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The following story is a novelette based on a series of true incidents. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Jennifer's Story By JennyTV Copyright 2001. About me: I have been living at my current address for a little over three months, and for obvious reasons had kept myself to myself, restricting contact with my neighbours (Harry and Sadie) to 'good mornings'. Until two days ago when I had a short conversation with Harry who was an insurance broker. This short conversation had led to a promise by Harry to call on me today and discuss insurance matters... Chapter One: Sadie Calls I had showered and was preparing to dress, a grey skirt and white blouse I decided, with a white bra and matching panties and garter belt and to add a touch of glamour without overstating the case, black stockings and, (hang the housework until after Harry's call) black patent 3" heels. Having completed my make-up and dressing, I inspected the effect in the mirror: oh dear, a slight bulge at the front of my skirt. I had a feeling that my neighbours knew a little about my sexual orientation and cross dressing but having a feeling was a lot different than coming out of the closet and making a positive statement, I hadn't worked up that much courage yet. The bulge had to go! I wriggled out of my skirt and unclipped the garter belt from my stockings and wriggling again, replaced it with a satin girdle before putting the skirt back on. I suppose it would have been easier to wear a different, fuller skirt, but that's me. The girdle did its job, the bulge had disappeared and with a final touch to my hair, I was ready for the day. I sat in my sitting room (good place to sit) and trembled. This was the first time I had had close contact with my neighbours and though I am told I am a convincing TV, I still felt that this was a test and my confidence was draining faster than water out of a bath. I sat for an hour debating whether or not to telephone and cancel the appointment and at the same time, talking to myself, trying to listen and ascertain that my voice was femme enough when I was startled out of my introspection by a knock on the door. I jumped, oh goodness, it's Harry, I thought and was just about ready to run and hide in the bathroom. No, face it girl, you will have to one day. I walked to the front door and with a last hasty inspection in the wall mirror opened it... To my surprise, it was not Harry but his wife, Sadie, "Hullo," I greeted her fighting like mad to keep the tremor out of my voice. I might have passed inspection from a man, but a woman? "Hi," Sadie smiled, "Harry telephoned and asked me to pass on his apologies and let you know he won't be able to make it until late this afternoon if that's convenient." "Oh," Did I feel relief? "It doesn't matter," I was losing the tremor, Sadie was acting perfectly normally and seemed to accept me as another woman, "It will give me a chance to get some shopping done. Thanks for letting me know." "No problem, Jenny." She turned to go and turned back, "I'm about to brew up some coffee, would you like to come round for a cup?" This was difficult, I had passed myself off on this brief encounter but did I have the confidence to spend a longer time with Sadie. It was so easy to give oneself away. Nervously I fingered an earring and then my hand dropped to the cameo pendant that hung from my neck. "I was about to make some myself," I blurted out, before I could think of an excuse not to go to Sadie's, "why don't you join me." At least I would feel more confident in my own home. "Fine," she replied, "I'll just pop back in doors and get some cream cakes, if they're not eaten soon, they'll go off." "Okay, I'll leave the door on the latch for you." Sadie went off for the cakes and I went into my kitchen to make the coffee. She still hadn't returned by the time the percolator had done its job so I placed the pot, cups, cream and sugar on a tray and took them into the sitting room. At least I wasn't stumbling in my heels anymore, which gave me a little more confidence. A minute or two passed and then I heard her enter and close my front door. She came into the sitting room carrying a small cake box and a canvass bag, "Just something I want to drop off at the charity shop," she offered, leaving the bag beside the sitting room door. I got up to take the cakes from her but she waved me down, "I'll put them on a plate," and she went off to the kitchen. "Plates are in the top right hand cupboard next to the breakfast bar," I called, sitting again and pouring out the coffee. (So far, so good, just two girls sharing a cup of coffee.) She returned quickly, "I know it's cream but I'm sure your figure can stand a little sinning," she smiled as she spoke but her eyes were fixed on my skirt and I darted a glance down to make sure there was no give away bulge. I was safe, just too small points where my suspenders showed their presence. Sadie took her eyes of my skirt, placed the cakes on the occasional table and sat in an armchair opposite me exposing a good length of well-shaped calf in fishnet stockings. "Let me be mum," she offered pushing the plate of cakes towards me, reaching for the coffee pot. "I'm sure we are going to become good friends so there's no need to stand on ceremony." I was feeling more relaxed now and we sipped our coffee, sampled the cakes and chattered for a while before she surprised me with a remark: "I think my Harry fancies you a bit." I bit too large a piece from my cake in surprise and had to swallow hard but Sadie's eyes were still smiling, "I'm sorry," I stammered, "I hope you don't think I did anything to encourage him." Sadie laughed, "Good lord no! Harry doesn't need any encouragement, he fancies anybody under sixty and over sixteen and you are quite pretty and you have a nice figure. No, don't worry, Jenny, Harry is Harry and I've learned to live with it." "I promise I'll do nothing to encourage him." It was the only reply I could think of. I was concerned that I should have attracted Harry's attention but on the other hand, it was flattering. "Aren't you going to eat your cake?" she asked, changing the subject as the smile left her face. I took another bite, "These are delicious." "From the shop at the end of the high street, wicked aren't they?" she winked at me, "Eat too many and you'll put on pounds and then nobody will fancy you." Was there an edge to Sadie's voice? "I'll have to start work on the garden soon," I offered, changing the subject to safer ground. "Poor you, Harry and I hate gardening, we have a man come in once a fortnight to look after ours. Would you like me to send him to see you, he only charges seven pounds an hour and he's quite dishy, well muscled and well endowed judging by the bulge in his jeans." She giggled, "You might not be so safe with him around, you being on your own, he's a smooth talker." "Oh, n-n-no thanks Sadie," I stammered as my face reddened. She ignored me; "You would be safer if you didn't wear short skirts, just a pair of old jeans, and a panty girdle." I looked at her in surprise, there was that edge to her voice again and it was still there when she continued, "Do have another cake, Jenny." I took the offered confection and took a small bite giving me an excuse not to answer her. For a moment, I felt a wave of dizziness come over me and I shook my head to clear it. "Are you okay?" Sadie asked, getting up from the armchair. "Let me get you some more coffee." She took the now lukewarm pot and my cup and went to the kitchen. "No sugar, thanks." I called a little weakly, the dizziness returning. "No sugar," she answered a minute or two later, offering the warmed up coffee, "Mustn't spoil those trim hips of yours." There was that edge to her voice again though she was smiling sweetly enough. The dizziness got worse, the coffee seemed to have no effect on it and I placed my hand to my forehead. "You've been working in your new house to much." Sadie said, "Have more coffee." "No thanks, Sadie, "I think I might be going down with something." "You should ease up a bit," she advised, placing a cushion on the back of my settee and resting my head on it. "I've been watching you, you're forever hoovering, dusting and washing. I've seen you place lines of washing out two or three times a week. Harry said you have more clothes that a boutique and so many undies, pretty ones too, must have cost a fortune. I bet you change your panties five or six times a day." "I like pretty things," I mumbled, shaking my head again, "And I must get this place clean and tidy, the way I want it..." I tailed off and felt my head dropping as I slid sideways, struggling to remain conscious, Sadie must have put something in the cakes or my coffee. "You've drugged me, Sadie," I groaned, "Why?" Sadie's eyes glistened, "So that you can have a nice restful sleep, Jenny, and when you wake up, your lessons can begin." "What lessons?" I whispered before the blackness came. *** I can't be sure how long I was unconscious but when I did awaken, I lay quietly trying to remember what had happened. As awareness returned, I felt a tremor of fear - Sadie had obviously drugged me but why and try as I might, I could find no reason. The house was quiet but soon I heard somebody moving around in the kitchen. I listened and decided to confront them it might be Sadie or it might be... I tried to lift myself from the settee and to my horror, I could not move. My wrists had been pulled behind my back and tightly tied behind my shoulder blades, secured there by ropes around my arms and chest. By pushing my legs over the edge of the settee, I managed to struggle upright but the movement attracted the attention of whoever was in the kitchen. It was Sadie's, I was not sure whether I was relieved or not. "Awake are we, darling?" "What have you done to me?" "Just a little restraint, Jenny darling." "You've tied me up, what are you playing at?" "Tied you up, Jenny. Oh dear me no, not completely." "Don't be silly, Sadie, untie me at once." "You're not in a position to give orders, Jenny." She came across to me and pinched my cheek, hard. "Ow! Stop that, you're hurting." "Sadie by name and sadistic by nature," she replied pinching harder. She released my cheek and her hand cracked across my face bringing tears to my eyes. "Stop it!" I screamed, "And untie me at once." I stamped my foot. "Tut-tut, you are a noisy bitch." She pushed me and I fell onto my side. Roughly I was rolled onto my tummy and Sadie held me down with a hand in the small of my back. She reached into the canvas bag, which now lay beside the settee and pulled out a length of rope. Sitting on me, she pinned me down and before I could do anything, she wrapped the rope around my ankles and yanked hard causing me to yell in pain. "Shut up, slut!" and she slapped the back of my head before returning her attention to my ankles which she continued to wrap with rope tying it off with a tight knot. I was expecting her to get up then but she didn't. Another length of rope was produced and I felt her trussing my calves, just below my knees and a third piece was wrapped above my knees. The ropes bit into my flesh; Sadie certainly knew how to tie a knot. As soon as she was satisfied with her work, she lifted me back into a sitting position. I was helpless and couldn't move, ready for anything else Sadie might dream up, (what on earth was wrong with her). She was sitting quietly, watching the changing emotions on my face, "It's dawning on you now is it, slag?" "But why, Sadie." "Because I've been watching, the efforts you go to make sure you have lots of pretty undies hanging on your line. The way you wriggle your hips if you think my Harry is watching you." "Sadie, I didn't know Harry was watching me." "Like hell, you've got the hots for him." "No, no, Sadie." "Yes, yes Jenny. Little miss yo-yo knickers. I bet you couldn't get them down fast enough if he asked. Your legs would open the moment you saw his cock." "Sadie, please, you don't understand..." "Oh I understand well enough. Tight or short, flared skirts, see through blouses, black patent heels, black stockings, lacy briefs and French knickers, I've seen them all on your washing line. They're like a flag signal to Harry, 'come on over and screw my brains out'." "Sadie, I didn't intend it to mean anything." "Of course not, you cheap little whore, that's why you made sure to bend down and give everybody a good look at your knickers." She had managed to make herself so enraged that she struck me across the face again, bringing tears to my eyes. I gasped and opened my mouth to scream but she slammed her hand over my mouth. I watched in terror as she rummaged in her canvas bag again, surely not more rope, there was nothing left to tie. And then she found what she was searching for and held it out for me to see. It was a wide leather strap with a rubber bladder attached to the centre and metal buckles hanging from each end, three on each side. "An inflating ball gag, and it's just for you. Puff-puff," she laughed, "Just like a perfume bottle and your mouth is filled." She moved it closer to my face; I knew what she was going to do. "Please, Sadie, don't," I mumbled under palm, "I won't scream, I promise." She eased her hand away from my mouth and I breathed a sigh of relief. "You won't scream?" she asked. I nodded. "Of course you won't but I bet you wish this was Harry's meat going into your mouth." "No, Sadie, honestly, I'm not what you think." "No? What are you then?" and a smirk played on her face. "I'm a... a... a..." Oh God, I was going to have to tell her that I was a transvestite, not another woman with eyes on Harry. She gave me no chance, her hand cracked across my face again and as I opened my mouth to yell, her other hand slapped the gag against my mouth and held it fast as she forced my head down and clumsily buckled the thing behind my head with her free hand. "Pleeth, Thadie, pleeth don't do thith," I lisped through the leather. She ignored me and now that the gag was firmly held by the buckles, she pushed my head back and admired her handywork. I tried to plead with her with my eyes but the expression in her eyes was changing to one of excitement. "Comfy?" she sneered. "Pleeth, Thadie, no." She ignored me, "Now your training starts, slut." She walked into the hall and returned carrying a cane and leather whip. "Training tools," she explained holding them up for me to see. "After I've given you a good thrashing, Harry will be able to play noughts and crosses amongst the wheals on your pretty arse." She sat beside me and once again rummaged in her bag, "Can't let you die of frustration though." She pulled something out: "We'll feed you a good length of this in lieu of Harry's cock." It was a vibrator, black rubber and about nine inches long. From its gleam, I guessed that it had already been lubricated. "Reckon you can take it all?" she grinned, "It will certainly stretch you nicely." What could I do, what could I say. Somehow I had to explain that I had no vagina for that, or Harry's cock. "Pleeth, Thadie, I'm noth a woman, I' a crothdrether." "What's that?" "I'm noth a wom..." Too late, Sadie gave the gag's pump two squeezes and I felt my mouth filled with the foul taste of the bladder. "I can't hear you," Sadie sneered, "you're mumbling." She gave the pump a third squeeze and the bladder forced my cheeks out, pressing my tongue against the bottom of my mouth. She forced my head down and yanked at the buckles on the gag, forcing the strap through to the next hole. The leather crushed my lips and cheeks as it fought against the rubber bladder filling my mouth. "MMMnnng ynnng," I tried to speak. "Still too noisy," Sadie growled and gave the pump another squeeze. The bladder had nowhere to go except down and I felt it invade the back of my mouth until I swore it touched my tonsils. The slightest attempt at making a sound would make me retch and I could drown. I felt a wetness at the corners of my mouth and along my lower lip and with horror realised I was dribbling. Seemingly satisfied with my silence, Sadie pulled my legs of the settee so that I lay across it, face down. I tried to struggle as I felt her begin to work the hem of my skirt up my legs but the ropes held me almost motionless. The hem reached my stocking tops and she ran her hand up and down my thighs. "Good quality nylons," and then with a firm yank from both hands, she had my skirt over my hips and bunched at my waist. "A girdle!" she laughed, "Why my little slut is wearing a firm control Playtex, Not exactly a turn on, is it." She laughed as she rolled me over to face her, "But at least it has a pretty laced edge satin front panel. What will Harry think when he discovers his little bit of fancy wears a girdle?" I could only stare at her, feeling my cheeks blush and then her fingers undid the front suspenders and she pulled the girdle up. "Why, bless me, what's this little bulge in your panties," she giggled and forced her hand under the girdle, reaching for the waistband of my panties and yanked them down exposing my shaved genitals. The giggle turned into a laugh, "A transvestite, just as I thought." She pulled my panties up and re-suspend red my stockings and leaned close to me. "We had an idea this was the case but what annoys me most is that Harry still fancies you. Another woman I might have coped with but a trannie, that's something different. I'm going to whip your arse until you can't sit on it, sissy boy. And just to let you know what Harry is going to feel like when he's inside you, I'll give you more than a whipping." Her hand left my panties and suddenly I heard the buzz of the vibrator, then my suspenders were unclipped, the rear of my panties pulled down and the head of the vibrator was pressed against my rose bud. "Guess where this is going? Right up to the hilt and it's going to be left there while I whip you." She pressed down and I tried to struggle but in vain as I felt the head of the vibrator penetrate me, then slowly tiny piece at a time, the disgusting thing slid into me until I thought my whole body was filled with the manic buzzing thing. She managed to get about seven inches of it into me before she pulled my panties and girdle over it and did up the suspenders. The girdle forced even more of the vibrator into me and I lie there, helpless, soundless with the only sound coming from me, a muted buzzing. "I must pop out for a while and get something for Harry's dinner and just to give you something to look forward to..." I heard a swish and felt a sting as her cane cut into my girdled bottom and I said a silent prayer for its protection, but I prayed too soon. The second stroke hit my thighs, just below the girdle and I jumped with the pain. A third stroke hit the same place and the fourth came down on the bulge where the vibrator lay hidden and forced it further into me. The caning stopped and I felt my feet lifted back onto the settee and I was rolled onto my back. I tried to lift myself to prevent my body weight forcing the girdle further up and Sadie watched, a cruel smile on her face. "My-o-my, if Harry could see you now," she patted my cheeks, "Now I must be off, it's Harry's birthday so I'll make sure I get him something nice for dinner and perhaps a bottle of wine or two." She paused at the door and looked back at me in time to catch me trying to roll on to my stomach. "Now, now, Jenny, we can't have that." Yet again she rummaged in her canvas bag, "Just the thing," She held up two strange looking clamp type devises. Returning to the settee, she undid my blouse and eased it apart under the ropes. "Oh, such a pretty bra, darling," and despite the pain from my lower half where the vibrator was continuing to rape me and the welts on by buttocks and thighs stand, I still felt a blush develop on my partially gagged cheeks. Without ceremony, Sadie pulled the falsies from my bra and studied them, poking at the silicon mounds. "Very realistic, only the best for our girl, eh!" She pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my nipples and I watched helplessly as she fitted the clamps to my nipples, screwing them up hard until tears came into my eyes. She hummed to herself, seemingly very content with herself as she adjusted them before replacing the falsies and bra cups. "Let's see you roll onto your tummy now," she stepped back, "If you do, you'll find out what it's like for a girl to have her nipples pinched." She walked back to the door, paused and took a final look at me. "I'll have to remember to buy replacement batteries for your little toy, oh yes and we're going to need some super glue." and with a brief wave, she disappeared and I heard her slide the street door key of the hall table and then the door slammed. Chapter Two: The Training Begins I don't know how long I lay there; it must have been for more than an hour and each time I heard footsteps on the pavement outside I held my breath in case it was somebody coming to my house. I tried to roll on to my tummy to ease the pains from the rear lower half of my abused body but Sadistic Sadie had been right, the lightest pressure on my chest and the clamps seemed to be trying to tear my nipples off. My thoughts returned to her last remarks, what on earth did Sadie want superglue for? It was a bad thought, the more I dwelt on it, the more horrible the possibilities seemed to be, I cursed an over imaginative brain. Despite Sadie's cruelty to me, I prayed that she would return and I wouldn't be burgled before she did. My prayer was eventually answered as the street door opened and I heard Sadie's voice call from the hall, "Cooeee," and she entered the room and came to stand over me, her arms akimbo. She cocked her head and held a hand to her ear, "Batteries flat? Never mind, we'll take the nasty thing out shall we? Or would you prefer I left it in to thrill you a little more?" Furiously I shook my head and Sadie nodded. "That girdle must come off as well and you'll need a clean pair of panties" Sadie placed two shopping bags on my coffee table and left the room. I heard her going up the stairs to my bedroom and then the sound of opening drawers. Soon her heels were clicking down the stairs. "Suspender belt and French knickers," she held the garments up for me to see and I squirmed with embarrassment as this horrible woman brushed my white and very frilly knickers across my bound legs. "I wonder what Harry would say when he sees you in these, and, I've brought down this pleated skirt as well, it makes it easier to get at your important little bits, darling." She knelt down beside the settee and started to untie my legs, "Don't try anything, my lovely or I will get spiteful, very spiteful." When she had freed my legs, she pulled me into a standing position but I nearly collapsed with the pain of circulation returning to my legs. Sadie held me for a while and as soon as I was steady, she quickly divested me of the pencil skirt and sniggered as I stood in front of her wearing just a blouse and girdle. "Must take a picture for future reference," she said and took a Polaroid camera from one of her carrier bags and snapped of two or three shots. Satisfied with this, she undid the suspenders on my stockings and pulled my girdle down to my ankles, lifting one foot at a time, she divested me of it. Rapidly my panties followed and Sadie took more pictures of my shaved genitals and then she fitted the lace suspender belt around my waist, refastened my stockings and knelt before me holding up the frilly French knickers. She looked up at me and read my mind, "Don't try anything, Jenny, you're still half bound and in no position to get the best of me," and gave a stinging slap to my thighs just to reinforce her threat. I nodded my surrender to her, "That's a good girl," she said, lifting one foot at a time and placed each in the legs of the knickers, easing them up my legs. She snugged them around my waist and patted me on the bottom; "There's a good girl, and now the skirt." This was quickly fitted over my legs and zipped around my waist. Sadie took a step back, lifted the hem of the skirt above my waist and studied the affect, "Much, much better. Now if a chap slips his hand under your skirt, there's no girdle to stop him." She gave me a push and I fell back onto the settee, my legs flying into the air throwing the skirt up above my stocking tops. Sadie laughed, "Why how pretty, the tart is showing of her silk knickers." I'd given up blushing by now, one humiliation after another had left me with no pride and blushing needed pride. I was so dominated by this woman that I made no attempt to struggle as she rebound my legs and ankles. "And now," Sadie smiled at me, "for the final touches." She took a heart shaped piece of pink satin edged with white lace with a length of ribbon hanging from each side from the bag and a tube of superglue. Placing the superglue on the coffee table, Sadie then tied the ribbons of the pink heart around my head and positioned it over the gag. The lacy edge tickled my nose and I had to stifle a sneeze, (difficult with a mouth full of rubber gag!). "Prettier than that ugly old gag," she assured me as she adjusted it. Then her fingers became busy with my blouse buttons and once again, my falsies were removed from my bra and I winced as one snagged on a nipple clamp. "What you need, is a pair of real tits but it would take too long for you to grow them," she paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, "Not a bad idea for some time in the future," she was speaking to herself rather than me. Weighing the falsies in her hand she turned one over and read the label, "36A," she shook her head, "I can't understand Harry, I have a better pair than these." She took some flat headed, needle sharp pins from the table and worked them into my falsies until just the points protruded than she covered the back of each breast with the superglue, "So, let's give you something a little more permanent for the time being, shall we." She lifted my bra clear of my chest, removed the nipple clamps and I squirmed as the circulation returned to them, I thought they were going to set my chest on fire it hurt so much. I looked down, fascinated as she carefully positioned each of the falsies and then pressed them home and the tiny pinpoints dug into me chest. Holding them in position she waited a few seconds until the glue set. "There now, let's see you try to get them off," and she pressed each one in turn forcing the needles into my skin and, stinging my already pained nipples. "Now you know what it feels like to have a pair of tits." She replaced my bra, making a meal of positioning the cups over my now permanent breasts. "Mind you, there is a way to remove them, you'll have to go to the hospital, they have solvents," she sniggered, "Wonder what the nurses will think?" I stared down in horror and realised she was right, I had two choices: keep them and what could I do if I wanted to wear male clothes? Or, suffer the embarrassment of going into a hospital and asking a young nurse to remove them for me. Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheeks, Sadie had done what I have often dreamed about, virtually changed me into a woman and now that my dream seemed to be coming true, I didn't want it, well not on these terms. Sadie refastened my blouse and wiped away my tears, the first gentle thing she had done to me. "Not as sensitive as the real thing, but those pin points will help." and she gave my breast a squeeze and again the needles stung my nipples. She then slid her hand under my skirt and squeezed my scrotum, "These will have to go," I shrunk back against the settee in horror and she laughed, "Perhaps not just yet." She withdrew her hand, laughing at me, "Now let's start your training." And she dragged the armchair and positioned it in front of the settee. Taking hold of my shoulders she lifted me until I was standing and then pushed me so that I fell across the arm of the chair, my head in the seat and my bottom jutting into the air supported by the arm. She smacked my offered posterior a couple of times and then, taking more rope from the Pandora's box of her canvas bag, she undid my ankle and leg bondage, positioned each ankle at a castor and tied them securely, my legs apart. She did the same to my wrists, fixing them to the castors on the other side of the chair, dragging my head and shoulders so that they lay on the opposing arm. It will give you some idea of my state of mind at the time when I tell you I didn't even think of trying to escape when she untied my wrists and arms. Now I was tied securely to the armchair, arms and legs spread and face down, unable to see what she was going to do next. I didn't have long to wait. Grunting with the effort, she wheeled the chair into the centre of the room and picked up the cane and knelt down, turning my head so that I had to look into eyes. Holding up the cane she asked, "Ten, Twenty, Thirty?" and without giving me a chance to shake my head, she stood, swung the cane and brought it down with all her strength and it cracked down across my bottom and without the protection of my girdle, it hurt, oh did it hurt. Four more times that cane punished me before she stopped. "Not good enough," I heard her mutter and then I felt her lift my skirt over my waist, leaving me only the protection of a pair of light, lacy, French knickers and she began again. I have never come across so much dedication as she brought that cane down across my unprotected body and the wheals she was leaving behind must have made the target area look like the tracks in a railway marshalling yard. Tears dropped from my eyes to soak into the cushion of the settee and chest wrenching sobs made my body buck. At last, I hear her gasp, "Fifteen," and she stopped. I lay still, crying, waiting for her to start again. I heard her walk to the arm that supported my shoulders and she lifted my head. "A rest now, for me, not you and then we can start with the whip," she let my head drop and I heard her collapse onto the settee. In the quiet as Sadie rested I suddenly realised that some of Sadie's actions were arousing me, I wanted her to continue the bondage and humiliation but without the savage punishment. Could that be done, I thought, humiliation without the cane? I didn't want to go down this road; introspection can lead to muddy fields and fortunately, (fortunately? What was happening to me? FORTUNATELY!) I heard Sadie moving again. She pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and yanked it above my bra and within seconds, the first stroke of the whip hit me. It was a shock and gag or no gag, I whimpered. Sadie ignored me and the whip fell again and again across my back. I could keep still no longer and my bottom thrashed and squirmed as I tried to tear the ropes off and escape this punishment. There was a pause in Sadie's administrations and then I felt her hand exploring inside my knickers. I grunted with pain as she squeezed my scrotum and then slipped a string noose over my balls and tightened it at the top of the scrotum. She passed the string through the leg of my knickers and tied the other end to one of the castors. "There now, I've found a use for your balls after all. Jump about again and you'll tear them off." And then she started with the whip again, exploring my body from the bra strap to the back of my knees. I whimpered again but all that achieved was to provoke Sadie into giving another squeeze on the gag pump, the bladder in my mouth was crushing my lips against the leather of the gag. When the whipping stopped, I was too frightened to feel relief, what did she have in store for me next? I soon found out, she untied my ball bondage, released my wrists and ankles from the castors and retied them together, then pushed the armchair over to the settee and pulling on my shoulders, lifted me and unceremoniously pushed me onto the settee and sat, studying me. "I really enjoyed that and you should see the pretty patterns on your thighs and back. It's made me feel quite randy." Without another word, she pulled me from the settee and forced me into a kneeling position in front of her, and then she stood and lifted her own skirt. She was wearing no panties and her womanhood was exposed. She pulled my head into her crotch and I could smell her passion and feel the heat that came from the moist place between her thighs. "Not a sound or there's going to be another whipping," she instructed as she released the air from the gag and unbuckled it. Pulling my head tighter into her, she squeezed my head with her thighs, "Now you can use your tongue and not for yapping. Lick and suck and if I don't climax, you get whipped again." I had had enough of her punishment and did as I was told and despite her threats I savoured the taste and scent of her and worked hard. She groaned and pulled my head in closer, squeezing harder with her thighs. If I slowed as my tongue began to ache she simply reached down and pushed the pin-laden breast in my bra hard against my nipples and I worked harder. At long last I felt her stiffen and she gave a strangled cry and she climaxed into my mouth. She fell back into the chair and lay gasping for a minute or two and then stood, keeping her skirt up and again pulled my head into her and started squirming, wriggling her hips, wiping her wet vagina over my face. Satisfied finally she lifted me back onto the settee, "That was good, there seems to be some uses for you after all. I don't think I fancy Harry's rutting after that. No, from now on, you can satisfy me." She giggled, "Why, I do believe I'll buy a strap on dildo and give you a good fucking for a reward. Do you think you would climax if I was pumping into you?" "Please, Sadie, release me now. I promise, I'll keep away from Harry." "But darling, you've missed the point. I don't want you to keep away from Harry. I want him to have you as often as he feels like it. If he's shagging you, he'll leave me alone. Aren't you a lucky bitch, you'll have both Harry and me screwing you." "No, please," but even I heard the insincerity in my voice. "Don't try and kid me, Jenny, you're cock happy and I can promise you, cock is what you are going to get. Harry has eight inches and it's thick, you'll love it." She got up from her armchair, (my armchair, was she subjugating me to that extent?) and paced up and down the room, stopping occasionally to stare at me. Eventually she stopped, "I've just had a good idea. First I must pop next door and make some sandwiches and leave a note for Harry letting him know that I have had to go out, and as he had already arranged to call on you this evening, I've left his food in here with a bottle or two of wine and his birthday present, that's you," she smirked. "And when I have you all ready for Harry, I shall go out for a drink and leave you and him together." She came over to me, "Just you and Harry all cosy and you bound and gagged, I wonder what Harry will do?" she paused for effect, "Rape you I shouldn't wonder." "Oh no, please Sadie, no." She laughed, "And I shall be sitting quietly in the pub wondering what's going on." She reached for the gag again and I opened my mouth to protest but she was too quick for me and the bladder was in my mouth and the buckles fastened before I knew it. Sadie's enthusiastic pumping stifled my protest and once again I was silenced. She replaced the satin gag cover and stood back and studied me, "Hmmm, not birthday present enough, we shall have to change your skirt." She gazed up at the ceiling as if she was looking into my bedroom, "You do have that rather fetching pink and white full skirt and I'm sure I noticed a lovely lacy bouffant waist slip as well. Harry does love his girls in lots of feminine lace." I knew the skirt and petticoat she was referring to, the skirt stopped an inch above my knees and the petticoat flared it out and allowed the occasional glimpse of frills and lace. If Harry caught me in that little ensemble, it was certainly going to arouse him. She left the room and shortly returned carrying the skirt and petticoat. In moments she had me standing and my pleated skirt was off, the bouffant petticoat and full skirt on and she made a great deal of adjusting the skirt and fluffing up the petticoat. Then, as if afraid of undoing her sartorial adjustments, she gently lowered me back to the settee, removed my black patents and replaced them with my 3" stiletto strappy sandals. "Now to get Harry's food and wine ready, and then perhaps a few more adjustments to his present," she gave my cheek a gentle pat, "I'm beginning to fancy you myself but we mustn't spoil it for Harry." She couldn't have been gone for more than fifteen minutes and when she returned she was carrying a tray containing sandwiches, a glass and two bottles of wine, "Let's get him pissed and uninhibited," she explained unloading the tray onto the coffee table, (THE coffee table, it used to be mine.) "Now let's prepare the parcel." and she delved into the carrier bag and produced lengths of pink, yellow and blue satin ribbon which she tied around my head, chest, hips, knees and ankles tying them off with large fussy bows. "Well, what do you think?" and she held up a mirror. What with the lacy petticoat and coloured satin ribbons I did look like a pretty parcel. Then Sadie made herself busy writing a note, "For Harry," she explained, "Let me read it to you:" Sorry I had to go out, darling but the gift wrapped sugar plum on the settee is for you to enjoy. Do with her as you will but be prepared for a surprise when you get into her knickers. I've given her a good thrashing and she's learning obedience and is very docile. But, if she does play you up, there's a cane and whip in the canvas bag alongside the settee. Have fun, see you soon, Love Sadie She placed the note beside the wine bottles and picked up a large decorated card and showed it to me: Hi, Harry, I'm your Birthday Girl. Use me and have fun. "Mnnnph, Nnnmmm, Plllggg," were the only sounds I could make as I protested behind the gag. Sadie ignored me and fixed the card with yet more ribbon around my neck so that it hung down over my chest. She gave my tits a squeeze, just for luck I suppose. "I'm taking your key so I shall have to leave the door on the latch for Harry. I do hope he's the first to discover you. Bye-bye, Jenny, have a nice evening." And she left, leaving me to tremble (with fear or anticipation?) for Harry. Chapter Three Harry! Despite my pain, I dozed off until I was suddenly awoken by the sound of the street door opening. A voice called from the hall, "Hi! Anybody here? Sadie? Jenny?" There was a pause as he waited sand then his footsteps approached the sitting room. He looked quickly around the room but didn't notice my pained and helpless body. He did spot the wine on the table, how typical of a man, booze first and aiding damsels in distress last! He frowned, crossed the room and picked up Sadie's note. As he read a puzzled expression appeared on his rather handsome face and as he slowly sat in the armchair, he noticed me. His mouth dropped open and his eyes slowly worked over me from by be-ribboned ankles to my lacy gag cover and then he read the notice hanging on my chest. The puzzled expression was replaced with a smile, which developed into a wide grin. "Well, well, well," He stood and to my horror, I noticed a bulge developing in the front of his trousers. Slowly, very slowly he walked towards me and stood looking down at me, his eyes travelling up and down my body. He stooped and caressed my nyloned legs and played with the hem of my skirt and petticoat. "White and pink, I just love those colours and such soft lace. Slowly his hand slid under the petticoat and gently travelled upwards until he reached my stocking tops and he felt the suspenders. "Stockings too, so much better than tights." I had frozen, daring hardly to breath, dreading that his hand would travel further and discover the secret I had hidden in my knickers. Sadie had said that Harry new my secret but I doubted that he would be certain and I certainly didn't want him to confirm his suspicions now. Bound and gagged as I was, there was no telling what might happen and my poor bottom was still very sore from the attentions of the cane and vibrator. It was with no little relief that I felt his hand withdraw and he took hold of my skirt, lifting it to expose my petticoat, "Gorgeous," he breathed, the bulge in his trousers increasing, "bloody gorgeous, the best birthday present Sadie has ever given me." He dropped my skirt and reached towards my head, "Shall we take this off?" he smiled and I felt a surge of relief, it he removed the gag, I could at least try to talk my way of this predicament. My relief was short lived as I felt his fingers working on the ribbon bow that held the card. He slipped the ribbon from around my neck and took the card away, reading it again, "Use you and have fun, do you mean it?" Furiously I shook my head as Harry let the card drop to the floor, "Oh come now, you surely mean yes, you are my birthday present after all. And enjoy you I shall, Jenny." His eyes dropped to the front of my blouse and slowly his fingers traced the lace edge to my bra, which was clearly seen through the silk blouse. "Pretty undies, Hmmm." He cupped my breast and squeezed gently, "Nice tits." I winced as the needles pierced my skin again. "Does that hurt, sensitive boobs have you?" and he squeezed harder until tears formed at the corners of my eyes. Harry was turning out to be as spiteful as Sadie. His hand returned to my skirt, and he took hold of the hem, "Pretty panties as well?" He looked into my eyes, "Pretty panties?" and I could only nod my head and hope that he would take my word for it and explore no further. To my relief, he released my skirt and returned to the armchair. He unwrapped the sandwiches, uncorked a bottle of wine and drank straight from the bottle, eating slowly, his eyes never leaving me. "It isn't much fun, not having anybody to talk to," he reached across the small gap that separated us and released the air button the gag, allowing a little air to escape. "How's that?" "Fwank you, Hawee." "What a pretty lisp," he grinned, "So feminine." "Pleeth, Hawee, wi you reweath me?" "Not a chance darling. I haven't even begun to enjoy myself yet." He took a long draught from the bottle and I noticed it was nearly empty, God, he was getting drunk. He shook the bottle, finished what remained inside and opened the second, taking a long drink from that. He sat back in the chair and finished his sandwiches drinking between each mouthful. Finally he appeared satisfied and placed the bottle back on the table, burping gently. "Mustn't get too drunk or I won't be able to perform." He rose a little unsteadily and came back to me, lifting me into a standing position and sat so that my back was to him. I felt his hands on me again as he fingered Sadie's knots on my wrists and arms, "Sadie ties a nice knot and cinches them well." I felt his hands at the hem of my skirt again and slowly he pulled the skirt and petticoat up, stopping when he reached my stocking tops. I heard his breathing grow heavier and then my skirt was lifted higher until he held it above my waist. "My goodness," he exclaimed, "they are pretty knickers. Satin?" I felt utterly foolish standing there soundless and immobile whilst this half drunk man passed comments on my undies. He bunched the skirt and petticoat and held them up with one hand whilst the other caressed my bottom, smoothing the satin knickers. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband and I shuddered as he slowly pulled them down, exposing the criss-cross of the cane's welts. "She certainly did a good job on you," he commented, tracing the welts with his fingers, "This is really turning me on." "Oh Hawee, pleethe," I begged, "Let me fwee." He ignores me and I felt him take hold of a rear suspender and pull it away from my thigh, letting it snap back. I jerked and was rewarded by his chuckle, "There's a few spots my good wife has missed, Jenny, perhaps I should apply a little more can to complete the pattern." I shuddered, "Pleeth, pleeth don't thpank me any more." His hand left my suspender and begun exploring the lace edge of my knickers, slowly feeling underneath. This was it, he was going to confirm my true gender and slip his hand between my thighs, but he didn't, his hand remained on my bottom and slowly moved towards my anus and then press against my very sore rosebud. "Pleeth nnnnno." I tried to call out but the finger did not stop, it slowly penetrated me, deeper, deeper. I don't think I've ever felt so ashamed, so humiliated as his finger began to pump in and out, his breathing growing heavier all the time. Then, to my utter horror, I discovered that I was beginning to enjoy what he was doing and my legs began to tremble. Harry felt it and stopped, "Want it do you? Want two fingers in there," I remained silent willing my legs to stop there trembling. "Can't do much with your legs tied so tightly, can we?" His fingers left me, the skirt was dropped and I felt him stand and he came round to my front. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of my skirt, lifted it high and pushed so that I fell back onto the settee; the skirt and frothy bouffant petticoat falling above my waist and Harry leered down at my knickers clad front. Once again, his fingers began to explore the lace edge of the French knickers and then quite suddenly slipped under the lace and grabbed my balls. "Dear me, what do we have here," he grinned, "I guessed right". He took his hand away and I felt relief again, perhaps he would leave me alone. He pulled my skirt back down to my stocking tops and stepped back, watching ,e as I squirmed, trying to get the skirt and petticoat to cover the stockings. "I've always wanted a girl with that little bit extra," he sneered, "And you are a lovely mover, what a pretty wriggle." I stopped squirming immediately and watched his eyes, remaining as still as I could. "Are you wereathing me now?" He replied by pumping up the gag again, cutting me off before I said anything else. "No way, honey. You are going to get screwed and I bet you enjoy it. But we can't do much with your legs like that, so we'll have to change things a little. He rapidly untied the ribbon bows and three them over the back of the settee before sitting in the chair again. He saw looking at me, his eyes hardly leaving my legs and he even reached over and lifted my already hiked skirt and sniggered when he caught a glimpse of my knickers. "Boy oh boy, I've got to have you Jenny," his trouser front was straining with his excitement and it seemed that Sadie had not exaggerated when she told me Harry was 'well endowed'. He stood again and said, "I'm going to pop next door and make something up for your legs and when I return, you can go down on me and when it's hard, I'll ram it into you. Sadie wrote that she wouldn't be back until late, so I reckon we can fuck for two or three hours at least." He sniggered again, did I hate that snigger? "Well at least I'm going to fuck, you are just going to lie there and take it," He inspected by bonds, pumped the gag again and walked out, massaging that huge bulge in his trousers as he left. *** This is the story for now; if you would like me to tell you more let me know at [email protected]. It's a lot of writing and I need the encouragement. Crikey, you've got over 9 thousand words here!