouldn’t hog tie you, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t put you into some bondage. Let me see your ankles. She locked some leather cuffs around my ankles. They had about an 8 inch silver chain that separated them.
“This hobble chain will keep you from thinking about running away. Open up wide.” I did and the ball gag was put in there and pulled tight behind my head. I heard the snap of a small lock as she locked it in place. “That will keep you from calling up any of your girlfriends. If the burglar should come back, dial my cell phone. I will come home immediately. I’ll leave you to clean up the dishes and do the laundry.” She kissed me on the cheek and headed out the door.
The hobble chain really slowed my movement. I had to take baby steps to do everything. After cleaning up the kitchen, I slowly made my way into the sewing room to use my computer. I became engrossed in writing down all the things that had happened to me. I worked on it for several hours until I heard the front door being unlocked. I was hoping it was Kathleen. I hurried as quickly and quietly as I could to try to see who it was. My heart was racing. The hobble chain jingled as I walked. As I peeked my head around the corner to see who had come in, Kathleen yelled “Boo!!!” and grabbed me at the same time. I practically jumped out of my skin.
She thought this was really funny and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. I wasn’t amused, but could not say anything with the ball gag in place. “I think I’ll leave the gag in place until you stop being mad at me. Come help me put everything away.”
She brought everything up from the car and I helped her put it away. She kept me hobbled and gagged. After putting everything away, I pointed at the gag and the ankle chains.
She ignored me and took me by the hand into the sewing room. I hobbled after her as quickly as I could. I found that I could move faster if I just let the toes of my shoes hit the floor. This was hard to do in the skyscraper heels and carpeted floor. She sat down in front of my computer and pulled me onto my lap so that I was sitting on one of her legs.
“Let’s see what you have written so far.” She read my story while I sat there re-reading it myself. She put one hand up my skirt and ran her hand up and down my stocking clad legs. She worked her hand higher and played with my stocking tops, garters and tickled my inner thighs. This was really driving me crazy. My breathing was accelerating. I tried to push her hand away but she gave me ‘the look’, which meant that if I didn’t want a session with the cane or crop I had better keep my hands neatly folded on my lap.
I could tell by her breathing that she was getting excited too. When she was done reading she said, “That was well written. I’m glad to read that you are enjoying what has happened so far and that we seem to share the same kinks. Would you like me to remove your gag?” I nodded my head. She took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the gag. She pulled it out of my mouth and I worked my jaw. It felt good to be able to close my mouth.
“Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told and I felt something cold against my wrist and then heard the ratchet sound of handcuffs and felt her tighten them around my wrists. She used the keys to double lock them so they would not be over-tightened. She helped me down onto my knees and put me under the desk. She removed her panties and hiked up her skirt. She put a towel down on the chair and then sat down on it. She rolled the chair under
the desk and pulled my head into her crotch so that I could lick her pussy.
“Lick me while I finish reading what you wrote.” She wrapped her legs around me. With her legs gripping me and my hands cuffed behind my back, I was completely stuck. I went to work pleasing her as much as I could. She had several orgasms while she finished reading. She has strong legs. I was a little bit afraid that she would squeeze my head too hard.
“Ooh, that was good. I’ll have to give you time to finish writing this. Is your dick frustrated right now?”
“Oh yes,” I answered hopefully.
“That’s good. I want to make sure you learn your lesson well. Why don’t you write some more while I order some food?”
She unlocked one of my wrists, and brought my hands in front of me and locked them back together. She used her key to double lock it.
“Aren’t you going to remove the handcuffs so that I can type?”
“No. You can type with them on. After reading your story, I know how bondage turns you on.”
“Crap,” I thought as I sat down. Maybe I could change my story so she would change her mind. Too late now. So much for being honest in my story telling. She left the room. I heard her watch some TV before she finally ordered the food. By the time the door bell rang, I had been typing for a couple of hours. By the time I made my way into the kitchen, she had some Chinese food laid out on the table for us. The office chair was fairly comfortable on my abused bottom. The kitchen chairs were a different story. I sat down carefully.
“Looks like your bottom is still sore. I’ll put some more cream on it before we go to bed. That should help with the healing. I’m glad I waited this morning to use the cane on you. I was so mad last night that I might have given you twenty or more. You would be sore for a long time after that.”
I counted myself fortunate for that.
“Can you unlock my handcuffs so that I can eat?”
“No. It will make you eat more slowly so that you savor each bite. You eat too fast.”
The food was good and we ate in silence enjoying each other’s company. I was still losing weight. I wasn’t sure how low my weight would go. After I ate as much as I could with the tight corset, I watched Kathleen eat. I loved watching her do just about anything. She looked up and caught me staring at her. “What are you looking at?” she said between bites.
A bit embarrassed I replied, “The one person in my life who truly loves me.”
“I just love you for your masculine body,” she teased in her best Scarlett O’Hara voice. “I love how you pick me up, throw me on my bed and ravage me.”
“If you ever let me out of this belt, I’ll do my best to do just that. I would love to have my way with you just once.”
“Maybe I’ll give you a chance some time, but you are going to have to over power me to get on top of me and have your way. You’ll need to be crafty to accomplish that. As we have already found out, I’m stronger than you and a much better wrestler.”
I knew she was right, but it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.
“If you feel like writing some more, why don’t you go back in the sewing room. I’d love to read some more just before bed.” I knew I would be spending some more quality time between her legs tonight. I looked forward to it. If I couldn’t have some pleasure, at least I could make her squirm and moan. I could feel myself trying to get hard just thinking about that. I wrote for a couple more hours while Kathleen sat in the living room and read a book.
Around 9 o’clock, she came into the room and rubbed my shoulders. She kissed me on my neck and ears. She whispered into my ear, “I’m so glad we got your ears pierced. I love seeing you in your pretty ear rings. We’ll have to get some more for you. Get up so that I can sit down and read some more. I’m all wet just thinking about it.”
When I stood up, she unlocked one of my wrists and then cuffed my hands behind my back. She pulled me onto her lap. She sat me on her right leg and supported me with her arm. Her left hand playfully sneaked up my stockings. We were both breathing hard as she read my story and played with my inner thighs, garters and stocking tops. She tapped the chastity belt with her finger nails. I thought I might lose my mind.
When she was done reading, she picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. She unlocked my handcuffs and then pulled the maid’s dress and petticoats off of me. She stripped off her skirt and top and then pushed me onto the bed. She took a large dildo out of a drawer and attached it to the front of my chastity belt and drove herself down on it hard. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra while she rode me. Her big firm breasts swung free and she leaned over so that I could suck on them and fondle them. After her first orgasm, she rolled over on her back and pulled me on top of her.
“Fuck me hard you little slut or I’ll cane your ass until it bleeds!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. She was moaning and screaming like I was killing her, but she had her legs locked tightly around me urging me on. As she had a powerful orgasm, she pulled me tight into her with her arms and legs. I couldn’t move or breathe for a few seconds. She held me there until she fell asleep. I gradually pulled out of her and then rolled off. I got cleaned up, put on a clean night gown and climbed into bed next to her. It wasn’t long until I was asleep too. I left the dildo in place in case she might get mad about me removing it. It felt funny sleeping with it in place.
Day 17 – Monday
When I woke up, Kathleen had her bare breasts poking into my back. She had her hand on the dildo on my chastity belt. “That is quite a big tool you have for being such a sweet little girl.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” I joked back.
“No, just the ones who know how to fuck my brains out with it. That felt really good. I think you like being on top and pretending to be a big man don’t you?”
“It was some of that as well as the threat of the cane. I could easily live the rest of my life without having to feel that thing again,” I shuddered as I said it.
“I know what you mean. My Mom used one on me when I was growing up. She was expert in its use. The few times my Dad came home drunk, I heard her use it on him. He didn’t do that very often.”
“I’ll bet he didn’t.”
“Let’s get up and get this week started. I want to finish the dress tonight. We need to get started on the bridesmaid dresses next. We only have a few weeks until the wedding.”
We got up and did our regular morning clean up. I was laced into the white corset and it was locked into place. Kathleen picked out a nice light blue business suit for me to wear with matching shoes and tan stockings. I had become totally used to wearing the five inch heels. I wondered what it would feel like to go a whole day wearing tennis shoes. After breakfast, she went into the sewing room and began working. I cleaned up the kitchen and brought her a fresh cup of coffee as I joined her in the office.
I sat down at my computer and got to work. We worked the rest of the day stopping only for lunch and a few breaks. I finished up and fixed dinner while Kathleen continued working. We ate our dinner and talked about our plans for finishing the dress tonight and then starting on the rest of the dresses. We cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and Kathleen helped me get out of my business suit.
I changed into my white five inch pumps and walked into the sewing room wearing nothing but the bra with inserts, corset, stockings, chastity belt and shoes.
“Let me measure your waist before we put the dress on you.” She measured my waist and said, “your waist is smaller than what Mary Ann’s will be, so I’m going to lace another corset over the top of this one. That should give you about the right waist size.”
She removed the lock to remove the bulge at the front of the corset. The original white corset I had worn initially was wrapped around me. She laced it snugly without attaching me to the lacing bar. She attached all of its garters to the stockings. I looked in the mirror. It was kind of sexy seeing ten garters on each leg. The two corsets held me rigidly. Kathleen re-measured my waist and said, “that should be perfect.” She had me step into the petticoats and then put the dress on and fastened the buttons in back. I stepped up onto the platform and got to work.
“I could really use your help with the other dresses. I am going to teach you all you need to know to help me, so don’t worry about that.”
“Ok, I’d be glad to help.”
She continued to work for a while and said, “that should do it. Step down carefully and walk around some. I want to watch you walk to the other bedroom and back.” She helped me down and I walked as gracefully as I could to the other room. I walked back and forth and turned around for her. “That is a gorgeous dress if I do say so myself. I never could have done it without your help.” She gave me a hug and a kiss. “Maybe one day I’ll make one for you. Since you are
such a slut, I’ll probably have to make yours in red,” she teased.
I blushed red and didn’t know what to say.
She helped me out of the dress and hung it up. I unlaced the petticoats and stepped out of them. We knocked off early that night. We got into our nightgowns and snuggled on the couch watching a movie. I fell asleep in her arms. She woke me up and put me to bed. When she came to bed, she pulled my face into her bosom and wrapped her arms around me. I quickly fell back asleep.
Day 18 – Tuesday
I woke up first and went to the bathroom. I was finally getting used to sitting down to pee. Kathleen woke up and we completed our morning routine and got to work. A little after five, I was sent out to start dinner.
During dinner I reminded Kathleen that my apartment lease would soon be up, and I didn’t see any point in renewing it. We agreed that I would give my notice. Her lease would be up in a couple of months. We talked about getting a bigger place. I cleaned up after dinner and went into the sewing room to help Kathleen. She had been teaching me about sewing. I helped her lay out the material for the bridesmaid dresses. We laid out the patterns and figured out the size and dimensions. I helped her cut them and she began sewing them together. She let me do some sewing in the areas that would not show so much. I
enjoyed working so close to Kathleen and being able to help her.
Mary Ann was due to be back on Friday, and she was supposed to come by and for a fitting of her dress. She also wanted to see how the bridesmaid dresses were coming along. I was looking forward to seeing her again and so was Kathleen. I was pretty sure that she would be surprised at my appearance when she saw me.
Day 19 – Wednesday
Wednesday night we went to the salon to get our nails done. It was great seeing the girls at the salon. They greeted me like a long lost friend. After getting our nails done, we went out to eat at a steak restaurant. I felt very hungry, but after eating my salad, I could only eat a couple of bites of my steak due to the constriction of the corset. Kathleen told me that was the price I had to pay to look so beautiful. I gave her a dirty look which made her smile.
We got home late and went to bed without working on the dresses. Kathleen had made good progress on them during the day. They should all be done within a week.
Day 21 – Friday
Mary Ann showed up while I was making dinner. I answered the door and she covered her mouth with her hands in surprise. “I can’t believe how good you look. Let’s go inside so I can have a good look at you.” She had me turn around for her. “Wow, you are walking great in those heels. Look how tiny your waist is!”
Kathleen walked into the room and gave Mary Ann a hug. They made small talk about Mary Ann’s trip.
“How did you get him to look so good? I would never have guessed he is a guy. Even his voice sounds like a girl. I’m so impressed.” She put her hands on my waist to feel how small it is. “Wow, she is really tight laced.”
“He is a natural and loves being tight laced and wearing dresses, stockings and heels. He is a real girly man.”
Mary Ann looked at me for confirmation. I was embarrassed, but nodded my head in agreement.
“You said you had finished my dress. I thought you were going to let him out once the dress was finished.”
Kathleen looked at me so that I would answer her.
“I love being with Kathleen. If she wants to keep me in a corset and heels, then I will wear them for her. We seem to enjoy the same kinks. I’d love to get out of the chastity belt, but she says there is no chance of that. Maybe you can slip me the extra key when Kathleen isn’t looking,” I joked.
“You’re wearing the chastity belt too? With the plug?”
“Yes. I really hate that damn plug.”
“I’ll bet. I tried to get an old boyfriend to wear it after he cheated on me. He wanted nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t blame him.”
“Well you both look great and look happy together. Can I see the dress, or do I have to wait until after dinner.”
“You can see it after dinner,” Kathleen said. “I’m hungry, let’s eat.”
I served the girls dinner and then sat down and joined them. We had a bottle of wine with dinner, but did not over indulge like we had three weeks ago. I cleaned up after dinner while the girls chatted about Mary Ann’s trip. After I cleaned up the kitchen we went into the sewing room. Kathleen brought out the wedding dress. Mary Ann almost cried.
“It is so beautiful! I can’t wait to try it on.”
Mary Ann stripped off her t-shirt, shorts and shoes. She was wearing a matching satin bra and thong panty. She was very beautiful. I could feel my penis stir in its prison. Kathleen gave me a look that said, “Don’t get any ideas or I’ll give you a session with the cane.”
“Unless you’ve suddenly lost several inches off your waist, we’ll have to put the corset on you. In fact, it would be a good idea for you to be corseted for the last week or so before your wedding so you can get used to it. Did you bring your corset?”
“Yes, it is in the bag I left by the door. My shoes are in there too.”
Kathleen led her to the lacing bar and strapped her to it before she could protest. She lifted her up onto her toes. Mary Ann complained but Kathleen smacked her on the bottom to silence her. “If you don’t want to feel my crop again, you’ll be a good girl and be quiet.”
I stored that little tidbit of information away. Apparently during their relationship Mary Ann had let her use the crop on her. I retrieved the bag with the shoes and corset. I helped Kathleen pull a corset shield up Mary Ann’s body and then position the corset on her. Kathleen showed me how to properly lace a corset. It was much more fun doing the lacing than being laced. Mary Ann whined a little bit, but we soon had her laced down to 22 inches.
I lowered the lacing bar and Kathleen loosened the cuffs. Mary Ann stepped into her wedding shoes which made us the same height. She stepped into the petticoats and I pulled them up to her waist and tied them off. We put the dress on over her head and fastened the buttons in back. Wow, she looked like a model in the dress. It fit her perfectly. Kathleen turned her around so that she could see herself in the mirror. Mary Ann gushed out how beautiful the dress
was. She hugged and thanked Kathleen and me. Kathleen had her walk around so she could see how the dress looked. There were a couple of things that needed to be adjusted, so Kathleen took some measurements and wrote them down.
When we were done with the fitting, we removed the wedding dress and petticoats, but Kathleen refused to remove the corset. “You need to get used to it. You don’t want to be uncomfortable on your wedding day do you?”
“You can be such a bitch, Kathleen,” she said half jokingly.
“That’s why I’m so popular.”
“I’ll figure out a way to untie the laces when I get home.”
“Let me see some of the bridesmaid dresses.”
Kathleen had me pull one that was finished out of the closet and put it on the dress dummy. They looked at it. Mary Ann was impressed with how it turned out and how pretty the color was.
“Let’s go have another glass of wine and celebrate the completion of the dress,” Mary Ann said. She sat down at the kitchen table and wrote out a check to Kathleen. I didn’t see how much it was, but I suspected it was substantial.
“Joanne, how many hours did you help with the dress? I would like to write you a check too.”
“Gosh, I forgot to keep track. Don’t worry about it. It can be sort of a wedding present to you.”
“Oh no, I promised to pay your for your time.”
Kathleen spoke up, “he was my ‘dummy’ for thirty hours. You owe him about $750.”
“OK, I’ll write him a check.”
Kathleen stopped her and said, “Why don’t you do a little bit of bartering. How much did you pay for the chastity belt when you bought it?”
“Gosh, it was about $1200 with all the accessories, but it is used so it is probably only worth about a two thirds of that.”
“Then why don’t you give him the belt in trade for the time he has worked?”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I asked.
They both looked at me and said “No.”
“Well if it is my belt, then I should be given the extra set of keys. After all, I paid for it.”
“That sounds fair,” Mary Ann said, “you can keep the belt and the second set of keys.” She reached into her purse and gave me a small key ring with several keys on it. This did not make Kathleen happy at all, but we had a point. I stared at the keys for a few minutes not sure what to do with them. Both of the girls were looking at me.
“Since I don’t seem to have pockets in any of my clothes, I’m afraid I might lose these keys. Will you keep them safe for me Kathleen?” I handed them to Kathleen which I could tell pleased her greatly.
After that little bit of drama, we drank some more wine and visited for a while. Finally Mary Ann said she had to go. She thanked us again and gave each of us a hug and kiss on the cheek.
When she was gone, Kathleen pulled me in close and said, “that was very sweet. You will be rewarded for that when your punishment period is up. I need you. Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”
Day 22 – Saturday
After we got cleaned up and dressed, I filled out the paperwork for the apartment complex to give my notice. Kathleen dropped it off at the office for me. We went to my apartment to figure out what we should keep, and what we should give away. It felt very strange to be in my apartment again. I had not been there in over three weeks. We bagged up all of my clothing and put it in trash bags so that it could be donated to a charity. Most of my furniture was second hand,
so we decided to give it away along with a bunch of other stuff. I put all of my keepsakes in one corner. When we stopped for lunch, we went by an office supply store and bought a bunch of moving boxes and tape. We spent the whole day sorting through things. Fortunately I am not a pack rat, so we were pretty close to being finished around dinner time.
We got cleaned up and Kathleen suggested we go out to dinner and a movie. This time Kathleen made me drive my car. It had not been driven in almost a month, so it needed to be done. I was nervous about driving. What if I got pulled over? How would I drive in high heels? I drove carefully to the restaurant.
Kathleen had her hand on my thigh. She hiked up my skirt and was playing with my inner thighs, garters and stocking tops. She loved to torment me. I wanted to push her hand away, but knew that would result in her exposing me more and doing more to drive me crazy. She had worn jeans, so I was not able to gain access to her sensitive areas.
I had a salad for dinner while Kathleen enjoyed a nice juicy steak. She was nice enough to give me a bite. It tasted really good. After dinner we went to a movie. Kathleen made sure we sat in the back in a dark corner. When the movie got started, she started her teasing again. I was squirming with frustration. I can’t even remember most of the movie.
When we got home, I was so frustrated that I pushed here backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
“Oh, so you want to wrestle do you?” She said as she rolled me off of her and rolled on top of me.
“I want you to let me out of this chastity belt so that I can make love to you.”
She kissed me deeply and said, “even though you have been very good, you are still on punishment.”
“When will my punishment be over?”
“After Mary Ann’s wedding.”
“But that is still three weeks away,” I whined.
“I know,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, “I told you that I was going to push your limits and that I would keep you chaste. I also told you that you were going to be punished when you were naughty.”
“Oooh! I’m so frustrated. You drive me crazy!” I yelled.
This made her smile and she drove her tongue into my mouth and kissed me.
She rolled off of me and stripped off her clothes and said, “I think I know how to give you some relief.” She pulled out her strap on dildo and pulled it around her waist. She positioned the dildo so that it was over her clitoris. She rolled me over on my stomach and had me bring my knees up under me so that my rectum was exposed. My skirt was thrown over my head. The back shield and plug were removed. She lubed up the dildo and eased it into me. She lay on top of me so that she could whisper in my ear and kiss my neck and shoulders. “I’m going to fuck you like a bitch in heat.” She turned on the dildo’s
vibrator. It didn’t take long for her to have an orgasm, but she kept going until I had one too. It felt good to have some relief. She rolled me on my back and pulled the strap on dildo off. She ground her pussy into my face and rode me until she was satisfied. After a brief rest, we cleaned up and went to bed.
I nuzzled into her chest and went to sleep with her arms wrapped tightly around me.
Day 28 – Friday
Friday evening the bridesmaids came to our apartment for a fitting of their dresses. I was dressed in a short black dress and wore blacked seamed stockings. Kathleen loved how they looked on my legs and had a hard time keeping her hands off of me. She laced the corset all the way closed, which was 20 inches. She put a wide black leather belt around my waist to show it off. The hem of the dress barely covered my stocking tops and thigh cuffs. I would have to be very
careful when I moved and sat. I hoped that I would not have to squat down.
Around 6 PM the three bridesmaids arrived with Mary Ann in tow. They were all quite attractive. Kathleen tied an apron around my waist and had me serving them wine and snacks while she fitted them into their dresses. At one point, Mary Ann cornered me in the kitchen. She put her hands on my waist from behind and then ran them along the outer edge of the chastity belt. She whispered in my ear, “I’ll bet you are all hot and frustrated in that chastity belt, aren’t you. I love what you have done for Kathleen. I have never seen her so happy.” She moved her hands to my upper thighs to tweak my garters. “You look sooo sexy as a maid. I never thought I would like to see a man dressed so feminine, but it really turns me on. I’m going to have to use my vibrating dildo when I get home tonight. Too bad you won’t have any relief for a couple more weeks.”
She released me and then casually walked back into the sewing room. I stood there for a minute recovering my composure. She looked back over her shoulder and gave me a wink. My imprisoned penis was trying to do the impossible and break out of the steel penis tube, unfortunately it lost the battle.
After fitting all of the bridesmaids, Kathleen asked Mary Ann to try on the dress now that she had made the alterations. Mary Ann undressed and was attached to the lacing bar. This made the bridesmaids giggle. They had never seen this done before.
When Mary Ann was stretched up tall, Kathleen asked if anybody wanted to spank her. Kathleen pulled down her thong panties and gave her half a dozen good whacks with her bare hand. That was all it took to encourage the other girls. They each took turns until her bottom was a nice shade of red. Mary Ann struggled and squealed and yelled at them to stop, but they just ignored her.
When they were done, Kathleen fit the corset on her and laced it up nice and tight. She lowered the lacing bar and had Mary Ann step into her white shoes. Kathleen released her wrists and helped her into the petticoats and dress. All of the girls complimented Kathleen on how pretty the dress was. Kathleen and Mary Ann were both satisfied that the dress was ready and fit perfectly. Mary Ann hugged Kathleen and gave her a kiss. She hugged and kissed me too.
One of the girls suggested we go out and have a few drinks to celebrate. I was hoping that I would not have to go. I was nervous going out with such a large group of girls. Kathleen helped Mary Ann out of the wedding dress, but refused to let her out of the corset again. “You need to practice wearing it.”
“Bitch,” was all Mary Ann said in reply as she pouted.
Kathleen untied my apron and told me to go freshen my makeup. I was afraid of that. When I came back, the girls were finishing up a glass of wine. Since I had not been drinking, I became the designated driver. Mary Ann had one of those giant SUVs. She tossed me the keys and said, “I gave you all the keys to your belt. You won’t find any more on that key ring.”
One of the girls asked her what she meant. Kathleen spoke up and said that I was a naughty girl sometimes, and that I was required to wear a chastity belt at all times. The girls laughed because they didn’t believe it.
I drove to a dance club that was not too far away. We got lots of comments and whistles as we walked in the place. There was a large round booth overlooking the dance floor. Kathleen made me scoot in all the way to the middle so that I would be surrounded by all the girls. Two of the bridesmaids sat on either side of me. They had not met me before, so they questioned me about how Kathleen and I met. One asked me how I kept my waist so small. I told her I was tightly corseted like Mary Ann. They asked me if I had a boyfriend. I told them no, and said that I preferred girls. This prompted one of them to put her hand on my thigh and ease it up my stocking clad leg. I tried to stop her, but she reached the thigh band before I could.
“What is that?” Her hand explored the connecting cable and the other thigh band. I told her they were thigh bands and were attached to my chastity belt. The girl on my other side casually put her hand in my lap and explored the front plate. The other girl traced the chain from the thigh bands to my waist.
“You really are in a chastity belt! Where do you keep the key?”
“I don’t have the keys. Kathleen keeps them for me. See the one she wears on the chain around her neck?”
They both looked at Kathleen who was casually playing with the key while she talked to Mary Ann and the other girl.
Right then Mary Ann looked at everyone and said, “let’s go hit the dance floor.” I was glad that Kathleen had been teaching me to dance. I felt much more comfortable out there. After dancing through several songs, a slow one was played. Kathleen grabbed Mary Ann and pulled her close. One of the bridesmaids grabbed me and the other two bridesmaids danced together. The girl I danced with held me close. She pretended to rub my back while we danced, but she was really exploring the chastity belt and corset. Several times my eyes locked with Kathleen’s or Mary Ann’s. They were having a good time. I relaxed and did the same.
After the slow song, we went back to the table to have some drinks and cool off. I scooted into the back of the booth and the two bridesmaids were on either side of me. As soon as they scooted next to me, they put their hands between my legs and started their teasing and exploration. They talked casually while driving me crazy. When they asked me questions, the best I could answer was ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
Mary Ann and Kathleen kept the men away since all the girls had steady boyfriends. Since I was the only sober one, I drove the big truck and brought each girl safely home. When we dropped off the last girl, Kathleen had me bring her and Mary Ann back to our apartment. They were sitting in the backseat making out. I started to watch them in the rear view mirror, but was afraid that I would wreck the truck.
When we got back to the apartment, Kathleen asked me to make some more drinks. The girls sat down at the kitchen table. When I served the drinks, Mary Ann pulled me onto her lap and put her hand under my skirt and tickled my inner thighs.
“Why don’t you take the belt off of him and let him have some fun?” Mary Ann asked.
“Because he was bad and is being punished. I also don’t want to tempt you to be unfaithful to your fiancé.”
“You are such a party pooper,” Mary Ann said as she pouted.
“I still have the strap on. Joanne has grown to like that, haven’t you?”
I blushed and hung my head and said, “yes.”
“We have the strap on that fits the front of his chastity belt too, if you want to try that. He is not going to put his dick into anyone but me, and I’m going to make him wait for that privilege.”
“I just wanted to see what it would feel like to have sex with a man who looked and acted so much like a woman. Is he gentle?”
“He is very gentle, and also has a very skilled tongue, which I am not going to let him use on you either. It is one thing to kiss him, but it is another to have him go down on you or fuck you. You know how jealous I can be.”
“Can I say something?” I asked.
“No!” they said in unison.
Mary Ann still had me on her lap and continued to tickle between my thighs. Being there between these two beautiful women was really frustrating. After thinking about it for a while Mary Ann said, “would it be OK if I try the one that fits on the front of his chastity belt? I’m really horny.”
Kathleen pulled me off her lap as she stood up. She took me by the hand and pulled me into our bedroom and locked the door. She looked down at me and said, “Mary Ann and I have been lovers for a long time. We are not in love with each other, we are just really good friends. I love you. You are mine. If you are willing, I would like you to put on the dildo and let her use you in that way. Don’t worry, I will be right there with you. Can you do that for me?”
“I have always believed in being monogamous. I don’t want this to come between us. I’m scared this will jeopardize our relationship.”
She pulled me close and hugged me. Then she leaned me back and kissed me. “I hope your tongue is well rested because it is going to get a work out tonight.” Kathleen opened the door and called Mary Ann into the room. Mary Ann held my head in both of her hands and gently kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist. I loved feeling the corset under her dress. I unbuttoned the back of her dress and she let it fall off her shoulders and onto the ground. I unfastened her bra and she let that fall to the floor. I cupped one of her breasts and gently played with her nipples. Mary Ann looked so hot in
the corset. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my dress. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Mary Ann unhooked my bra and removed it. She threw it and hit Kathleen with it.
I glanced over at Kathleen. She was sitting on the bed completely naked, rubbing her breasts as well as fingering herself. She was smiling at us.
Mary Ann wrapped her arms around me again and pressed her breasts into my chest. Our corsets were touching. She ran her leg between mine. The sensation of the stockings sliding against each other was very sensuous. We ran our hands over each other exploring. She gently pushed me so that I could sit on the bed. “Lie down on your back honey.” I kicked my shoes off my feet and scooted up on the bed so that my head was close to the top of the bed. Mary Ann climbed on top of me and kissed me some more, rubbing her breasts on me and letting me suck on them.
Kathleen reached into the drawer and pulled out the dildo for the front of the chastity belt. Mary Ann attached it to the front. Instead of mounting it, she proceeded to lick it and suck on it while maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. My poor imprisoned dick wanted to be let loose so badly. I had tears of frustration rolling down my face.
Kathleen leaned over and kissed me on the mouth then whispered, “it won’t be much longer until I let you out, but it won’t be tonight.”
Mary Ann mounted the dildo slowly and let out a moan. “Oh, this is so hot. You are so sexy in your lingerie with that big monster of yours safely locked away.”
It didn’t take her long to orgasm. She collapsed on top of me to rest for a minute. After resting, she sat up and began to ride me again. Kathleen decided that she needed some attention, so she mounted my face so that she and Mary Ann faced one another. I heard them kissing and moaning. Mary Ann said, “oh, suck my nipples, oh yes that feels so good. Oh, don’t stop!”
I felt Mary Ann and then Kathleen both shudder in orgasm. Kathleen squeezed my head so hard I thought it might pop between her thighs. I wanted to watch the two of them, but all I could see was Kathleen’s backside, so I had to be satisfied with listening to them please themselves and each other.
Eventually, Mary climbed off of me exhausted. Kathleen moved down to the dildo and mounted it while Mary Ann lay beside me and watched. Kathleen leaned forward so that we could both suck on one of her nipples. This drove her to new heights of ecstasy. She had a powerful orgasm and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while caressing each other until we all fell asleep.
Day 29 – Saturday
When I woke up, I was spooning Mary Ann and Kathleen was spooning me. I felt so good. I lay there for a while thinking about all the stuff that had happened and how there wasn’t much I would change if I could. Eventually the girls began to stir. We got up and got undressed. Kathleen unlocked the rear shield of my belt and removed it. I gave myself my morning enemas, while the girls got into the shower to clean up.
When I was done, they were waiting for me to come into the shower. They scrubbed me from top to bottom and then accosted me with their bodies and hands. It felt so good and so bad at the same time. Kathleen had the key to my frustration hanging between her firm breasts. I wanted to reach up and snatch it, but that would make the magic end.
When they were done teasing me, we rinsed off and then dried each other off. Kathleen led me to the lacing bar and soon had me strapped in. She showed Mary Ann how she laced me down to such tiny proportions. They put some sheer stockings on my legs.
“Did you know that he is very, very ticklish?” Kathleen said.
“Let’s find out how ticklish.” They tickled me while I was completely helpless, and did not relent until I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. Kathleen let Mary Ann pick out something for me to wear. She came back with a short and very feminine pink dress. She helped me put it on and step into the matching shoes. It had a belt that Mary Ann pulled in tight to accentuate my waist.
I made breakfast while the two girls put on their makeup and got dressed. We ate together and then Mary Ann said she needed to get home to take care of a few things.
After she left, I asked Kathleen to tell me about their relationship.
She said, “like I told you last night, we are very good friends, and enjoy each other’s company, but were not in love. We have good sexual chemistry as you experienced last night. We both like men and women, and we decided that a relationship between us would not work out since we both want to have kids. Thank you for sharing me with her last night. I have to admit that I was a little bit jealous, when I saw you two making out, but it was also a real turn on.”
“I was jealous of the two of you together as well, but I’ve always wanted to watch two women together like that.”
“From now on, I won’t make out with her unless you are there. You better not either. If I catch you alone with her, I’ll keep that chastity belt locked up for a year.”
“Are you really going to keep me locked up until her wedding? That is still two weeks away.”
“I am, and if you keep asking about it, I will extend your time in it. Get your purse; I want you to do something you promised me a while back.”
We were out the door, got in her car and headed down the road. We stopped in front of a tattoo parlor.
“I don’t think I promised anything about tattoos. I don’t like them,” I said.
“Don’t worry, that isn’t it.”
She led me inside holding my hand. We got quite a few looks. I suddenly remembered that I had agreed to get my tongue pierced. We talked to the owner who was a very heavily tattooed lady. She took me in the back and looked at my tongue. The procedure only took a few minutes, but it hurt. She told me not to have oral sex for at least two weeks to let it heal. We left with a barbell through my tongue. It felt like I had a golf ball on each side of my tongue. It was hard to talk, but eventually I started to get the hang of it. Kathleen took me to lunch and kept staring at my mouth.
“I love that piercing. I think it is very sexy. I can’t wait for your tongue to heal. It should be OK the day of the wedding. I guess I’ll have to be chaste too. If I’m not going to be able to feel your tongue for two weeks, I’m going to be very, very horny. You better start saving up your energy.”
“We should get you a chastity belt so that you truly know what frustration is all about,” I suggested.
“One of us has to wear the pants in this family and one has to wear the skirt. I think we have already established who is who. We could have a wrestling competition when we get home. The loser can spend the rest of his day hogtied. Would you like that?”
“No thanks, I think I’ll pass.”
“I thought you might say that.”
We went home and spent the rest of the day working on altering the bridesmaid dresses. Kathleen called out for some Chinese food. After dinner we relaxed on the couch and watched a couple of movies before going to bed early. With my tongue out of action for two weeks, we both got plenty of sleep.
Day 42 – Friday
The previous two weeks had flown by. It was the day before Mary Ann’s wedding and her bridesmaids were taking her out for her bachelorette party. I didn’t want to go, but both Mary Ann and Kathleen insisted. Kathleen was now in the habit of playing with the key to my chastity belt, when she wanted me to agree to what she was asking. I reluctantly agreed. My tongue piercing had healed, and I was ready to get out of the belt.
Kathleen had been lacing me all the way in for the past couple of weeks. She had received a couple of boxes from her friend the corsetière earlier in the week. I was pretty sure I knew what was in them. On Friday morning she had introduced me to my new corsets. They were the same color scheme as the earlier ones, but these ones laced all the way down to 18″. She was able to get it laced to a little over 19, but promised to tighten it again before we went out that night.
We had taken the day off to go to the salon and get our nails done and color my dark roots. My hair was getting fairly long. I had been overdue for a haircut when this all started, so it had been three or four months since my hair had really been cut. When we returned home after the salon, Kathleen hooked me up to the lacing bar and pulled in the corset a little bit more. I hoped she wouldn’t break my ribs. She laced me down to 19″ and was very, very happy.
“You were born to be tight laced! A 19 inch waist, that is to die for!”
“If you don’t loosen it, I think I might die.”
“Don’t be such a cry baby. You look fantastic.”
“Thank you,” I managed to squeak. She let me down and then let me lie down on the bed to relax for a bit while she did some work in the sewing room.
She woke me up around five o’clock to get ready to go out. We fixed our makeup. Kathleen had to put my stockings on for me. There is no way that I could bend enough to put them on. They were pretty black stockings with a pattern. She had me put on my red knee high boots and the red silk dress. She wrapped a thick black leather belt around my waist to accentuate it. When I looked in the mirror, I cut a pretty dramatic figure.
Kathleen wore a black satin bra, panties, garter belt and sheer stockings. She looked really hot. I loved how the black complemented her porcelain skin and red hair. She caught me staring at her in the mirror and winked at me.
“What are you looking at sexy?” she teased.
“The hottest girl I know.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to feel your tongue in me tonight. Make sure you are on your best behavior, because you are due to get a little release time tomorrow,” she said as she fingered the key hanging in the cleavage between her breasts. I picked out a sexy short black dress for her to wear tonight and her five inch black patent leather pumps.
“Will you wear this tonight for me?” I asked, “you look so sexy in black.”
“Do you really want me to wear those shoes?”
“Absolutely. I love watching the looks you get from everyone.”
“OK, but you are going to have to massage my feet when we get home.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Shortly after we were ready, Mary Ann called us and told us to come down to the parking lot. She was there to pick us up. When we got there, she was waiting outside a stretch Hummer limo. She was wearing a short white dress with white sandals. She wore a bridal veil to signify that she was the guest of honor. We climbed into the limo and were greeted by a bunch of ladies. It was so crowded that I ended up being wedged between Kathleen and Mary Ann. The girls were all
drinking champagne. Mary Ann put her arm around me and introduced me to all her friends.
The first stop was at a male strip joint. I definitely did not want to go in there, but Kathleen gave me one look while she played with the key between her fingers and I knew that my attendance was not optional. Mary Ann and Kathleen made sure that I was right up front. They both teased me about being such a sissy and not being a ‘real’ man. I told them that most male dancers were gay, so they probably weren’t ‘real’ men either. They liked my answer and agreed with me.
The girls got pretty wild there. There was plenty of drinking and screaming. The dancers dragged Mary Ann up on stage and all danced around her. Everywhere she looked there were big dicks swinging in her face. She was embarrassed, but I think she was really turned on too.
After an hour or so we left and headed to a gigantic country dance bar. The place was absolutely swarming with people. There was a lot of hooting and hollering when we all walked in. Mary Ann never left the dance floor. She kept dancing with guy after guy. Her friends were recruiting them from the crowd. One huge man came up and asked Kathleen to dance. He was actually a little bit taller than she.
She went with him and gave me a wink over her shoulder. I really didn’t want to dance with a man, but I knew that it would be inevitable. I politely turned down a couple of offers until I caught Kathleen giving me ‘the look’ from the dance floor. The next time someone asked me to dance, I went with him.
I told him I didn’t know how to dance country, so he showed me. I got a funny look from him when his hand touched my corset, but I think he figured it out. After a couple of songs, my feet were starting to hurt so I thanked him for teaching me to dance and went back to our seats. Kathleen gave her ‘man’ a kiss on the cheek and came back to sit down with us.
One of the girls said it was time to go, so we gathered Mary Ann from the dance floor and we all left. There was a lot more champagne consumed on the way to the next place which was a disco. It was close to midnight when we got there, so the place was just starting to get jumping. As soon as we got there, Kathleen took me by the hand and dragged me out on the floor. After a couple of songs we went and found a table near all the other girls. Most of them were out dancing on the floor. Mary Ann came and sat with us. She was still trying to recover from the country bar.
“How did you like dancing with that man?” asked Mary Ann.
“I preferred dancing with Kathleen, but I got his number and promised to go fishing and hunting with him when I was allowed to dress like a man again.” They both laughed.
“What about you Kathleen? Who was that giant you were dancing with?”
“I think he said his name was Phil. You should have seen the bulge in his pants. I think he was part Clydesdale. There aren’t many people who can make me feel petite, but he sure did. It was nice for a change.”
That made me feel a twinge of jealousy until she pulled me close and added, “too bad he would never look this good in a dress. I can’t wait to get this one home to have my way with him.”
Mary Ann smiled and said, “I know what you mean. I’m so horny and I won’t be able to scratch that itch until tomorrow night.” She winked at us and went back to her table. We danced some more and talked with some of the other girls. Kathleen turned down anyone wanting to take us out onto the dance floor.
Around 2 AM, it was finally time to head home. We loaded all the drunks back into the limo and made the rounds dropping them all at their homes. We were dropped off last leaving Mary Ann and the Maid of Honor in the limo.
We said our good byes and went up to the apartment. As soon as we got into the apartment and locked the door, Kathleen kicked off her shoes and collapsed in her leather recliner. She pointed at the floor in front of her. I dutifully kneeled there and massaged her feet. I loved how her feet felt through her sheer stockings. She sighed and told me how good it felt. My penis was trying to bust its way out of its prison.
When I thought her feet were better, I began kissing my way up her long, long legs. When I reached the top, I could smell her arousal, but I took a U-turn and kissed and licked my way all the way down her other leg. I licked and sucked her toes and then made my way back up. When I got there this time, I attempted to make a U-turn, but she grabbed my hair with both hands and wrapped her powerful legs around me pulling my face into her crotch. I went to work slowly and teased her with the tongue piercing.
“Oh, that barbell does feel great… keep doing that.” It did not take long for her to have a powerful orgasm. She released my head and pulled me up so that I was sitting on her lap. She kissed me passionately and ran her hand up and down my stockings.
“Would you like me to let you out of your belt for a little while?”
“Oh please yes!”
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes, I have been a very good girl!”
“So you have. Let’s go into the bedroom and get undressed.” She carried me into the bedroom and then placed me on the bed. We helped each other undress. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. I unhooked her bra and she did the same for me.
“Will you leave your garter belt and stockings on for me?” I asked.
She kissed me again and then pushed me back on the bed. She took a pair of handcuffs out of the bedside table and cuffed my hands to the headboard. Then she took the necklace off from around her neck and slipped the key in the front lock of the chastity belt. She carefully removed it. I lifted my hips so that she could take it off completely. My penis sprang to life, but I still couldn’t touch it with my hands cuffed. It was so frustrating.
Kathleen left and came back with a warm wash cloth and some soapy water. She carefully washed, rinsed and dried it. When it was properly cleaned, she began to tease it with her fingernails until it rose up, then she used her tongue and her mouth on it. The head had turned purple. When she sensed I was about to come, she would stop and let me cool down. The whole time she had those beautiful green eyes locked on mine watching my facial expressions.
“Maybe I should lock you back in the belt instead of letting you come. What do you think about that?”
“No please don’t do that!”
“What would you do for me if I let you come?”
“I want you to get your nipples pierced.”
“I want them pierced too.”
With that she went down on me with a gusto, using her mouth, tongue and hand to pump me. Her eyes were locked on mine the whole time. I had an amazing orgasm. I thought my head exploded.
Kathleen swallowed all my cum and said, “you taste so salty and sweet. We are gong to make some beautiful babies together.”
I lay there feeling light headed for a while. Kathleen climbed on top of me and kissed my neck and shoulders while she rubbed her stockings against mine. It did not take long for me to get hard again. I wanted to fuck her so badly and tried to maneuver my penis so that I could.
“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to do that until we are married.”
“That’s not fair. You have penetrated me and we aren’t married yet.”
“Who wears the pants and who wears the skirts in this relationship?”
“You wear the pants and I wear the skirts,” I answered.
“Don’t forget who holds the key to your chastity belt.”
“How can I? You have it dangling on the chain between your beautiful breasts all the time.”
“I want to feel your tongue on me again.” She turned around and lowered herself onto my face. I went to work pleasing her with my tongue and with the barbell. She was using her mouth, tongue and nails on my penis and testes. She really knew how to please a man. We were both moaning and squirming. She shuddered with an orgasm, but barely paused. She worked me up to another amazing climax. When I came in her mouth, she shuddered with another orgasm.
“Do you want to sleep in handcuffs locked to the headboard, handcuffs behind your back or the chastity belt?”
“I guess none of the above isn’t an option, so how about handcuffs to the headboard.”
“Your wish is my command. She unlocked them and locked my hands behind my back so that we could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When we got back to the bed, she locked my hands to the headboard and then snuggled up beside me. She slept with her hand possessively holding onto my penis.
Day 43 – Saturday – The Wedding
We slept in a little late and had to hurry to get to ready and get to the church in time to help Mary Ann and the girls with their dresses. When we got up, Kathleen cuffed my hands behind my back and then unlocked my corset and undressed me. We did our morning clean up routine except this time she made me take a shower with my hands cuffed behind me. She soaped up my penis and rubbed it while rubbing her breasts into my back from behind. I thought she was going to
actually let me cum again, but she turned me around kissed me and rinsed me off.
“We don’t have time for that right now. We need to get ready.” She dried us and then led me to the lacing bar. She warned me not to touch my penis. I heeded her warning and was soon stretched up onto my toes. She put the corset liner first and then one of the new corsets. She pulled it in very tightly. I knew I was down to about 19 inches. She left for a few minutes and I could hear her washing something. When she came back, she was carrying the chastity belt.
“I don’t want to hear any whining, or I will put you back in punishment.”
She soon had me locked up safe and sound. It felt strange to have my penis and testicles hanging free. Once I was locked up, it felt almost normal. She put some sheer white stockings on my legs and then had me step into some pink pumps. We finished getting ready. On one of our shopping expeditions, we found a very pretty pink dress for me to wear to the wedding. Kathleen wore an emerald green pants suit. She helped me put on the dress and pick out some pretty earrings and necklace.
We were running late, so we had to head out the door without any breakfast.
When we got to the church, we were rushed into the bride’s room to help her and the bridesmaids get ready. Kathleen laced Mary Ann tightly into her corset. Her bridesmaids helped her with her stockings and shoes. They had already done her makeup and hair. She stepped into the crinolines and they were tied tightly around her narrow waist. The dress was carefully lifted over her head. It had to be done carefully so that none of her makeup would get on the dress.
They also wanted to protect her hairdo. Once this was accomplished, the dress was fastened in back. The bridesmaids did their jobs of fixing it so that it looked just right.
We stayed for a little while and talked about the fun we had the night before. Mary Ann was a little hung over. Eventually it was time for us to take our seats in the church, so we hugged Mary Ann and left the Bride’s room.
The church was filling up quickly when we made our way down the aisle. We found some seats toward the front. Kathleen was very excited. She put her arm around me when we sat down and whispered in my ear. “One day I’m going to make a beautiful gown for you, and you will get to walk down the aisle. You are going to make a beautiful bride.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled at her. She put her hand in my lap and held my hands. The groom and the groomsmen filed in quietly from the front. A few minutes later the wedding march sounded and we all stood up and turned around to watch her. Mary Ann was such a beautiful bride. She gave Kathleen a hug and winked at me and then continued down to the front. The ceremony was very simple. The two lovers were soon united and walked back down the aisle as husband and wife.
As we filed out of the church, I got groped more than once from behind. I couldn’t tell who did it. I told Kathleen about it and she said to get used to it. A pretty girl in a dress will always get a pinch on the bottom. It goes with the territory. We hung around the church and talked to some of Kathleen’s friends. Kathleen introduced me to her friends. They all looked at me and I could see them wondering about our relationship. Nobody asked if we were an item,
but I could tell they wanted to ask us.
After standing around a long time we headed to a country club that had been rented for the reception and party. It was a magnificent facility. The wedding party showed up and the party got started. The food, drink and music were great. Everyone had a great time. When the new couple was ready to leave, it was time for the bouquet toss. Kathleen dragged me into the crowd of drunken girls all wanting to catch it. Mary Ann closed her eyes and turned around. She threw it backward and over her head. Kathleen tipped it and it fell right in my hands… of course. I looked up at Kathleen and she had a big smile on her face. Mary Ann gave us both a hug and a kiss on her way to the waiting limo. We all got covered in bird seed. We were both exhausted and decided to go home and relax. Kathleen’s idea of relaxing was to have my head between her legs with my hands cuffed behind my back while she watched a movie. She eventually
pulled me up onto her lap and kissed me on my neck and shoulders.
She pulled my bra down then licked and bit my nipples. “Tomorrow I’m going to have shiny golden rings put in these. That is going to be so sexy. It is going to make them even more sensitive than they are already.” She unlocked the chastity belt and then had me stand up so she could pull it down my legs. She pulled me back in her lap and began to massage my penis and balls. She licked my penis and sucked on it. She knew how to keep me on the edge.
I struggled with the handcuffs, but they were too strong and too tight to let me escape. My penis was purple and hard as a rock when she finally decided to let me come. She engulfed my penis in her mouth and moved up and down the shaft. I blew my load in her mouth. She swallowed it and then kissed me on the mouth. I could still taste her juices in my mouth as I tasted mine in hers.
I fell asleep in her arms. She woke me up a little while later and told me it was time for bed. She gave me the choice of sleeping in the chastity belt or the handcuffs. I chose the handcuffs again. At least I wouldn’t have the plug in my butt. My hands were secured to the headboard and we were soon fast asleep.
Day 44 – Sunday
I woke to the feeling of Kathleen lying on top of me. Her beautiful face was just inches from mine. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but my hands were still cuffed. She smiled at me and kissed me on the neck and shoulders. It did not take long for me to be at full mast again. I tried to squirm away from Kathleen’s assault, but there was no way. She knew just how to push my buttons.
Without saying anything, she turned around and pressed her pussy in my face. It smelled so good and musky. She was already very wet. I began to lick her and felt her suck my whole penis into her mouth. Once it was wet, she used her hand to pump it. We climaxed at almost the same time. Kathleen swallowed my cum and then kissed me on the mouth. Our juices mixed in our mouths.
She unlocked my hands from the headboard and then cuffed them behind me. She undressed me and we took a long hot shower together. She cleaned us both and rubbed her big breasts all over me.
She dried us off and then pulled me to the sewing room. As soon as my hands were un-cuffed, I put them on the lacing bar so that I would not be tempted to touch myself. In no time she had me tightly laced and locked. She retrieved the chastity belt and put it back on.
“Now that the wedding is over and I am a fairly accomplished female impersonator, can I have a day without stockings and heels?”
“I don’t want you to get spoiled. I let you sleep out of the belt the past two nights. The next thing you know you’ll ask to wear your old jeans again. Stockings and heels are part of your daily routine for now. We can talk about it again after you have been my girl for at least six months.”
“Can I lace you into your corset today? I love seeing you in it and seeing your long beautiful legs in stockings.”
“OK. Once in a while what is good for the goose is good for the gander.”
When she released me from the lacing bar, I went and got her corset and a pair of stockings.
I put her hands on the lacing bar and she said, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going to put me into bondage.”
“Don’t you trust me? I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like.”
She put her hands on the lacing bar. I strapped her wrists tightly to it and then pulled on the rope. She was heavier than I, so I was unable to pull her up on her toes. She got up on her toes and then I pulled with all my might and tied it off. Only the tips of her toes were on the floor. She was stretched up tall. Her large breasts were almost at eye level to me so I licked and sucked one of them briefly.
I pulled a corset shield up her body and positioned it carefully. I ran my hands up and down her beautiful body. Her skin was so perfect and smooth.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked.
“Very much, thank you.”
“You need to hurry because I am starting to get sore, and you wouldn’t want me to have you spend the next day in the punishment corset and arm binder, would you?”
“No ma’am.” I replied.
I quickly fastened the corset around her waist and positioned it carefully. I worked the laces from the top to the middle and then from the bottom to the middle. I repeated this several times until it was fairly tight.
“That is tight enough,” she said.
“Take a deep breath.” When she did, I gave one final tug. She grunted as I pulled in the last little bit. I had the corset closed all the way. I think this is the first time she had ever been so tightly laced. I tied off the laces and tucked them under the bottom edge. I kneeled down carefully and then pulled on her stockings. I smoothed them up her leg. I ran my hands up and down them teasingly. There were five garters for each stocking.
“I’ll go get your shoes,” I said as I left the room quickly to get them. When I returned, I kneeled in front of her to put the shoes on her feet. I could smell her arousal while I knelt in front of her. I kissed her red bush and heard her moan. I stood up and ran my stocking clad legs up and down hers. I rubbed her breasts and licked and nibbled them.
The chastity belt key hung in her cleavage. I took it in my teeth so she could see it and then let it drop. I kneeled back down and used my tongue on her clitoris while I ran my hands up and down her legs. She let out a yell and then convulsed in orgasm. I tried to stand on my toes and kiss her, but she was too tall, so I hugged her.
“I hope you aren’t mad at me.”
“No, I’m not mad. I thought you might do something like that.”
I loosened the rope and lowered the lacing bar. When her hands were un-cuffed, she grabbed me and pulled me close in a powerful hug.
“Don’t forget your place in this relationship. I will give you a little liberty now and again, but don’t ever try and take advantage of me if I am vulnerable.”
“I thought you liked what I was doing.”
“I did, but if I had asked you to stop, would you?”
She gave me her look.
“Would you really?”
“Yes.” I answered as I stared up into her powerful green eyes.
“You certainly laced me tightly enough. Is it closed in back?”
“Yes. You look great in it. I wish you would wear it more often.”
“Are you suggesting I am getting fat and need my waist pulled in?”
She had me on the defensive now. “Absolutely not. You are perfect. I just love seeing you in lingerie. I have a corset fetish too you know.”
“OK. I will wear it once in a while, and I’ll let you lace me into it. How did you feel when you strapped me to the lacing bar and were putting the corset on me?”
“It was so powerful having you trust me and seeing you so helpless. I feel really great that you would allow me to do that. I tried not to take advantage of the situation, but I could smell how aroused you were. You were so wet down there that I just had to use my tongue on you. My penis was doing everything it could to bust out of its prison.”
“Trust takes time to build and involves some risk taking. I took a risk and you proved that you could be trusted.” She kissed me again and then we went to finish getting dressed for the day.
After a late breakfast, she took me down to the tattoo parlor and had my nipples pierced. I was really embarrassed, but the owner said she already knew I was a man, but not to worry. When we left, I had two shiny gold rings hidden under my bra.
I spent the rest of the day at my computer writing more about our time together. After an hour or two, Kathleen walked into the room carrying a pair of handcuffs. I stood up and put my hands behind my back. She helped me under the desk and hiked up her skirt. I loved seeing her in the stockings and garters. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. I did my best to please her while she read the story.
“I love reading things from your perspective. I am so glad that you are happy here.”
Day 47 – Wednesday
Kathleen had made several shopping excursions during the week while I stayed home and worked. On Wednesday night, she made us a special candle lit dinner. We changed out of our work clothes and got all dressed up for each other. After dinner Kathleen said, “I have something important that I want to talk to you about.” She pulled out a small gift wrapped box and put it on the table between us.
“What is it?”
“Open it and see.”
My heart was pounding and my hands started to shake as I reached for the little present. I unwrapped it. Inside was a small jewelry box. I stared at it for at least a minute afraid to open it.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
“I’m scared,” I said, but with trembling hands, I did open it. Inside was a beautiful diamond solitaire ring. My already pounding heart went into overdrive. I was flabbergasted. Kathleen kneeled in front of me and said, “I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
I looked at her with some disbelief. We had talked about this, but I was not prepared for her to pop the question to me so soon. I just sat there stunned. I saw the expression on her face change from happy to one of concern.
I reached out and touched her face. I mouthed the word ‘yes’, but there was no sound.
“Did you say yes?” She asked.
I nodded my head yes. She stood up and pulled me into a very strong embrace crushing my body against hers.
“I thought for a minute you were going to say no. You’ve made me so happy!” We kissed and then she released me. She picked up the ring and took my left hand and put it on my finger. It looked so beautiful. It was quite a rock too.
“You shouldn’t have spent so much on my ring, but it is so beautiful. Thank you so much. I need to get one for you too.”
She pulled out another box and handed it to me. I asked her to sit down, and then I kneeled in front of her and said, “Kathleen I love you so much that it hurts. I want to be your lover, friend and soul mate for the rest of our lives. If you want me dressed as a French Maid or a lumberjack, I will gladly submit to your wishes. You will wear the pants and I will wear the skirt. I will submit to you. Will you marry me?”
She said yes and then kissed me. I put the ring on her finger. We put our hands together. The rings were beautifully matched.
“As an engagement present to you, I want to give you something else. I will let you choose to get rid of one thing that I make you do.”
“Can it be anything?”
“So if I choose the corset, I won’t have to wear one any more?”
“That’s right, or you could choose the high heels or the chastity belt. It is up to you.”
“The plug. I hate that accursed thing. I know you love me in the corset, heels and chastity belt. I willingly submit to you and will proudly wear those for you.”
“Are you sure that is all you want?”
“Absolutely. I may hate myself tomorrow for not choosing the belt.”
Kathleen turned me around and unlocked the back of the belt and removed the plug. She then re-locked the back shield. “The shield is part of the belt. It can be removed, but I will keep it in place so that nobody but me can take advantage of you.”
“Thank you very much for everything. I love you with all my heart.”
“Thank you for submitting to me. It means the world that you have given up so much to be with me.”
“I may have given up a few things, but I have gained so much, learned so much, experienced so much and am loved so much. It is a very small price to pay.”
She took me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom. We took off our dresses and slips and bras. She smiled when she saw my pierced nipples, which were still a bit sore. We held each other for a while and then she put me on the bed on my back. She put the dildo on the front of my chastity belt and lowered herself onto it. She looked so sexy in her corset and stockings. I played with her breasts and nipples with my hands and used my mouth and tongue on them.
“When we get married, I will let you make love to me with your penis. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
It was frustrating to see her grind away on me without me feeling anything, but she was so beautiful to watch, and it turned me on like crazy. I put my hands on her corseted waist. I reached around to feel the laces. She was still tightly laced. The feeling of our stockings rubbing together felt wonderful. After she had pleased herself on me, she lay on top of me while she caught her breath.
“Would you like some relief?” she asked.
“Yes, if it would make you happy.”
She kissed me and then took the belt off. She sat on my face and sucked my penis into her mouth. It didn’t take long for me to explode. She turned around and lay on top of me looking into my eyes and caressing my face.
“You have made me so happy. These past weeks have been the best in my life,” she said.
“I only wish that we had gotten started sooner. When do you want to get married?”
“In about six months. That will give us time to buy a house and get settled in as well as give us enough time to plan the wedding.”
“Couldn’t we just go down to the courthouse and get married? We could do a big wedding later.”
“It sounds like your little head is talking for your big head.”
“I just don’t think I can wait another six months to make love to you.”
“You can and you will. You can bet on that. What kind of dress do you want me to make for you? Are you an old fashion girl, or do you want something modern and up to date?”
“Since I know I will be very tightly laced, I think it should be something from the Victorian Era. Hey, you aren’t supposed to see my dress before the wedding. It is bad luck.”
“No silly, it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride’s dress before the wedding. Technically, you are the groom and I am the bride. You won’t see what I am going to wear until our wedding day. You can count on that.”
“What kind of dress are you going to wear?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Day 57 – Saturday
Mary Ann had her husband had returned from their honeymoon the night before. Kathleen invited Mary Ann out to brunch. Kathleen wore some comfortable slacks and a nice silk shirt, but as usual I was tightly laced, chastised and wore a very feminine dress and high heels.
We met Mary Ann at the restaurant. She was already seated at a table. I walked up first and she gave me a hug. When she released me she grabbed my left hand and looked at my ring. She pulled Kathleen over and looked at her ring too. She got so excited that she hugged and kissed us both.
“Congratulations you two. Have you set the date?”
“Not yet, but it will be at least six months. Joanne of course wanted to go to the Justice of the Peace and get hitched. Maybe she thinks she’s knocked up.”
“Oh Joanne, you don’t need to rush into this. When I saw you catch the bouquet, I hoped the old wives’ tale would hold true!”
We sat down and Mary Ann told us all about her honeymoon and all the times and places they had made love. It made me horny listening to her and being so close to her. Kathleen put her hand on my thigh and tickled my inner thigh under the table. This always got me excited.
After brunch we went shopping. Mary Ann insisted that we go looking at Wedding dresses even though she knew that Kathleen would make mine.
“It will help you select the style that is right for you.”
We spent the rest of the day going to Wedding boutiques and trying on dresses. The store clerks were very impressed with my tiny waist, but they gave me some puzzled looks when they felt the chastity belt and thigh cuffs. Fortunately I had worn a slip so that I could just take off my dress to try on the wedding gowns. I found several that I liked and the girls questioned me about the things that I liked about them. In the late afternoon we said our goodbyes to Mary Ann.
Next Few Months
Over the next few months, we moved out of our apartments and purchased a nice large four bedroom house with a finished basement and a bonus room over the garage. We decided to turn one of the bedrooms into an office for me. The bonus room, which was the largest room in the house, would be used for Kathleen’s studio. We moved into the house and redecorated it in a very feminine style. Kathleen’s business was really booming. She had received several wedding dress
orders from women who had seen Mary Ann’s dress and from other designs she had created. She was working long hours everyday and had drafted me into helping her. I was becoming very good at dress making.
Kathleen’s friend Vicki, who made my corsets, came by our house frequently. Vicki tried to talk me into sitting for a photo shoot as her corset model. I kept saying no, but she was very persistent. I finally agreed, but on the condition that there was no mention of my gender and that I wouldn’t have to wear the chastity belt. Kathleen agreed that I could wear the gaff, but only under close supervision.
Instead of paying me for the pictures, Vicki let me keep the corsets that I modeled. I now had quite a collection. Only one of the new ones had a locking feature, so that was a big plus in my eyes.
My work was slowing down and the company I worked for was struggling to make it. I was not surprised when I received a Fed Ex letter with my lay off notification in it. I was mad that my boss had not even called to tell me. Although I knew it was coming, I was still upset. How could I find another job that would let me work from home? How would I explain my feminine look but male birth certificate and legal name?
Kathleen came into the office to see what was in the Fed Ex letter. I told her what happened and that I didn’t know what I would do for a job. She just smiled and said, “This is perfect! You don’t need to find a job, you already have one. You will work for me full time instead of just at night. My business makes plenty to support us. With your help, we can really increase our production.” She hugged me and kissed me. “Let’s go out and celebrate!” She grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me out of the house. She really cheered me up and made me feel a lot better.
I became Kathleen’s assistant full time. It was fun working with her, although if I made a mistake she would take me across her knee and give me an old fashioned spanking with her hand or a hair brush. I was glad that she did not use the crop or cane on me. It had been a while since I had seen either of those.
Since we had customers coming to our house all the time now, we decided to work on the weekend, but take Monday and Tuesday off. Mondays found me wearing my maid uniform, which consisted of a short black dress, white lacy apron, black five inch patent leather heels. Kathleen ran a lot of our errands while I usually spent the entire day cleaning the house. With the house being so large, it took all day long. Often she would make my job harder by hobbling my ankles or cuffing my hands in front of me. I really enjoyed the bondage.
Occasionally, she would dress up in her black lingerie and knee length black leather boots while I was cleaning someplace in the house. She carried her riding crop, some bondage implements, and her strap on dildo. She would give me some sort of warning if I didn’t see her approaching. I would do my best to run away, but on the days when my ankles were hobbled, this was quite difficult. She loved to chase me through the house even if it was a slow chase. She smacked me with the riding crop when she got close. Eventually I would be cornered and exhausted. I would be bound with my hands behind my back with handcuffs or rope. She would bend me over a table, counter top or whatever was close by. My rear shield would be unlocked and she would take me with her vibrating strap on dildo.
She still had not let me make love to her with my penis, but she let me out of the belt and would give me a blow job at least once a week. She was an expert with her tongue.
After months of wearing nothing but the most feminine clothing, I had almost forgotten what it was like to wear a pair of shorts, t-shirt and flat shoes. Since I exclusively wore five inch heels, my Achilles tendon had started to shrink. I was not comfortable standing flat footed for very long. My hair had now grown to shoulder length. I hoped it would be past my shoulders by the time of our wedding.
Three Months before the wedding Kathleen said, “I want to talk to you about something that I have been considering.”
“I want you to look more feminine.”
“Gosh, how could I possibly look more feminine than I do already?”
“Well, you have a slight Adam’s apple. I have a friend who is a plastic surgeon. I want us to see her and have her take a look at it. Also, I want you to consider getting breast implants. You could take a hormone treatment that would make your breasts grow, but it would have a negative affect on your male parts. I would like to see you with a nice perky set of breasts. What do you think?”
“I’m not sure what to say. I never considered any of that. Both of those changes would definitely make me look more feminine.” I looked down at my engagement ring while I thought about it. “Can we go see your friend and see what she has to say before I make a commitment? I like both ideas.”
Kathleen had already made the appointment, so after lunch we went to the doctor’s office. She had me undress with Kathleen’s help. The Doctor looked at my chest and said that she could definitely give me some nice little breasts, but that I did not have enough skin to make them very big, maybe a B cup. The Adam’s apple was no problem. I would have a small scar and would have a sore throat for a few days.
We talked over dinner about the operations and the risks. I knew it would really make Kathleen happy if I agreed to them. With the wedding coming up so soon, we had to move fast. One of the doctor’s patients had cancelled a procedure, so we were able to get in the next week. Both surgeries went without a hitch, but I was quite sore for a couple of weeks after.
Kathleen was very sweet and tender to me. She loved the feeling of my new breasts and my smooth neck. She kissed them both all the time. I had to admit that I liked having breasts. The nipple rings really accentuated them and made them sensitive. Kathleen loved to tie me down to the bed and spend an eternity licking and sucking on my breasts and nipples.
Two Months before the Wedding
Kathleen had completed my wedding gown. It had an 18 inch waist line, so I had to be laced as tightly as possible for it to fit. Kathleen refused to let it out and said that if I kept whining, she would pull it in to 17 inches. It was absolutely stunning. It was white silk with intricate lace adorning the entire dress. It had a scooping neckline in the front and sleeves that came down below my elbow. It was absolutely perfect. Kathleen had even found some Victorian looking white lace up boots with five inch heels.
I asked Mary Ann to be my Matron of Honor. Vicki had agreed to be a bridesmaid as well. She said she would make me a special corset for the wedding as well as a corset for Mary Ann. She refused to tell me what she meant by a ‘special’ corset, so I knew I would be in for some sort of surprise.
I still didn’t know what Kathleen was going to wear to the wedding. Was she going to wear a dress or a tux? She wouldn’t say. She chose Mary Ann’s husband Mike to be her best man and Vicki’s husband John to be a groomsman.
Mary Ann, Vicki and a few of our friends went out on the town for my bachelorette party. I got to wear the veil this time and got special treatment the whole night. I did not normally drink much, but I did that night. We had a great time dancing and partying. Kathleen had gone out with the boys. They started out at a strip club and then went bar hopping.
We both arrived home around three o’clock in the morning. We were both hammered. All we managed to do was get undressed and collapse in the bed. Mary Ann and her husband slept in our guest bedroom so that they could help us get ready in the morning.
I woke up around nine o’clock in the morning to the call of nature. I could hear Mary Ann getting fucked hard by her husband. She was moaning so loud that I knew he was really giving it to her. It was funny hearing her like that. I remembered seeing her the night before her wedding bouncing up and down on my chastity dildo.
I went back to bed and Kathleen was awake waiting for me. We both giggled at the noise they were making. I reached between Kathleen’s legs. She parted them for me and I could feel how wet she was. She looked kind of embarrassed and said, “I’m picturing them going at it. I can’t help it if it makes me horny. I can’t wait until tonight so that we can make love.” She tapped my chastity belt when she said love. I couldn’t wait to feel myself inside of her.
We got up and got ourselves cleaned. She gave me an extra enema today so I would be extra clean. Before we got into the shower, she used some metal handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. “I want to make sure you are clean down there for tonight.” She washed my penis which made it very hard. After she scrubbed both of us clean, she picked up the chastity belt and gave it a good cleaning. She dried us both off as well as the belt.
I still had a raging hard on, so there was no way to get the belt back on. She led me by the penis into our bedroom and strapped me to the lacing bar. She rubbed moisturizer all over my body. She left me up on my toes while she went downstairs. When she came back, she had a plastic bag full of ice. She powdered me with a very pretty smelling powder. I was still rock hard, so she used the ice on my balls and penis. It didn’t take long for the swelling to go down. She
wasted no time getting my penis back in its tube and the belt locked into place.
By this time Mary Ann and Mike were downstairs making breakfast. She brought us up some Bloody Mary’s to help with our hangovers. I was still strapped to the lacing bar, so Mary Ann came in and gave me a couple of whacks with her hand across the butt. “That’s my wedding present to you. I hope you liked it,” she said with a smile as she walked back out of the room.
The door ball rang and it was Vicki. She came upstairs with two brown tubes and a couple of shopping bags. I could tell from her posture that she was wearing a corset and it was very tightly laced.
“Kathleen, will you be a dear and leave us two girls alone? I want this to be a surprise for you too,” Vicki said. Vicki handed something to Kathleen as she left the room. Vicki opened one of the tubes. She pulled out a long white corset. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was also very, very long and had many wide garters hanging down from it.
“I know how you enjoy being tight laced, so this is really going to be a treat for you.”
“I think you have me confused with Kathleen. She is the one who likes me to be tight laced. I have never had any say in the matter.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at your tiny little waist in the mirror. Kathleen tells me that you ask her to pull you in tighter and tighter. You can’t fool me. I know better. Since you are going with a Victorian theme, I made you this long slip to wear under your corset. It is made of silk and should feel wonderful next to your skin.”
She lowered me from the lacing bar and helped me put on the slip. It did feel great next to my skin. One strange thing was that it came down so low in front that it did not cover my breasts.
She reattached me to the lacing bar and I was soon stretched up onto my toes. She wrapped the corset around me. She fed the bottom of it under my chastity belt and closed the front busk. The front had a 3/4 cup bra to support my breasts. Vicki began lacing the corset. She pulled until it was fairly tight.
“Let me show you one of the features of this corset.” She took one of my nipple rings and pulled it through the bra. I felt her remove the ring and then put something else through the piercing. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt and heard a little click.
“What did you just do?”
“I just locked you into your corset by your nipple.” She repeated the same thing on the other side. This corset had the locking strap around the waist as well. She said we needed to let the corset mold to my body, so she let me down from the lacing bar. I went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. There was a hole in the front of the bra part of the portion that exposed the nipple. Vicki walked in behind me and said, “This is a 14kt gold pin that goes through your nipple and locks into the other side of the bra.”
She showed me a little pin that fit into a tiny hole that locked and unlocked the pin. “You’ll notice that the inside of this pin is hollow, like a handcuff key. You won’t be able to use a regular needle to unlock this.” I liked the look and feel of it. It was very sexy.
She put another silk camisole over my corset. “In Victorian times, these were called corset covers. I’ll go find Mary Ann and get her laced into her corset so that we can make our appointment at the salon.”
Vicki caught Mary Ann as she was getting out of the shower. She pulled her into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. Mary Ann tried to make excuses that she needed to get her underwear, but Vicki told her she would take care of that.
Mary Ann was beat red with embarrassment as Vicki pulled her towel off revealing her beautiful body. Her nipples had been pierced. I felt my blood pressure start to rise. I was glad that I was locked into the chastity belt. Vicki helped her put on a long slip, but just like mine it did not cover the breasts. Mary Ann looked as confused as I had. Vicki grabbed her hands and attached them to the lacing bar. She was lifted up onto her toes. I went behind her and gave her a couple of swats on her bottom as pay back.
The corset was placed around her waist and the front busk closed. Vicki gently pulled Mary Ann’s nipples through the holes in the front or her bra.
“Hey, what are you doing Vicki?”
Vicki just smiled and rubbed Mary Ann’s nipples causing her to gasp and the nipples to harden. She removed Vicki’s nipple rings and inserted the gold pins through her nipples and locked them in place with the special pin.
“What did you just do Vicki?”
“Show her your nipples,” she said to me. I lifted the front of my corset cover so she could see. Mary Ann gasped a little, but I could tell she was a little bit excited too. Vicki went behind her and laced her nice and tight. Since she was only going to be laced down four inches smaller than normal, Vicki tightened it all the way. She tucked the laces into the pocket of the lace protector strap and wrapped it around front. She snapped a small lock in place.
“Hey, why are you locking me into this contraption? I didn’t agree to that.”
“I know, it is just my little gift to the two of you.” She lifted up the front of her dress and slip and revealed a matching corset. Her nipples were locked in place the same as ours and the strap was locked around her waist.
“But you have all the keys. That’s not fair!”
“My husband has the keys to my corset. I gave Mike the keys to yours. Kathleen has the keys to Joanne’s. So we are all in the same position.”
Then it was my turn to have my corset tightened some more. She laced me down to almost 18 inches. All the corsets I wore on a daily basis were under bust. Other than the punishment corset, this was the first one I had worn that went over my bust. It was very confining while on the outside it appeared to be very soft and feminine.
Vicki put some nice sheer stockings on both of us and attached them to the garters since there was no way we could do it ourselves. I put on a pale blue dress with some matching pumps. Mary Ann put on a sundress and some pumps and the three of us headed over to the salon to get our hair, makeup and nails done.
When we got there, there were hugs and kisses all around. We were given the royal treatment complete with champagne. We looked like a million bucks when we left and went back to the house.
When we got there, Kathleen and the guys had already left. We ate a quick lunch and headed upstairs to finish getting ready. Vicki used the lacing bar on me and pulled my corset in the rest of the way. It was extremely tight. I thought I might be cut in two. She measured my waist and said, “perfect.” She pulled my stockings down my legs and opened up a new pair of white silk patterned stockings. They were gorgeous. She pulled them carefully up my legs, under the thigh bands and attached them to the garters.
Next she took my shoes off my feet and dropped a sixpence into the toe of one of the Victorian looking ankle boots. When the boots were tightly laced, Mary Ann picked up my right leg and pulled a lacy white and blue garter up to my thigh. Mary Ann pulled out a beautiful pearl necklace which she placed around my neck.
“I want you to borrow this today. It would make me feel so special if you would wear it on your happiest day.”
“Thank you very much. It is beautiful,” I said as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Mary Ann said, “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a sixpence in her shoe. Are we covered? What is something old?”
“I’m wearing a ring that belonged to Kathleen’s grandmother.”
“Almost everything is new,” said Vicki.
“The necklace is borrowed,” I said.
“The garter is blue.”
“And I can feel the sixpence in my shoe. Can you let me down from the lacing bar?”
Vicki wrapped the lace protector and strap around my waist and locked it in front.
“I thought you said you gave the keys to Kathleen.”
“I gave her one, and I’ll give her this one after the wedding.”
They let me down and unbuckled my wrists. The corset was extremely tight.
“OK, let’s finished getting dressed.”
I helped the two of them get their dresses on without messing up their hair and make up. Then they did the same for me. The back of my dress had a hundred tiny buttons that had to be fastened instead of a zipper. Kathleen insisted on making this part as authentic as possible. It took a long time for the girls to get them all fastened.
“When I saw all these buttons, I knew we’d never get you into this dress unless I made your corset a bit smaller. You are laced down to a seventeen and a half inch waist, so we have enough room to get these buttons fastened.”
“No wonder I feel like I’m about to die. I’m not going to be able to get this corset off until after the reception.”
“I have some more modeling opportunities for you too. There aren’t many girls out there with a seventeen inch waist. You can probably make a lot of money doing fetish modeling.”
“I think I’ll stick to dress making and modeling for you when you need me.”
We heard the doorbell ring. Vicki said, “That must be the limo. I’ll go and check.”
Mary Ann finished fastening all of the buttons.
“I don’t envy Kathleen having to undo all of those buttons tonight.”
“If I know her, she’ll take a seam ripper and just pop them all off. She’ll make me sew them all back on after our honeymoon.”
Mary Ann laughed and agreed that would probably be what would happen.
Vicki called up the stairs and told us that the limo was here.
Mary Ann picked up the bottom of my dress so that it would not drag on the floor and get dirty. They both helped me down the stairs and into the waiting limo.
Mary Ann complained that her nipples were constantly being massaged by the silk slip and her dress. I could see them poking out of her dress. Vicki’s were the same.
“Maybe I went a little too far with the corset piercings, what do you think?”
“I think that Mike is going to order some more corsets from you after tonight, so I better get used to it. He loved seeing me in the corset the night of our wedding. He has made me wear it several times since then.”
“I’ve only seen Kathleen wear a corset twice. Knowing her, I am pretty sure that I’ll be wearing more corsets like these too.”
“Since I’m the one who makes them, I’ll give you two the choice of whether to make them or not. It is OK for special occasions, but I couldn’t imagine going around like this all the time. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Mary Ann asked, “is Kathleen going to let you out of your belt tonight to consummate your wedding?”
“That has been her promise all along. I have been on my best behavior since we got engaged. I have only gotten into trouble a couple of times, and those were minor things.”
We were met at the limo by some of the guests. The girls helped me get out of the limo and kept my dress from getting dirty on the side walk. Somebody ran ahead to make sure the groom was safely hidden away so that we would not see each other.
We went into a small room at the back of the church and waited. My heart was pounding. Vicki told me I looked pale and made me sit down while they fanned me. My hands were shaking. The minister came in and talked to us to make sure we were ready. I told him we were.
All the people had found their seats in the church. Kathleen and the groomsmen were at the front. Everyone was waiting on me. We walked to the main entrance of the sanctuary and the wedding march sounded. Everybody stood up and turned around to see me. My heart was pounding in my ears, I was so nervous. Since my parents were dead, I decided not to have an escort walk me down the aisle. Mary Ann was behind me whispering encouragement.
My eyes locked onto Kathleen. She and the groomsmen were all wearing gray tuxedo pants, long black coats, vests and old fashioned wide ties. She had pulled her long red hair back and it was tied neatly behind her back in a single pony tail. She wore only a hint of makeup, but she looked absolutely radiant. She had the biggest smile on her face.
I kept willing myself not to pass out. I kept my eyes locked on hers for encouragement. With the veil covering my face, she could not see how nervous I was. We eventually made it all the way down to the front of the sanctuary. Kathleen took my hands in hers. Mike and John were behind her smiling at me and the girls.
I barely remember anything the minister said until he got to the part about the ‘I do’. I had to promise to obey her. We both said our ‘I do’ and then we put a ring on each other’s fingers. I was afraid that I would drop hers my hands were shaking so badly. She lifted my veil and kissed me as we were pronounced husband and wife. She helped support me as we made our way back down the aisle.
For the first time, I noticed all the people in the church. She had invited a lot of my friends from my work and my past. It was embarrassing having them see me like this, but at least it was out of the way. I could not hide it anymore.
When we got to the back of the church and into a small room to wait for the photographer, Kathleen pulled me into a passionate embrace. When I wrapped my arms around her, I could feel that she was wearing a corset under her tux. I looked up at her.
“Yes, I’m wearing one too. I couldn’t let you have all the girly fun today. I’m still a girl you know.”
“I haven’t forgotten that,” I said with a smile.
When the crowds had thinned we went back into the church and posed for a million pictures. It seemed to take forever, but we were finally released to go to the reception. We climbed into a limo for the ride over to the reception. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were already there and were sipping champagne. As soon as we were seated, we were given some champagne and toasted.
We had rented a Victorian mansion that had been converted to host parties and receptions. It had a huge room for parties and dancing. We had a great time. Kathleen and I had the first dance and then the wedding party joined us. Soon everyone was out there having a good time.
After the reception, we went by limo to a fancy hotel in the nearby city. Our luggage had already been brought up to our room. When we got to the door of our room, Kathleen picked me up and carried me across the threshold and dropped me on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of me. She took both of my wrists in one of her hands and held them over my head while she used the other hand to try to tickle me. Fortunately the corset protected me from her
probing fingers. I just lay there and smiled up sweetly at her.
“Let’s get you out of that dress. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
She helped me up off the bed and then turned me around and simply ripped the back of the dress open. The little buttons went flying everywhere. I was so shocked.
“I didn’t sew them on very well, just strong enough to keep you held in tight.”
She pulled the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She held me at arms length to look at me. “You are so beautiful. You have made me the happiest person in the world today. I wish we could stay like this forever.” She turned me toward a mirror and stood behind me.
“Look how beautiful you are in your tight corset and lingerie. I am so lucky to have you.” She turned me around and kissed me while playing with my one of my nipples. The piercing made it so sensitive to the touch, I moaned.
“Vicki is indeed a devious girl. I love how your nipple sticks out the front of your corset like that. It is so sexy.”
I reached up and began removing her clothing. It seemed a little strange to be taking such masculine clothing off of her. She stepped out of her shoes and pulled off her socks. I pulled down her trousers and noticed her stockings matched mine. I ran my hands up and down them. They felt so good. Kathleen removed her vest and shirt to reveal a corset that matched mine. Since her nipples weren’t pierced, they were not attached to the corset, but they were poking through the hole. I noticed that hers had a locking strap around her waist as well. I bent down and sucked on her nipple. She let out a moan of pure pleasure.
“We’re going to get your nipples pierced,” I stated as a matter of fact, and then went back to sucking on her nipple and playing with the other one.
“Oooh, I think you’re right. That feels so good, don’t stop.”
She began rubbing my nipples too. It did feel good.
“Oooh,” she screamed in frustration. “Enough of that. Get your ass on that bed so I can make love to you properly.” Before I could move, she picked me up and threw me onto the bed. She took the key from around her neck and unlocked the chastity belt. She pulled it down my legs and tossed it onto the floor. She climbed on top of me and looked down at me with those beautiful green eyes. She reached behind her and pulled her hair out of the pony tail.
She straddled my thighs and leaned over to give me a kiss. She told me how much she loved me and how much it meant for me to be chaste for her. Then she took my penis, which was as big and hard as I had ever seen it, and rubbed it along her beautiful pussy. She gently impaled herself on it. It felt like heaven to me after being deprived for so long. I was afraid that I would empty my load in her right there.
“Don’t you dare cum until I say you can. I brought the cane along just in case. Keep your mind on the cane if you think you can’t hold it.”
That had the desired effect on me. She was so horny that it did not take her long to please herself. She was riding me for all she was worth. The feeling of our stockings rubbing together and the sight of her in the corset rubbing her nipples was more than I could stand. We reached our climax at the same time and she said, “fill me up with your cum baby, fill me up.” I felt like I dumped a gallon into her. She collapsed on top of me and kissed me on the face and neck.
“Oh, that felt so good. It was worth all the pain and frustration, wasn’t it?”
“Yes it was,” I admitted.
“Now we are truly husband and wife. We belong to each other forever.” We hugged each other tightly as we cried tears of joy.