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"Carl" I was finishing with the supper dishes when the phone rang. I answered the call and heard Carl's voice on the other end. He lived in the same apartment complex as I did, on the third floor two doors down. "Hi Brian, sorry to bother you but could you stop down, I'm trying to move my entertainment center and can't manage it myself" he asked. I didn't socialize with Carl much and since we worked at different times I didn't see that much of him. But I figured he needed the help so I agreed to go over. It was innocent enough but it still bothered me. Carl had divorced a couple years ago and was living alone like I was. I had noticed he kept his key under his welcome mat and for something to do one afternoon while he was at work I entered his apartment and took a look around. I noticed that his ex had left a lot of her clothing behind and due to my hobby it wasn't long until I found several dresses of hers that fit along with a complete selection of lingerie. I had been paying visits to Carl's apartment without anyone knowing for months now. I didn't really want to help Carl but to play it safe I didn't want to seem distant. "How you doing Brian? Want a beer or something?" he asked as he opened the door. "No thanks, kind of busy myself" I returned. "After we're done moving that entertainment center I should get going" I finished. Carl moved over to the entertainment center. I noticed the large plasma television was already on. It didn't look like he had moved anything. I watched as he put a DVD into the player and started the disc. "What are you doing? I thought you wanted to move all that stuff" I said as he continued. "Just a minute Brian, take a look at this new movie I got. I think you'll find it interesting" He said as he smiled then turned his attention back to the large screen. I noticed the picture looked familiar, then realized it was a video from a camera that was in his bedroom! I got a sickening sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw myself enter the bedroom, nervously looking around. When I saw myself take that dress out of the closet and put it on the bed and then saw myself looking through his ex wives lingerie drawer I felt faint. I moved to the player and tried to take out the disc but Carl only pushed me away. "Watch this" he said as he fast forwarded the disc. There I was stripping off my clothes and putting on the full array of his wife's lingerie in fast forward. He held the fast forward button until I was totally dressed from head to toe and from the skin out. When I had the dress on and was swishing and mincing around his bedroom he hit the play button. I could hear my excited breathing as I minced on the high heels and could hear the rustling of the skirts of the dress as I swished and wiggled around the room trying to act like a lady. I gasped in sheer terror and lunged at the DVD player and hit the eject button then finally got the disc out of the player. I snapped the disc in two but Carl only stood there laughing. "I have a couple more copies around here someplace, want to break those too?" He laughed. "And oh, and I have a couple more hidden away in a safe deposit box downtown that I'm afraid you won't be able to get your hands on" he finished. "I...I'm sorry C...Carl," I stammered red faced and choking a swallow through my dry throat. "I guess I have this little fetish, it's harmless really. Let's just forget this ever happened and I'll get moved out of here and never bother you again. No harm done huh?" I said offering a deal and hoping he would somehow understand. But, he knew he had me now. He smiled and chuckled as he took out another pristine DVD and put it back into the player and sure enough it was another copy of the DVD I had just broken in two! I knew I was sunk now! Soon we were watching me back in the dress and putting a frilly apron on and tying it into a large bow at the back and then continuing my mincing and preening walk as I pretended to be an old fashioned housewife! "Such a little lady" he said with a smile as he studied the video. "I noticed a few things moved around in the apartment so I decided to hide my little video camera. I put it in the bedroom and rigged it to a wall outlet that activates when the light switch is turned on," he said as he continued watching. "I don't care about the clothes, matter of fact I should have pitched them after the ex left but I guess I am too lazy. But I don't like the way you used my hidden key to sneak into my place Brian. That was pretty tacky, it's also against the law!" He said in a direct matter- of-fact tone. I gasped and gulped another dry swallow. "Imagine if I turned this video into the police. Might make the papers huh? Or maybe the evening news?" He chuckled. "What would happen if your friends or the people at work saw your little show, hummm? You might lose your job. You'd certainly lose all your friends," he chuckled yet again. "But it doesn't have to be that way," he said as he finally switched the television and the DVD player off. I started in once again and this time told him I was not only moving out of the apartment but I would be moving far away to another town as well. I then apologized again and asked him to give me a break and just forget it. "I could do that I guess," he said as he rubbed his chin in thought. "But then it wouldn't be as much fun that way would it?" he continued. "Maybe we could work out a deal?" I felt the color running out of my face as I replied, "What kind of deal?" "I could use someone for let's say, a month. Someone to straighten the place back out, dust, wash a few clothes, cook a few meals. You know. If you could do that, yeah I might be willing to forget I ever saw that DVD recording. I'd give you all the copies and like you say it would be no harm no foul then. Nice and neat," he finished. It didn't take me long to think the deal over. Whip Carl's place into shape again like his wife used to keep it, cook a few meals, iron a few clothes and in a month my debt would be paid off. "One month?" I asked. "One month," Carl returned with a smile. "Alright," I said nodding my head. "Deal." I started for the door my head still spinning as he continued. "I'll figure out a schedule and what I want done. And one more thing. When you're working in here you're going to be doing it in a dress! Just like a proper little housewife!" he said with a satisfied smile. "Hey, forget that! I'll help you out, cook, clean and wash a few clothes and straighten up the place but let's leave those clothes out of the deal," I said. "I'm in enough trouble." "Well, I'm not the one who's been sneaking in here and trying on dresses am I? I think the punishment should fit the crime. My little sissy neighbor Brian, who likes to dress up like a lady and pretend to be a housewife is now going to get his chance!" My head spun, I felt sick and weak as I heard him laugh knowing he was in full control. "You get off in the early afternoon. That will give you time to do the shopping and errands then come over and get all dolled up. You do know where all the clothes are" he chuckled with a smile. "You'll pick the place up and get my supper started for when I get home at five. You'll take my coat at the door and serve me a drink while I read the paper before supper, all dolled up and in your pretty dress of course and then you'll serve me dinner and do the dishes." It's going to be four or five more hours a day for you but it's far better than that little DVD getting out isn't it Brian? Or maybe I should say 'Brandi'?" He finished. My ears were ringing and my heart was in my throat as I moved away down the quiet hallway and went back to my apartment. I then realized that tomorrow afternoon I would be starting my new part time job at Carl's as "Brandi" the lady of the house! I did as I was told and by the next night I had started in dusting and cleaning over at Carl's. I had supper in the oven and was just making him his evening drink when I heard the door open. "Hi honey, I'm home!" he said with a giggle as he shut the door. "Something in the oven smells good," he said. I made my way into the living room with his drink and his evening paper and took his coat as he looked me over. "What?" I asked as he looked me over. "I'm dressed like a woman just like you said." But he looked disappointed. "Well, I see you're in a brassiere under your sweater and you have makeup on and earrings but I don't care for the ponytail, or those wedge sandal shoes. And although you found a pair of ladies pants to wear I'm afraid it just isn't enough Brandi," he finished as he took his drink and his paper then moved to the couch. He noticed I had gotten started in on dusting and vacuuming and he noticed I had set the table for him as well but it wasn't enough. "What more do you want!?" I complained. "I want you looking at least as good as in your little movie," he said. "No more pants for you, from now on when I get home at night you are to be wearing a pretty and feminine dress. I want to see petticoats, seamed stockings, pearl necklaces, earrings and black stiletto heels. The works. I want more makeup, more perfume and a far more feminine hairstyle and start wearing those frilly aprons around the house too. There's some aprons and a couple of wigs fashioned in ladies styles up in the closet," he finished. "Since you're playing the part of the housewife when you're here you're going to look like the classic lady of the house straight from the 1950's! It looks like you've been busy all afternoon and the place does look better so I'll let it go tonight but tomorrow, just make sure you're as dolled up as possible when I get home," he finished. "And a Brandi, tell me when supper is served?" he said as he turned to his paper and began reading. "I had to go grocery shopping for you today, then when I got back and changed into these clothes I had to clean the kitchen, the refrigerator and the stove and wash dishes so I could prepare your meal. Then I started dusting, vacuuming and straightening up. It's going to take a week to get this place back in order just for starters. I can't very well be swirling around the house in a chiffon dress with pearls and heels and trying to keep my seams straight at the same time I am doing all that hard work! And on 6 inch stiletto heels? No way! Besides it would take an extra hour or more to get all decked out like that!" I complained. "Well I can see we have a little attitude problem here," Carl said as he put his paper aside. "Let's make a deal you know, it's punishment for you sneaking in here, and, for being a closet sissy! You're probably just cranky because you are a little tired but you'll get used to it," he continued. "Now, you will start looking pretty and wearing pretty dresses every day while you are here, is that understood Brandi? And since you'll be looking like a pretty little housewife I want you to soften your voice and start moving and acting more like a lady. I want you to completely live your dream for the next month," he chuckled as he went back to his paper. "But if you want to put up a fuss I guess we can just call off the whole deal right now. I can stop by the bank and get those copies tomorrow and drop them off at your office," he said, once again exerting his authority. "So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be my little housewife Brandi? My little lady of the house? Or do we end it right here and now?" He waited. "Alright, I'll do my best," I said in a quiet tone. "Tell me, tell me Brandi. I am going to be your housewife, the perfect little lady of the house. Say it," he ordered. I felt the humiliation as I composed myself and took a breath. "I...I am going to be your housewife, the perfect little lady of the house," I repeated. "Now that wasn't so hard now was it Brandi dear?" He smiled as he returned to his paper. "Let me know when supper is ready," he said as he waved me away. I then returned to the kitchen. I served his meal and after doing the dishes I quietly changed clothes then left his apartment as he relaxed watching the evening news. Then the second day of my month long ordeal began. "Hi honey, I'm home," I heard Carl say in a chuckling tone again as I worked in the kitchen. I then quickly made his drink then minced out into the living room wiggling and walking like a woman playing the part to the hilt. "Nice outfit!" he said as I swished into the livingroom in the shiny rayon house dress complete with nylon chiffon petticoat, beige seamed hose and those black patent leather pumps with the 6 inch stiletto heels. He noticed the perfume I was wearing and the heavy makeup and the pearl necklace and dangle earrings and the feminine styled blonde wig I was wearing. He noticed my long red nails as I handed him his martini as well. "My, my my!" he beamed. "Twirl for me Brandi," he motioned with his hand. "Let me have a good look," he said. I moved into the living room then held the skirt and did a turn. He heard the swish and noticed the shine of the nylons on my smooth hairless legs as I teetered on the heels. I smiled pleasantly just like a proper housewife and waited for his response. "Yes, much better! I'll bet you really feel like a lady now, right Brandi? Yes, so much more feminine and ladylike now," he said as he took his drink to the couch and began reading the evening paper. "Let me know when dinner's ready dear"he finished as he looked around the living room, noticing how much better the place looked and how the air even smelled fresher now. He seemed satisfied as I then minced and swished back into the kitchen to get his dinner. That was the second evening and I was already counting the days. But soon a week and a half had gone by and I realized that the house was finally being put back into shape and looked nice and clean like it used to. But it was a chore! Carl must have been beside himself with delight at his ability to humiliate me and to have a free live in maid for a whole month. It was truly a grind, and with the addition of having to fuss for almost two hours every afternoon getting dressed and into my feminine character when I got over to Carl's it was almost like a second full time job! The heavy breast forms he had me wear pulled at my lower back and the tight waist cinchers chafed at my tiny waist. But the hardest part was keeping my hair fixed, my makeup fresh my outfit clean and then spending the long afternoons walking on those 6 inch stiletto heels! But somehow I was getting by. "Hi honey, I'm home!" Came the familiar voice from the living room as I heard the door open and then close and lock. I then heard the rustling swish of my dress as I minced into the living room with Carl's drink then gave him his paper and hung up his coat. It had now become routine. He made sure to look me over, to make sure I was feminine enough but then it was back to the kitchen, serve dinner, do the dishes and after spending another hour changing clothes and scrubbing off the makeup yet another day was through. Carl's place was now immaculate. It was soon Friday night of the second week. I had the weekends off at my regular job but here, as Carl's 'housewife' it was a seven day ordeal. I had just finished the dishes and put my apron away and was swishing through the livingroom to go to Carl's bedroom to change and then shower off the perfume and makeup when he stopped me. He had put his paper away and was lounging on the couch watching a show as usual but for some reason this evening he stopped me. "Come on over Brandi, join me on the couch!" he said with a smile. I told him my feet were tired and that I just wanted to go home for the night but he continued. "I don't think that was an offer dear, it was more of an order, understand?" he said as I stopped and turned. "Come on now, sit down with me for a while, relax Brandi" he said smiling as he patted the seat next to him! I quietly minced and wiggled back to the couch then smoothed my dress and took my seat beside him. He noticed the zipping sound of my nylons as I crossed my legs and fluffed out my bouffant skirts. It was Friday and tonight I could tell that Carl was tired from working all week. I also realized that he'd had four martinis! It didn't take long until he was looking me over. "You've really fallen into the role of the proper housewife Brandi, I'm impressed!" He said as he slid close. "So pretty, so feminine," he said with a smile as he took in the floral scent of the perfume I was wearing. He then put his arm around me and pulled me close! I squirmed away then pulled his arm from around me. "This isn't part of the deal Carl!" I said angrily in my male voice. It seemed to startle him a bit since I had been talking softly for the past two weeks it seemed to anger him. "You've been doing so well up till now Brandi, don't fall out of character now, he said. "Or I may have to add another week on to your sentence," he exclaimed. "We had a deal!" I said but in a feminine tone once again. "You're getting your jollies at forcing me to dress up like a 50's housewife and you're getting a lot of free work done by me cooking and cleaning for you as your full time servant. Let's just leave it at that. Just let me do my last two weeks and I'll get out of your life," I finished. "You just relax Brandi. Before you get into any more trouble, understand sweetie?" he said as he pulled me towards him on the couch and put his arm around me once again! He then leaned over and put his hand on my knee! He felt me squirm and start to pull away. "Just sit still, I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he began gently working his hand up and down my smooth nylon stockinged leg. He then began feeling up under my skirt feeling my legs and the smooth nylon gartered tightly at the tops of my thighs! "Mmmmmm, there. I'll bet that feels good doesn't it?" he whispered as he ran his hand over my legs! I know you like wearing all this soft, frilly and feminine stuff, I'll bet it's exciting for you, isn't it?" He whispered as he moved his hand to my tightly tucked and girdled crotch and began rubbing my tucked mound like I was a girl. I squirmed again as he began rubbing me. "Mmmmm feels good doesn't it?" he whispered again. I could sense the excitement in his voice then looked down to see the hard on that was tenting his pants! "I...I have to g...go C...Carl!" I gasped as I pulled his hand out from under my dress and tried to compose myself but there was no stopping him now! "I have to g...mmmmmphhh!" I said, my sentence cut short as he pulled me back to the couch then forcibly kissed me! I could feel my lipstick smear as he forced his lips to mine then felt him force his tongue into my mouth in a deep French kiss as he pinned me to the couch. He then got on top of me and got between my legs and I could feel his hard on pressing tightly against me! I struggled and managed to pull away breathless and gasping. "Just a little blow job baby, just a little blow job. Nobody's going to know," he said now all excited himself. I struggled and squirmed and managed to pull away. I fell off the couch onto the floor but managed to quickly struggle to my feet. "I'll finish the two weeks and then we're through," I said as I turned and started for the bedroom to change clothes. Luckily Carl seemed to calm down a bit and stayed on the couch. But he wasn't there for long. I entered the bedroom flustered and couldn't wait to get out of there after what had just happened. I took off the belt of the dress and was reaching behind trying to find the zipper when I heard a voice behind me. "Here, let me help you with that zipper dear," he said as he quickly took hold and pulled the long back zipper down! The dress fell to the floor with a swish. I turned to keep my distance as I stepped out of the dress. "Get out of here Carl, I'm changing, then I'm going home," I told him as I untied then stepped out of the fluffy, white nylon chiffon petticoat. He looked me over as I stood there in the white, lace trimmed nylon full slip, his pants still tented by his hard on. He pulled me close again and as I teetered on the high heels he began fondling my waist and hips then began rubbing my tightly girdled behind. "Just one blow job. You've got me so excited baby, just one blow job. Nobody will know," he said as I angrily pushed him away. He returned the anger by grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him then backhanding me once, and then again! Carl was much larger than I was and I was stunned by the powerful blows. I felt him shove me back. I wobbled and stumbled on the high heels then fell with a swish to the bed. Carl quickly rummaged through the lingerie drawer then quickly made his way to the bed. "Teasing little bitch!" he said as he rolled me over onto my stomach. Before I could react I felt him grab my wrists then realized he was using nylon stockings to tie my wrists behind my back! I tried to kick and struggle but he was sitting on top of me and I couldn't get away. "You don't want to blow me? Is that right baby?" he said as I heard the zipping swish as he pulled and cinched the nylon stocking tightly around my wrists. Still dazed I gasped, tried to get my bearings and tried to struggle away as he held me. Then I felt him yank my wig off! Taking a hand full of my hair he pulled my neck back causing me to grimace and then gasp. He then quickly wadded up what looked like a short nylon half slip and began stuffing my mouth full to keep me quiet! Once my cheeks were puffed out and my mouth was filled and brimming with the frothy lingerie I tried pushing the material out but was caught off guard as I felt the tight nylon stocking being pulled over my head! "Oh, no you don't! No you don't! You're going to stay nice and quiet little bitch!" Carl said as he pulled and worked the nylon stocking over my head and my face until I could feel the welt was clear down to the base of my neck. I gasped and "muuummmppphhhed" as I struggled looking through the filmy sheen of the nylon stocking but Carl only continued by pulling another nylon tightly over my head! I heard the swish of the taut fabric as it slid tightly zipping nearly frictionless over the first one until that one too was all the way over my head. He then gave the top stocking a sharp zipping pull which pulled my neck back and made me grunt. The tight fabric pulled my nose into a pug and forced my eyes into slits. He then quickly knotted the nylon at the top of my head to keep it tight! I was squirming and struggling as he got up from the bed a bit out of breath. "All you had to do was just give me a quick blow job, you could have been in the shower by now and going home soon but no!" he said. "Since you don't like giving blow jobs, I guess we'll just have to find another way!" he said as he went to the bedroom door and shut it. He then took off his pants and as I watched through the gleaming filmy nylon hose that was stretched over my face I could only "glub" into the gag in terror now as I craned my neck and watched as Carl took out a condom and rolled it down the length of his now throbbing erection. I watched as he added more lubricant and then really began to squirm and struggle when he got onto the bed and pulled my full slip up! He found the waist band of the girdle and after tugging at the tight garment for a moment he soon had it pulled down my legs and then off. The white satin panties came next. Dressed in only garter belt, seamed nylon stockings and those black stiletto heeled pumps below the waist now I struggled on the bed trying to kick my feet but it was no use. He held my legs down again then quickly tied my knees together using another nylon stocking and after cinching them tight he tied another around my ankles until I was fully immobile. He didn't waste any time and quickly pulled me off the bed and onto my knees on the floor. He pushed me forward bending me over the bed then swished my full slip up over my back then straddled my legs. "Having fun yet sweetie!?" he said as he slapped my right buttocks hard and then my left buttocks taking delight in watching me squirm. "Well don't you worry, we're going to be having plenty of fun in just a minute!" he said as he grasped his stiff erection and hunched over me. I gasped and blubbered into the gag struggling but it was no use. I could hear his excited breathing in my ear as he held me around my waist with one arm while trying to work himself inside me holding his erection with his other hand. He taunted me as he steered into me "Little sissy boy likes to play dress up huh? Likes to play the lady of the house? Well how do you like it now, huh sissy?" he said as he found the opening and began pushing harder and harder until I felt myself beginning to stretch! I gasped and wiggled my hips trying to struggle away but it only drove him on further. "You feel it don't you bitch? Yeahhh, gonna make you feel like a lady," he chuckled as he pressed deeper and grimaced himself as I writhed underneath him. I squirmed and writhed under him and emitted a muffled gasping shriek as I felt him stretch me drum tight. He moaned with satisfaction as his hips sunk forward as he worked his bulbous head inside then continued pressing into me. He started humping in small stroked sinking deeper and deeper with each stroke. The pain from the stretching was intense but there was no escape. Carl continued pressing and stroking into me until I could feel his dangling ball sack slapping against me and then pressing tightly against me. I now knew he was all the way inside me! He then held me and after repositioning himself held me by my hips and hunched over me than began working his erection in and out, humping me! "Yeah, mmmmmm, nice and tight little bitch!" He gasped. I squirmed a bit more but it was hopeless. I could do nothing but wait till the pain of him stretching and invading me subsided somewhat. He set up a rhythm now and in the quiet of the bedroom I could hear the "pat-pat-pat" as his hips slapped into my bottom with each of his strokes. The motion caused me to rock and the bed to squeak as he humped me. I looked up with my nylon knob of a head and noticed the full length mirror on the other side of the bed and how he held me and hunched over me while he worked himself off. I "glubbed" into the gag at witnessing the twisted spectacle as I glared through the gleaming nylon stocking hood stretched tightly over my head to see the reflection in the mirror. "Unnnnggghhh!" he gasped as he worked himself to a fever pitch. "Tight little bitch! Yeah, nice and tight!" He exclaimed. "Mmmmm feels soooooo good! Maybe I'll just keep you on as my little housewife. Maybe I'll move you in, start you on female hormones. Yeah, I'll take away all your male clothes, you'll never wear pants again. Be my little bitch for good yeah! Turn you from a swishing little sissy into a real lady!" He taunted enjoying himself as I squirmed in terror under him. Then finally, when I thought I couldn't take anymore I felt him gasp and push himself all the way in. He wobbled a bit on his knees then gasped again and then gave out a long satisfied groan as I felt him twitching, coming inside of me! "Yeah, yeah, take it baby! Feel like a lady now?" He taunted again. He then quickly withdrew then continued by jerking himself. He pushed me down on the bed as he continued. I then felt the remaining ropes of white sperm as they jetted across my lower back. Finally, he finished then laid back on the floor. As soon as he recovered he untied my ankles and knees then undid my wrists. I pulled the nylon stockings off my head then started working the half slip out of my mouth as he started dressing. "You can go ahead and finish dressing Brandi, and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I'll look around and pick up one of those black satin maid's outfits for you. Yeah, I'll bet a swishing little sissy like you would really like that, wouldn't you sissy?" he said as he looked me over. Then he dressed and left the room. I was slow to rise and finish undressing. I cleaned up the room then showered off my makeup then changed back into my street clothes and quietly left the apartment without saying a word. I managed to survive the weekend but the next Tuesday night things started in again. I had worked all day and then prepared supper as usual and once again I found myself back on the couch. It didn't take long until he was kissing me deeply and fondling me once again as he held me close. "I think I'm going to have you start staying over on the weekends Brandi. We'll get you into some pretty lingerie and you can just spend those nights with me in the master bedroom from now on," he said. "I am done here in a week and a half and I am moving away!" I exclaimed as I pushed him away to distance myself. But he only continued, "I'm a powerful lawyer and what are you, you work as a clerk in a lousy hardware store! I've gotten used to the nice way you keep the house and the nice meals you cook and I like that feminine look you've gotten so much better at over the past weeks. And you're so nice and tight baby! No, I think you'll be staying here with me for a long time to come," he said with a smile as he grabbed me and held me tight once again. "And don't forget Brandi, I still have those DVD's in a safe place," he added then continued with a grandiose plan I had no intention of following through with. "I think I'll get the paperwork started on you next week and have everything changed over to show you as a female! Then I'm going to start you on female hormones! I've been saving a lot of money and I think a nice new house in a secluded area is in order. You'll sell all your things move out of your apartment and get rid of all your male clothes. Then we'll be moving away. And when I am done with you sweetie, you're going to be Brandi for real! You won't remember what it was like to be a man named Brian. You won't even remember what it felt like to wear pants!" He laughed. "You're going to have real titties soon and then a vagina. Just imagine, you in a frilly nightgown in my bed with those pretty legs of yours up in the air as I hump you!" I now knew I was stuck, I had to do something before there was no way out! I continued my duties every day and on the week days I spent as much extra time as I could tearing the house apart looking for any extra copies of that incriminating DVD that he had on me. I checked under all the dresser drawers, behind the paintings and picture frames and even looked for loose spots in the carpeting. I scoured the entire apartment for another two weeks until I was satisfied no copies remained. And since I was compliant and feminine now just like Carl had ordered me to be the threat of using that DVD against me was nearly forgotten. Then late one Sunday night after Carl had had his way with me and had fallen fast asleep I took his bank box key off his key ring and hid it. The next morning I went to the bank and got access to the box. I found contracts, a few pictures, a small scrap book and a tidy pile of 100 dollar bills as I searched through the box. I then found two DVD's in little paper envelopes! I took them both and left the bank. I looked over the DVD's at my apartment and true to his word these were additional copies of that video he had made of me. I kept up appearances and continued serving Carl to his satisfaction every night. I got his key back onto his key ring without him missing it and managed to search his car from headlights to taillights, under the seats and carpeting, under the hood and in the trunk and kept up until I was satisfied I had all the copies of that DVD. Then I set my plan into action! Another Friday night soon arrived and it was my turn to spend another weekend with Carl. After supper and after a few drinks it wasn't long until he waved me over to the couch. This time I was prepared. I took the little remote for the camera from behind the back seat cushion and activated the camera hidden in plain sight on the nearby bookshelf. I taped the little red "record" light over with black electricians tape and with the little camera in amongst all the other nick-knacks it went unnoticed. It wasn't long until he slid close and began pawing me again. I had spent a lot of time on my look for the day and had on plenty of makeup to disguise who I really was. It wasn't long until Carl was all over me rubbing his hard on against me, grinding into me dry humping me as he pressed me into the couch. "Let's go to bed baby, I need it, I need it bad," he gasped. I continued playing the submissive housewife but resisted and whispered into his ear in a breathy tone. "Do me here. Do me right here on the couch," I gasped. I kept up squirming under him until he couldn't take anymore. He pulled me to my knees right on the couch and worked up my dress and slips then was surprised I only had on a pair panties instead of the heavy girdle I usually wore. It didn't take long until he had my lacy nylon panties stripped away and tossed them on the floor. He took some lubricant from the end table drawer and quickly stripped his pants down to his knees. As he knelt between my gartered and nyloned legs with my skirt and slips up over my back he began applying the gel thickly to his member. He then set the lube aside and moved in! It was painful to feel him stretching me tight once again but I kept my legs spread and let him hump into me. It wasn't long until he was hunching over me thrusting in and out and groaning with pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, my little bitch, my tight little bitch!" he gasped excitedly as his words echoed through the living room and right into the microphone of the little video recorder that was busy whirring away on the shelf. I was certain that the video would show a man humping his lady but I made sure to position myself so the camera had full view up my skirt showing that I was indeed a man! He continued to hump me oblivious to what I was doing as he did me doggy style. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, that's it!" he said as I could feel his ball sack pull up tight and felt him swell inside me on the verge of coming. Then unexpectedly it was my turn. "What ever made you think that I was your baby?" I said in my most manly voice as I stripped off the feminine blonde wig to reveal my short brown haired male haircut that was parted on the side. I looked back at him as he humped, and in his state he was quiet unable to stop now. "You might like making fun of sissies, but what's worse, a sissy, or a guy that likes to fuck sissies in the ass!?" I said loudly as he began twitching deeply inside me then felt him pull out. I felt several more white ropes of come as they jetted across my back as Carl groaned with pleasure. "Just imagine, a man who likes to fuck sissy boys! Isn't that disgusting" Isn't it Carl?" I giggled. I then got up and hiding the little remote in my hand I stopped the little recorder. "What was that all about!?" Carl said angrily. "You better stay in character, because that's how I like it," he said with authority. "Anything you say lover" I said as I went to the bedroom to change. I was stuck for another weekend and since Carl was already spent and tired out it was easy to finish up once he was asleep. I quickly made two DVD copies just to be safe then after borrowing Carl's robe I snuck back to my apartment and hid the disks away in a safe place where he would never find them. I then returned to his apartment, straightened the living room and shut the equipment off then returned to the bedroom. I managed to make it through the weekend and soon it was Monday once again. I'd been with Carl for almost two months now and without him knowing I quietly began moving things out and giving my notice to the landlord and my boss at the hardware store. I didn't have much so it wasn't long until my car was packed. It wouldn't be long now until I was far far away and Carl would be getting his. The next night after I did the dinner dishes and said goodnight to Carl I went back to my place and started burning copies of that new DVD. I started it just as I rounded the couch and sat down. The video clearly showed Carl and a mildly attractive woman dressed as a vintage housewife. Since not many women dress that way these days that alone was enough to keep a viewers interest. I watched as he slid near, and put his arm around me and began fondling me and continued until he was swishing my dress up and pulling my lace trimmed white nylon panties away and tossing them on the floor. He swished my dress and slips up over my back to reveal my smooth shaven and nyloned and gartered legs as he finished applying the lubricant to his erection then grasped my hips and moved in! I watched him moan with pleasure as he humped into me then I heard my manly toned words as I pulled off my ladies wig to reveal without a doubt that Carl, the big important lawyer wasn't fucking a woman after all but a man only dressed as a woman instead!! The camera picked up my movement as I turned my bottom towards the lens to reveal my little hairless and dangling ball sack and manhood swinging in the air between my hairless, nyloned and gartered legs while Carl thrust into me gasping with pleasure then finally pulling out to continue jerking off and then came all over my back! It was perfect! I looked like a lady then yanked the wig off and spoke in a disguised but masculine tone to reveal I was really a man. The makeup I had so carefully applied nearly completely hid the male face everyone knew as Brian. I knew that nobody would ever know who it really was that Carl was working over. It would only show that it was Carl who was the true degenerate. I spent the evening burning over a dozen copies of the DVD then mailed all but three to his office partners, his friends and a couple people that knew him in the apartment. The next day I didn't report to work at Carl's apartment but I did stop by just long enough to put a disc into his DVD player with a note that simply read "play me, lover!" The other two copies went to the local television station and the newspaper. I dropped them in the mail as I drove out of town. I found a new apartment quickly and got back to work at a better job than I'd had before. Then I waited. A few days later the local late evening news warned the viewers that what they were about to see would be disturbing as they showed a heavily edited and pixilated version of the DVD I had made and then a new shot of Carl the upstanding citizen, the tower of the community as he was being grilled by reporters as he left the law firm with a cardboard box of his belongings. It was funny, the contrast at how talkative he had been with me and to see him now cringing in fear trying to get to his car saying "no comment, no comment!" While at the same time trying to use his suit coat to hide his face from the news cameras.