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My World Turned Up-Side Down By Michael; Ingrid's Ex Please forgive me if this doesn't come out right as I am writing an account of what happened to me and as I write this I am trying to keep a close watch for my wife coming back. A long time ago I was very much into being "forced" (if you will - often in my head) to dress in pantyhose, bra, high heels and then get tied up (often by self-bondage) and struggle to get free. I then met a girl who when I fell head over heels in love with and decided to tell her about my "special needs". I was surprised that she wanted to act out my request without ridiculing my maleness. After the first time of having me dress and tying me up, she was as hooked as I was. She then insisted on "forcing me to dress" before tying me up for long sex play. Foot worship (smelling and licking) was high on her list of things she wanted me to do. She really played the temptress, dominatrix position well. At least I thought it was play. As time went on she made me feel more and more less of the "one in control" and started ordering me to do things (like dressing myself and doing some of the bondage before she would arrive). She would put me into some really tight bondage ties and then go out. Sometimes she invited her girlfriends over to pick her up to go out. This was scary and exciting at the same time, for I was always dressed up and tied up in the bedroom (and most of the time blindfolded as well, so she may have shown me off without me even knowing it). Then the bondage and teasing started to get more serious. She often would pleasure herself on my face and then just leave me in my cross-dressed bondage predicament for the night. Then she suspected me of masturbating and decided to act on her suspicions. She started to tie up my penis - tightly. She would pull it between my legs and fasten it to a belt she made me wear (and she locked on me). I had to sit to pee and getting an erection was impossible and caused a great discomfort. Short of cutting the rope/strap holding me tight, she would have to unlock the belt to free me. She also took away my male underclothes. I was to wear panties and pantyhose every minute of the day 24/7. Then it happened. She blindfolded me and put me in a tight hogtie and left to go out. Upon her return she freed me from the hogtie to be retied tightly on the bed. Then removing my gag she forced herself onto my open mouth. I began to eat her as she always wanted, but something was different. There was a large amount of salty tasting fluid flowing from her way before she reached her orgasm. Then as I hesitated she broke into laughter as did the "unbeknownst to me" friend of hers. He was laughing as much as she was. I struggled, to no use. I figured that she went out, had sex and brought her friend home to watch me eat his cum. I was only half right. They got me off the bed and tied me in a severe strappedo tie only for me to find that I was about to eat him as well. The humiliation of all this was that she held my head (and my nose) forcing me to accept his penis into my mouth. They were hysterical with laughter as he shot his load down my throat and as he pulled out he forced a ball gag into my mouth keeping me from spitting out his cum. Then leaving me standing in high heels and a tight strappedo tie (still with my penis tied between my legs and pulled upward towards my back), they moved into the bedroom for another period of sex. He returned asking me if I was still hungry and released me from the strappedo and retied me bent over to eat my girlfriend again, cleaning her out so to speak and as she held my head close to her pussy, he proceeded to shove her vibrator up my arse. I jolted from the initial thrust of the vibrator, which again caused them to laugh. He began to get hard and she told him he could "take me" for she wasn't done with my mouth and tongue yet. The vibrator was removed and this sexual stud that seemed to be ever hard was soon pumping me. As he shot his cum in my ass, he asked her how he should save this load for my mouth. "Plug him (her) for now." was her answer. After plugging me with some kind of plug, she added, "Here, clean that thing in his mouth." And again they busted out in laughter as he shoved his penis in my mouth. After what seemed an eternity he shot another load in my mouth and pulled out and she forced the ball gag back into my mouth as I was forced to swallow his cum once again. This torment went on for the entire weekend. When they weren't using me as their clean up maid, they were moving her belongings out of the apartment. They left me dressed in my panties, pantyhose and high heels, bent over in the tight stappedo that they loved to see me in. They added a pair of clothespins, (but weighted) to pull on my nipples, as I stood there bent over in "my strappedo" as they soon started to call it. I was kept blindfolded the entire time and never saw his face (or penis). They would return and one of them would smack my upturned arse with a thin plastic rod (later found out it was the rod for the mini-blinds). He would even take time out to screw my girlfriend and then she would sit on the table placed in front of me and have me eat/clean her out while he ravaged my arse (always plugging it to keep his cum in my buns) then he would have me clean his rod and then cum in my mouth again before regagging me with the ballgag. What I want to know is how he managed to be so virile? By Sunday night, they had moved out all of her things. She and her new boyfriend had to have one last tryst at my expense, only this time I was tied on the bed right next to where they screwed. As soon as he pulled out she sat squarely on my face having me clean her out one last time. They he climbed on top of my chest for me to "do it one more time". I sucked her juices from his penis and he thanked me by shooting one last load down my throat. At last I am through this humiliation, or so I thought. Then, with my hands tied behind my back, and my head at the headboard, they pulled my legs high over my head. With a loud pop, the plug in my arse was pulled out and still covered with his cum, it was jammed into my mouth and she secured it there with a pair of pantyhose. Then he just had to fill me up one last time. He pumped frantically until he came and came. She was laughing at him, as he pulled out exhausted from a very "drilling" weekend. Then she placed another plug in my arse. Only this one started to grow in my arse and when it stopped, she disconnected the fill hose/pump. She explained that it would not be easily removed without the hose/pump and she was taking it with her. Then it started to vibrate. "Don't worry about the batteries running out" she said, "I have it connected to a power adapter and it will keep going unless you should lose power" and laughed again. So there I was, tied in the most humiliating of positions, a plug in my mouth, another one buzzing in my arse when she says, "Good bye. I told Joan to come over around lunchtime tomorrow. I told her that her birthday present was wrapped up on the bed. Man will she be surprised and she never really liked you anyway." I just may be tied up forever. *** When Joan showed up, she too broke out laughing, but made sure to whip my arse good with the plastic rod before releasing me. She left me to finish getting free and it took some doing, but I managed to get the plug out without the hose/pump. I took a long hot bath only to find that my ex had also taken all my male clothes as well. I managed to get one of the men in the building to loan me some clothes (without explanation) so I could go out and buy some new things. I was done with cross-dressing and bondage forever! Which brings me to the current situation I am in. I got a transfer within the company, which took me out of the area that meant that I was going to be in a new city/town and not have to worry about running into my ex, her boyfriend, or Joan ever again. Within a year after all this happened (without telling anyone), I was at a bar and met this wonderful girl who had recently transferred from my old hometown. We dated, fell in love and were married. We had a very normal married/sex life. We both had good jobs (mine in sales and hers in administration) and spent a lot of time enjoying each other. Never once did I bring up anything about my ex or what and how she left me. Then my company "downsized" and I was out of a job. I was taken aback because of all I had done for the company. The new sales team decided that the company could be run with younger people making considerably less money thus cutting expenses. My wife made good money, so we were not in too serious of trouble, but we would have to cut back. We didn't have children, but did like to have the finer things and travels life had to offer. I had difficulty trying to find a job with compensation close to what I was making. Several companies were impressed, but I was over qualified with some aspects, but under qualified with others - especially use of the computer. I had always had a secretary to handle all the paperwork. I just had to sell. So I decided that I should learn more about the computer. My wife and I had an old one that she used for personal stuff - word processor, checkbook, but not much else. So I asked her if we could get a new computer so I could learn windows, QuickBooks, etc. She said that it would put a strain on our budget without me working. I got a part-time job with the local BigK. I made minimum wage, but soon had enough to purchase a new computer - Pentium III, 20GB Hard drive, 56k Modem, etc. I hooked it up in the basement out of the way and so I wouldn't be bothered while putting my learning into practice. As I unpacked and set up the system, my wife went through the warranties and set up papers. In that packet was a year free with AOL. We never had Internet in our home (my wife had Internet at her job) so this was a great way to learn "surfing". I took a beginner's Windows course and spent a lot of time putting what I learned into practice in the basement (or whenever I could get her off the net). She set up the accounts for AOL and filled out the profile for each of us. I started applying for jobs, but still wasn't having much luck. I noticed my wife trying to get everything done when she got home from work, so one day I decided to do the laundry, vacuum the floors, and make a great dinner. When she got home, she was really surprised. We had a romantic dinner and I cleaned up the dishes. She checked her e-mail and then we headed for the bedroom. As she started to undress, I helped her, but after stepping out of her dress and shoes, I laid her back on the bed and started kissing her. I went from head to toe (paying particular attention to her hot stocking covered feet - this was a first for her since we got married). I kissed her feet and licked the soles of her feet. I was so hot. I moved back up to her face and we quickly got out of our remaining clothes. I had flashbacks to my ex's boyfriend and how he was able to perform so much. We made love for better than two hours and fell asleep until the alarm went off. When I awoke, my wife was getting dressed. "Good morning sleepyhead." she said. She told me that yesterday was one of the best days she has ever had. She was thankful for me doing the chores and said she really liked the attention she got from me after dinner. Then she said that I could take my time finding a new job if I took care of the chores and take care of her the way I did yesterday. "It's almost like having a maid - only better"! She said as she kissed me on the cheek and left for work. WOW! What a night and I was left knowing that I would be doing the chores until I could find a job! I jumped out of bed and tried to catch her on the way out, but she had left. I went to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast and then set about cleaning and straightening up the house. As I went to get the laundry, I saw her pantyhose right on top. As I took the laundry to the basement, I just kept looking at the pantyhose. I set the basket down by the washer, picked up the pantyhose and smelled the foot of the stocking. I immediately got hard and grabbed her panties and started to rub my penis. I was shooting my load into her panties and smelling the pantyhose. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe the feelings that were returning to me from my earlier years. I put the laundry into the washer, except for the pantyhose. I would wash them tomorrow after I had removed her scent with my nose and mouth. But now I had feelings stirring from before when I would dress up and tie myself up. The phone rang. It was my wife telling me that she had e-mailed me a card thanking me for being such a good husband. I went to the computer and signed on. AOL makes Internet so easy, even a neophyte like me can get e-mail. I clicked on my mailbox and found my e-card from my wife. It was cute with a message that was a play on words "I've got it Maid" on the front. She must have designed it herself. The inside said, "I hope you're up for It tonight". Signed with love. I was happy that she enjoyed my "gift" so much. As I went to close the screen, I inadvertently hit the people/chat icon and was directed to a chat area. I quickly exited and before I could sign off, I received an IM asking why I left so quickly. I told the sender I had hit the wrong icon - sorry to exit so quickly. Then the next IM called me by name. I replied curious how they knew my name. The reply floored me - my wife had our names in our profile. Not sure how to get to the profile, I called my wife and told her about the error, but she reassured me that "everybody" puts their name in their profile. When she came home she said that she had made a mistake about the name and location in the profile. She thought it was a required field. She proceeded to remove our names and location (city/town) from our profiles. I told her that I was IM'ed by someone who called me by my first and last name. Anyway we were safe now. We had another great evening and during the next day my wife called and told me to check my e-mail. I checked my mail and saw several e-mails but opened my wife's first. It was another cute card, which made me sure she was happy about me helping with the chores and taking the daily stresses away from her and I really loved the foot worship I was giving her. The next e-mail was from the person who IM'ed me the day before. It seems she lives in a location close to me and wanted to meet for lunch. I told her I was married and was unavailable, so I could not meet her for lunch. I sent the e-mail and before I could sign off she IM'ed me once again. This time she asked if I would chat with her in a private room. Again I declined and signed off. I continued to look for a new job, but I was always over qualified or not enough experience preferred by the company. I was also doing all the housework and shopping for my wife and she was always so appreciative of my efforts. I must say that I started to do her pantyhose once a week - this gave me a week to inhale her scent from the worn hose. I also started to save the ones she would discard due to runs. Then as it seemed that I had a good schedule for home chores, I started to get bored and gradually started to get online more and more often. I signed on and had about twenty e-mails from the IM'er. Before I could get through the e-mails (all wanting me to join her for private chat, meeting for lunch, etc.), she IM'ed me and told me I had better stop not replying to her IM's and e-mails. I just ignored her, that was until she said that she would stop by at my house. I was stumped. From the first when she knew my name, she had found out my address and was now insistent that I start to communicate with her. I answered her and asked her what she wanted. She said she really just wanted to have an online relationship for role-play fun. I told her I didn't have a lot of free time and that I was married and happy. She said she didn't want real time play so being married didn't matter. She said she was also married and had no plans on leaving her husband. So I asked her what she had in mind and we went from there. It started out all very simple. She wanted to be the dominant in our "relationship". I went along in "if I am online, I'll chat" and play your submissive role-play partner. She was really an interesting person. She had some "kinky" ideas for play (which I was surprised) and really liked the role-play she choreographed. She wanted to dominate me into feminization. She wanted me "to dress up" for our online play. She told me to buy some sexy lingerie, hose and heels. I would just go along with her on this and play as if I had done as she asked. Then she wanted proof. Scanned receipts, pictures of me dressed, etc. I told her I had no scanner. So she said she wanted me to order some items from the Sub Shop online. She told me to order a bondage corset, high heels with a locking strap, panties, pantyhose, a ball gag, and handcuffs and I was to save to file a copy of the order slip and e-mail it to her and I was to do it immediately. She was pretty smart and knew how to get what she wanted. She also had instructed me to shop for some rope when I went shopping. She then instructed me to get a web-cam so she could visually see me following her directions. In three months I was amazed at how much time it took to keep my "online mistress" happy. She wanted me available most of the day and so my ability to get work done around the house started to suffer. After ordering to dress and lock the straps on the bondage corset and heels and locking the handcuffs on my wrists in front of me and she even has me lock the strap on the ball gag, she would allow me some "time off" the computer to get my chores - cleaning and laundry- done. She did want the computer and web-cam left on and I was to do a walk by every ten to fifteen minutes to verify that I was remaining dressed as instructed. She also wanted the keys for the locks left in plain view for her so I couldn't remove the corset, heels or cuffs without her noticing the missing keys. I never knew if she was watching or not. She would never let me see her face, but what a body. Her legs were gorgeous and her feet left me wanting to suck on her toes. She would often have me smell and suck on my wife's worn hose while she imagined that I was doing it to her toes (as I could here her moan). I really got turned on, but the corset left me little I could do to satisfy myself. She also started asking me if I was still satisfying my wife. I thought this a strange question, but when I said yes, she became jealous. I reminded her that our relationship - even though we played it out pretty intensely - was an online role-play relationship. She seemed to cool down and I told her I had to get things ready that my wife would be home soon. I shut the computer down and got undressed, but being so aroused, I decided to masturbate while inhaling my wife's pantyhose. It felt soooo good. The next few weeks my "cyber mistress" was not as kindly as she has been in the past. She wanted everything tighter. The corset, the gag, she even wanted me to start using the ropes to tie my legs, and my torso to the chair. She wouldn't allow me to leave the web-cam to do my chores. Things started piling up around the house. My wife asked what I was doing all day. I sheepishly told her I was watching too much Oprah and the soaps. She didn't seem to mind too much but suggested I try to get caught up with the cleaning and laundry, so that we could have more time together. And she was right. I had to start to attend to the real world and not some cyber role-play. I told my online mistress that I would have to not be on the computer as much and get my real world responsibilities taken care of. She was angry I could tell, but she commented with "and to think I just sent you a gift". I didn't know how to react or what to say (or what she wanted me to say) but she continued, "it was sent Federal Express and I should be receiving it this very morning". I looked straight at the web-cam and said, "thank you mistress, but you really shouldn't have". I could hear the satisfaction in her voice when she said, "contact me as soon as you receive it. Now get to your "real world responsibilities" and with that she was gone. She handled that pretty well, or so I thought. I started with the laundry (felt weird not being dressed as I was doing the chores) and went about cleaning the house. About 10:30 the doorbell rang. It was Federal Express. As I was looking at the package, I noticed there wasn't any return address so I asked the delivery guy whom it was from. He said he wasn't at liberty to say. I told him that I would not sign for it and he replied, "She said you might say that". I asked who "she" was and again he said, "I am not at liberty to say". With that he turned, with the package and started to leave. He looked back and said, "Are you positive you won't accept this package?" and I said quite sure. I went back to my cleaning and put the second load in the washer. I stopped by the computer and signed on to see if "mistress" was online, but noticed I had e-mail waiting. It was from mistress. I opened the e-mail and I could tell by her message she was ticked (to say the least). It read "YOU WILL ACCEPT AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!" Tomorrow, after your wife leaves for work, you WILL get dressed, make up your face, lipstick and lip gloss, mascara, lock every lock and make sure the corset straps have been pulled tight and the ball gag straps are tight as well, and my wrists were to be cuffed in front and my ankles and knees were also to be tightly bound. I want to see your discomfort in your eyes! Then you are to sign on and wait for me. The next day, I did as I was told (or should I say ordered). I was waiting in front of the computer when the doorbell rang. I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew I couldn't open the door like this. I then saw her body enter my screen. She ordered, "Go answer the door!" I was shocked and shook my head no, but she insisted. I struggled up the stairs to the front door. The delivery guy was there waiting for me to open the door, but I wasn't going to open the door in my present state. Just then I saw him turn and start to walk away. Thank God for small favors. As I started down the stairs I heard the door open and my wife's voice, "Honey, Federal Express was just here". I cringed, as there was no way for me to get free and out of these clothes before my wife would catch me. She was at the top of the stairs before I made it all the way down. "What the hell?" was how she started. Then she saw the computer screen and my mistress made herself known to my wife. To my shock, it was my ex. Then without hesitation my wife grabbed the keys and said hello to my cyber mistress. "Hello Ingrid" my wife said. "Hello Karen" my ex replied. They both laughed and my wife said, "you had said kinky but this is outta this world" and invited Ingrid to drop by. "I will" she replied. "I'll be there in a half hour". I was totally shocked - totally dressed - totally restrained - totally gagged - totally screwed! "Stand up!" Karen ordered. She attached my wrists to a cord which went through a pulley in the ceiling joyce. She pulled me up until I was only touching the floor with the tips of my toes. She fastened the rope off to an eyebolt inside of the counter next to the stairs. She then typed in a femdom website and focused the camera to put me on display. With that she went upstairs to wait for Ingrid. I could hear the click clack of her heels on the floor above me and then the doorbell. It was my ex, my cyber mistress and my soon to be tormentor (again). They came down stairs together carrying two suitcases of bondage and tormenting equipment. I was blindfolded as the pair started preparing me for my tormenting. They talked into the camera as I soon learned they were giving a how to lesson on femdom and I was the subject. It had been almost four years since I was last tormented by Ingrid and her boyfriend (now husband). I had been communicating with her for about six months online. I wondered how long my wife knew about all of this. It seems since Ingrid left me on that fateful day, she was determined to continued screwing up my life and when she learned her friend Karen was being transferred in her company near to where I was transferred, she mentioned to her that she knew someone who had just "been dumped" by his girlfriend near to where she was being transferred, but he was a little kinky. Seems Karen was interested, but never said anything about what she knew about me and my kinkiness. After Karen and I were married, I wasn't going to enter the kinky stuff anymore because I wasn't about to mess up with Karen. Little did I know that I was already messed up with Karen before the day we met at the bar. My knees and ankles were untied and fastened to a spreader bar and I was almost completely suspended from the ceiling by my wrists. The corset was unlocked and the lower flap was opened to allow access to my penis and arse. My pantyhose and panties were pulled down and the special delivery package was opened up - a Neosteel total chastity belt. They proceeded to put me into this device, which pulled my penis down and had a special feature. It had an attitude adjusting butt plug - remote controlled. After assuring proper fit and function, the belt was drawn tight and locked - inescapable and unremovable without the key. Just for fun Ingrid pressed the remote control set at the lower of nine settings. My body jumped, but when she boosted the power setting I thought someone had left an electrical line in my arse! The two mistresses laughed and proceeded to pull up my panties and pantyhose and tightly strapping the bondage corset and locking the three straps. Then outfitting me with a remote control collar that had leads to two nipple clamps I was wired for remote torment. There seemed to me that there was no way out and these two conniving wenches seemed to be holding all the control(s). So they started to take turns playing with their respective remotes and me! Then I was lowered only to have my wrists uncuffed and then tied behind my back, but at least I was not hanging any longer. My knees and ankles were retied tightly. Then Karen attached the rope from the pulley to my wrists and Ingrid says, "Remember this position? As I recall we called it your strappedo!" laughing as my arms were cruelly pulled towards the ceiling behind my back. The women mocked my muffled screams. "What's the matter? Poor baby, does it hurt - much?" How did I ever let this happen a second time? Then a table was pulled over in front of me. Karen got up on the table and slid her pussy in front of my face. Ingrid removed my gag and I started to curse, which was short lived as both women used a jolt of electricity at the same time. My body convulsed from the shock in my arse, my neck and nipples screamed in pain and then the jolt subsided as I realized that each of the women were laughing at their quick learning of the use of the remote. I was ordered to eat and lick my wife. Hey, she didn't have to go to all this to get me to do that. After several orgasms, it was Ingrid's turn. And without any "bad behavior" from me I went to task of pleasing her. It was getting close to evening when the doorbell rang. Ingrid ran upstairs and let another member of their tormenting party in. I heard the footsteps returning and looked up. There stood her husband, the jerk boyfriend who abused me years before. You remember Reese, don't you? And the three decided it was time to party. I saw clothes flying and naked bodies on the mattress thrown on the floor for me to watch. First Reese "did" my wife who in turn returned to the table for me to "snack". Then Ingrid took my wife's place on the table. Again I was "given" the taste test of Reese's cum. After cleansing both women, Reese came over for some satisfaction and cleaning personally. His cock was forced into my mouth. I tried to refuse but Karen grabbed the remote for my arse and setting it on full, gave me the jolt of a lifetime and I quickly obeyed and brought Reese to a gushing orgasm. Reese commented how much better I had become. He asked "have you been sucking a lot of cock during the past few years?" I glared at him as the ball gag was strapped to my head and locked. He walked around my strappedoed frame and began to whip my backside with one of those blind rods once again. As tears streamed down my face, he asked me if I had any luck finding a job since he had me fired? Again I glared at him. Seems he inherited the company I worked for when his grandfather died and every time someone called for references he was contacted and he told them I had to be let go for circumstances he didn't care to discuss. But when pressured, he just told them that I couldn't follow orders and wouldn't do the things the job required to satisfy the bosses' criteria. No wonder I couldn't find a job. But he concluded, "You now have a job which suits you. All you have to do is just hang around and be quiet. You will be the "entertainment committee" and maid for your new bosses". I wonder how much my new job will pay or maybe it's just all I can eat or drink - for free! The End (for now)