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Don't Ever Get Caught ? by: Cissykay My marriage of three years was everything I had dreamed of growing up. Cheryl, my wife, was a fantastically beautiful woman who also had a brain. She worked as a senior account manager for an investment firm in South Florida. I had just been made a partner in a law firm that did mostly corporate law, with an occassional high profile divorce thrown in. That's where I came in. I was a very successful divorce attorney. Cheryl and I had met in law school. She originally wanted to do the same thing I was doing, and even passed the bar. She then received the offer from the investment firm, and it was too good to turn down. Our sex life was wonderful also. We fit in bed like two spoons. She is 5'10", and so am I. I weigh about twenty pounds more than Cheryl, and that is due to me having a 32 inch waiste to her 27 inches. We both liked to get a little kinky in the bedroom. This mostly consisted of her dressing like a hooker, and then charging me a small fee for her services. I, at times really got into the game, and went so far as to purchase over the internet, some mild restraints. I told her that if she was a hooker, she had to do what the client asked for. I would usually cuff her to the bed, hand and foot, and use my tongue on her until she had an orgasm. Then I would release her, and we would make passionate love for the rest of the night. I even went so far as to mimic my little slut wife one evening by donning a pair of her 5" heels, and trying to prance around in them. Although they fit comfortably, (we also had the same size feet), I couldn't manage to take more than one step without falling over. My problem began when Cheryl began to suspect that I was getting a bit more loving than she was giving me. I took the case of a very well endowed, and very beautiful woman who was suing her very wealthy husband for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. I, being the type of lawyer who consoled my clients in every possible way, took the soon to be wealthy divorcee to lunch and dinner on several occasions. Well, one thing led to another, and I comforted her in her bedroom two or three times. It was apparent that she thought all men were nothing more than pond scum, but some of us were good enough to shack up with. I was taking a Friday afternoon off in the hammock that I had stretched out in the back yard. Cheryl had just brought me one of my favorite cocktails, and I was beginning to feel quite relaxed. I was so relaxed in fact, that I promptly fell off to sleep. When I awoke, I saw Cheryl sitting on her lawn chair with a drink in her hand. She was watching T.V. and seemed to have a wide grin on her face. As I tried to shift my body to get up from the hammock, I couldn't move. While I was asleep, Cheyrl had fastened my now naked body to the hammock. My hands and feet were securely tied to the mesh of the hammock with lengths of rope. Not only that, the hammock had been totally wrapped around my body, and tied together with rope. I was effectively encased in a nylon rope cocoon. The T.V. was situated so I could see a movie of myself and my client making love in her bedroom. Soon after that, Barbara, a now wealthy client wandered into the back yard. Cheryl poured her a drink, and Barbara walked up to me to survey what had been done. "Well, it doesn't look like this pig will be going anywhere soon." "No, he's pretty well tied up at the moment," Cheryl began to giggle, and then a look I had never seen before possessed her. She looked as if she could take a knife to my private parts right there on the spot. "Well honey, it appears to me that you like to have some fun while I'm at work, and you're counseling your distraught wives. Barbara and I are going to have a little fun of our own before this day is over." Barbara had the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen on a woman in my life. I had one of the biggest erections I had experienced in mine. "Let's finish our pitcher of drinks. I don't think our little captive here will object." The two ladies took the better part of the next hour chatting about the type of things that women talk about, and didn't give me so much as a look. I tried with everything in me to free myself without appearing to be in a panic. When they had their fill of the martinis, they talked softly for a minute, and then Barbara went into the house while Cheryl came over to me. "O.K. Cheryl, you've had your fun. I can explain what you saw on the video. Now just get me out of this and sit down so I can talk to you." "Ken, my darling, you can't even begin to imagine the fun Barbara and I are going to have today. The fun has just begun." With that, I saw Barbara returning, pushing a gurney like one would find in a hospital. She proceeded to lower the table until it slid under my bound torso, and then Barbara started to raise the table until I was laying on it. Cheryl then unhooked the hammock from its posts, and before I knew it, I was being wheeled to the garage, and put in the back of Barbara's SUV. With the back seat folded down, I was able to fit quite comfortably. Barbara and Cheryl then got in and we were on our way. Barbara drove for about fifteen minutes. I wasn't able to see anything from my prone position except the house and tree tops. Finally, we pulled into a long driveway and drove into a huge garage. I knew immediately that we were now at the house I won for Barbara in her divorce, since I had been there before, and parked in the same garage. Once inside, Barbara must have pushed a button on her key ring alarm, because the garage door closed. The two girls then pulled the gurney and my bound body out of the car, and wheeled by into the basement of the house. I could see that the basement was beautifully finished, with doors leading to two separate rooms off the main room. I was left in the middle of the basement, and Barbara went into one of the side rooms. She quickly reappeared with a black leather strap that had a ball in the middle. The strap was fastened around my mouth, and the ball was forced in. Barbara fastened what I now knew was a gag in place. Cheryl was the first to speak. "We thought the gag was a good idea for the moment, because I want you to just listen without trying to insert any feeble excuses for your actions. In a few minutes, we're going to go into Barbara's fun room, and you will do everything you are told to do without one word. If you fight us in any way, life as you know it is over. I will sue for divorce, and as you know, I'll get everything you have now, and every penny you'll earn in the next twenty years. Am I making myself clear?" All I could do was nod, because I was unable to speak with the gag in my mouth. We are going into the other room, and you will do exactly as instructed. Now, you may think you can escape from here, and maybe you can, but all you will succeed in doing is to run away naked, and in the process lose everything." The gurney was then wheeled into the next room, and it looked like a spare bedroom with a few strange features. I could see some eye bolts fastened to the ceiling and floor in various places throughout the room. I had no idea what they could be used for, but I soon found out. The first thing Barbara did was to remove the gag and warn me again not to speak a word. I did as I was told because I knew I was in deep shit here. "If you do as you're told, we'll discuss our future together, when we're through." My heart jumped. The way Cheryl spoke, I knew there was a chance to save our marriage. This made it all the more important that I appease these two. I was then lifted off the gurney, and both women started to release me from my web. They laid me on the floor, and started at the bottom. When my left foot was finally, released, Barbara produced and leather cuff, and locked it around the ankle. She then took about a ten foot length of chain, and locked one end to the cuff, and the other to one of the eyebolts in the floor. I was then tethered to the floor with no way to free myself without the key. Then they untied the rest of the ropes, and I was able to stand. As I looked around the room, I saw that it contained a very expensive four poster bed, a lighted makeup table, and another door leading off this bedroom. A victorian chair was situated at the front of the makeup table. It appeared to be a normal guest room except for the hooks. "Are you ready to start having some fun sweetie?" I nodded my head not knowing what they had in mind. "The first thing you are to do is go to the makeup table, and in the top left hand drawer, you will find a tube of gel, and a razor. You're to take them out, and go through the door. It is the downstairs shower. You're to take a shower, and then apply the contents of the tube to your entire body, from your neck down. There is no need to acknowledge, because I know you can follow directions. And while I think of it, don't close the shower door. We want to make sure that you are doing as you're told. Please don't forget to shave your face very close." I removed the tube and noticed that the label had been removed. I then walked into the shower. The chain attached to my ankle was just long enough for me to stand in the middle. I turned the hot water on, and took a long soothing shower. I the opened the tube, and applied the contents to my entire body. "Now, just stand there until I tell you to rinse the gel off." I noticed that as soon as I got into the shower, Barbara disappeared into another room. After about fifteen minutes I was instructed to turn the shower back on, and rinse the gel off. To my great surprise, all of my body hair went down the drain along with the gel. I was now completely devoid of any body hair except for my head and eyebrows. "O.K. come on out, and dry yourself off so I can see how you've done. As I dried myself off Cheryl just giggled and told me that I did a very good job. Barbara now reappeared and took a seat next to Cheryl. She was carrying another pitcher of drinks for the girls. Although I couldn't see a clock, I thought it must be about 6:00 P.M. Barbara spoke up next. "This is where it gets a little tricky love. Just do as I tell you, and everything will turn out fine. The next thing you are to do is turn the chair at the makeup table sideways, and go into the top right drawer of the vanity and remove the items that you find. I rearranged the chair as instructed, sat down, and opened the drawer. It contained a black very lacy bra, a pair of lifelike looking breasts, and another small tube. "First, put the bra around your chest backwards, and fasten the hooks. Remember, not one word of protest." I was beginning to see where the girls were going with this little game of theirs. They wanted to humiliate me for my infidelity. There are worse things that can happen, so I decided to play along. I also noticed that again, I had a raging hard-on. I didn't know why, but it must have been because I was sitting naked before these beautiful creatures. I did as I was told and fastened the bra around my chest with the cups facing backwards. "Now, turn the bra around so it is on correctly, and put your arms through the straps. See, you now know how we ladies get those awful things on. Now please insert one of the fake tits into each cup." I did that and saw that I now had a pair of huge breasts, most definitely bigger than Cheryl's. "Now, I want you to feel the breasts inside the bra. Go ahead, grab a handful. I know you know how to do that. You grabbed mine enough times. Oh, sweetie, where's that big lovely smile that you give the ladies. This was getting comical, and even without realizing it, I was smiling as if I was enjoying this stupidity. "Now, remove one of the breasts, and apply a liberal amount of gel to the inside of the breastform. Then do the other." I did it as quickly as I could. The sooner I was finished with this weird game, the sooner I could get back to normal. As soon as I had replaced the tits in the bra, I was told to press against the tits for about thirty seconds. When I was through, I knew immediately that I had applied some sort of adhesive to the breasts to help keep them in place. Now I was sitting there with nothing on but a black bra and big tits. Now it was Cheryl's turn. "O.K. darling, second drawer on the left. I'm sure you won't need any instruction, since you've seen me dressed in these items many times. I opened the drawer, and found a pair of black lace panties, and a waist cincher. I got up from the chair and stepped into the panties. Here comes that silly erection again. They actually felt so smooth against my now hairless body. These panties were definitely expensive real silk. Next, I wrapped the waist cincher around myself, and pulled the laces. "We want this as tight as you can make it, so pull tight muscleman." I pulled it as tight as I could, and wrapped the laces twice around my waist, and tied off the ends. "Boy, you're beginning to take on a great shape honey. If I knew you'd look this pretty in my undies, I'd have had you do it long ago." Both girls broke out into a laugh that was half enjoying what I was being subjected to, and half the booze. "O.K., now the second drawer on the right." I opened it and discovered the silk stockings that obviously would attach to the garters hanging from the cincher, and Cheryl's sexiest pair of black 'fuck me pumps' with the 5" heels and the ankle straps. I rolled up the first stocking as I had seen Cheryl do many times. "Hey, you're pretty good at that." I was about to wisecrack back at Barbara, but I remembered my warning about not saying one word on penalty of divorce. I rolled the stocking up the leg that didn't have the cuff on it, and attached it to the tabs on the garter. Barbara then produce another identical length of chain attached to a cuff and I was told to put it around the stockinged leg and lock it on. I was thrown a key and told to remove the other cuff. Next, I was told to put on the other stocking, which I did. "Now take the left shoe, open a drawer, and put the shoe on. I placed the left shoe on my foot, and had some difficulty fastening the strap even with my foot perched on the open drawer. Now stand up and attach the first cuff to the ankle with the shoe on it. Again I was given a key and removed the other cuff. I then put on the other shoe and fastened the strap. "Now attach the other ankle cuff, and throw the two key to me." I did as I was told. Now I had both my ankles cuffed and bolted to the floor. "O.K., next step. Why don't you bring us another pitcher of those great drinks Barbara. This could take awhile." Barbara left and told Cheryl not to start until she returned. This part I just have to see with my own eyes." As soon as she returned and poured two drinks, I was told to put the chair back facing the vanity, and remove all the items from the small drawer in the middle. It was a full array of makeup. "O.K. lover, first take the foundation base and the wide brush, and apply it to your entire face in a thin layer." Cheryl was now laughing hysterically. I tried to comply, but I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. Now take the skin colored rouge, and apply it over the foundation. I did that, and now I looked worse. Then came the eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. I had taken a good thirty minutes to perform the application, and looked like a fool. Just then Barbara left the room to fetch the third pitcher of drinks. By this time, both ladies had half a bag on. When she returned, both Barbara and Cheryl surveyed my work. "This will never do Barbara. We're going to have to give him some help here." Cheryl then removed the makeup, and proceeded to reapply it. She was so good at this that it took her half the time to make my face up, and as I looked in the mirror, I was a strikingly attractive female. As soon as she was finished, Barbara disappeared again, but this time didn't come back with drinks. I guess that I must have used too much eyeliner, shadow and lipstick, because Cheryl had to use a different bottle and tube of each. Cheryl and Barbara, now sitting again instructed me to open the small drawer on the vanity top and remove what I found. I found a complete set of two inch false nails, and the adhesive to attach them. "Go ahead pumpkin, you've seen me put those on before." I started to glue on the nails until I had all ten in place. Next came the two coats of bright red polish that I noticed matched my lipstick. When I was finished, I was now totally dressed and madeup as a woman except I was only wearing undies. I knew that this ordeal was almost over, and not too soon for me. I did learn one thing so far though. It isn't as easy as you may think for a woman to become beautiful for us men. "Now my love, for the last two few steps, and we'll be finished. Open the other tiny drawer on the vanity and remove the next stage." I did as I was ordered, and found my neckless, ear rings, and bracelets. I had no problem putting these items on, and my transformation was now complete. The wristbands were bright red, and seemed to look a little strange. Each band had a small gold knob on the inside. I had no idea how any woman would wear these, but what did I know. "Last my love, go get the packages on floor in the corner, and put them on the bed." I did and was told to open the largest box first. I opened the box and found a bright red leather mini skirt. "Now slip the dress over your head, and pull it into place. I did that quite easily. "Now the next biggest box." I opened that and found a matching leather top that was almost like a vest. I put it on, and it covered the bra, and showed plenty of cleavage. I could see in the vanity mirror that I looked very sexy, cheap, but sexy. Here comes that rotten swelling cock again. I figured we were opening boxes biggest to smallest, so I reached for the next box without being told. It was a Farah Faucet looking blonde wig. I went to the mirror, and place the wig on my head and adjusted it until it was perfect. I could tell it was made of human hair, and it didn't even need any brushing out. "Only two more boxes, and we're through dear." I opened the next box and found a very wide belt that when put around my waist, made the entire outfit look as if it were one piece. The belt had three gold studded holes on each side. I fastened the belt and only had one small box to open. As I did, I was astonished to find a matching red leather choker, with the word 'SLUT' engraved in gold. This was beginning to go too far, but I was so anxious to get this clown show over with, that I just fastened it around my neck. The box also had a very small gold lock that went through a studded hole in the collar. "Lock it in place, precious, or we stop right here." By now she was so drunk she was slurring. I was now decked out like an actual slut. "Look at our red leather hooker Barbara. Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" She is most definitely a heartbreaker all right. Sexy as hell too." Barbara then began talking to me. She was slurring worse than Cheryl. "Now go sit at the vanity, and put one more coat of lipstick on, and the sealer on top. Be very careful not to mess Cheryl's work up." As Barbara took off one more time, I went to put the lipstick and sealer on. When she returned, she had yet another pitcher of drinks. These two were going to be in a coma any minute now. She was also carrying a videotape. She inserted the tape into the player and took hold of the controler. "O.K. baby, now take your chair and turn it around so it's facing us, and stand in front, so we can get a good look at you." As I stood there, the girls came closer to inspect me at close range. "I'm not sure that these bracelets are what we want here. What do you think Ken? It's O.K. you can talk now. You've been a peach by not saying one word all evening." "Well, they do look really cheap. Like cosmetic jewelry, and bad jewelry at that. These knobs are ridiculus." "Let's see if the color matches the belt. I did pick them out in a hurry yesterday." With that, each girl took a wrist and brought it down to compare the color of the bracelets and the belt. I then heard two distinctive clicks, and instantly my wrists were attached to by belt. "There, that should hold you while we all watch a movie. I was shoved into the chair and Barbara hit the play button on the VCR. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a film of everything that had taken place. "As you'll notice Ken, the camera was set up in such a manner that the ankle restraints never comes into view. And, by not talking, it appears that we were not in the room. Looks like you just dressed yourself in women's clothing because you're a pervert. And, I especially like the part where you apply your makeup. You'll notice that the film only shows the back of you when you're putting it on. I went into the other room, and turned the recorder off while Cheryl applied it correctly. But, it looks as if you were expert at doing it on your own." "Barbara, it's now about 9:00 P.M. I think it's about time the girls went out for a night on the town." "You aren't taking me out with you two nuts to clubs with me dressed like this." "Oh, don't worry sugar, we're not going to bring you inside any clubs dressed like a hooker." "Good, I know too many people in this city." "We don't have time to take all this stuff off of you now, especially since the breastforms can't be removed without a special solvent, and that's at our house. Oh, and the lipstick and eye makeup need a special remover as well. It's kinda semi-permanent. So, you'll just have to come along for the ride." It was then that Barabra hooked a chain between my ankle cuffs which will force me to take small, mincing steps. The two other chains were then removed, and I was helped to my feet. "We'll help you to the car honey, I wouldn't want you to trip and smudge your makeup." I was led to the car and placed in the back seat. As we drove into the city, the girls were giggling like the two drunks they were. Twice, Barbara almost drove right off the road. They just laughed. When we reached our destination, Barbara parked the car about a block away from a club that was in a very seedy neighborhood. I immediately saw my Mercedes convertable parked in the next block. "What the hell is my convertible doing here. It could be stolen." "We just thought you may want to drive home later, as Barbara and I will be out till the wee hours of the morning." Barbara then came to the rear seat of the car and was about to release my seatbelt, when she gasped. "Oh, I almost forgot something. I must be drunk already." She produced a short length of chain and a tiny lock from her purse. She attached the chain to the lock at the back of my collar. Then she helped me out of the car. "We'd better hurry up. It's almost 9:30, and we told everybody to show up at 9:45. In front of her car just to the left was a metal no parking sign. I was brought in front of the sign, and told I could lean against the post. It was one of those metal posts that for some reason had holes running all the way up the middle. "Let's get these silly ankle cuffs off you." Cheryl knelt, and began removing the cuffs. My arms were still fettered to my sides. As she did this, Barbara said she was going to remove the collar. "On second thought, this doesn't have the effect I had hoped for." I was told to bend my head forward just a bit. She the reached behind the collar, and instead of removing it, she threaded the chain through a hole in the post and locked the other end. I was now chained to the sign in an erect position. "There we go Cheryl, we finally have this piece of shit of a man as we wanted him. Let's get the belt off and go on our way. Cheryl then unfastened the belt, and pushed a button on each of the insides, freeing my hands. I tried to grab her as soon as she did that, but she wasn't so drunk that she had any trouble jumping out of reach. "There, there slut, is that any way to attack your wife? Just relax, the party will begin in just a few minutes." With that the girls left, and I was standing there, chained to a post, in cheap neighborhood, with no way to free myself. It was a very short time later that a young girl showed up and asked what I was doing there. "Aren't you Mr. Burns, the attorney? Why are you dressed like a cheap hooker? Not that you look bad." I didn't know what to say to this girl, so I said nothing. If there was one thing I learned in law school its, when you're in this type of situation, don't say a word. "How long have you been a cross-dresser? By the way everything is so well done, I'd say a long time." "Will you please just try to get this collar off my neck, so I can get out of here." The girl walked behind me and shook the lock and chain. "This isn't coming off without a key, or a boltcutter." I'll get someone to release you if you'll come clean and tell me how long you've been dressing in woman's clothing?" I knew that if I told this young lady that I was forced into this situation by two drunken females, she wouldn't buy it for a minute. So I told her what I thought she wanted to hear. "I've been doing this since I was a teenager." "Did you have an unhappy childhood, or did you just like to dress in your mother's or sister's clothing." "I don't have any sisters. I used to dress in my mother's things when I was young. Will you please get something to get me out of this now?" "O.K., I'll call a locksmith. Don't go anywhere until I get back." "You're very funny young lady." "I'll go to the club up the street and call." She no sooner got out of sight when my biggest fear was realized. It was the police, and they were pulling over. "Well, what the hell do we have here?" It was a redheaded female officer. Her partner was also a female. "Honey, you don't even try to hide what you're doing, like most of the hookers around here. You're new. Have I seen you before?" I just shook my head. As she got closer she blurted out, "Hey partner, I got some news for you. This broad has an Adams apple. This is a guy. And I think I've seen him before. Are you sure I haven't busted you before fag?" "I'm not a fag officer." "Then what the hell are you doing in this neighborhood, dressed as a prostitute? Trying to pick up lesbians?" I didn't answer her. "Now I remember that face. You're Ken Burns, the attorney." I was done for. "Well, Mr. Ken Burns, rich and cocky attorney, I'm going to cite you for soliciting as a female. You'll have to appear in court when the citation arrives. I want to see you talk your way out of this." She wrote the citation, and ordered me to get my transvestite ass out of her sector. I was lucky she didn't walk behind me to see that I was chained to the post. As they were leaving, the other officer walked up to my ear. She whispered, "Good luck honey, you're going to need it," as she placed a small envelope in my hand. As soon as they left I opened the envelope, and found the key to the lock on the collar, and my car key. I fumbled for about five minutes, but finally opened the lock, and freed myself. I don't know if the young girl had called the locksmith, and I wasn't about to hang around to find out. I jumped in my car and drove off. My only option was to drive home. When I arrived, I was shocked to see Barbara's car in the driveway. I was so shook up I didn't even remove my heels before I ran in the house. As soon as I walked through the door, I saw Barbara and my wife sitting in the den drinking more booze. "So how was your evening sweety?" Barbara just sat there while Cheryl wanted the details. "You'll find out how my evening was just as soon as I get out of this get-up. I'm going to break every fucking bone in your body." "Oh look Barbara, she even talks like a cheap whore now. I guess we did a good job in her transformation. Now slut, you'll listen to me. You'll get out of the get-up as you call it when I tell you to. Have you forgotten already that I have a full-length feature of you dressing yourself up as a woman. Now shut up and digest what I'm going to say. The young girl that approached you this evening couldn't wait to call as soon as she left you. You have no idea how thankful she was to get the biggest story she's had since she went to work for the local newspaper. Not to mention the court date. Your going to have to explain to a judge what you were doing. I'll have all I need to file for divorce and financially ruin you. With all that I've accomplished this evening, and the film I have of you playing 'hide the salami' with Barbara, you'll lose everything. The law firm will suffer greatly, and I'm sure they'll be right on my heels in court to sue you for whatever I don't get. Bottom line here is, you're the one who got fucked here. Now get your cheating ass upstairs, and get ready for bed. Be sure to put on the nightie that has been left out for you. I'll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in." I had no choice but to comply with my wife's demands. I went upstairs, removed my skirt and vest, and put on the nightie over the lingerie. About fifteen minutes later, my wife came into the room. "You'll find your brand new black leather maid's outfit in the closet. We expect breakfast at 7:00 A.M. sharp. Oh, and be sure to fasten the posture collar that's hanging beside you're uniform securely in place, and lock it on. See you in the morning sexy." I went to sleep wondering what was in store for me. I'm sure I don't know what it is, but I am sure I won't like it. Don't Ever Get Caught Chapter 2 I had a very uneasy night. As much as I tried, I couldn't sleep as I kept replaying all that had happened to me in the last twelve hours. I knew that everything I had worked for since college was now gone. Cheryl would most certainly file for a divorce first thing Monday morning. I awoke at 6:00 AM and laid in bed trying to get my thoughts together. I had two days to convince her that I would change my ways, and never be unfaithful to her again. After all, I did love her very much, and I didn't want to lose her. I resigned myself to do whatever it would take to give me one more chance. I finally got myself out of bed, and went to the closet to get the maid's outfit. I struggled to get into my new uniform. After a few minutes I had the zipper up and looked at myself in the mirror. Although my wig was all a mass of tangles, and my makeup had faded, I still looked damn good for a man dressed as a maid. I walked back into the closet to get the collar, and noticed a small piece of paper taped to it. It instructed me to put on a fresh coat of lipstick, brush my hair, and do nothing else. I fastened the collar around my neck, and locked it in place. I did as instructed in the note, and was ready to go downstairs to prepare breakfast for Cheryl and Barbara. As I tried to walk down the stairs I immediately realized that my feet were killing me from having had these heels on since yesterday. I managed to hold on to the railing, and get myself to the bottom without falling. When I reached the bottom and began to walk, I noticed that I had to take very small steps because of the pain. I almost had to walk on my tiptoes so the heels wouldn't take my full weight, and make me wince in pain. I finally made it to the kitchen and went directly to the refrigerator. There was a note taped to it also. "My darling Kendra, this will be your last opportunity to leave. I realize that you can find something to cut through all the leather that is locked to various parts of your body. If you choose to do that, I will proceed with everything that I threatened yesterday. If you choose to stay, you will be required to show me that you are truly sorry for breaking my heart. I do love you, but you have forced me to punish you for your transgressions. I know there have been many more than just Barbara. If you wish to stay as my husband, then I am going to make sure that you never cheat on me again. On the diningroom table, you will find a pair of steel handcuffs. Lock them on your wrists, and then begin to make breakfast for the three of us. I know we will all be quite ravished after yesterday, so make plenty. There is a list of what we would like on the dining room table. Now be a good little slut and get to work." Cheryl was right. I could get out of what I was wearing, and remove all the makeup. I could leave now, and take my chances in court. I am a damn good attorney, but with the film and Barbara as a witness, I knew I wasn't that good. Perry Mason couldn't win this one. I decided that my only hope was to placate Cheryl until she calmed down, and then I could talk some sense to her. I went to the dining room and locked the steel cuffs on my wrists. Then I read the breakfast note and knew I could take care of their requested bacon, eggs, juice, toast, and coffee. Just thinking about it made my stomach rumble. I prepared a huge breakfast by the time I heard the sound of slippers sliding into the kitchen. "Good morning Kendra. I am so glad that for once you have decided to think with the head on your shoulders instead of the one between your legs. Is breakfast ready?" "Yes Cheryl, breakfast is ready, and I'm not really sure that I like the name Kendra. My name is Ken." "Well that just too bad. From now on until I'm sure that you have changed your ways, you will be addressed as Kendra by me and my friends. What's more, you will address me as Mistress Cheryl at all times, and any other female that you talk to in private as Mistress. If that isn't acceptable to you, we can always make it sissy Kendra, and you will be required to address all women as Mistress at all times. Which will it be?" I knew that this wasn't the time to test her resolve, so I agreed to her terms. "Now, be a dear and set up breakfast in the dining room. Mistress Barbara will be down shortly." I set up everything that was needed in the dining room, and sat down to eat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing. The maid always stands and waits for her Mistresses to be seated before she serves them." I jumped to my feet and stood at attention until both ladies were seated, and then served them before I went back to my breakfast. When we were through eating, and the ladies were finishing their coffee, the talk was mostly woman stuff, and it was like I wasn't even there. "Kendra, please remove the dirty dishes and return as soon as you are through. There are a few things we need to address. On your way back, get a pad and pen from the study, and bring them with you." I did as I was ordered. I had a feeling that I didn't want to piss her off. Especially after reading in the note that she still loved me. I returned with pad and pen in hand. My wrists were beginning to feel the effects of the manacles by this time. I sat back at the table and waited silently until Cheryl and Barbara were ready to try to humiliate me further. When they were through with their conversation, Barbara got this evil look on her face. "Mistress Cheryl has told me that I am not the first woman that you have had an affair with. Did you tell all of them that you were divorced, or just me? You don't have to answer that. I really don't care." I was in shock. Not because of the question, but because Cheryl knew that I had played games with other women beside Barbara. "Before we begin, Barbara has brought something from her playroom that I would love to see on you. It will give you something to think about instead of trying to lie your way out of what you have done." Barbara then went behind me and took something out of a bag that was on the floor. I had no idea what it could be, and since I couldn't see behind me, I had no way of getting a look. "Open wide honey, NOW. I just did as I was told. Barbara then inserted a vile looking gag in my mouth. I could feel some sort of fairly hard rubber inside my mouth. When I lowered my eyes, I saw what had to be an eight inch black rubber penis protruding out the front. The big black prick had a small hole in the head, just like a real penis. She tightened the strap as far as she could, and then buckled it. I heard a click and knew at once that it was locked on, and not coming off without the key. "Oh that looks so delicious Barbara. I just love it. It's too bad though that the penis in her mouth is so small though. I would like it even more if she could experience what it's like for us girls, when we have to make men happy while we get no pleasure." "Not to worry Cheryl, I think I may have the solution for that little problem." Barbara than walked in front of me, and inserted a small metal tube in the hole. It was attached to a tube and a bulb. When Barbara started to squeeze the bulb, I could feel the penis inside my mouth expand. The more she squeezed, the more it filled my mouth. My cheeks couldn't expand because of the strap on the gag. It wasn't long before my mouth was totally full and it became very uncomfortable. Barbara kept pumping until I began to gag on the gag. "Oh, look at her eyes. I believe they are going to pop right out of her head." Finally Barbara removed the pin, and I began to struggle with the gag to rip it off, but it was useless. "Be a good girl Kendra, or we'll leave it on all day." I removed my hands from the gag and just sat there in pain. Cherly finally stopped laughing at my plight, and then dropped her first bomb on me. "I want you to sit there and write down the name of every woman that you have fucked, sucked, or fondled since we were married. Don't be so foolish as to think you can omit any because I already know of some, and if I ever find out that you weren't honest, I'll have your balls removed." I was in tears. It was partially because of the discomfort of the gag, nut mostly because of what I was ordered to do. I didn't want Cheryl to know how many women I had slept with, but I also knew that she was dead serious about what she said. I started to write down all the names of the women. I found it strange that I had to really think of some of the women, because they were one night stands. I was very grateful that I had never slept with a prostitute because I would have never remembered their names if they had told me. After about fifteen minutes, I thought I had them all, so I slid the list to Cheryl. Cheryl read the list very carefully and then broke out in a fit of laughter. "Thirteen names on the list Kendra. I guess what they say it true. Thirteen is a very unlucky number. You are going to find that out before I'm through with you. I guess I didn't satisfy you in bed if you had to go sleep with all of these other women." I shook my head from side to side violently to tell Cheryl that it wasn't the reason I cheated on her, but it was no use. I knew that there was nothing I could say right now to extinguish the fire in her eyes. "Go to the kitchen and wash and dry the breakfast dishes while Barbara and I figure out what to do with you." I almost ran to the kitchen so I wouldn't have to look at her distain. I did the dishes as quickly as I could. As I was putting the last plate in the cupboard, the front doorbell rang. "Kendra, answer the door and see who's there." My heart stopped beating. I couldn't go to the front door dressed as a maid with my wrists chained together, and this huge penis sticking out from my mouth. "NOW, you dumb bitch." Cheryl was in the kitchen in a flash and grabbed a handful of my gag and started to drag me to the front door. I had to run in my heels to keep up with her. We got to the front door and she scowled, "Open the door now, or I'll chain your ass to a post in the cellar and leave you there until you learn some manners." I had no choice but to do as I was told. As soon as I opened the door, I was blinded by the flash of a camera. "Smile for me honey. I want some nice photos of you for me series on the male transvestite." Cheryl was in hyterics and I was in shock. "Don't you think you should let our guest in the house Kendra?" I stepped aside and the young woman I had met last night jumped into the house and walked right past me. "Get our guest a cup of coffee Kendra, and then join us in the dining area." I was now totally beaten, so I just hung my head and went to get her coffee. When I returned with the coffee, Barbara introduced the young girl as Donna. "Donna is a cub reporter for the newspaper. I was very instrumental in getting her the job. She will be taking photos of you from time to time. Nothing has been sent in to be printed as of yet, but it can and will be done if you decide to rebel. Also, the two policewoman you met last night are friends, and the ticket you got hasn't been filed with the court." For the first time since yesterday, I now had a reason to be happy. The life that I had worked so hard to attain was still intact. After Barbara's speech, and a warning as to how Donna was to be addressed at all times, I was told that it was time to begin my first full day of repentance. Cheryl gave me my instructions. "I want you to go upstairs to the guest bedroom. There you will find everything you need to remove the breasts and fingernails. You will also find a bottle of makeup remover. Get everything off and take a shower. On the bed is a new set of lingerie for you to put on when you are through. I don't want you to use any of your male deodorant. There is a bottle of perfume on the dressing table also. Just put a little on your chest and neck. Put your dirty undies in the hamper and your breastforms and heels on a shelf in the closet. Now hurry off like a good little girl. You have twenty minutes." Barbara then unlocked the cuffs from my wrists so I could undress. I removed my heels at the foot of the stairs and went to the guest bedroom. The first thing I noticed was what was on the bed. It was a pair of fire engine red crotchless panties, a matching bra and corset with eight garter straps, and a pair of sheer red silk stockings. I removed all of the effects of the previous night and jumped into the shower. It was the most soothing shower I had ever experienced. I noticed in the vanity mirror that the water was not penetrating my gag. The leather must have been treated. When I was finished, I dressed as quickly as a man could considering I was trying to squeeze into woman's underwear. I finally cinched the corset, and after what seemed like forever got the silk stockings attached to the garters. I spritzed the perfume on the places that Cheryl had told me to, and I was ready to return to the dining room. As I reached the three ladies, Donna took three or four more pictures. This time it was of a man not wearing anything but woman's lingerie. No makeup, and no way to hide my identity. Not to mention the black rubber prick sticking out of my mouth. Try to explain that to a judge. "Oh you look so cute Kendra, and you did everything just as you were instructed to. If I cut you some slack this morning, will you promise to do exactly as you're told without a word?" I nodded yes. Anything had to be better than aprading around like this all day. Cheryl then deflated and unlocked my gag and I could move my jaw again. The relief was fantastic. "I'm going to leave your collar locked on so you'll remember who is in charge at all times, but we've decided that you might be more comfortable wearing your own slacks and sweater. I've brought down the clothes for you. You're taste in clothes is so appalling that I thought I would match the outfits for you from now on. Now please put on the sweater I've laid out for you." It was my favorite white cotton turtleneck. I pulled it over my head and when I made an adjustment to the top, it hid my leather collar completely. Next came a pair of red slacks that almost matched my underwear. I hadn't worn them in quite some time. "Hurry up Kendra, you take all day getting dressed. I have things to do." I got the slacks on as fast as I could and started to buckle my leather belt. "Stop right there Kendra. I'm not sure that this is the look that I want here." Cheryl walked up in front of me and knelt to inspect my pants. I had no idea why. She pulled the fly all the way down and then asked Mistress Donna to hand her the steel cuffs. All at once she looped the chain around the base of my penis behind my testicles and inserted a very small lock on the chain. The cuffs were now left dangling from my balls. She pulled the slacks up slightly and ordered me to put my hands in my pockets. To me surprise, the pockets had been cut out. When my hands went in Cheryl attached a cuff to each wrist and locked them. Next she pulled the slacks up, zipped the zipper, and buckled my belt. I was now a prisoner in my own pants. "Your new loafers are on the side over there. Step into them and let's see what you look like." These were leather woman's loafers with a one inch heel. Anyone who saw them would surely recognize that I was a man wearing woman's flats. "Let me take a look at you sweetheart. Yes, I think that is just what I wanted for a full day of shopping." I began to protest, but as soon as I got the first word out Donna slapped my face very hard. "Be quiet you sissy. My daddy would never yell at my mother like you were going to do. You still need to be taught how to act like a lady." Donna then looked at Cheryl. "Well, I think I have all that I need here. I'm off to the lab to do some developing. Have a good day ladies, and I'll see you tonight at the party. Oops, did I let the cat out of the bag?" "Don't worry dear, it's perfectly all right." "Your two options Kendra are to come shopping with me or I'll put you in the yard and you can wait for me to return. What will it be?" I knew I had no choice, so I opted for the shopping. "Good, it'll be so much fun. Just us two. We will shop till we drop." Barbara said her goodbyes, and left. I was escorted to my convertible, and Cheryl opened the passenger's door for me. "See, isn't it fun to be treated like a lady, even though you are nothing but a whoring little slut?" I didn't say a word as we drove away. After driving for about thirty minutes, Cheryl told me that we were on our way to the 'Unique Boutique' that Barbara had told her about. "Not to worry sweetheart, nobody there will recoginize you. Some may glance at your very swanky loafers though." She gave out with a hearty laugh. It was another fifteen minutes before we reached our destination. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that this was not a very busy area. The small group of stores consisted of the boutique, a video rental store, and a full service beauty salon. There was nothing else in the general area. Cheryl opened my door and I stwpped out of the car. "Well, here we are sweetie. This little boutique caters to a special kind of cliental, and according to Barbara, it has some very special services that I'd like to try. If you are a good little whore, I may be very kind, and take you to lunch when we're through." As we started toward the store, I noticed some very bizzare leatherwear in the window. Somehow, I knew I wasn't going to like this one bit. Inside the boutique there were racks and racks of leather skirts, dresses, vests, pants, and just about everything else one could imagine. The was also a section of lingerie. It all looked extremely sexy with lots of lace. There was a shoe department, and a makeup counter. We were greeted by a clerk as soon as we were inside. "May I help you with anything this morning?" Cheryl immediately told the girl that she had an appointment with Miss Monique, but she was a bit early. "I'll tell her that her appointment is here, and you may feel free to browse if you'd like. She should be available in about thirty minutes. There is fresh coffee on the table at the back of the shop. Feel free to help yourself." I felt a little awkward standing there with my hands in my pockets, but the clerk didn't even set eyes on me while she spoke to Cheryl. It was as if I wasn't there. Cheryl went directly to the woman's undies. She looked at every style. She would occasionally hold a pair up and ask what I thought. I don't think she really wanted my opinion. Cheryl finally selected at least two dozen pair of panties. Most were lacy in all different colors, but I couldn't help but notice that some were crotchless. Next she went to the stockings. About a dozen pair of those were soon in her cart. Fishnets, seamed, sheer. She had them all covered. "Barbara was right. This is a great place." We then went to the lingerie section. Cheryl picked out about six nighties in all different colors, and all with lace trim. The more I trailed behind her, the more uncomfortable I became. I was starting to think that everyone around knew that my hands were chained to by balls. Cheryl then went to the racks that contained the leather skirts and dresses. She rummaged through the entire inventory and chose about three skirts, three dresses, and a couple of pairs of leather slacks. "I can't remember when I've had so much fun shopping dear. Can You?" I was about to tell her that this entire morning was a load of shit, but in my present state, I thought better of it and just nodded. "Good girl. You have already learned not to open your cute little mouth without permission." I was turning beat red, both in frustration and anger. The clerk reappeared just as Cheryl was through in the leatherwear isle. "Did you know madam that we have some very nice accessories to go with some of you selections?" "I didn't, but I'd like to see them when I'm through talking to Miss Monique. Thank you." "We also have a very special new type of leather dress that has just come in. Judging by your taste for tight fitting leather, you may be interested in this item. It is quite expensive, but worth every penny, I assure you." "I'll look at that also when I have a free moment." Just then Cheryl was told that Monique was ready for her. We entered a small room at the rear of the store next to the dressing rooms. The room had a table, and some chains hanging from the ceiling, and a chair next to the wall. "Be a dear, and go sit for a few minutes while Miss Monique talk privately." I was starting to get a little tired, so I took the opportunity to take a load off my loafers. By this time, I didn't care if Monique saw that I was wearing red stockings, and woman's shoes. I had the feeling that she had seen it many times before. The two women talked for a few minutes. It appeared that Cheryl was doing most of the listening as Monique was explaining something to her. When they were through, both women walked up to me. Cheryl took me by the arm and lifted me to my feet. She then walked with me, arm in arm, to the rear of the room. As I stood there facing the door, Monique came, and walked behind me. I heard her do something with one of the chains, and before I could jump away, she had locked the middle chain to the back of my collar. "Your wife said that you may not be as receptive to this as we would like, so I suggested that you be slightly restrained." Now I was standing straight up with my neck attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and my wrists shackled inside my pants. Cheryl then reminded me of what would happen if I said a word, and she started to undo my belt. She lowered my slacks, and unlocked one of my wrists. Miss Monique took hold of it and attached a leather cuff. She then locked it to one of the other two chains hanging down. The process was repeated on the other wrist, and I was now standing with my arms straight out at my sides. "There, that should hold her until we're through. You will have to remove the chain from the balls though, and take off the slacks. But please, leave that pretty underwear on her. She looks darling in it. I get so turned on when I see sexy undies on a man." I immediately got a raging hardon. "Oooh, and so well endowed too. I think I'm in love." Miss Monique was a strikingly beautiful woman. My mind immediately began to fantasize about her wrapping her lips around it to relieve the stress. "If your wife wasn't here, I swear I'd be all over that gun, cowboy. Have you ever got a real good blowjob?" I stood there in total shock. '"You may answer Monique. I'd like to know too." My head just dropped, and I knew they knew the answer. Monique looked at me with a form of delight I had never seen. She walked directly in front of me and giggled. "Have you ever goten one from another man?" I looked at her face, and she had an adam's apple. I fought violently against the chains, but to no avail. "Don't worry Kendra. I've told Miss Monique that you are strictly heterosexual. She is just trying to get you all worked up." Monique than pulled a measuring tape and a ruler from a drawer in the table. "This tape is to take your measurements, and this ruler is for bad little girls that can't control themselves." Monique then laid the ruler right on the head of my erect penis. I squealed and looked down at what she had done. The erection was gone. "See, it works every time." Monique then measured my waist and thighs. "O.K. that didn't hurt a bit now did it? Just one or two more and I'm through. Think about that nasty ruler." Monique then measured by scrotum and my flaccid penis. "It's time to wake that big boy up again. Tickle, tickle." Monique began to play with my balls and as hard as I tried to fight it, I had another erection. She measured my shaft again, and declared that she was done. "I suggest that we leave Kendra here just the way she is until I am completely through. I don't think she'll be as willing to be chained up the next time." Cheryl agreed, and I was stuck until Miss Monique was through with whatever she was doing. Monique told Cheryl that it would take four to five hours to be ready for a fitting. Cheryl asked if she was needed any longer. "Not until I've completed the job." "Well in that case, I think I'll look at some of the things that the sales clerk told me about, and then I'll grab a bite a a local restaurant." "Are you sure you want to leave me alone with this cowboy here all chained up and helpless?" Cheryl got a mean look in her eye and began to scold Monique. "I brought my husband here because I was told your reputation was the best. Now you threaten to exploit my husband while I'm away? If I see that she's been sexually abused by you when I return, I will not pay this quite expensive fee you are charging. In fact, I will make you take at least two dollars off the bill if you do that. Ta Ta sweets." With that she was gone and Monique was roaring, and rubbing her hands together. "Don't worry honey. I'm not going to turn you gay while she's away. You can start breathing again. So, your wife tells me that you've been a bad little boy, and have been sticking your dick where it doesn't belong. Don't you men understand what can happen when you piss a woman off? I have a feeling you're going to find out." With that comment, Monique left the room and I was left there looking like I was trying to fly. It seemed like forever before Cheryl returned. She brought a sandwich and a drink back with her. "Seems like you'll have a bit of trouble eating lunch in your present state, so I guess I'll just have to feed you myself." She then unwrapped the sandwich and held it up to my mouth. It was difficult to get a bite since my neck was chained to the ceiling, and I had very little slack to move. We finally got through with lunch, and Cheryl said that she had some more shopping to do out front. Again, I was left alone. At about 3:00, Monique came back in and called to my wife. "It's time honey. Would you like to watch?" Cheryl ran back into the room telling Monique that she wouldn't miss this for the world. Monique whispered something in Cheryls ear, and they both started to giggle. "I think that is a wonderful idea, Monique. Please go right ahead. Monique the went to the other room and returned with a leather blindfold. She placed it over my eyes, and fastened the buckle. I was now in total darkness. "I've found it easier to do my job, when my client is unable to see." She then began to take my crotchless panties off. Next she lifted my left foot and put it back on the floor. The same thing with my right. "If you try to step out of this, I'll be forced to chain your legs to the floor." I stood motionless. I felt something cold sliding up my silk stockings. "Cheryl, could you please assist me for a moment? I want you to hold this up so I can complete the next step." I couldn't figure out what was going on. Cheryl held whatever it was and then I felt something very cold on my balls and penis. "Just a little something to cool you off. You look so hot in red." She held it there for about two minutes. I knew right away that it was ice. "O.K., that should do it. I now you told me that he was an extra bad boy, so I contoured the tube to be extra tight." I then felt something like tweezers on the head of my penis. It was being stretched out as far as it could go. Something cold completely covered it. It was some kind of tube. The head was released, and Monique took what Cheryl was holding and brought it up to my waist. Next she grabbed the tube and inserted it into something and I heard a click. A band went around my waist and another click. "That's all there is to it Cheryl. Doesn't it look nice on her, all shiny and new?" Cheryl was squealing with delight. "Now I'll remove the blindfold and Kendra can see my handywork." When I looked down I couldn't believe my eyes. I was in a chastity belt. "Let me explain the features of this belt. First it is totally inescapable. It is made of stainless steel with a neoprene liner. The manufacturer offers $5,000.00 to anyone who can free himself from it. The closest anyone has come was to cut halfway through the waistband. He also cut himself to shreds in the process. I hope you don't need the money that bad, because he just can't get out of it without the key. Next. it is designed to let the wearer go to the bathroom at will. Of course, he won't be able to stand and pee, so he'll have to sit, just like a woman. No more toilet seats having to be lowered when you want to go Cheryl. It also has the lockable bar in the back that can be inserted into the slot on the belt. This will hold any of the buttplugs you've ordered in place with no chance of escape either." My eyes nearly jumped right out of my head. There are only two keys in the world that will open the locks. If you lose them, the only way you can get a new one is to contact the manufacturer with the serial number on the belt, and the password that you requested. Although it can be worn for extended periods, I recommend that you remove it once a month at least for cleaning of the belt and the area it's designed to protect, if you know what I mean. That's about it. Shall I let her down now?" "No, not quite yet. Let's leave her there for a bit longer. I want to try on all the leather I bought for her today. I don't want to have to return anything." My heart sunk. All the money she spent today was on female clothes for me. Cheryl spent the next hour trying on all sorts of strange leather, rubber, and vinyl outfits and very high heeled shoes on me. Finally she put a pair of form fitting leather pants on me and forced the waistband to close. "That should do it. Let me throw away these silly slacks, and we'll be on our way." She released me and told me not to forget my flats. Now, everyone who saw me would know I was wearing woman's clothing. "Just one word out of you slut, and you'll be walking home like this with no money and no identification. How long do you think it will be before you get picked up?" I was cooked. I had to go along with what she told me to do. I put on my shoes, and we went to the front. "I have to cash out before we leave. I have already bought some specialty items and put them in the trunk. You'll get to see them at a later time." We went to the cashier and it took her forever to check everything out. "That will be four thousand and twenty one dollars please." "Kendra, did you bring your credit card with you sweets? Of course you didn't. Where would you put it. Luckily for you, I took it out of your wallet. Now, be a good girl and sign the receipt." I signed it and loaded the Mercedes with the bags. The sales clerk gave me my first call as I left. As I finished Cheryl asked if I minded if we stopped in at the salon for just a minute or two. I didn't have much choice, so I followed. When we got inside, Cheryl handed a girl a bag a snapped at me to sit in one of the beauty chairs. More ice and fifteen minutes later, I left the salon with three gold hoops in each ear. The ride home was going to be fun.