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I am a 25 year old single professional male with a secret love of bondage and crossdressing and in particular a fascination with ballet and dancewear; to me, tight fitting leotards, catsuits, fishnet tights, ballet shoes etc is much more exciting than the traditional basques, stockings, high heels etc, although I have to admit my growing wardrobe includes them all. What was missing was a pair of pointe shoes and as I surfed the internet for pages of pictures of them, my desire to own a pair became an obsession. I realised it is essential they are fitted properly, but never had the courage to go into a local shop to buy them in case anyone knew me or saw me. But when unexpectedly one day at work I was told I was required to attend a course about 40 miles away and found out a dance supplies shop was only about 5 minutes away, I decided fate had intervened and this was an opportunity not to be missed. I could hardly concentrate during the day of the course, I just wanted it to end early, which it did about 4.40 in the afternoon. I excused myself from the socialising bit afterwards and headed straight for the shop. I was relieved to find it still open, but I saw through the windows that a women was in there with her daughter and I couldn't bring myself to go in. I hung around outside until I saw them leave and with a combination of excitement and fear, I walked through the door into the shop. I was greeted by a pleasant woman, in her late twenties or early thirties, pretty, with light brown hair and dressed in a sweatshirt with the shop logo on the front and trousers and flat sandals, who asked if I needed help. For a second I was tempted to make an excuse and end up buying something I didn't really want, so I came straight out with, "Do you sell pointe shoes in my size?" She smiled and asked if they were for a fancy dress outfit but, gaining in confidence, I replied. "No, actually, I must admit it's a bit of a fetish thing, but I just have a thing about ballet wear and recently I just have to have a pair of pointe shoes." She seemed very sympathetic, told me she was sure she could help and said, "I'll close the shop so we can have some privacy, we don't want anyone else coming in and spoiling our fun, do we? Have you parked nearby." I was a bit surprised by the "we" but was glad of the privacy and explained that I was in the multi-storey car-park a few minutes walk away. Having locked the shop door and pulled some caf? styled curtains across the back of the window display giving us complete privacy, she told me, in a more authoritative voice, to sit down. "Okay, great, so you want to dress up as a ballerina do you, well, I spend all my time looking after precocious little girls, with their snooty drama queen acts and their annoying mothers who all think their daughter is a star and I'm pissed off with the lot of them I fantasise about someone like you coming in and who I could dress up," she said, taking me completely by surprise. "I, sorry, 'we', are going to have some fun - you're not in a hurry, are you?" she said in a way that only seemed to demand the answer, "No." "Good, we can't do it with those things on," she said with a dismissive wave of her hands at my male clothes, "take them all off while I go get something more suitable," she said, her voice sounding more excited and less bossy. She disappeared to the back of the shop and I was left wondering how things had all get changed round, I was the one who was supposed to be excited, not her. I slipped off my jacket and fingered with the buttons on my shirt, trying to work out where this was going and did I want to go there, but I couldn't resist wanting to find out and being surrounded by all these wonderful things was too much to refuse. I heard her coming back, so quickly removed my shirt and shoes and was taking off my socks when she stood in front of me with various packets and boxes, "Come on now, hurry up, I haven't got all night, I want all those clothes off." she demanded - she had certainly changed from the softly spoken, pleasant woman who first greeted me, but I couldn't stop myself from playing along. I was soon completely naked and suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed, but she didn't seem to care, she opened a packet and handed me a pair of pink ballet tights, "Put these on." she ordered. I ran my fingers down the inside of the legs and gathered the toes, "I see that's not the first time you've done that." she remarked. I pulled the tights over my knees, they were thicker than normal tights and felt quite restrictive, I stood up and as I pulled them up my thighs, my cock was beginning to stand to attention, which didn't go unnoticed and she gave a little squeal of delight. Next she took a light brown Lycra leotard, undid the back zip and handed it to me, "You'll like this, I've adapted it and kept it especially for such an occasion." I already have a plain Lycra leotard, but as I stepped into it, it felt different, heavier than normal, she couldn't wait for me any longer and went round behind me to help pull it up. I was glad, because by this time my cock was getting harder. As she eased it past my waist, I realised why it was different, some breast forms had been incorporated into the bust, as she pulled it up to my chest she told me to put my arms into the sleeves, she did the zip up the back and leaped round to look at me from the front. She was pleased with what she saw, "My, you are going to be perfect," she said and I saw myself in the mirror, I noticed that when stretched the leotard was almost flesh coloured. She reached to the side and picked up a pink and white tutu, "You'll definitely need help with this, come on now, step into it." she said bending down and showing where I could put my feet. She pulled up the dress, easing it over my 'breasts' and fastened the shoulder straps at the back so they fitted perfectly. It all happened so quickly and she was so persuasive, I didn't have time to stop and think, but I was getting a huge adrenaline rush which was telling me deep down I wanted to carry on. With three layers of cotton and Lycra over my crotch, my erection was being kept under firm control. "Sit down," she ordered, "let's find you some shoes." She tried two pairs which she said didn't fit properly, but the third pair, in pink satin, with a long vamp were perfect. "stand up, let's look at you." I stood up, rather awkwardly as the shoes felt harder than I had expected, I had only worn soft satin ballet slippers up to now. "Don't worry, they will feel tighter, they have to, I have been working on them, but they're not fully broken in yet." I turned and looked at myself in a full length mirror and I'm sure that if I hadn't have been so restricted I would have come on the spot, I looked everything I had dreamt of, the tutu was very stiff and stuck out almost horizontally and the pointe shoes really elongated my foot, encasing it in pink satin. I was in heaven, like a dream and hardly noticed she had moved behind and was smoothing the leotard down my arms, when suddenly I was awakened with the sounds of clicks, followed by the feeling of something cold and hard as she handcuffed my wrists. "What are you doing!" I tried to demand, but before I had finished she had forced a rubber gag in my mouth and fastened it at the back. "What I'm doing," she said finishing my sentence and tying my elbows together with a piece of cord as close as they would go, "is satisfying my fantasy, I think that's only fair as I'm letting you have yours, isn't it?" I was hardly in a position to disagree, gagged, handcuffed, elbows bound, dressed as I was, "Mmmm" I could only reply. "I'll take that as a yes, come with me," she took the ends of the rope binding my elbows and using it as a lead, led to the back of the shop. It was much more difficult than I thought to walk in pointe shoes and to keep up walking how real ballerinas walk, extending each foot as I took a step. We went through the door leading from the back of the shop, into a short corridor and turned into another room, about fifteen feet square. When she turned the light on I saw that two sides of the room had full length mirrors, with bars and beams halfway up the walls. She turned me 90O so I was facing a wall without mirrors and walked to the back of the room lowering a metal frame which had been suspended from the ceiling. She fastened a leather belt round my waist, attached to a metal pole which pressed against my back and the top was also attached to a collar which she also fastened round my neck. Another pole extended across my shoulders, she untied my elbows, uncuffed one wrist which she re-cuffed to the pole and extended my arm horizontally along the pole, tying it off at the shoulder, elbow and wrists with straps. She repeated the exercise with the other arm, all the time asking me questions, to which I could only reply with muffled noises as I was gagged, telling me that this is a special device she has had made 'to help me with my posture'. Eventually she was happy with her work, tied a rope to each end of the pole and tied the other ends to the frame. She turned me round so I was facing a mirror and pulled the frame up to ceiling until I was standing upright, with my feet flat on the floor. She then tied a rope round each leg just below the knee and secured them to the bars at side of the room, forcing my legs about 15" apart. She then went back to the hoist and pulled it a little higher so I had to stand en pointe. I lost my balance a couple of times until I got used to it and swinging from my arms was very uncomfortable as it caused the vertical pole to dig into my back. She smiled whilst I struggled and laughed when I lost my balance. "Oh my, what a pretty sight, I never thought I could have so much fun. Oh and 'I hope it is as good for you too'," she said sarcastically. "Now, you have to call me 'Mistress' and I am going to call you... let me see now, Felicity, yes Felicity, that's a pretty name for you... Now, Felicity, you stay there and admire yourself in the mirrors for a short while, after all it's what you really want don't you. There are some things I have to arrange. Don't go away Felicity." she added as she left the room laughing and very pleased with herself. Despite everything that had gone on, it was only now I was alone that I suddenly felt very vulnerable and realised that things had got out of hand and I had lost control, strangely however I was enjoying the excitement and the fear. I looked at the person I saw in the mirror, thinking it was an image I would previously have died to see and yet it was difficult to believe that it really was me, it really was actually happening. I was desperate to come, but the costumes were squeezing me too tight to allow me to do so, I was totally unable to touch or play with myself - it was so frustrating! Mistress returned, "And how is Felicity, oh look at her, just as cute as ever, but that face won't do, we can make you as pretty as pretty can be; you have such lovely hair, we just need to do something with it." I had always had long hair, very dark brown almost black, ever since my early teens and despite the present fashion for short hair I had become so used to it I could never bring myself to have it cut off. Mistress took the lid off a pot, removed my gag and told me to be quiet and not speak until I was spoken to. She took a big handful of gel type stuff from the pot and rubbed it right into my hair. She then put more on until it felt as if it wet and then brushed it back, gathered it all in her hand, did a bit of plaiting or something and secured it at the back of my head with a clasp so it looked as if I had a small bun. She then plugged in a hairdryer and dried it all off, when she patted it so see if was dry, I could feel it was almost rock hard and saw that it was in a style that made me look like one of those Spanish flamenco dancers, all flat, shiny and brushed back. She then took out a bag full of make up and covered my whole face and neck with this thick flesh coloured foundation and then skilfully added colour and highlights to my forehead, cheeks, chin and neck, She clipped my eyebrows to make them less masculine, which I would have resisted had her very sharp scissors not have been so close to my eyes, applied eye shadow and then told be to keep still while she put on false eyelashes. The colours she was using seemed very bright and I thought it made me look a bit tarty, but she explained that this was stage make up and had to be like this for it to look normal at a distance. I suddenly realised how compliant I had become and couldn't believe I was actually discussing my make-up. Finally she told me to pout my lips and she put on some very bright red lipstick. When I looked at the mirror opposite me I hardly recognised my reflection, the transformation was complete, I looked like a perfect ballerina. This however focused me on my outfit and I then realised that my feet and toes were getting very sore through having stood en pointe for so long. Mistress obviously noticed my discomfort and said, "I think that's enough training for today, I am sure you'd like to be more comfortable." I nodded and she lowered the frame so I could at last stand with my feet on the floor. She undid the ropes to the frame, untied the straps securing my arms to the cross pole and released me from the collar and waist belt. I stood there for a short while, unable to move, as the blood flowed back into my arms and feet. Mistress used this opportunity to handcuff me, this time with my hands in front and led me out of the room and back down the corridor. I thought my ordeal was over, little did I know then it had only just started. Back in the shop she lifted my arms over my head and secured them to a beam on the ceiling, undid three poppers on the crotch and the shoulder straps of the tutu, eased it down over by bum and told me to step out of it. She undid similar poppers on the leotard and removed the shoes and tights. She then dressed me in a pair of fishnet tights, refastened the poppers on the leotard and told me to step into a black, Lycra leotard, which as she pulled up, over my 'breasts' and again secured the shoulder straps, I noticed it had a short skirt attached to it, which only barely reached the top of my thighs. She then placed a pair of black leather ballet slippers on my feet, with elastic sewn in from the back of the heel and crossed over the front and attached at the sides, to keep them on. Despite my anxiety that this was all getting out of hand, my swelling cock was telling me it still felt good and I couldn't help but keep admiring myself in the mirrors, the make up really worked - from about 8 feet away, at first glance, I would never have thought I was a man. My pleasure was cut short as Mistress returned, she released my arms and removed the handcuffs and handed me a pair of black jazz trousers, with elasticated waist, tight fighting but flared and a baggy sweatshirt with the shop's logo on the front. A little confused I put them on as I was told and Mistress handed me a pink dancing shoe bag and my car key, having removed all my other keys, telling me that I was to return to my car, leave the car park and go to the west gate of the local park, leave the car there and walk through the park to meet her in the other car park at the opposite end. "How do I get out of the car park, I'll need money." I asked. "I have made arrangements, go to the gate and just do as you're told." she replied. I had never been out in public dressed as a female and I was shaking with nerves and yet it was incredibly exciting. I thought everyone would be looking at me, but by this time there weren't that many people about and they all seemed more concerned with what they were doing rather than with me. A few people looked at me but I just smiled and walked past as quickly as I could, hoping they would not look too closely. With great relief I reached my car without incident, sat inside and breathed a sigh of relief, I was quite pleased with myself and wondered if I should do it more often; it was somehow dangerous but thrilling. My mind returned to the present, I threw the pink bag on the passenger seat, it didn't feel as if there was anything in it, I assumed I had been given it just to make me feel even more silly. I looked round the inside of the car in the hope of finding some cash to pay the attendant, how I wished I was more organised and kept some change in the car for parking as so many other people do. With no other alternative, I started the engine and drove up to the exit. I stopped at the gate and was relieved that under a peaked hat was a woman, I didn't know what I would have done if it was a man, it would have been too embarrassing. "I would like to leave, but I am afraid I don't have any money, but someone I think has contacted you." I blurted out, more in hope than anything. The attendant smiled, "Yes, I remember, you should find something in your bag that will help." In the excitement I had not even thought to look inside it, I undid the zipper and there was a piece of paper inside. "Read out what is says." said the attendant. I took out the paper and read out loud: "My name is Felicity, I'm a sissy slut and if you let me out of your nice car park, I promise that I will thank you properly if ever I see you again." I hardly dared look her in the face, but she just said, "Thank you, I'll look forward to that." and she opened the gate and I left as quickly as I could. A breathed a huge sigh of relief, my cock still stiffening with the excitement of the danger, I thought I'd got away with that, don't how, but made a mental note never to park here again just in case she recognised me. Having left the car where I was told and feeling a bit braver by now, I walked through the park swinging my hips more than usual to look more feminine. As I got close to the opposite car park, I suddenly realised I didn't have a clue what car Mistress drove and I had a panic that I would have to look at every one to find her. I got the end and as I was looking round trying to decide what way to go best, a big black 4x4 pulled up in front of me. The passenger window slid half-way down and to my relief it was Mistress, "Chuck your keys on the seat and get in the back." she ordered. I did as I was told with my car keys, "Open the door." I replied, "It's locked." "So it is," she replied, "you must take off your trousers and throw them in the car as well." "You bitch," I hissed, "that's so unfair." I removed my trousers, showing off my tights and black ballet slippers. It wasn't a good idea calling her a 'bitch', because she was not pleased, "You need to learn some proper manners and respect, before I consider letting you in the car you can take off your top." I had no choice and wished I hadn't spoken to her like that. I looked round nervously as I took my top off, thinking that I would just have to stand there, say sorry or something and I could get into the car before too many people noticed. "You are a very naughty girl, Felicity," she said, "and as a punishment you will run back the way you came and if you are quick enough you will meet me at the other gate and if you are more respectful I will let you in the car." She then drove off leaving me standing there in my short black skirted leotard, fishnet tights and ballet slippers. For a moment I felt very exposed and scared, grateful that the skirt was just long enough to cover the bulge of my cock, the evening was getting cool, I could feel the cold on my legs, it seemed as if I was half-naked and yet there was a pleasing feeling of freedom at being out in the fresh air. I didn't dare look round in case people were looking at me, but I knew I had to make that far gate in time. I turned and ran as fast as I could, I was aware that by now people were looking at me, but I tried to ignore them and ran straight past them avoiding eye contact. As I was about twenty yards away I saw her car go past the gate, I was almost in tears of despair as I thought I would be too late, but they turned to tears of relief when I saw her car pulled in at the side of the road and she was getting out of the car and holding the back door open. "Thank you, thank you." I cried "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." Mistress told me to sit down and lean forward, handcuffed my wrists behind my back and as I was trying to get my breath back, she shoved the same gag I had worn earlier into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. Locking a pair of ankle cuffs, with about an 8" chain, round my ankles, she slammed the door shut, got into the car and drove off. I was so relieved to be in the safety of the inside of the car, I didn't care if anyone saw what she was doing, nor did I care at that time where she was taking me. When I had calmed down and wanted to know, I tried to make some appropriate noises, but the gag muffled any attempts at speech and Mistress just told me to shut up. We drove for about fifteen minutes to the outskirts, before she slowed down to pull into the drive of a large house surrounded by trees, shrubbery and a high brick wall. She stopped under a car port, undid my seat belt and told me to follow her, not that I had much intention of doing anything else. It was difficult to get out with my ankles cuffed, but I slid out onto my feet. I noticed another car parked on the other side and prayed that she wasn't taking me home for her husband, I would die of embarrassment if another man was to see me like this. I followed her across the gravel, trying to keep up having to take so many short steps and finding it difficult to retain my balance with my arms handcuffed behind me. We went through a door at the side of the house and I found myself in a sort of laundry room, Mistress had got there some time before me and was waiting for me, holding a leather collar with attached chain. She fastened it round my neck, I heard a click and reckoned it had been locked on at the back; she took the chain and attached the other end to a clasp on the wall about 4 or 5 feet away. She stepped back and looked me up and down. "Best get you changed into something more appropriate." she said, leaving me wondering what, after all that had happened so far, could possibly be next. She undid the leg cuffs and hand cuffs, but there was still nothing I could do as I was now locked to the wall. She undid the zips on the leotards and slid all my clothes down my body, leaving me standing there completely naked. She took out some silky underwear, in a deep fuchsia pink, I could feel my cock swelling as the emotions and feelings of the evening were coming to a head. First she told me to step into a pair of knickers, they felt really good as she pulled them up my legs, they had elasticated legs and waist and imprisoned by cock in a tight silky cage. Next she fastened a deep suspender belt round my waist, taking ages to push each suspender down through my panties and then rolled up a pair of white silky stockings and slapped my leg to tell me to lift my foot which I duly obliged, even pointing my toes to make it easier for her to put on. The sensations as she rolled them up my legs and fastened them to the suspenders was incredible and as I basked in the sensuous pleasures of the soft satin, she undid the clasp and dropped a matching silky vest, with narrow shoulder straps, over my head, telling me to put my arms through. The sensations increased as it slid down over my chest, caressing my nipples, so much so I was unaware Mistress had tied my hands together behind my back, the wrists were crossed and hands pointing upwards, so they were just above my waist. I really wanted to come at this stage and it was only when I tried to rub myself did I realise my arms were tied. She sensed my frustration, "Not yet Felicity, you have to save your stamina." she admonished me. She took hold of the chain and led me through the house, as good as it felt standing still in my new outfit, it felt even more sensuous as I moved, the softness almost seemed to massage by body with every movement, it felt so good I thought I could easily be converted from dancewear to silky lingerie as a means of getting off. By now I was even more desperate to come, it seemed as if all evening I was being repeatedly brought to a near climax, only to not be allowed to come and I was getting more and more frustrated. I was led upstairs, down a landing and we turned into a large bedroom, with mirrored wardrobes at one end and a large double bed at the other, on which was laying a really attractive woman, wearing a black, sleeveless PVC playsuit, with a high neck, but cut away breasts allowing her ample breasts to cascade through the two holes. She was wearing black hold up stockings and a pair of black 5" high heeled court shoes laid on the bed as if she had just kicked them off. As we approached the bed my eyes went down from her breasts to her crotch, which I was disappointed to find that the playsuit had knickers, although they looked as if they were attached by a set of poppers. As we got close she got up onto knees and moved down towards us so we met at the foot of the bed and Mistress removed the gag. "You don't recognise me, do you." she said, "My name's Lisa," which meant nothing. "Should I?" I replied. "Oh I think so," Lisa said, "I seem to remember you promising to thank me for letting you out of the car park." As she spoke it suddenly dawned on me, I didn't recognise her as the car park attendant, but then how could I have done, this was hardly how I had seen her first time. Before I could say anything, she had pulled my head into her breasts and was encouraging me to lick them. I needed no invitation and cursed that I was unable to grab her breasts in my hands and rub her nipples. I licked and sucked, my cock now throbbing, but instead of the silky panties gently caressing my manhood, they were now imprisoning it. She lowered herself a bit and I spread my legs to keep my head in the right position, as I did Mistress wrapped a rope around one ankle and secured it to the foot of one bedpost and did the same with the other ankle to the other bedpost. I whimpered in frustration, but Mistress and the attendant both told me to be patient. The bed had a wooden frame, with posts at each corner, there was no foot board, but a strong wooden bar joined the two posts together, about half way up my thighs. Lisa moved away, put her hand over her crotch and as she ripped off the crotch piece of her playsuit she said, "I think it's time for you to thank me properly." I gasped as she took away her hand, exposing not her wet, inviting pussy, but a rapidly stiffening cock! How could this be, I was gob- smacked, in my confusion Mistress tied a rope round my waist, bent me over the wooden bar and secured me to it with the rope. She pulled the end of the chain attached to my collar back over the bottom of the bed and tied it off, so my head was pulled down, almost touching the bed. Lisa laid on her back and turned round, so her head was over the bottom of the bed and manoeuvred her crotch under me until her cock touched my mouth. Again everything seemed to happen in fast forward, it seemed as if I was just there watching, with no say in what was happening, which of course I did not. Mistress had somehow ripped off my panties and I was left bent over the wooden bar, my legs spread apart and tied to the bedpost, with my ass in the air, my head was lower than my hips and hovering over this erect penis. It was all too much for me take in and although the thought of giving another man a blowjob would normally have made me sick, this was different, all I could see was a stunning attractive woman, no man has breasts like hers, I was the only one in the room with a penis and somehow my brain kept telling me that therefore this thing in front of me was my penis and I had to lick it and suck it as hard as I could in order to jack myself off. The more I did so the better I felt, I had never felt like this before, it was like I was having a multi, multi orgasm, I had reached a completely new level of euphoria I had never experienced before, there I was experiencing it all but without any control of what was going on, perhaps this is how it feels if you're high on drugs or something, wow, if it is as good as this perhaps I should give them a try, I had never had so many thoughts go through my head in such a short time. The more I sucked and slid my mouth up and down the shaft, the more it made it feel it was mine. My cock was getting stiffer and stiffer and I really wanted to explode. I never noticed that Mistress had lubed my asshole and was sliding in a dildo attached to her cock harness nor that Lisa had turned her attention to Mistress's clit. We all moved in perfect harmony, Mistress sliding in and out of my asshole, me sliding up and down Lisa's cock and Lisa rubbing and massaging Mistress's clit. We all moaned and groaned with insatiable pleasure, it was like a total body experience, it was so unreal, I was the first to come - spurting all over Lisa's PVC playsuit. Suddenly confused that 'my' cock in my mouth still stiff. I then began to realise what was happening and tried to pull my head away, but the chain prevented me from doing so. Lisa sensed what I was doing and pulled my head back down on her cock with leg and kept me there. As the euphoria of the sex died away I was aware of the other sensations, my ass was sore and stretched as Mistress relentlessly slid in and out as she was getting close to a climax and Lisa was forcing my head up and down and was moving her hips up and down as she was about to come. Suddenly Lisa erupted into my mouth with a loud shout, her cum was warm and sweet, I didn't want to swallow, but my head was locked around her cock by her legs and I couldn't get rid of all her cum. I gulped hard, which pleased her, at which point Mistress started panting hard, her dildo shoved so deep into my ass as she collapsed over me, I thought I was going burst. Lisa then let out a cry of disgust, feeling my cum sliding off her PVC and dripping over her. "Look what the dirty little sissy slut has done." Mistress also disapproved and reached for the gag, Lisa pulled my head back and Mistress secured the gag tightly into my mouth, "That should make sure she can enjoy all your love juices and she doesn't lose any." Lisa in the meantime was playing with Mistress's clittie and she was getting hot, "Change round, quickly." she said to Lisa, "Let's see if the cock-sucker is a good pussy-sucker too." Lisa slid out from under me, got off the bed and stood behind me, whilst Mistress sat in front of me spreading her legs wide. She grabbed some pillows which she put behind her to lean back on, removed the gag and pulled my head down onto her crotch, ordering me to finish her off. My tongue found her clittie without any problem, the taste and smell of her sex was almost overpowering and I licked and sucked her, desperate to please her. Lisa in the meantime had slid her cock up my ass, I'd never been fucked in the ass before and although I would previously have thought it disgusting and unpleasant, it was warm and throbbing and actually felt better than Mistress's dildo. Again we were all in perfect synchronisation, I could fell Lisa's cock getting harder inside me and whilst Mistress's moans were getting louder as my efforts were producing the desired effect, until I felt her come, quickly followed by this huge eruption inside me as Lisa had also come. My cock had also got stiffer, but yet again I was not allowed to be satisfied. They both got up, replaced the gag and dildo and untied the ropes around my ankles. Lisa untied the ends of the rope round my waist from the beam across the end of the bed which enabled me to stand up, which felt really nice as I hadn't realised how sore by back had become having been bent over for so long. Lisa passed the ends of the rope which were hanging from the front of my waist through my crotch and tied them to the waist rope at the back, effectively preventing the dildo shoved deep into my ass. They both pushed me onto the bed, where they tied my ankles together and knees together and used the ends of the rope now tied to the back of my waist to the rope securing my ankles so I was the hog-tied on the bed, knees and ankles tied together, ankles pulled up as close to my waist as they could get them, arms and wrists tied behind my back, plugged and gagged, sweaty and totally exhausted - mentally and physically. The strictness of the hog- tie caused my back to arch backwards, I could only fall onto my side and as I heard them both leave the room, I laid there, trying to take in all that had happened that evening and wondering how things could have got from satisfying a simple fantasy of mine to purchase a pair of shoes ended up with me in the state I was. I was so exhausted, I almost drifted off to sleep, but was awoken by Mistress and Lisa approaching the bed. They turned me on my stomach and undid all the ropes and told me to stand up. My back and arms were quite sore and it took a while for the circulation to get back to normal. Mistress removed the gag and was really pleasant, complimenting me on how well I had performed and how much I had pleased them both. "I think that's enough for a first night," she said, "but I got the feeling you wouldn't want it to be your last." I couldn't hide the fact that I was dreading her just saying 'good-bye, that's the end'. My life had suddenly gone down a path I would never have believed I would have followed and I desperately wanted to continue going down that path. "Please Mistress, could I have the opportunity to please you again." I said like some feeble little girl. "We have every intention of ensuring you do," she replied "we've great plans for you, I think we're going to get on just fine." she said with an air of anticipation. Just as I was beginning to dream and fantasise about what she meant by that, she brought me sharply back to reality, "Let's get you back to your car; Foot up!" I dutifully lifted first one foot and then the other and Lisa slid up a pair of white silky panties, again with elasticated legs to keep by tackle under control, as she pulled them over my bum, she patted my ass, which reminded me I was still plugged. "Let's keep that in for a while, as a reminder of your evening." she smiled. She handed me the black leather dancing shoes I had arrived in which I put on. She told me to remove my silky top, which I did and to hold out my arms. She then put on a white satin padded bra and fastened it up at the back and Mistress in the meantime had brought a short, lemon coloured summer dress with puffed sleeves and a peter pan collar both edged in lace. She zipped up the back, they both stepped back and congratulated each other on a good choice and told me to follow them. We went downstairs and left the house the way we had come in, they now dressed normally, me wearing my lemon dress, white padded bra, garter belt and stockings and black leather dance shoes. I couldn't help thinking that although I looked like a twelve year old girl, I felt much older as I had just been fucked and had sex for the first time and then suddenly realised how am I thinking like this - I'm a man! We got into the car and Mistress drove me to the park where I had left my car, what seemed like an eternity ago. She handed me the keys and told me I would find my old clothes on the seat if I wanted to change into them. I got out of their car and walked the few feet to mine, it was now getting late and there were only a couple of other cars in the car park and they didn't seem to notice us. I stood there, I contrast to how I had felt last time I was here, not even caring now what people might see or think, I felt like a sexy young girl. I turned back to Mistress, "I can't leave it like this, where do we go from here?" I pleaded. Mistress smiled, "Why don't you ensure all the clothes you are wearing are washed and laundered and bring them to the shop next Friday at, say, 5.45. I'll be waiting and don't arrange anything for the weekend." I was so pleased, I could hardly control my relief and excitement, "Thank you, thank you!" I said, "I'll be there, I promise." "I know you will." she said and drove away. I stood there and watched them go until they had disappeared from view. Suddenly I felt alone and vulnerable again and was aware of some men walking towards me. Beginning to panic, I got into the car, my prayers that it would start first time were answered and I drove off quickly. I was half way home before I realised how I was dressed and what if I had an accident, how would I explain that to the police. The more I thought about it, the naughtier I felt and the harder my cock was getting. I decided it might me too dangerous to arrive at my house in my car and get out dressed as I was, just in case I happened to meet one of the neighbours, so before I was close to home, I pulled into the side and but on my shirt and trousers over my outfit. It felt strange, pulling up the trousers reminded me again of the plug up my ass, but it was too complicated to try and remove it now, so I carried on home. I arrived outside my house, turned off the engine, had a quick look round and as all was quiet, I collected up my shoes and other clothes and went indoors. It seemed strange being back home, I felt as if I was now a different person. I didn't want to wear my shirt and trousers and took them off straight away and threw all my old clothes on the floor. My ass was sore and I was hungry - what should I do first - I went upstairs to the bathroom and ran a hot, soapy bath. I came down to the kitchen, got one of those instant plated meals I keep in the freezer for emergencies - if this wasn't one, what was - and popped it into the microwave. '35 minutes' it said it needed, perfect. I returned to bathroom, carefully took off my clothes and managed to undo the knots of the rope around my waist. I slowly pulled the butt plug from my ass and eventually it popped out - oh that felt good. I had a wonderful relaxing bath, the hot water really soaking away my aches and pains. I washed out my asshole as best I could and heard the microwave go beep. I got out of the bath, dried myself, but could not bring myself to ignore the pile of clothed I had earlier removed, I just had to continue the dream a little longer. I therefore dressed myself again, first putting on the white satin garter belt, then the white satin padded bra, I paused momentarily to caress my slightly rounded bust, then the white silky stockings, white satin panties, lemon dress and black leather shoes. It was a great feeling and it got even better as I breezed down the hall, my dress blowing free and brought my dinner through to the lounge, where I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and ate my dinner. It was an exhilarating feeling, I had a permanent erection, I was in heaven, I could barely eat, but knew I had to because I was hungry and hardly watched the TV, all I could think about was what had happened to me, how comfortable and relaxed I felt dressed like this and could I ever wear my old clothes again. Exhaustion was now catching up fast, but I didn't want the evening to end. I locked up, turned the lights off and retired to bed. I took off my dress and shoes and climbed into bed in my bra, panties garter and stockings. I laid there, thinking back to an hour or so ago when I was last laying on Mistress's bed, hogtied and exhausted. I rubbed myself until I felt the warmth of my cum filling my panties and soon drifted off to sleep. Had this been a dream? Would I wake up? Who knows, I hoped it wasn't a dream, I wanted to do it again. All I knew was that I had never been so happy.