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I was walking home from work one day when I saw two oldish ladies struggling to carry some heavy shopping bags from their car to their house. I stopped and asked if they needed a helping hand. "Oh that would be lovely, thank you young man," said one in a surprisingly smooth and silky voice. "Oh you are a dear," replied the other with an equally seductive tone which belied their years. I thought nothing of it so accepted the bags that they piled on top of my outstretched arms. Within moments I couldn't see above the bags so they each grabbed my arms firmly and led me off towards their house singing my praises. I didn't see which house we went in to but the front door slammed solidly behind us when we entered which surprised me. They led me through a dimly lit hallway and into another room which turned out to be the kitchen. They chattered away constantly about this and that but kept a firm grip on my arms. They started unloading the shopping from me and when they took the last bag one of them said, "How about a nice cup of tea as a reward." Not wanting to offend I accepted and was ushered by them both, each with a hand on my shoulder, to a high backed wooden chair and forced down upon it. One of the ladies remained with her hand firmly on my shoulder as the other put the kettle on. "We only have homemade herbal tea I'm afraid," said one of the ladies. "That's ok, I really must get going," I replied and tried to get up. "Nonsense," said the lady next to me, "you will stay for a cup of tea," and tightened her grip on my shoulder and stopped me from standing up. Her grip was surprisingly strong and made me feel uneasy. I stayed where I was partly so I didn't offend and partly because of the relentless pressure of the hand on my shoulder. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I took the chance to look around and get a look at my hosts. The kitchen was very spacious with all mod cons but with an old fashioned look and I was sat at a sturdy round table with five other identical chairs. I was facing a patio door which looked out onto a large and very neat garden but couldn't really make out much detail. The windows appeared to smoked glass. You could look out but not in. both of the women were wearing long overcoats with brightly colored silk scarves tied over their heads which they had yet to take off. One lady placed a steaming cup on the table in front of me, pulled up a chair, sat down and crossed her legs. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing open toed stilettos and her brightly painted toe nails were clearly visible. Her legs were encased in sheerest black nylon stockings and her legs were shiny and practically shimmering beneath them. "Wow," I thought, "that's a little risqu? for a woman her age." But had to admit I was a little aroused and shifted uncomfortably in the chair under her menacing gaze and the pressure of the other woman's grip, which was gradually becoming a massage as she started needing the flesh of my shoulder. "Drink my dear," she said almost as a command, so I took the cup and raised it to my lips. The smell nearly made me retch but not wanting to appear rude I took a small sip. God it tasted disgusting but I tried my best not to show it. "It's herbal tea young man, our own recipe, drink and I guarantee you will feel a whole lot better," said the woman behind me as she reached round and tilted the cup, beckoning me to drink up. I opened my mouth and swallowed the lot so I could get the hell out of there when both of them started giggling to each other. "I really must be going now," I said, but my voice seemed distant and I tried to rise out of the chair but my body wouldn't obey me. "No, you will stay where you are," said one of the women in a deeply hypnotic voice and I found myself unable to move. My subconscious was screaming to get the hell out of there but my mind and my body just sat where I was told. I was aware that something bad was going on but I couldn't will my body to work, I realized the drink was drugged and I was in serious trouble. "Now young man, you will help us with our laundry, get up and follow me to the washing pile," said one of the ladies. I got up and followed with the other one bringing up the rear. My mind screamed no but my body betrayed me. We got to a large pile of silken garments and a voice commanded me to take my clothes off for washing. Without hesitation I obeyed despite my mind going nuts. With no control over my body I was soon naked with my clothes in a heap on the floor. These were scooped up, placed in a plastic bag and put out of the way. "You won't need them anytime soon my dear," said one of the ladies and they both started laughing. What did they mean my mind asked but my body just stood there helpless under the drugs', and these evil women's', influence. One of the women picked up a garment and handed it to me. "This is a girdle," she said, "it is made of satin. Feel how soft and silky it is, rub it between your fingers and over your body and luxuriate at its touch," she commanded and my helpless body obeyed. I caressed and stroked it in my hands and rubbed it all over myself despite my brains continued attempts to stop my body obeying. I felt its silken touch on my body and despite my minds best effort became hopelessly aroused. "Good, you obviously appreciate the girdle and you like its touch now step into it and put it on," she said. I couldn't stop myself and stepped gingerly into the girdle and pulled it up my legs, over my erect manhood and up my body. "Here, let us help," and in a flurry of movement both women attacked my body, fitting the girdle properly. "This one appears a little bit too small, never mind we will soon sort that out." And with a concerted effort both women pulled and tugged at the zip until it closed and my body was helplessly encased in its satin embrace and my manhood was an unsightly bulge in the front on this satin prison. "Very good my dear, a snug but comfortable fit, now pick a pair of stockings off the pile and put them on. Take your time and decide which ones you wish to wear. There is silk, nylon, lace and satin stockings so feel them, caress them until you find a pair that feels right." My drugged body obeyed and my hands dipped into the pile of stockings and grabbed a handful and stroked them, rubbed them on my face and over my body. I put my hands inside them and pulled them up my arms to get a better feel and allowed their wispy silken touch to arouse until my screaming mind could take no more. "You seem to like the nylons better now take a pair of black nylon stockings and put them on. They a fully fashioned and seemed so make sure you put them on correctly. If you damage or ladder them you will be in terrible trouble," one lady commanded and of course I did as I was told, taking a shiny pair of nylons, rolling them in my hands and carefully pulling them over my toes and up my legs. My mind shouted and screamed to stop but had no control because of the drug. The movement of the stockings caressed my legs as I pull them up and their wispy silken touch was more than enough to renew the effort of my manhood to escape its satin prison. "Good, now attach them to the suspenders and make sure the seams are straight or else, do the same with the other stocking then stand up straight ready for inspection," I was commanded. Of course I obeyed and within minutes I stood rigid, in more ways than one, a picture of feminized humiliation awaiting the approval of my captors. "Not bad my dear for the first time. You really have a knack for this. We seem to of picked well now wait here and don't move." I stood there as the two ladies left the room chattering happily. They obviously knew the drug would make me obey and stop me from leaving. They returned several minutes later to find their helplessly humiliated feminized prisoner in exactly the same position they had left me, despite my minds continued exertions to regain control of its body. The two women had changed clothes and now looked anything but the helpless old ladies in need of assistance. They both wore matching shiny satin shirts with the waist cinched in with a wide leather belt, knee length black leather skirts, shimmering black nylon stockings and open toed high heeled sandals. Both their hairs were tied severely back into a pony tail and both had crisp and shiny silk scarves knotted around their necks. One was white and one was red. They both looked thoroughly menacing and utterly dominant and nowhere near as old as I first thought. They had tricked and trapped me far too easily and my mind knew it but could do nothing about it. "On your knees," one lady commanded, and I obeyed. They both took positions in front of me so my face was level with their leather skirts. "Now do exactly as I say, reach up our skirts all the way and into our vaginas and remove what you find inside. Do it gently and do it now. "My drugged body obeyed as my mind watched as my hand caressed their thighs, over the tops of the nylon stockings and parted the lips of their surprisingly shaved pussies. Both women sighed and moaned gently as I pulled two pieces of silky sodden material from inside them and held them up for them to see. "Good, they are our panties that we have had inside us all day and they are soaked with our juices. Now, put them in your mouth and gag yourself." So I pushed first one pair of slimy, musky silk then the other into my mouth and pressed until it was full. A pair of thumbs appeared in front of me and disappeared into my mouth, packing the wad of silk tightly, causing me to gag and keeping my mouth open. The lady wearing the red silk scarf untied the knot and pulled the scarf from around her neck. The scarf whistled as she twirled it around making it into a long sausage shape, tied a knot in the middle of it, wrapped the ends around both hands and moved it into position in front of my face. With a twist of arms and a dainty side step, the knot was in my mouth and she was behind me. Her knee pushed into my back and she tugged on the scarf forcing the knot deeper into my mouth and pulling my lips into a grimace. When she was satisfied the scarf was as tight as possible she double knotted it in place. By now the musky dampness of the panty gag was mingling with my own saliva leaving a nasty taste in my mouth. The other woman removed her scarf and folded into a rectangle shape about 5 inches wide, moved behind me and placed the scarf over my mouth so it covered my face and nose and under my chin. She also double knotted it securely in place. The lower half of my face was completely covered in smooth, shiny silk. My breathing instantly became more laboured as my drugged body desperately tried to inhale air through to confining silk covering my nose as my mouth was tightly packed and no ait could get in. My mind was panicking that it would suffocate but the ladies had used all their gagging expertise and tightened the scarves to perfection. "We'd better get him restrained now as the drug will soon start to wear off, but first we will fit him with some adequate footwear." One lady said. With that she commanded me to stand up, which of course I did, one lady grabbed my shoulders to steady me and the other bent down and slipped a high heeled pump with ankle strap on my nylon covered foot, then repeated with the other foot. As she was securing them to my feet with the ankle straps she said, "it's a tight fit but that will just add to his discomfort and make them that much harder to him to slip off, now let's get him to a chair and secure him, he's already starting to resist." With that they both grabbed an arm and manoeuvred me over to one of the high backed wooden chairs and sat me down on it with my back against the rest. "I think a pair of satin opera gloves to finish off then we will get down to the nitty gritty." She walked off and returned shortly with a pair of white, shiny, long gloves, rolled them to make them easier to fit and as one they fitted both pairs simultaneously, tugging and pulling until they finally reached my shoulders. Strategic buttons were fastened at wrist and shoulders pinching the skin underneath. They were tight and uncomfortable and my mind knew they would be impossible to remove without help, as the shiny material restriction of finger movement caused by their small size would make grip difficult. A box was placed on the table next to me and rattled musically as the contents were upended on the table. Before my slowly recovering eyes were umpteen pairs of handcuffs and the ladies grabbed a pair each and went to work on me. At the same time they imprisoned my wrists and ankles together and ratcheted the cuffs tight and secure. My ankles were shifted so the heels of the stilettos were hooked over the back bar of the chair under the seat. A cuff with a longer piece of chain was secured around one elbow, the chain was passed between the upright slats of the backrest and secured to my other elbow, pulling them back and pulling my cuffed hands tightly into my stomach. A chain was clipped to the connecting chain of my ankle cuffs and then to the chain securing my elbows. They then singled out my thumbs and attached a device that kept them tightly together. "The drug is about to wear off so let's sit back and enjoy the show," one lady said. They pulled up chairs and sat on them, crossing their slender, nylon stocking legs, looks of amusement on their faces. My racing mind suddenly became aware that it now had control of its body again and a whole load of emotions and feelings flew back into it. The feel and tightness of the girdle, the silkiness of the nylons, the agony of high heeled torment and worst of all the disgusting pungent taste of soiled panties in my mouth, held in with tight, crushing silk. I struggled in the confines of the cuffs and tried in desperate vain to get free. The more I struggled the more the pain increased from the restraints and the harder it was to breath. I mmmphed into the gag and shook my head and tried to expel the foul tasting materiel from my mouth but the silk scarves held firm. The heavy chair barely moved and the restraints made a mockery of my best attempts to get free. All the while my movements made my nylon covered legs rub together and they schnicked loudly and added to my misery. My laboured breathing stopped my escape attempts and I struggled for air through the cloying silk folds of my gag. My wrists, ankles, elbows and especially my thumbs were in agony from my exertions and all I had managed to do was make myself sweat and amuse my laughing captors. "Well young man, now that you have that out of your system and you know escape is not possible. You are now under our control and if you resist, disrespect us or try to escape then this..." the load smack of a riding crop and a jolt of pain as it struck my inner thigh, "will be used to restore discipline. Do you understand?" I mmmmphed into the gag and renewed my struggling. "A taste then." One of the old women grabbed a handful of my hair to steady my head as the other produced a wide leather collar, wrapped it around my neck and padlocked it into place. A chain was clipped to a ring at the front. The cuff on one elbow was undone as was the connecting chain to the ankle cuffs and I was dragged to my feet. The elbow cuff was reattached and I teetered unsteadily on the high heels as I'd never worn them before. As one lady held the leash taught the other released my trapped ankles and used a different set of cuffs, this time with a longer chain, hobbling me. I was then led around the kitchen by the leash as my taught and wobbling backside and legs were the target of the riding crop, wielded with deadly accuracy by this evil woman. It was hard enough staying upright on the heals let alone being dragged around the kitchen ,and with the crop's ministrations on me as well I was soon a heavy breathing, sweating, mmmmphing picture of enforced feminization. The panties in my mouth tasted foul and, mingling with my own drool, had started trickling down the back of my throat. Yuk. The heels clopped loudly on the tiled floor and the nylon stockings schnicked and whistled as I was led a merry dance. The meaty thwack of the crop rang home my position of helplessness so decided to play along, bide my time and wait for my chance to escape. "Have you learned a lesson young man?" I was asked, and panting and mmmmphing through the silken gag nodded in agreement. "Good, now let's get on." I was then led by the leash through a doorway to a very spacious living room which was decorated very traditionally, led over to a large luxurious sofa. I was forced to my knees and then bent over it. Some fiddling about my ankles made me realise that they had replaced the cuffs for ones with a shorter chain. "We are now going to cuff your hands behind your back, so don't try anything or else," I was warned. After dragging me upright by the leash and keeping a tight grip one of the women unlocked the thumb and wrist cuffs and dragged my hands behind me before locking both hand and thumb cuffs on me again. My elbows were forced unnaturally together and locked in place with yet more cuffs. I groaned through the foul tasting packing in my mouth and mumbled intelligible curses at them. This got me a few whacks of the crop for my reaction and I soon fell silent. One of the women sat back on the sofa in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and thrust my head face first into her crotch, crossed her legs around my head and held me still. The darkness was total and I spent all my efforts just trying to breathe and ignore the pungent smell of womanly arousal which was soaking the silk scarf covering my nose. I felt a finger exploring my backside and a cold gel being applied before a finger inserted itself into my rectum. I jerked and struggled as best as I could at this intrusion but the nylon clad legs held my head firmly still. I mmmmphed and gurgled into the gag but my muffled screams went unheard and unheeded. The finger continued its exploration for a few minutes then withdrew quickly, then another intruder was inserted, this was big and much more agonising as it stretched and stretched. The pressure of the legs around my head increased and my face was pushed farther into the now soaking wet pussy. I could feel it inside me as the pain resided to a dull throb and my head was raised from its nylon clad prison. I cursed again through the gag but got a swat with the crop on my behind as an answer. The pungent smell of pussy was great as the woman's juices had soaked into the silk scarf surrounding the lower half of my face. Every forced breath brought nothing but increased torment. I was pushed back on to my high heels and could feel the intruder inside me even more. It felt like an egg. "You must be wondering what we just put inside you my dear," one lady said. "Here, let me demonstrate." She held up a remote control and pushed a button which brought the intruder alive and started vibrating. I jumped and mmmmphed at the shock and she turned a dial and the vibrating increased in frequency considerably, making me jerk about and curse into the gag. "A small but powerful remote control vibrator now inhabits your body. It has various settings depending on how we choose to torment you and it can also give a nasty shock if you try escaping or are disobedient so beware. We are now going to remove your gag. If you make any noise then this..." twisting the dial briefly to maximum and making the intruder leap into life, "will happen. Do you understand?" I nodded yes not wanting a repeat. With that she picked at the knot at the back of my neck and removed the scarf covering my lower face. For the first time in what seemed like days I breathed fresh air through my nose. She unpicked the second knot and removed the cleave gag from my parched and dry lips. Her fingers probed deeply into my mouth and with some difficulty removed the two pairs of soiled panties, which she discarded on the floor. I worked the stiffness from my jaw but had no time to enjoy this new found freedom as a ring in the middle of a leather strap was displayed in front of me. "Open wide my dear" she said and forced the ring into my mouth. I gacked loudly as my jaws were again forced apart. The straps went around the back of my head and were fastened tightly. My face was again thrust into the woman on the sofas pussy and she commanded me to lick. I didn't at first so my backside started receiving the crop very hard and very painfully. Slowly my tongue passed through the ring and in to her pussy and started licking away. I could hear moaning as I licked and she put both hands on my head and buried my face deeper. "Harder" she cried "harder or you will taste the crop" so I doubled my efforts. Not only did I have to lick like mad but I was also struggling to breathe as she stifled me with her sex. Fortunately I didn't have to wait very long as she shuddered to a climax quickly. "That was adequate my dear. You need practice and we shall oblige." With that she got up off the sofa and the other woman sat down. "My turn now dear" she said, grabbed my head, spread her nylon covered legs and off we went again. Whilst my head was buried in her crotch and my tongue was busy the vibrator inside me started to vibrate and the crop was being used expertly on my buttocks, backs of legs and inner thighs. I was painfully erect at this time but there would be no satisfaction for me, my manhood remained trapped in its satin prison. Each jerking of my helplessly punished body brought fresh groans from me and moans from the woman who was obviously enjoying it. When she finally climaxed my head was dragged back and I panted desperately for air, drool and pussy juices ran down my throat and I gagged whilst I swallowed. "Good work. A slight improvement. Now let's get you ready for work." The discarded soiled panties were gathered up and used to wipe the juices from my face and from both of the women's vaginas before being stuffed through the ring holding my mouth open and into my mouth. I mumbled loudly but these noises were soon cut off as the soggy mass of silk was pushed deeper in. The ring gag was then removed and the knotted head scarf was again used to hold the packing in. They refrained from using the other scarf over my lower face which, oddly as it seems considering the circumstances, was a blessing. I was dragged to my feet and had the cuffs securing my ankles replaced with ones with a longer hobble chain again and was led by the leash back into the kitchen and over to the laundry pile. After another warning about trying to escape my hand were cuffed in front of me but the thumb cuffs were mercifully left off. My elbows were also secured but the length of the chain between the cuffs ensured I could use my hands. "Now my dear, you will sort out the dirty laundry into individual piles. Silk stockings, nylon stockings, lace stockings, satin girdles and corsets all put together. If you get it wrong then you will be severely punished. Now get to it" and swatted my backside with the crop. A further two strikes of the crop were needed before I was convinced to obey their commands and the humiliation I felt was unbelievable as I started sorting the soiled underwear in to the correct piles as instructed. The crop was used occasionally to encourage me to work faster and the vibrator was used to increase the humiliation, buzzing away deep inside me. Despite the soiled panties stuffed in my mouth and the knotted headscarf used to keep those in drool began to seep from the corners of my mouth and dribble down my chin, before dripping onto the dirty pile of washing I was sorting. Each drip earned me a swat from the whip which caused me to grunt into the gag, which caused more drool to flow. A never ending circle had started and my buttocks were now screaming for mercy. But of course, none was given. When I finally finished the sorting out the dirty washing pile one of the ladies imprisoned my thumbs with the thumb cuffs again and started leading me out of the kitchen by the leash. "Good job my dear, you obviously enjoyed the feel of our dirty under garments but time is getting on. We must secure you for the night as we have guests coming over for dinner. We can't have them discovering our new acquisition, at least not yet." I was led back through the hall and up a flight of wooden stairs. The hobble chain between my ankles was just long enough so I could take them one step at a time. The heels clicked loudly on the wood and the nylons on my legs swished even louder as I struggled to climb the steps but a helping hand slapped on my rear was all the encouragement I needed. On the landing I was led through a door that had to be unlocked and into the pinkest room I have ever seen. There was pink everywhere, floors, walls, ceilings. There was no escaping the pinkness. All the furniture was pink and fluffy and the bed was a four poster and all the bedding was pink and shiny. "This is your room my dear" I was told and mmmphed angrily into the gag as a response. "we have all day tomorrow to show you around but in the mean time this" gesturing toward a large solid wooden trunk "will be your bed for the night." The trunk was unlocked and the lid was opened and I saw the inside was padded thickly. Filling the bottom was a large quantity of silky garments, stockings, girdles, petticoats, scarves, you name it, and it was in there. I was grabbed by both women by the arms and lifted with surprising ease so I was standing in the trunk. I was manoeuvred down onto my knees and one of the women reached into the trunk and pulled out a stocking, rolled it in her hands and yanked it down over my head and tugged until it was down under my chin and around my neck. My vision immediately blurred and the increase in pressure around my head was very uncomfortable. A scarf was tied from the bridge of my nose to under my chin and knotted off incredibly tightly, making breathing again very strained. Both women wandered off as I tried to adjust to this new torment and returned with armfuls of more silky garments. These were deposited into the trunk and I was pushed down into it and held there very firmly. More silky garments were piled on top of me. "a warning my dear, you will be locked in here for the next twelve hours or so. Whatever you do, do not soil yourself or the punishment will be most severe. Oh, and this should keep you amused" and I felt the vibrator hum into life. The lid was closed as I screamed and pleaded into the gag but the packing in my mouth did its job very well. I felt the silky packing compress around me as the lid was closed and they held me quite still as I struggled to get free. I heard a very audible click as it was locked and the receding sound of their high heels clicking on the floor as they left my prison, talking and giggling as they went. I was left in utter silence and darkness in the trunk, my strained breathing and mumbling the only noise I could hear. I mmmphed and struggled until I was out of breath but could barely move a muscle. I could taste the vile panties held firmly in my mouth and feel the pressure of the stocking pulled over my head. My hands were uselessly trapped in my stomach as I was folded over and my knees and back were starting to ache but I couldn't move to relieve the strain. I could feel the silkiness of the trunks contents surrounding and pressing me and the buzzing of the vibrator inside me was driving me insane. The suspenders were digging painfully into my thigh and the stockings had been pulled extra taught, the high heel torment was almost unbearable. But I had to endure, I had no choice. The two women had made absolute sure of that. It was starting to get very hot and stuffy in the trunk so I stopped my useless efforts to escape and concentrate on breathing through the soiled panty and double scarf gag and through all the silky layers used to pack me securely in the trunk. I had twelve hours to go and I was already at my wits end after a few minutes. I needed to save my strength and wait for the right moment to get free but considering my current situation and the ease at which I was caught, opportunities will be few and far between. But the buzzing in my back passage, the tightness of the girdle and the cuffs, the nylon torment of the stockings on my legs, the arch of my feet in the heels, and the position I was forced into, topped off with the foul tasting packing in my mouth soon had me struggling, mmmphing, straining and sweating again until I was out of breath. Again I stopped. Nothing had changed. I was still a chained up prisoner dressed in women's underwear, stockings and high heels, still gagged with soiled panties, still had a stocking stretched over my head and was locked in the trunk in a girly pink room by two deceptively cunning old ladies awaiting whatever fate they had arranged. And to top things off really I needed to pee........