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Mutual Agreement By Iris Morrison She had stumbled onto his covert activities purely by accident. She had looked in the Yellow Pages for an electrician to install an additional socket outlet in her bedroom for her new sun bed, and after trying three different numbers she had decided that his price -- and the fact that he could do the job the next day -- made him the favourite. When he turned up the next afternoon, she had just received a phone booking (she was a mobile hairdresser) from a lady who required a "Quick cut and blow" immediately, which meant she had to leave him in the house by himself. She had figured that as he was in the Yellow Pages, he could be trusted not to run off with anything. She told him that she would be about an hour and showed him where she wanted the socket. He said it would take him some time to measure up the job so he would be there for quite a while. As the price had already been agreed, he could stay all day as far as she was concerned; he would only get the agreed fee. When she returned about an hour later and went up the stairs, she noticed that he looked rather nervous and she suspected that it was because nothing appeared to have been done. He coughed as if to cover his seeming embarrassment and said that the job was a little more involved than he had thought (adding quickly that the price would remain as agreed). He would have to come back the next day to actually do the job. She said that was fine so long as it would be done the next day at the latest. She could still use the sun bed, but only with an extension lead which was rather unsightly. He said he was very sorry and promised with great emphasis when he used the word, "Madam", that he would complete the work the next day. She decided that his apparent nervousness (even subservience) was due to her usual dominant manner. She had always been "Bossy" -- even at school. Sometimes (such as now) it was useful. You could intimidate some people, but at other times it could be a drawback. Most men, for example, seemed a little freighted of her and she had always had trouble keeping her men -- even though she was quite good looking and had an excellent figure (so she had been told). But on this occasion her superior attitude seemed to be a plus. The man seemed to be almost freighted of her and had twice called her madam. After he had left the house, she went up to her bedroom to refill one of her bottles of hairdressing solution. As she moved past one of her dressing tables, she noticed something frilly sticking out of one of the drawers. She opened the drawer to push the item back inside, and was immediately aware (as any woman would be) that some of the underclothing in the draw had been moved. Upon closer examination she discovered that a pair of her stockings, a suspender belt, underskirt, bra and knickers had been moved (or "Used"). She then went on to examine the wardrobe where her outer garments were kept. Sure enough, a red sweater, straight black skirt and even a pair of her high heels had been moved. Her reaction was what might be expected, she was mad as hell. What the fuck had this "Pervert" been doing with her clothes? The answer was there looking at her. The bra that had been moved has had the length of the shoulder straps altered. The straps were now longer, as if altered to fit some one with a bigger bust or chest! She threw the bra on the floor and ran down the stairs intending to phone the dirty bastard up and give him a verbal roasting he would never forget. As she started to dial the number, she decided that screaming at him down the phone was not good enough. She would get his address from the Yellow Pages and give it to him face to face. As she opened the car door, she stopped and considered yet again. Even giving him a public "Bollocking" and the accompanying humiliation was not nearly enough to satisfy her thirst for vengeance. No... as she had once read, "Vengeance is a dish best served cold". She would decide what was best, before he returned the next day to complete the job. At least that way she would probably get the job done for free. After all, the dirty bastard had had a freebie with her knickers, the least he could do was pay 'in kind'. She was surprised to observe that she actually laughed at her own thoughts. She was already feeling better about waiting for her moment. She even looked up in her "Book of Facts" just what they called men who dressed in women's clothing: Transvestites, according to the book, Perverts, according to her. By the next morning, she had contrived a plan that depended upon the man's desire to repeat the previous day's "fun". She would leave him alone again, on the pretense of going out to do another hair-do, and nip back after fifteen minutes or so -- hopefully catching the little sod with, "His knickers down", so to speak. Just to make certain, she would set her miniature video camcorder up inside a cardboard box on top of the wardrobe; setting it running just before she left the house. It would run for at least an hour. That way, even if he managed to do what he wanted inside of fifteen minutes, she would still have the evidence she needed to put part two of her plan into operation. Sure enough, at lunchtime he (or Jessie as she mentally called him) turned up carrying a roll of cable and some tools. She asked him if he would like a coffee before he started, as she would have to go out again on another hair job. "Yes please," he said while sitting down without being invited to. Yes she thought, I am going to enjoy putting this bastard in his place (or her place, as the case may be!). When she had passed him his coffee and sat down to drink her own, she noticed that his eyes constantly darted to and from her legs. The hem of her skirt was just high enough to let a glimpse of her suspender show. It was not just by chance that the skirt she was wearing was the very same skirt that he had worn yesterday. She smiled to herself as she thought about what was going on in his mind. He made some small talk about the hairdressing business, and then asked if she was married. She responded that she had never met the right man, adding that she only liked men who could accept that women were at least equal to men and that women were in fact, in her view, the stronger sex -- they just allowed men to believe the opposite. She was certain she saw him swallow quickly. She most certainly saw him go a little pale. She stood up and carefully smoothed her skirt down over her hips. Then she turned her arse towards him and bent down to pick her workbag up. She knew what he would see, the outline of her suspenders and the clearly defined lines of her knickers. She had deliberately not worn any underskirt in order to emphasize the points that she knew would have him racing up to her bedroom the very second she was out of the door. After all, that was exactly what she wanted. He was not to know what she had planned for him. She nipped upstairs and flushed the loo (so she could switch the camcorder on) then left the house, telling him she would be at least four hours. "It's a perm, you see. They always take three to four hours, so if you are finished before I get back, just make yourself at home until I land." She saw that look -- the one that men always get when they think that they have done it -- made yet another female conquest. Oh boy was this prick in for a shock! She drove off down the street and then parked out of sight around the corner and waited for just over fifteen minutes. Just long enough, she calculated, for him to be slipping the last of her clothes on. She locked her car up, then set off back the 200 yards to her house, making sure that she covered the last few yards on her tiptoes. She did not want to frighten poor "Jessie" too soon, she smiled to herself. She very quietly opened the front door and locked it behind her. She then crept to the bottom of the stairs and stood listening. She heard the unmistakable sound of high heels walking across her bedroom floor. At least now she was sure that she had been right all along. Now was the start of her pleasure, and of course the beginning of his misery -- for misery was all that Jessie was going to experience this day. She tiptoed up the stairs, took a deep breath and pushed the bedroom door open. The sight that met her eyes was one that she would always remember -- so would he. HER VERSION ----------- He was facing the dressing table mirror with his back towards her; straightening a long-sleeved red sweater he was wearing. He spun around as he heard the door open, gasping as he saw her. He then slowly sat down on the bed with his head lowered and his eyes looking down at the floor. She saw that he was wearing yet another straight skirt. He obviously enjoyed tight fitting garments. She walked into the room and down to the end of the bed so that she could get a full-length view of him and gauge his reaction -- a point she had been worried about when she had planned her strategy the previous night. He was wearing her black high heels and dark stockings. He made no effort to move and made no sound. She noticed that he had a slight tremble. Either he was frightened to death or was cold. Seeing as the day was quite warm, she figured that the shake was because he was terrified about being caught or what she was prepared to do about it. She knew that she had to act quickly and take the initiative before he had time to gather his senses (certainly his masculine senses). "Well, stand up and let's have a look at you," she said. He slowly stood up, still looking down at the floor. She told him to turn around and he once more obeyed her. She decided that this was not only going to be easy, but also that she would enjoy it. "Pull your skirt up," she said. She heard the short but sharp intake of his breath as she spoke. He started to pull the skirt up, wriggling it over his bottom in typical female fashion. "Well, it looks like you've had plenty of practice wearing skirts. How often do you dress this way?" His silence in reply made her take the next necessary, but dangerous step -- she slapped him hard across the face. So hard, in fact, that he fell onto the bed and just lay there face down. She was now in full flight. The fact that he had shown no reaction to the slap made her even more adventurous. His skirt was now up over his hips, displaying a pair of her black knickers over a red suspender belt that pulled tightly against the dark stockings. It was too much to resist. She quickly opened the middle drawer of the dressing table and removed one of her suspender belts. The belt was only a light thing, but when she brought it down hard across his arse, the "Thwack" it made was music to her ears. He clenched his buttocks together as she brought the suspender belt down again and again, until he covered his bottom with his hands. She threw the belt on the floor and to her own utter amazement, lent forward with one hand supporting her on the bed and the other hand she rammed between his thighs and grabbed a hold of his balls in a firm grip. This, of course, did evoke some reaction. He tried to grab her hand while holding his breath against the pain. "Move your fucking hand bitch, you know you love it," she said. It was no surprise to her that he moved the hand. Yes, she had guessed "Jessie's" desires exactly. He was enjoying this even more than she was. She needed to exercise as much control over him now while she still could, so that with enough conditioning she would have him always -- whatever and whenever. If she was careful and clever enough for the next few hours, he was hers totally and absolutely. As she released the pressure slightly, she began to speak to him in a manner that might be used to admonish a child (or maid servant!). "Now then, are you going to behave if I let you go?" "Yes", he replied. She at once tightened her grip on his balls again "Yes what bitch?" "Yes Madam," he managed to gasp out. She again eased the pressure, feeling him relax slightly as she did. After a few seconds she took her hand off his balls, but still left her hand on his upper thigh. "How do you feel now girl?" she said to him. "Great," He managed to croak. She stood up and said, "Well show me how great you feel. You just missed calling me Madam again, so I think you ought to beg me to give you some more of the belt, don't you?" He did not answer, but instead got up off the bed and pulled his skirt down, smoothing it over his bottom. Then he bent down with his head almost to his knees, presenting a lovely round bottom to her. "Well, that's what I call a good girl. You're now getting the idea." She took the belt and placed herself in a good position to administer her pleasure. "I want you to beg me, remember?" She said. "Please Madam, hit me!" He said at once. Even as he spoke, the belt was slashing through the air and landing across his buttocks with a resounding 'smack'. He flinched slightly, but made no sound. She could see the outline of his knickers and suspenders through the tightly stretched black material of his skirt. "Please Madam, again" he said. She obliged him with another good thrash of the belt. Nine times he begged her for more until she had had enough. When he begged for his tenth, she decided that it was safe to move forward with her next piece of conditioning. "No young lady, you have had enough pleasure for now. Stand up and keep still for a minute." She left him in the bedroom while she ran down the stairs, her mind racing. She had not had enough time to get several things that she now needed urgently. For the moment she would have to improvise. She went into the large back yard, and took the dog's choker lead from the shed. She then ran back up the stairs, observing that "Jessie" had not moved an inch. "Follow me," she said and led him into the bathroom "On your hands and knees girl" she said, still using the light bantering tone she had used for the last ten minutes. When he was on his hands and knees, she put her hand on his bottom, caressing it as a man would caress a woman's bottom and at the same time gently pushing him towards the toilet bowl. When his head was up against the bowl, she took the dog lead and placed it over his head. She adjusted it so that it was tight around his throat and then threaded the loose end around the bowl. Making sure she took the free end underneath the pipe at the back of the bowl, she then brought the end around the front again and finally clipped it into the lead that was around his neck -- making it even tighter and without the use of his hands; escape proof. She told him to stay still and then went back into the bedroom, returning with a nylon stocking. As she stood behind him, his head clamped tight against the white porcelain bowl, she noticed that his breathing was getting faster. For a moment she almost panicked, thinking he was having difficulty breathing against the tight chain. As she bent closer, she saw that he was gyrating his hips backward and forwards and making the unmistakable sounds of a man about to ejaculate. Quickly she grabbed his hands and pulled them backwards behind his back and tied them together with the stocking. When she had secured his hands, she started to pull his skirt up -- not without some difficulty. It was an excellent fit around his hips when he was stood up in it, so it was really tight on him in the kneeling position. Eventually, however, she managed to pull it up over his waist. She was curious to see how he was coming to a climax while seemingly unaided by any hands. As she stood back to get a good look, she saw instantly why he was achieving his pleasure. Had she been a little quicker she might have been able to prevent his climax. She witnessed the fact that his knickers were staying more or less in place while he violently rubbed his penis up and down against the crutch of his knickers. The fluid began to pump from him in great spurts and created a large sticky mess in his knickers. If he had not been so securely fixed to the toilet bowl, she was sure he would have rolled over onto the bathroom floor. However, he just lay there trussed up with his skirt up around his waist and a large damp stain around his crotch. His breathing was now slow and relaxed. She instantly became enraged. This was not supposed to be an afternoon of pleasure for him, it was meant to be both a punishment and a form of conditioning for him. She again moved behind him and took hold of the back of his knickers, pulling them upwards as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that she almost managed to pick his body weight up from the floor. He almost screamed as the gusset of his knickers was forced up between the cheeks of his buttocks, forcing the wet mess in the front of his knickers to spread even more. She lent over him, close to his ear and said, in a slow and measured voice, "So you dirty fucking slag, you think this is all for you pleasure do you? Well have I got some surprises for you! That mess in your knickers will soon feel not quite so nice, especially when it gets really cold and damp. Well you can keep them on till I'm ready to let you take them off." He moaned slightly then said, "O.K I'm sorry about wearing your clothes, but I think it's gone far enough now, don't you luv?" He could not have said anything more maddening to her. She was unable to speak; so great was the rage she was feeling. This dirty bastard, now that he had shot his mess, was feeling the same as most men feel when it's all over -- lets turn over and go to sleep. Well, not this girl! She was even more determined to show him she was the boss and just who was the stronger sex. He started to talk again, but before he had said a dozen words about how he was sorry again, she pulled her own skirt up and removed her knickers and then in one quick movement she rammed them into his mouth. She ran into the bedroom and got the other stocking and returned to the bathroom to find that he had spat out her knickers. She again jammed them into his mouth then pulled the nylon stocking over his head to secure the knickers in his mouth. Just to be sure, she wrapped the free end of the stocking around the back of his head and brought it around the front of his mouth, clamping the knickers so tightly in his mouth that he would only be able to breath through his nose. She tied the remaining loose stocking off into a knot then checked that he could in fact breath through his nose -- although she was so angry right then that she suddenly realized that even if he started to choke she was not sure she would remove the gag. Yes, she was indeed mad. Mad enough to kill -- and she had not even started with the bastard yet. She decided to leave him alone for half and hour, then maybe when she had calmed down a little she would be able to think more rationally. She went down the stairs and made herself a coffee, ignoring the phone that had gone several times since the start of the afternoon. As she sat and thought, the idea occurred to her that if he enjoyed being a woman so much, she should give him all or as many of the experiences that women have to have to endure when men want sex As she entered the bathroom, the sight now seemed like something out of a mad comedy. There he was, his knickers disappearing up his bottom, skirt up around his waist and red marks on his buttocks. She walked up and gave his knickers another pull. "How does that feel now bitch... is your cunt all wet, cold and sticky? Well, that's just how I feel when I have just been fucked in the back of some man's car. A woman can't just wipe her prick and put it away in her jeans. No, she usually has the bastard's cum all over her belly -- just like you have now. And when it's all over, her knickers have ended up halfway up her arse, and then they have to stay there till she gets home. She mustn't upset the dirty pig now by letting him see her arse. No, not when he's just shot. He wants at least an hour before he's ready to have anything to do with her again." "Well my love, I will now let you see what usually happens when she gets home, after she has had what men commonly call, a good fucking. I'll let you judge for yourself, but first you'll just have to be patient a little longer. I'm sure you must be wanting more right now, but please be patient for just a little longer darling. After all, we women have to wait for the men's' time don't we?" She went into the bedroom for a clean pair of knickers, but as she started to put them on she realized she wanted to use the loo for a pee. "Fucking Hell," she said to herself, how was she supposed to use the toilet with him strapped around the bowl? She could not risk letting his hands even just a little lose, not now that he had shot and the passion was gone. But just a minute, she thought, if I do this right I could even give "Jessie" a little more humiliation. She went downstairs to the back yard again. This time, she took the washing line down and coiled it up, then went back up to the bathroom. She tied one end of the rope around his left wrist and then fed the rope around the back of the bowl, under the soil pipe at the back of the toilet. She pulled it so there was no slack in it, (causing a muffled groan to escape from him) and then tied the other end around his right wrist. Now, even if she did not get the next crucial bit right, he was still trapped fast to the bowl. She next undid the stocking from around his hands, all the while talking gently to him. "Come on girl, just a few more minutes and it's all over. I'm letting you go bit by bit, in case you're mad at me". When the stocking was off his hands, which were now only secured by the loop of rope around and under the back of the toilet bowl, she moved around the back of the toilet bowl, took hold of the loop and pulled it as hard as she could. This forced his arms to wrap around the porcelain bowl as though he was kissing it! This must have been something of a shock to "Jessie" -- after all she would not have been able to see it coming because of the stocking over his head and the top of the bowl being in his way. He did let out another moan, though, as his face was pulled even tighter against the toilet. Next she let some slack into the dog chain, then raised his head so that he was now forced into a kneeling position with his arms around the back of the bowl and his head down into the actual toilet. She was breathing heavily, but now very satisfied with her efforts. "Well bitch, I bet you guessed... I lied. Another little thing women have to get used to. Oh by the way, all that effort has made me want a piss -- very badly -- and you seem to be in the way luv". She laughed as she watched the panic move through his body: all to no avail. He was most definitely in the shit... Ha Ha Ha... soon to be in the piss. She laughed again as she walked over to the toilet, her laugh drowning out his muffled moaning. She pulled her own skirt up over her hips, and then swung her leg over his back. She was now straddling him, her body just inches away from his head. "Well darlin, are you ready? Now's the time you learn what it's like to get really pissed off." She laughed and then let a stream of urine hit him on the head. When she had finished, she wiped herself dry then threw the paper down the loo so that he would feel and perhaps even see it; resting there in front of his now very wet, and not-too-sweet smelling, head. "How's that now bitch? I bet you'd love to get out of them clothes now wouldn't you? ...and get them dirty knickers off and pull that wet smelly jumper off. You wouldn't be in such a hurry to get a skirt on again would you? Still, we'll get you cleaned up in a few minutes." She then went into the bedroom and put on the clean knickers that she had left on the bed. Next she went down stairs, put on her coat and went out to the hardware shop up at the top of the main road, just at the back of her street. When she arrived back in the house, she threw her purchases onto the floor while she took her coat off again. She had bought five small, but strong padlocks and six lengths of chain cut to various lengths from two feet to four feet in length. The man in the hardware shop must have wondered what she was going to do with the locks and chains, but never even batted an eye when she took the box from him. As she went back into the bathroom, she noticed that he had shifted his position somewhat. He had spread his legs apart in an apparent effort to take the weight off his knees, and had also managed to slip his high heel shoes off. This really would not do. "Well you bastard," she shouted, "you never learn, do you? How the fucking hell do you think women go on when they have to wear high heels all day, as well as a bra that cuts in to them and a skirt that is so tight they can't spread their knees apart? Well, like I told you, you will learn all these things -- like them or not. You wanted to be a woman, well by fuck I am going to make you into one!" She went back into her bedroom and from under the bed she took out her, "Friend". Her friend, as she called it, was a 9-inch long vibrator that usually gave her all the sexual pleasure she needed. It was going to serve a new function now, however. She went back into the bathroom and took one of the short lengths of chain and two of the locks, and then kneeling down she fastened one end of the chain around one of his ankles. She told him to move his knees back together and he did not move. After waiting a few seconds more, she pulled his knickers down and then pushed the vibrator up his arse with just enough force (and shock to him) to cause him to close his legs together very fast indeed. She then fastened the other end of the chain around his free ankle, leaving him about fifteen inches of free chain between his legs. It was just enough to allow him to walk, albeit with a limited step. She then took the vibrator out of his arse, leaving his knickers around the top of his legs. Next she bent over him (noticing the rather unpleasant smell he was now giving off) and, with the other short length of chain, locked both his hands together. This time she left the loose chain between his hands clear of the bowl so that when she undid the stocking from his wrists he would be able to stand up clear of the loo. Before she did untie his hands though, she took one of the longer lengths of chain and the remaining padlock and then passed the chain around both the other chains on his wrists and ankles. Now, even though he was free enough to stand and move, he could still not use his hands and would only be able to 'hobble' along. As she untied his wrists she saw that there was a vivid red mark around each wrist where the nylons had cut into him. ("must watch I don't give Jessie gangrene") she said to herself. She stepped back and said; "now then bitch, stand up." He just about managed to stagger to his feet, groaning yet again. She moved behind him and pulled his knickers up tight around his bottom again and then pulled his skirt down. Finally she pulled the wet stocking from his head, and the soaked knickers from his mouth. He gasped great lung fulls of air in and looked very miserable indeed. "Well young lady, I think it's about time we cleaned you up... what do you say?" He looked at her rather sheepishly and said, "Yes please... Madam." She noticed by the tone of his voice that he had again taken on the roll of the submissive. Good, she thought, but this time you are not going to wank yourself off just when you feel like it. No, she had a few more surprises for him before he would shoot his dirt again. She stood in front of him with her legs apart, causing her skirt to go taught against her legs and stomach. With her hands on her hips in a typical Dominatrix pose, she guessed what must have been going on in his head (and in his knickers again). "Are you married?" she asked. "No Madam," he replied. "So you won't be missed for another few hours then?" He seemed to be having difficulty speaking, but after a few moments he said, "I live alone and no one would miss me for days, but Madam, please keep me for as long as you want. As long as I can wear your clothes, you don't even have to worry about me trying to escape." She was more than a little surprised at this, even though it was probably his balls and dick talking again. With what he had endured over the last two hours, she would have expected him to be less than enthusiastic about wanting to 'take any more'. She considered what he had said, then told him to follow her. She was now certain that he would do exactly what he was told; however the chains would stay on. He followed her down the stairs, one step at a time, struggling with the chains that limited his feet, and also his tight skirt which limited his step even further. When he reached the bottom of the stairs she told him to stand still where he was. She then sat herself down and relaxed. "I would like you to tell me what you think would happen if I let your hands free now. Would you wank yourself off again or sit down and relax?" He spoke instantly, "I would do what ever you desired of me madam. If you told me to kiss your feet, I would gladly obey." She heard the sincerity in his voice and felt sure she believed what he had said. That was, until his penis got too big for his knickers again and then he would be off the second he had shot. No, he needed to be broken properly. This was not for his pleasure and besides, he smelled. "In about an hour it will be dark. Until then you can try to convince me about what you have just said and learn a little more of being the kind of slaggy bitch that men like you to be when they want to fuck you. First I want you to tell me how you enjoyed having the dildo up your arse; fucking you. Then, I want you to beg me for it again. Just like men want women to beg them for some more dick. I want you to ask me to let you suck the dildo -- just like men expect women to ask them to let them suck their dicks -- even after it has been up your arse. Just like men expect women to suck their dicks even after it has been up the woman's cunt. Yes, even without washing it. That's what I want you to try and convince me of. If you promise to do enough begging and sucking, or anything else you think of that might persuade me, then we'll see where we go from there." He started to walk towards her. "Stop there," she said. "You smell bad. I said if you promise me -- not actually do anything, yet." He started to talk non-stop. The things he promised were even outside the range of her imagination. One point she did notice with interest was that he would turn over to her all his possessions and money, which he said amounted to over ?10000. While half her mind listened to him, the other half seriously considered his proposition. Assuming it was not just his balls talking, could she use him (and his money)? After all, it would cost her very little in effort and he would certainly be useful to do all her housework. He would need to alter his shape a little (dieting and a good corset would do that) and a wig would be necessary. She decided that she could make no decision right now. She would just have to play it by ear for the moment. She told him to stand there and be quiet for the next hour, while she dozed. She did in fact doze off. The clinking of his chains awakened her as he moved his position slightly. He was still in the same spot, but by now must be experiencing cramps in his legs -- his heels were four inches high. It was now dark outside and she wanted to get on with the next bit. The smell was now quite bad. "Right then, before you do all this convincing you want to do on me, lets clean you up girl. Now then, I want you to do exactly what I tell you and no moaning. Remember, you are on trial. If I think you are all bullshit, or a soft cunt, I'll just give you a fucking good leathering then push you out onto the street as you are. No car keys or male clothes, just as you are now. Is that understood?" "Yes Madam, I understand perfectly," he replied. She was more impressed with him now than she had been at any time during the past few hours. "Now some of the things that I'm going to do to you during the next half hour will cause you to get that bump in your knickers again, so I don't want you starting to rub yourself up against the crutch of your panties like you did before. I want you to show me that you can control yourself." She stood up and went upstairs again and returned with the still wet stocking he had had over his head, as well as the dirty knickers that had been stuffed in his mouth. "Now then, what should I do with these do you think? I think I would like you to wear them again, but I'm not sure you want to. I would like you to tell me". He went down onto his knees and then said, "Please Madam, please let me have your knickers in my mouth again and then please tie them there with the stocking". She waited a moment then said, "Open your mouth dear." When he had fully opened his mouth she stuffed the knickers in. She then pulled the wet stocking over his head and tied it around his mouth just as before, trapping the knickers firmly in his mouth. Now, she required that he not be able to see. She was quite sure that the stocking restricted his vision, but she needed him completely blind for the next few minutes. Knowing that she would get wet herself during the next part of the operation, she decided that she could put the skirt she was wearing over his head, thus rendering him sightless. She removed her skirt and placed it over his head. "What do you think I've put over your head?" She asked him. He either guessed correctly or could see better than she had thought, for he replied in a muffled voice, "Your skirt Madam." "And does that excite you, young lady?" she asked as she made sure her skirt was firmly in place over his head. "Yes Madam, very much." She decided to check for herself how much. She pushed her hand up his skirt and sure enough his penis was hard. Small, but certainly hard. She also discovered that his knickers were still damp and sticky (Ugh!) but never mind, she would soon have him as clean as a new pin, she thought with more than a touch of amusement. She then led him through the kitchen and out into the yard. The night was not very cold, but she noticed him shiver as he felt the outside air on his legs. "Now, I want you to lie down on the ground and don't move, understand?" He nodded his head in the affirmative. Next, she took the hosepipe off the wall and screwed the tap end onto the yard tap. She then took the other end, and feeling her way in the blackness, pushed her hand up his skirt. She pulled his knickers over to one side of his bottom, and then pushed the end of the hosepipe up his arse. She felt him tense, resisting. "Relax bitch, or I'll make you open your arse." He did as she told him. She pushed the end up as far as she could, then pulled his knickers back in place. She leaned her head close to his ear and said, "This is just another little thing that women have to put up with when they have been arse fucked. Oh yes dear, it's not just Greeks that enjoy arse fucking -- at least they admit to it. This way is a little crude, but the feeling is about the same." She turned the tap on full, hearing the cold water go rushing down the pipe. In a split second she heard his body move violently and a strangled scream. She noticed that she was also shaking. She was not sure if it was because she had no skirt on and was feeling the cold, or if it was pure excitement. She certainly was getting a charge out of this, knowing that she could cause him any amount of discomfort or humiliation made her feel a little damp around the groin as well. Knowing he could not move, she went into the house and upstairs to put another skirt on, reflecting that because of him she had used three skirts and a variety of small's today -- although it was all proving to be worthwhile. She chose a heavy full skirt this time -- she might need to move around quickly so a tight skirt would be a handicap to her. When she went back downstairs, she turned the kitchen lights on, causing the yard to be slightly Illuminated, just enough to see the water was pumping out of his skirt at the bottom, and that he was in a couple of inches of water, certainly very wet. She turned the tap off and without getting too close to him, she pulled the hosepipe out from his legs and back towards her. When she had it back in her hands, she turned the tap on again full blast and fired the jet all over him -- even though there was no spot on him that was not already saturated. She traversed him from head to foot for a few minutes and then turned it off. She next moved over to him and said, "I am going to help you stand up now so try very hard not to fall down again, because if I fall on top of you or even get a little wet, I will leave you here for the night, o.k?" He nodded his head in the affirmative and as she pulled at his shoulders, he just about managed to get himself in an upright kneeling position. He was shaking uncontrollably and could not get up off his knees. Each time he tried to get one foot on the floor, his tight skirt prevented him. "Now then," she said, "you have discovered yet another little problem women have to deal with when they wear the kind of clothes men like to see them in. Fuck how difficult it is for her to move around in or how hot she gets around the cunt. Just so long as it makes him get horny, that's all that counts." She bent forward and pulled his skirt up a few inches around his thighs, just so that he could bend his knee enough to get up onto his feet. The skirt was soaking and she had some difficulty in pulling it up while she was struggling she noticed that his penis was still quite hard. She led him over to the center of the yard, undid one end of the clothesline and then threaded it through the chain that was connecting his wrists together. She then fastened the end of the line back around its hook in the wall. He was now left with just enough movement in his arms and hands to allow him to reach his knees. "Now, I want you to tell me again how much you want to stay with me, dressing up in my clothes, just like you told me before." His answer was muffled and indistinct, so she moved up behind him and removed the stocking from his head, and the knickers from his mouth. "Now, tell me again," she said. "I will do anything you request madam, make any sacrifice or enter into any arrangement that you order me to, but please, please, let me stay here with you." His voice had been so plaintive; she realized that he was pretty well hooked. However, the next few minutes should prove an interesting test. "Can you pull your skirt up?" she asked. He reached down and touched the hem of his dripping skirt. "Yes madam," he replied. "Well then, when I tell you, I want you to pull your skirt up and pull your knickers down a bit, then I want you to wank off for me o.k?" He started to pull his skirt up, but she interrupted him. "Stop, stupid. I said, when I say didn't I?" He let his skirt drop to his knees again and then said, "Sorry madam." She told him not to move and then she ran upstairs and removed the video camcorder out of its box on top of the wardrobe. She removed the tape that contained his 'antics' from the early afternoon, and then put a new tape in the camcorder. She took the camera downstairs and tilted the window blinds enough to let the light illuminate the yard more fully. She went out into the yard and said, "Now bitch, if anyone looks out of their back window, they will see you in all your glory. So, make this quick. Not enjoyable, just quick. Start now." She started the camera running and pointed it at him just as he started to pull his skirt up. He had considerable difficulty getting it over his hips, but managed. Spurred on, no doubt, by the embarrassment of being seen in his condition in the now reasonably well-lit yard. She took her eyes off him for a moment and checked on the back windows of the houses that backed onto her yard. There were no lights on in the upper windows, so unless anyone was watching in the dark, he was unseen. She could not care less anyway. It was his arse, not hers! He managed to get his penis out and then within about thirty seconds of vigorous 'wanking' he moaned, bent his knees, and ejaculated all over his stockings. She left the camera running for a few more minutes, then after focusing on his now flaccid penis she switched it off, along with the kitchen light. "Well, did you enjoy that?" He sighed and said, "Yes madam." He had used the word madam, which she had not expected him to do. She guessed that he would now be feeling more his old masculine self again and would have reverted to type, wanting to get dressed in his own clothes again. "I would like you to repeat what you said to me before I let you wank off. Do you still want to obey me in any way I demand?" His answer was very quick. "Right now I have no burning desire to stay like this, but even if you released me, by the time I got undressed, I would want to put your clothes on again. So, yes madam, I will repeat it again," which he duly did. She let him finish then moved over to him in the darkness. "You know what girls like you are called, don't you?" she asked. "Yes madam, bitches and slags." "I am going to leave you here for another five minutes, just to be sure, then I will take you back inside to get warm and changed. Until then, have a good think about what you want, because today is the day that you decide your future. You can get dressed in your own clothes and piss off forever. All today will have cost you then is the loss of work. On the other hand, you can decide to let me have full control of you and what you own, but understand me well - - there is no changing your mind after tonight. So be very, very sure my girl. At least now your balls and prick should not be ruling you and if your desire to be my live-in maid, come hand-rag, in exchange for wearing my clothes and letting me make you more like a woman is still very strong, we'll move on that. See you in five minutes luv." She went into the house and sat thinking about what would happen in the event of him saying that he wanted to stay, which she was almost certain he would do. Was the reward great enough to justify the three or four month's effort that she would have to put into the deal? One thing was for certain; he must be kept out of sight as much as possible. When she had any visitors or boyfriends around, he would be kept under lock and key. The only place he would be allowed to sleep would be either in the shed in the yard or in the cellar. She wanted to see as little as possible of him, unless she required some light entertainment. Giving him a good screwing with a Dildo was sure to be fun, especially a Dildo that was dual ended, one end up her cunt and the other up his arse. The possibilities were endless, but first, tonight had to be gotten out of the way. She went back into the dark yard and heard his teeth chattering. Well, she thought, I will have to get him in quick before he catches pneumonia. Just as she was saying it to herself, he sneezed and she heard the button snap off his skirt. "Clumsy cunt," she said. "You've busted the button now. You can sew that on while you get warm inside." She had taken the padlock keys into the yard with her, so she moved up behind him and first of all unshackled his feet. Next she unlocked one of the padlocks on his wrist. "There, you're almost totally free, what do you want to do about your future?" "I beg you to let me stay madam, I earnestly beg you to make me yours completely. Take everything I own, there is nothing you can do to me that I would object to. Please let me stay, you'll never regret it." She undid the remaining padlock, released his hand and then she walked back into the kitchen. As she went through the door, she said, "Well, come on then Jessie, let's get started. Take those clothes off in here while I get you some dry things." She ran upstairs and put the locks and chains in the box with the others. Then she went into the bathroom and got one of the big bath towels out of the airing cupboard. "Come up here when you're ready," she called down to him. He entered the room naked, and still shivering. She threw the bath towel to him and said in a commanding tone, "get yourself properly dry." She stood and watched him, then just to re-enforce her position with him, she moved very close to him and said, "Let's see behind your balls, I want to make sure they're clean and dry." He did indeed blush a little as he pulled his balls up, allowing her to have a closer look. Not that she wanted to particularly. The point of the exercise was mainly to make him feel embarrassed and also under her command. "O.K that will do for now, but all that hair around your balls and on your legs, as well as your arse and back... that lot will have to be removed and kept smooth and clear of hair in the future. I don't ever want to see any patches of hair on your body. Your face is also to be kept smooth and clear of beard and very little eyebrow. I'll help you the first time, but from then on you're on your own. If you fuck up, I'll punish you. Before you go to bed tonight and at various times over the next few days, I will punish you for no reason at all -- just to get you to understand what's involved. I'll decrease the amount and numbers of punishments, as and when I see you're getting the hang of things, but it's no use trying to impress me too much at first. I will still punish you; I'm afraid it's necessary." She went back to the dressing table and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a pair of white cotton knickers and handed them to him. "Let me see how you get dressed, I want to see that you do it like a woman should." He put one foot into the knickers and then the other, pulling them up his legs and over his bottom, wriggling them into place. Finally, he tucked his balls out of the way between his legs. She then handed him a broad white suspender belt that he placed around his waist and fastened it, not without some difficulty, into place. Next, she passed him a small black panty-girdle. "That will keep your balls out of the way." He stepped into the girdle and then pulled it up onto his hips, so that it clung tightly to his bottom. Next she passed him a pair of dark stockings which he put on and smoothed them up his legs and then fastened them to the suspenders which, she noticed, he had passed through the inside of his knickers, thus allowing him to take his knickers off, without having to un-hook his suspenders. Next she took a white bra and asked him if he knew how to fasten it from the back. He replied yes, then slipped it over his shoulders, adjusted the length of the shoulder straps, and fastened it with not too much difficulty. There followed a black jumper; long sleeved, and a pair of platform shoes. "You can wear them around the house until you get properly used to high heels," she said. She then took a black satin underskirt from another drawer, then went to the wardrobe and took a straight grey skirt and handed them both to him. He slipped the underskirt up to his waist and then stepped into the skirt, trapping his underskirt between his knees so that it did not ride up with his skirt. When he managed to fasten his skirt, he hitched it up then pulled his underskirt straight before finally adjusting the fitted grey skirt, smoothing it over his hips and down his thighs. When he was fully dressed, she told him to lie flat on his stomach on the bed. He did so at once. She took the same suspended belt that she had used earlier that day, and then stood at the side of the bed, the belt raised over her head. "Are you ready for this?" she asked. He kept his face buried into the bedclothes and uttered a muffled, "Yes madam." She waited a few seconds then said, "How ready are you? Come on, tell me bitch. Tell me how you think a dirty slag that's just been out getting fucked up the arse all night ought to feel about being punished. I want you to tell me." He turned his head towards her and said, "I think slags and bitches ought to be beaten until they beg for mercy, madam." "OK I want you to pull your skirt up again, then we'll begin." He reached his hands down to the hem of his skirt and wriggled it up over his bottom up to his waist. He even pushed his bottom up slightly so that she could get a good hit at it. She started to lay it on hard from the first blow. By the time she had got to fourteen, he was trying to move out of the way of the belt. "Now then luv, is it hurting?" He muttered a strangled "Yes." "Well, I want you to beg me to give you some more bitch! Come now, beg!" He waited a few moments then said, "Please madam, hit me again." "Well, only if you pull your knickers down for me," she said. He seemed to make a little groan, then reached down again and pushed his roll-on down. "And your panties" she said. He pushed his knickers down a little and she then laid on another three strokes before saying, "Is that enough for you luv?" "Yes, thank you madam," he said. "Now then," she said, "get up and put your clothing right and you can go downstairs and sew that button back onto your skirt." She stood back and watched him adjust his undies and smooth down his skirt. Then without a word he went down the stairs. She had to decide where to keep him at night, for he sure as hell wasn't sleeping in her bed. She sat and thought about it, finally deciding that it would have to be the yard; cold though it might be there. After all, he was going to have to get used to being treated badly. She had no intention of easing up on him. Once he was totally under her control with no male clothes left except maybe a tracksuit for emergencies, she could afford to leave him to his own devices -- even if that meant leaving him locked up for days on end. It was what he'd begged for, wasn't it? When she came down the stairs, she was pleased to see that he had found the sewing things and re-sewn the button on the still wet skirt. He was sitting on one of the chairs with his knees together in a typical feminine position. Indeed, if he had been wearing a decent wig, a casual glance would have left you with the impression that you had just seen a well-made woman doing some sewing. Once he had produced some money from his assets, she would get him a long wig. At least it might make him feel more like a woman and her more comfortable having him walking around the house just in case any of the neighbours did happen to catch sight of him through the blinds. "Right luv, I know you must be a little hungry and even though it is only ten o'clock, I'm afraid it's an early night with no supper, for you. We have to get you into better shape don't we? We can't keep having you burst your skirt. I also want you to get used to being in solitary confinement. Your time is now my time and I want you around only when I feel you can be useful. Remember, our bargain is that I turn you into a passable woman and letting you use my clothes. You, in return, will give me everything and ask nothing in return other than to be treated like a whore and a slave. The crueler I am to you, the more you should love it and want even more. So, come on luv... lets get you settled for the night." She took his trembling hand and led him to the back door, opening it and stepping back, as if to let him go through into the still soaking wet yard. "I don't know where to put you, girl. Which do you prefer, a warm sleeping bag in the yard or in my bedroom on the floor or maybe in the wardrobe gagged and chained, you choose luv." He looked down at the floor and said, "A sleeping bag would be very nice madam, do you want me to sleep in my knickers and bra, or should I wear a nighty?" She waited a moment then said, "Well now, seeing as how you would prefer to sleep in a warm sleeping bag, and in a nighty which I never even mentioned, you can sleep in the fucking yard fastened to a chair all night, you cheeky fucking cow!" With that, she pushed him back into the kitchen and towards the cellar steps, then moved in front of him and opened the door that led out into the yard. "Go down and wait for me bitch." He made his way down the steps in the dark. She went up to the bedroom and took the locks and chains out of the box, then went down the stairs, through the kitchen and collected one of the wooden chairs from the dining area of the kitchen. When she'd returned outside, he was standing in the middle of the small yard, squinting against the small amount of light that escaped the kitchen. She pushed the chair against the wall then shoved him backwards into a sitting position on the hard chair, moving to the side and taking his hands, she secured them by passing a short length of chain through the rungs of the chair back and locking each end of the chain onto each of his hands. Next she fastened each ankle to chair legs, shivering slightly as she worked. She would have to give him some form of covering, but not too much comfort. But what the hell, she had to start off by being cruel in order to condition him, so what better way to make him appreciate a warm and snug cupboard than to leave him trussed up and cold in the yard all night. "I do hope nobody decides to climb into my back yard tonight luv, they will be in for a surprise won't they? Come to that, so would you, although I'm sure if it was a big black man that thought you really were a woman and stuck his dick in your mouth you wouldn't complain would you? In fact just in case it's your lucky night I will help tempt providence and hide your face. Would you like that?" He nodded his head but did not speak, too excited at the thought she suspected. "Well then, I will have to cover you head with something won't I? Just what can I use... I know, what's this still lying on the floor from your little affair with the hosepipe, well it's those dirty wet knickers you had in your mouth. I know they are dirty and smelly, but we can't be too fussy can we, after all it's you that will have to wash them anyway, so its just one less pair for you to wash if we use these." She picked the soaking wet knickers up and pulled them over his head. "Well, that helps a little but I can still see that, even in the dark, you are not a very pretty woman. If you want to be fucked or do head for some guy we are going to have to hide even more of your face until we have a wig for you. What else can we use? Oh I know, that dirty wet skirt you were wearing before." She went back into the house and returned with the dripping wet skirt and the knickers he had 'climaxed' in earlier. Bending over him she forced the sticky knickers into his half open mouth then placed the skirt over his head, fastening it securely around his neck with the remaining length of chain and padlock. Her eyes had by now become accustomed to the dark and as she stood back to admire the spectacle she noticed that he had his knees firmly together, just like a woman would. She moved forward and put her hand up his skirt, feeling his legs first of all squeeze even more tightly together, then part slightly, allowing her hand to play around his 'cunt'. "You dirty bitch, you love it don't you? You can't get enough of it. You must be praying that some fucking lunatic does climb in here and gives it to you." She withdrew her hand and then just as she was deciding to leave him for the night, she realized she needed a pee again. What better way to leave him thinking of her than to piss on him? She whispered to him to keep still and not to panic when he felt the chair move. She then pulled the top of the chair towards her, making sure she could hold his weight before starting to lower the chair onto the floor, on its side. Once she had lowered it down completely, she next pushed it over again so that it was lying on its back. She heard him groan, and then realized that his full weight was resting on his hands, which were chained behind him to the chair. "Tough shit." She pulled up her skirt and removed her knickers, then straddled over his body, positioning herself directly over the point where his knees were still clamped together. When she released it, the hot stream shot straight down between his legs, up his skirt, soaking him once more: she then moved her hips and body forward so that the remainder of the piss covered most of his chest and of course a copious amount for his head. She heard his moan, whether it was pleasure or otherwise was not her concern. She adjusted her dress, pulled his chair up into an upright position again then left him there for the night -- she herself enjoying a very pleasant nights sleep. The next morning she laid thinking about the silly bastard. If he wasn't dead by now from the cold of the night, he would be feeling the sun that she could see through her bedroom blinds, warm on his legs. Even if he could not see through the knickers and skirt that were over his head, he would know that it was day from the sounds he must be able to hear. She laughed to herself at the thought of what kind of a mental panic he must be in, wondering if any of the neighbours could see him. He didn't know she had placed his chair against a wall that was more of less out of sight from prying eyes, although anyone with a pair of binoculars that cared to look would undoubtedly see him if he happened to move while they were watching him. Still, she had always cared little for what other people thought of her. If they paid her bills they had a right to stick their oar in, and as no one did pay her bills then they could all fuck off. She reasoned that even if some nosy bastard sent for the police she would simply explain that it was her boyfriend and that was what he liked doing. If they asked him he certainly would agree with whatever she said! She got out of bed and went and had a pee, laughing again to herself at thought of the last pee she had, all over him. She showered and got dressed; being selective about the clothes she wore. She still needed him to 'want' to be under her control so the more 'dominant' she looked the easier he would be to manage. When she went down into the kitchen she looked through the window at him, still sitting exactly where she had left him the night before. His legs were slightly apart at the knees, which was the only thing that gave away the fact that it was not a real woman trussed and bound to the chair. She put water on for the coffee then went to the back door. As she turned the key to unlock the door, his legs clamped together at the sound. Standing on the top step she took a deep breath and admired the day -- sunny and warm with a lovely blue sky. "Well bitch, did you enjoy yourself?" There was a muffled sound from underneath the skirt covering his head. She went back into the kitchen and picked up the keys from the table, then went down into the yard and removed the chain from around his neck. The skirt was warm from the morning sun and as she pulled it off his head the brightness of the day dazzled him. Although the knickers still covered his head they let most of the light through, causing him to bow his head forward, shielding his eyes from the brightness. She roughly pulled the knickers off his head, noting that they were slightly damp from his perspiration. Next she removed the knickers from his mouth. They were soaking wet and horrible-looking. "You have made a mess of these haven't you," she said as she held them in front of his still lowered face. "Please madam, I must have a pee... I am bursting." "Must... did you use the word must to me bitch? Well I will show you where that will get you. You can now wait here a little longer until I have had my coffee, then I will decided whether or not you can have a piss." He waited a moment then said, "But I can't hold it any longer. Please madam, just let me free for a minute." It was not that she didn't want him to use the loo -- obviously he would have to -- but she needed to be sure that she still had him in a controlled position when he did eventually go. She ignored his plea and went back into the kitchen and poured herself some hot coffee. As she watched him through the window she was trying to decide just which way to get him up to the bathroom and onto the toilet in such a way that she still retained full control over him. Suddenly he moved his legs apart and lifted his head. At the same time she saw that he was indeed pissing himself. A puddle was forming around his feet and running down his legs. "Well, that solves that problem for the moment" she said to herself. She was not too concerned about the mess. He was already a bit smelly from her own ablutions the previous night and anyhow it would be him that had to wash them so what the fuck; let him sit there in his own piss for a little while. When she had finished her coffee and had some toast, she went back into the yard and bent down close to him. "Well I see you really couldn't wait could you, you dirty fucking whore. You know what we have to do now don't you? We have to give you the hosepipe treatment again. I think you might like it though, getting fucked by the hosepipe might make up a little for the disappointment you must have felt when nobody got into the yard during the night to head fuck or arse fuck you." She took the free end of the hosepipe and carefully shoved it up the front of his skirt, trying not to actually touch him. He smelled of piss and she didn't want any of his mess on her. He still had his legs clamped together at the knees. "Open you legs, whore." He obediently parted his legs, thus allowing her to get the hose right up against his 'cunt'. She then moved back and turned the tap on full blast, laughing with delight as he shot forwards in the chair as much as the chains would allow him. The water gushed down from underneath his skirt in great torrents. Noting that there was little of the water splashing about, she picked up the two pairs of filthy knickers he had had in his mouth and over his head all night, then moved to his side and again forced the same pair into his mouth and the other pair over his head. She turned the tap to half power and then pulled the hosepipe down from beneath his skirt. Next, she splayed the pipe over his entire body, turning up the power as she moved. This was really fun, she concluded. What a way to start your day! After three or four minutes she turned the water off and undid the chain that kept him fixed to the chair. She unthreaded it from the rung of the chair, and then released his other hand. Next, she undid his legs and told him to stand up. He did so slowly but at