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Down the slippery slope - Part 4
By Undiecontrol ([email protected])
I didn't sleep well on that Friday night. This was partly from being
worried about oversleeping - I knew I must report to Miss Smith's at
6.00 AM - but largely from the fear of what she had planned for me. She
had already forced me to do things that would have been unimaginable
before our paths crossed and I was sure that I could expect a lot more
punishment and degradation in the next two days. I had already found to
my cost that argument and dissent only served to worsen my fate yet the
only viable alternative was to give in and do everything she demanded,
however humiliating, without question. The third option, of calling her
bluff over the incriminating photos she had of me, wasn't worth
thinking about because I had no doubt in my mind that she would carry
out her threat of exposing me to my friends and colleagues. My dilemma
terrified me because I could see no way out of my predicament that
didn't involve intense humiliation of some form. I was already too far
down the slippery slope to get back up to the top.
So at 5.00 AM I got out of bed, showered and shaved, and then got
dressed in the manner that she expected - plain white knickers, plain
white bra, black tights, trousers, shirts, sweater and shoes. I forced
myself to have a bit of breakfast but the butterflies churning in my
stomach made me feel nauseous.
Not wishing to be late, I arrived at Miss Smith's house at 5.50 AM,
parked just down the road and waited nervously while the seconds ticked
by. At 5.58, I started the engine again and drove the last few yards,
parking in her driveway. Getting out of my car, I started to sweat as I
glanced at the porch, the location where my ordeal had climaxed the
previous evening.
At precisely 6.00 AM I rang the door bell and waited. Very soon, I
heard Miss Smith drawing back bolts and chains, and the door opened.
She was dressed smartly, but casually, wearing white trousers and a
red, V-necked cashmere jersey. Despite the earliness of the hour, she
seemed wide awake and prepared for me. Her long blond hair was neatly
brushed and tied back, and light make-up accentuated the beauty of her
face. With a wag of her finger she beckoned me to enter.
"Good morning, Miss" I said, trying to sound as bright and as positive
as possible. She didn't reply, but led me into the study. Sitting down
in the leather armchair, she pointed to a spot in front of her. "Stand
there, Joanna. I don't want to hear a word from you until I tell you
otherwise. Stand up straight, put your hands behind your back, and look
at me!"
I did as I was instructed. "Listen very carefully to what I have to
say, Joanna. I'm going to explain your future to you and you need to
pay close attention. I don't need to remind you that you are being
punished for your sordid behaviour in stealing my sister's lingerie
from her washing line. What you had planned to do with it I have no
idea but I'm sure it was something utterly disgusting. Turning you over
to the police would have led to you being disgraced and punished, but I
doubt that it would have led to a cure for your perversion. I'm sure
that before long you would've been stealing some other poor girl's
underwear, bringing her the same distress that you caused Jane.
However, I intend to make sure that you never do that again because
besides punishing you I'm going to cure you of this compulsion. By the
time we have finished, Joanna, feminine attire will be so familiar to
you that owning it, handling it, and wearing it will be so second
nature that it will no longer give you any pleasure. You will feel no
greater compulsion to steal a pair of panties than you would feel for
wanting to steal a pair of men's boxer shorts."
She paused, looking me in the eyes. My expression was probably one of
bewilderment. There was much I wanted to say but I knew from the
previous evening that I must watch my tongue. "To use a clich?, Joanna,
there are two ways we can do this - the easy way and the hard way. The
easy way means that you do exactly what you are told, without question
or argument, and you do it to the best of your ability. With the hard
way, you will still end up doing exactly what you have been told, but
there will more punishment and humiliation along the way. Unless you
want to have your life totally ruined, with no job, no prospects and no
friends, there is no escape for you, Joanna. You must pay the price for
your crime and accept your fate."
I gave a slight nod that reflected my feelings of defeat. What Miss
Smith was saying confirmed my own worst fears.
She continued, "Even though I can, I actually have no particular wish
to destroy you, Joanna, but I do have every intention of punishing you
and curing you of your perversion. How long that takes depends on how
much resistance you show, and how quickly you learn - so the ball is in
your court. I hope I have made myself understood? You may answer me,
Joanna."
After a moment's hesitation, I replied, resignedly, "Yes, I understand,
Miss. ...I completely understand."
"Good," she replied, after waiting for a few seconds to see if I had
anything else to say. "I told you yesterday that I expect blind
obedience. The smallest infringement of my rules and instructions will
lead to you being punished. Think of it as a policy of zero tolerance.
You don't have to bother working out what you can and can't get away
with - you will get away with nothing! That should be easy for you to
remember."
After allowing me a few seconds to take that in, she went on to
explain, "There are three important rules you need to learn right now.
The first rule is this. You will obey all instructions without argument
or dissent. The second rule is that you will only speak when spoken to.
You will not speak unless I have asked you a question or unless I have
given you permission to speak. And when you do speak, you will keep it
short and to the point - I don't want any rambling monologues. The
third rule is that in my presence, unless told otherwise, you will
stand up straight with your hands behind your back and you will look at
me so that I can see I have your undivided attention. Later you will be
given other rules but we won't bother with any more just at the
moment."
She paused again, studying my face and judging whether I was absorbing
the information. "Do you understand, Joanna?" she said at last.
"Yes, Miss," I replied, keeping my reply short.
"OK, so tell me what the three rules are!"
"Er.. Rule 1, I must obey you at all times, Miss. Rule 2, I must only
speak when spoken to and Rule 3, hmm...., when I'm with you, I must
stand up straight with my hands behind my back, and look at you, Miss."
"Good girl, Joanna!" she said, sounding genuinely surprised by my
response. "Now follow me."
As she led the way out of the room, she stopped to pick up a leather
tawse that was lying on her desk. This she pushed into her belt.
Wasting no time, she climbed the stairs with me behind. The house
seemed even bigger from the inside that from the outside. We went down
a long passage way and entered a room at the end. One wall was covered
with built-in cupboards and drawers and on the opposite side of the
room there was a large shower, easily big enough to hold two people.
There was also a wash basin, a toilet and a couple of stools. Several
fluffy white towels were hung on a rail above a radiator. But also I
couldn't help noticing that above the shower was a very large hook
screwed into the ceiling.
"Look at me, Joanna! Don't look around the room", hissed Miss Smith.
"Put your right hand out, palm up."
I did as she commanded. She withdraw the tawse from her belt and
quickly brought it down three times on my upturned palm. The stings
made me draw in my breath sharply, but I managed to avoid squealing.
"Obedience to rules is what I want, Joanna. You'd better learn fast.
Now strip off so I can prepare you."
Without saying a word, I quickly took off my outer clothes until I was
standing there in my panties, pantyhose and bra. Then I started to pull
down my bra straps intending to lower my bra to my waist and swivel it
around.
"No, Joanna," she said, sounding rather exasperated, "That's not how a
girl takes off her bra. Reach behind you and undo the clasp. It's not
difficult."
I stretched behind me and fumbled and tugged and pushed at the clasp.
Despite the tenderness I was feeling in my right hand, I managed to
free one of the hooks quite quickly but the other remained stubbornly
in place for what seemed like a long time. Eventually, it came undone
and, breathing a sigh of relief, I slipped out of my bra.
"That wasn't very good, was it, Joanna? Rule 4 is that you will always
put on and take off your bras in a girlie way. You will practise that
action repeatedly over the next week and if you can't do it within 10
seconds by next weekend then you will be punished. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Miss," I replied, picturing myself at home have to practise this
manoeuvre in front of the mirror time after time. That thought,
together with my present embarrassment of having to stand exposed in
front of a fully dressed and attractive woman, proved to be a turn-on
for me and I felt myself becoming semi-aroused, which became all too
clear when I had removed my tights and knickers.
"Sorry, Miss," I exclaimed, before realising that I had spoken out of
turn. I then compounded the problem by attempting to apologise for
speaking. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything, Miss."
She didn't reply, but she went to a drawer and pulled something out.
Approaching me from behind, she instructed me to open my mouth. I did
so only to find it immediately filled with a ball which she proceeded
to strap into place. The ball made me want to retch and I started to
panic, desperately clawing at the straps trying to free myself from
this intrusion. Of course I couldn't dislodge it and I looked at Miss
Smith with pleading eyes, in vain trying to appeal to her to remove the
gag.
"That stays where it is," she replied in a composed voice. "That's what
happens if you speak when you shouldn't. It's uncomfortable but it
won't kill you. I won't leave you alone while you're wearing it. So
stop making a fuss and just accept your punishment. And, more
importantly, learn your lesson!"
I tried to regain control of my breathing, reassured a little by her
words. However, just as I started to calm down, she placed a hood over
the top part of my head which covered my eyes, completely taking away
my vision. I waved my arms around, as my panic returned.
"Keep still, you stupid girl!" she shouted. She grabbed my right hand
and I felt something click around my wrists. Next, she pulled my right
hand across to my left and there was another click. A tug on my part
confirmed my worst suspicions that I'd been handcuffed with my hands in
front.
"Calm down! You're going to have a shower, that's all. Stop acting like
a baby."
Then, with one hand on my right shoulder and another on my left elbow,
she guided me into the shower, warning me of the step up. "Place your
hands above your head," she instructed, and then she fastened the
handcuffs to the hook I'd seen above the shower. I was left straining
with my heels slightly above the ground.
"Becoming aroused and having a bulge in your panties is not the
behaviour I want, Joanna. So I'm going to stop that happening again."
Miss Smith positioned herself behind me and I cut feel the softness of
her jersey rubbing against my skin. She reached around me with both
hands, causing her breasts to push into my back. Her left hand cradled
my balls while her right took hold of my penis, which rapidly started
to swell and, within seconds, became fully erect. Gently, but firmly,
she started massaging the head in the most expert way imaginable. The
feeling was unbelievable and for a short time I was able to forget
about the discomfort from the gag and the strain from the cuffs. In
perhaps just half a minute I was close to cumming but I struggled to
hold back to saviour the moment. But still her intense massaging
continued until I reached the point of no return. As my knees wanted to
buckle, and I pulled down sharply on the hook, so she sensed what was
happening and she let go of my penis. I was left thrusting pointlessly
and frictionlessly into the air, desperately lunging in a failed
attempt to find something to rub again. There was nothing! I sensed
that my cum was only dribbling out and I was left feeling complete
unsatisfied. Disappointment overcame me and I quickly became aware of
my discomforts from the bondage.
Miss Smith didn't say a word but seconds later I heard her step out of
the shower, take the shower head from its cradle and then turn on the
unit. Icy cold water blasted my penis and in a few seconds shrivelled
it to nothing. Perhaps using a flannel, she scrubbed its head clean and
then dried me with a towel. There was then a pause why I heard her
scrabbling through drawers. Next I felt my penis being pushed into a
tube and was aware of something going around my scrotum. Finally, there
was a click. She had fitted me into a chastity device!
"This will stop you becoming fully erect," she explained. "There's a
bit of space for you to get aroused but I would go carefully if I were
you otherwise it will hurt. It's best that you avoid all erotic
thoughts!" She said nothing more for the next couple of minutes but I
could hear sounds consistent with her getting undressed. I heard a zip
being undone, a belt hitting the floor, a jersey being pulled over her
head and the bracelet of a watch being unsnapped. Despite her warnings
against having erotic thoughts, my mind raced as I tried to form a
mental image of her naked body, and I cursed the hood that was covering
my eyes.
A few seconds later, she turned on the shower, this time so that it was
spraying hot water, and then I heard the shower door close. I quickly
realised that she was in the shower with me. Probably for the next half
an hour, I stood there suspended by my handcuffs, hooded and gagged,
while she shaved my body and applied various creams and lotions. So
intimate was the contact between our two naked bodies that despite
having ejaculated a short time earlier, my penis was soon straining
against its prison and causing me some pain as its attempts to swell
and grow were thwarted.
Eventually, she turned off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle,
leaving the door open. Secured to the hook in the ceiling, I had no
option but to stand there with water dripping off me while she dried
herself and got dressed, seemingly in no great hurry. Then it was my
turn. She released me from the hook, undid the cuffs and took off my
hood.
"If I remove your gag, will you behave yourself, Joanna?" she enquired.
I nodded and she unbuckled it. The relief from getting the gag out was
wonderful and I had no wish to say anything that might provoke its
return.
She passed me a towel and I started to dry myself. From the neck down,
I was completely hairless, save for a narrow landing strip shaved into
my pubic hair, a feature that I had before only ever observed on a
woman. My embarrassment was intense but made worse by seeing my penis
locked up in a transparent plastic chastity device, secured in placed
with a small padlock.
When I thought I was dry, she passed me a tub of scented talc and
instructed me to lightly dust my genital area and butt crack to remove
the last traces of moistures. Then she gave me a female roll-on
deodorant which I had to apply to my hairless armpits. "Right," she
said. "We've wasted a lot of time and you have a lot of work to do
today, Joanna, so you'd better get dressed."
As quickly as I could, I put back on my white panties, black pantyhose
and white bra, remembering to put my bra on the way that a girl would.
It was even more difficult than taking it off, I discovered, which
caused Miss Smith to remind me of the importance of practising before
next weekend.
Then, to my intense embarrassment, she produced a couple of dense foam
breast forms from a drawer which she slipped into my bra cups. "They're
not has heavy as the real thing, but at least they will give a smoother
shape," she explained. "Appearance is very important."
"Let's get a few more photos," she said cheerfully, pulling a digital
camera out of a drawer. "And this time I want you to smile. We wouldn't
want people thinking you weren't enjoying yourself, would we? No! I
want a better smile than that, unless you want to be spanked with the
tawse again?"
Reluctantly, I did the best smile I could muster under the
circumstances, appreciating that this was another element of my
entrapment. If these photographs were ever distributed, it would be
impossible for me to prove coercion when I looked happy. But I knew
that I had no option but to obey her.
She put the camera down and went to a cupboard. "Here's a dress which
should fit you," she announced from behind me. I turned around and she
was holding a short-sleeved, black maid's dress with a white collar and
white cuffs. It wasn't a frilly French maid's dress but a practical
dress such as would be worn by a girl in a hotel. I was told to pull it
over my head. I did so and slipped my arms into the sleeves, and then
struggled to do up the "wrong-sided" buttons that extended from the
waist to the neck. Looking down, I could see that it finished about 3
inches above my knees.
"That looks good," Miss Smith commented, more to herself than me. After
asking me what size shoes I wore, she pulled a black pair of the right
size from a drawer and told me to put them on. I was horrified to see
that they had 3 inch heels and I was soon to find that standing in them
was uncomfortable and walking more so.
"Now, a few more photos and then you can start work in the kitchen,"
she informed me.
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