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Part 1.
The affair had pretty much snuck up on us. Charlotte and I had started
chatting in the elevator one morning. As we arrived at work at about the
same time every day we saw each other quite often. One day we'd met on
the way down for lunch and had agreed to go to lunch together. A few
months' later things had progressed to the point where I phoned my wife,
Lynne, telling her I had to work late and we'd gone out together. She had
no idea I was married. I was thrilled that after seven years of marriage
a woman found me attractive. I'd never intended for it to develop into a
full blown affair but it had.
Charlotte was very open minded and the sex we had was always different
and usually an eye opener for me. About a year after the affair started I
got the feeling that Charlotte was maybe losing interest in me. She
seemed distracted and at times, angry. She cancelled a few dates. I
resigned myself to one day being told that she had found someone else.
Instead though I was surprised that, after about two weeks, she contacted
me again, apologised and invited me round to het place.
I went their and after a meal she told me that she wanted to try
something new that she'd read about and wanted to try out. She promised
me that I'd enjoy it. She told me to go into her bedroom and to put on
what was on the bed. I did as told and found myself standing at the foot
of her bed looking at a pair of panties lying on the bed. They were pink
and frilly, lots of ribbon and lace. As they were the only item of
clothing on the bed I figured that these must be what she had been
referring to. As I held the feminine item of clothing I looked at the
door once or twice wondering if I should ask if these were what she
wanted me to wear. Eventually though I undressed and put them on. They
were a good fit and I have to admit that I did feel butterflies of
excitement as I stood there wearing only the frilly material.
She came in and we had sex, led by her, that was, as she had promised,
fantastic. A few nights later we met at a restaurant. While there
Charlotte gave me that smile that I knew meant she was thinking of kinky
things, and handed me a small bag, telling me to go to the toilet and put
them on. Of course I had a good idea what was in the bag but my cock
sprang to attention as I remembered how fantastic the sex had been last
time she'd had me wearing panties. The panties I put on at the restaurant
were white satin, high waisted and had lace around the leg openings and
across the back. Back at the table she took my underpants from me and
went to the ladies room, returning empty handed. She smiled as she teased
me about the panties throughout the meal. Back at her flat she sent me to
her bedroom with instructions to strip down to the panties and lay on the
bed, waiting for her stroking myself but not cumming. Without a second
thought I did just that. After about five minutes I was starting to feel
a little silly when she came in wearing a terribly sexy outfit and
proceeded to take charge and give me yet another fantastic night of sex.
We met a few times after that and then one night she told me that she'd
made a booking at a restaurant but she wanted to have some fun during the
meal. She told me to go into her room, close the door behind me so that
she couldn't peep and to go through her underwear drawer and put on a
pair of her panties. She explained that the sexier they were the kinkier
the sex would be. She also hinted that if I wore one of her camisole tops
under my t-shirt that she'd give me a special bonus. I went into her room
and with a huge hard on I went through her panties before finally
choosing a frilly pair of pink panties and putting them on. Occasionally
I'd hear a thump from some other part of the house and I'd look towards
the door.
I wasn't going to wear a camisole but curiosity as to what the bonus was
made me look at them in the drawer and finally I found a camisole that
was made from sheer fabric and that I thought wouldn't be visible under
my t-shirt. I tried it on, it fit, a little tightly but not uncomfortable
so. I put my t-shirt on over it and turned all sorts of ways to try see
in the mirror if it was visible. I felt that it was visible from some
angles but figured that people would think it was a vest. We went for a
meal but sadly Charlotte started feeling ill and we had to leave halfway
through the meal. Back at her place while she was on the toilet I changed
out of her clothes and back into my underwear. I put her to bed and left.
Every few months I'd tell Lynne that I had to travel and stay over night
a few nights. About a week after the aborted meal I told Lynne I had to
go to a customer for four days. Charlotte and I were going to spend a
night at her place before driving out to the countryside to a cabin that
her father owned.
I rang the bell at her house. She opened the door in one of her sexy
outfits and before I had managed to close the door behind me she told me
to put on what was in the bedroom as she was going to make up for the
other night. I grinned as I went to her bedroom. A few minutes later I
was standing in her room dressed in a frilly maid's uniform complete with
suspender belt and stockings, and little maids cap. Charlotte came in and
grinned at me. As she reached between my legs and started fondling me
with one hand, all the while murmuring about how much I must like being
her maid, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She handcuffed me, hands behind my back, and then made me kneel in front
of her and rub my face in her crotch. Then she blindfolded me so as to
not spoil the surprise she had. I heard her moving around and felt my
ankles being cuffed and then a tug as the ankle and wrist cuffs were
presumably connected in some way. She whispered in my ear that she'd be
back in a few minutes with a surprise that was going to blow my mind. She
fondled me a bit before leaving me with the maids panties halfway down my
thighs and the front of the dress hitched up behind my raging erection.
Again I heard her moving around and then leaving the room.
I have no idea how long I waited but finally I heard footsteps
approaching. The blindfold was removed and I found myself looking up at
Charlotte dressed in jeans, t-shirt and boots. While she looked sexy in
the outfit I was disappointed and confused because she'd taken off the
revealing and sexy outfit that she had been wearing a few minutes
earlier. She undid the connection between the wrist and ankle cuffs and
helped me to my feet. I started to ask her what was going on when she
suddenly bitch slapped me. Not a gentle slap, but a full force slap that
left my head ringing a little and my cheek burning painfully.
'Shut up you bastard.'
She pulled me along and I walked as best I could considering how the
chain between my ankle cuffs was a foot long at the most. As we entered
the lounge my heart stopped. There was Lynne. A huge grin on her face and
a video camera in one hand. She waved at me with her free hand.
'Hello love. Surprised?'
Charlotte pinched my nose shut and when I opened my mouth to take a
breath she roughly shoved a red ball gag between my teeth before tying
the straps tightly behind my head. She pushed me forward causing me to
stumble and fall. Once on the ground she helped me into a sitting
position with my back resting against the sofa.
They explained how Lynne had discovered my affair and had initially just
thought of divorcing me. But then she realised that Charlotte new nothing
of my being married and so she'd met up with her and explained the
situation. They both then felt that as I'd embarrassed and humiliated
them they should let me see how it felt. As I couldn't talk I tried
grunting to get them to remove the gag but they just laughed.
Lynne turned on the TV and I was shocked to see a few minutes of video of
me putting on panties, going through Lynne's drawers and putting on
panties before putting my trousers back on. The footage looked like it
was shot from hidden cameras (which it was) and that added to the
authenticity of them. In all the footage there was just me. Sometimes I
looked at the door which, while it had been innocent on the day, in the
video looked furtive as if I was watching to see I wasn't caught. The
footage of me lying on the bed, wearing frilly panties and stroking my
dick was of course very embarrassing.
The women laughed at my discomfort and pointed out that the video was
already in digital format and they had a list of email addresses of all
my work colleagues and friends who could be sent the video. As they
pointed out, no one would believe me that I was doing it at the
encouragement of a woman. I had to admit that they were right. The video
was humiliating and could not be laughed off easily. Maybe if it had just
been one occasion but the video clearly showed three different times that
I'd done it.
They gave me a choice, do as they say or they would release the video and
would use it as part of the divorce proceedings. I nodded my head to show
that I would do as they wanted in exchange for getting the videos back.
They explained that once they felt I had learnt my lesson they would give
me the video back. Any disobedience on my part would lead to the video
being released.
Once I'd agreed Lynne pulled me into the middle of the room and made me
rest over the low coffee table where they tied my ankles and wrists to
the table legs. They took turns explaining how I was a bastard and
selfish thinking only of myself and they would change that attitude. I
watched as they went behind me. Lynne slapped my ass. It stung. She and
Charlotte quietly spoke together and Charlotte left the room. She
returned with a pair of slippers, a belt and a ruler. I tried to ask them
not to but all that came out were grunts.
'We know, and that's good. It's good that you're sorry and that you think
that you should be punished. That is what you're trying to say isn't it
little man?' Charlotte taunted as she swung her hand back and hit me hard
with one of the slippers. Fuck it hurt!
The next minutes were agony. Both women took turns slapping my ass with
the slippers, belt and ruler. They took their anger out on me in a
vicious way that left me crying like a little girl, grunting through the
gag begging them to stop, screaming through the gag in pain. Finally they
both stopped and stood in front of me. I looked at them and noticed that
they both had sheen of sweat on their faces. Both had satisfied grins. My
ass was my entire world as all my brain could do was to relay the
throbbing pain that made it feel like my ass had swollen to five times
its normal size. They left the room leaving me to concentrate on my world
of pain.
Lynne returned and photographed and videoed me as I sagged on the table
wearing a frilly maids dress, panties around my knees, face wet from
tears and sweat, spit drooling round the edges of the gag and running off
my chin, and my bruised and throbbing ass. Without a word she left the
room.
I have no idea how long they left me there, the table dug into me and my
ass pounded and throbbed in pain. My jaw started aching from the ball gag
stuffed into it.
It was Lynne that released me. She loosened my wrists and told me to free
my ankles. I did and stood slowly as the stiffness of being tied in one
position for so long made itself felt as I moved into a standing
position.
'Charlottes car is in the drive, get out there.' she ordered.
I bent down to pull up the panties from around my ankles. There was a
sharp crack and a world of pain exploded in my ass as Lynne slapped me
hard.
'Do as I say bitch. Did I tell you to pull up your panties or did I say
get to the car? No ... don't answer that, it's what people call a
rhetorical question. I told you to go to the car. From now on you do
exactly as we tell you, don't try thinking, don't try doing anything that
you're not told to do. Now, come on bitch, we don't have all night,
shuffle along.'
I shuffled awkwardly and with so much embarrassment along, the panties
round my ankles acting as a hobble chain. I hesitated at the door,
nervous to go out dressed as I was, and I truly believed that Lynne would
stop me before I opened the door.
My hesitation was rewarded by not one, but three explosions of sound and
pain as Lynne swiped at my swolled, tender ass with a slipper that she
must have picked up as we left the lounge.
With the pain I had an explosion of anger and I swung around 'Don't
fucking do that! It really fucking hurts you bitch.' Lynne, who had taken
a step back when I swung round, looked at me and smiled.
'Ooooh, you're all man! So strong, so assertive. I'd really be scared if
it wasn't for the fact that as a 'man'', she raised her fingers to make
imaginary quotation marks, 'you're standing in front of me in a maids
dress, you have a pair of panties around your ankles. Panties you
pathetic asswipe, frilly fucking women's panties. We have videos of you
sneaking panties out of a drawer and putting them on, fucking hell, we
even have videos of you stroking your pathetic little weenie while
wearing panties. So don't you fucking dare to speak to me like that you
panty boy. Do you fucking understand me?'
I had never seen Lynne so angry and as she ranted at me her words were
like sharp pins stabbing at me. My anger dissipated to be replaced by
shame. The look in Lynne's eyes showed just how pathetic she thought I
was. The realisation of what I'd done hit me like a solid blow and I
almost threw up.
'Now panty boy, ask me to spank you for speaking to me that way. And
after each spank you will tell me how sorry you are to have spoken to me
like that and tell me how pathetic you are. ... or would you like me to
start sending that video footage out?'
'Please punish me for speaking to you in that terrible way.' I asked
after a few seconds.
'Turn round, face the wall, hands up against the wall, above your head.'
I stood as instructed, Lynne stood to one side of me and with an evil
grin on her face raised the slipper up and behind her shoulder before
bringing it arcing down onto my already tender ass. The crack was sharp
and swift, the explosion of pain from my ass caused my knees to buckle, a
cry of pain escaped me and sweat escaped from every pore on my body.
Lynne looked at me with a look of happiness and of expectation.
'Thank you for punishing me. I am a pathetic panty boy and should never
have spoken to you like that.'
'mmmmm' her hand raised back behind her shoulder and I closed my eyes
tightly unable to watch the impending blow '... not good enough panty
slut.' she said as the pitch black behind my tightly closed eyes lit up
with fireworks of pain as the slipper again made contact with my ass.
'I am so sorry I spoke to you like that. I am a pathetic panty wearing
male and had no right to speak to you like that.'
By now I had a trickle of snot running down my sweaty face, sweat was
running down my body and my ass, I was convinced, was a tender mass of
raw flesh.
My eyes were tightly closed as I spoke. Silence greeted my apology and I
waited for some response but got none. I opened my eyes slowly to see
Lynne looking at me with a satisfied grin on her face. As I started to
relax she looked past me and nodded. My world exploded in pain again as I
was swiped across the buttocks three times in quick succession before my
knees buckled and I fell to the floor, retching from the pain that
engulfed my body.
Charlotte moved to stand next to Lynne and they both looked down at me as
I lay in the foetal position at their feet.
'Don't you ever talk to any woman like that again, you hear me fucknut?'
Charlotte asked.
I nodded my head weekly.
'Good. Now get up and go out to the car.'
I pulled myself up and slowly shuffled out the house and to the car. In a
way the pain was good because it took my mind off the fact that I was
walking outside, dressed in a maids dress with a pair of panties round my
ankles. It was dark outside and there was little chance of being seen
from the street, but it was still a chance I was nervous to take. I
stopped at Charlotte's car. She opened the back door and the interior
light went on. Now I was nervous, the car could be seen from the street
and the light would attract attention.
'Get in'
I obeyed. A plank of wood had been placed across the seat closest to me.
In the centre of the wood was a butt plug and round it were pieces of
uncooked macaroni that had been glued to the wood.
'As you can see, your comfort has been occupying our thoughts for a few
days now pantyboy. Get in and make yourself comfortable.'
By now I was broken. I got in and as I did the opposite door opened to
reveal Lynne holding a video camera filming me.
I lowered myself onto the butt plug. It felt slightly painful and as it
went in I was filled with the desire to use the toilet. Finally I had it
embedded in me and my ass was resting on the wood. It was now that I
realised just how uncomfortable this journey was going to be. The
macaroni was hard and dug into my tender ass flesh. I couldn't help it, I
started crying.
'Aren't we considerate bitch? The plug will make sure you don't slide
around on the wood and the macaroni will make sure you stay awake and so
don't miss any part of the journey. Aren't you going to thank us?' Lynne
taunted.
'Thank you mistresses for thinking of me so much.'
'ooops, I almost forgot, you need a foot rest you poor thing.' and with
that she made me lift my feet and she put a large suitcase in the
footwell. She smiled at me as my discomfort increased, because now with
my feet resting on the suitcase they were almost in line with the piece
of wood which meant that my full body weight was resting on my battered
ass.
'Now seeing as how you like panties so much, we're going to let you feel
your panties for the entire journey.'
She instructed me to put my arms forward and to hold the panties that
were still draped around my ankles. Taking a pair of handcuffs she locked
one wrist and then fed the remaining cuff through the leg holes of the
panties before cuffing my remaining wrist, resulting in me having to keep
my hands wherever they chose to put the panties.
Finally I followed Charlotte's instructions to look at her. 'You don't
need to hear our discussions as we drive, after all, we might be talking
about you sweetie and we'd hate you to get all shy and embarrassed. I
must also warn you that if you make one noise during the journey we will
stop the car and put that gag back in. Bark once if you understand.'
I couldn't believe the depths of humiliation that I was sinking to and my
face burnt a dark red of shame as they laughed at my soft 'woof'.
Thankfully their laughter was shut out as Charlotte stuck an ear plug
firmly, verging on painfully, in each ear.
A while later they climbed in the car, Lynne in the drivers' seat and we
reversed out the drive and started our journey. The journey was pure
torture. Every bump on the road was transmitted as a jolt of pain into my
ass thanks to my cushion of hard, uncooked macaroni on which my tender
ass rested. The plug in my ass was uncomfortable and pulled on my ass as
we turned corners. Lynne seemed to delight in taking corners as tightly
as she could so that my ass dragged against the noodles on which it
rested and the plug that was buried in my asshole. Sitting on my tender
flesh was hell in itself and it didn't matter how much I shifted round,
all that happened was I started a fresh set of pain. Every now and then
the women would look at me and say something which I couldn't hear. I
really felt like I needed to shit badly. The fear of having the gag put
back stopped me from making any noise or saying anything.
I know I dozed off at least twice because twice I awoke to the sharp
sting of Charlotte's palm against my cheek as she turned around in her
seat and slapped me awake.
They were determined that I was to be aware of my suffering for as long
as possible.
By the time we pulled up at the cabin, at the end of a long and extremely
bumpy track I felt that I was on the edge of madness. The pain in my ass
dominated my entire world. I was sweating profusely, sweat had run into
my eyes and they were stinging, if I managed to ignore the pain from my
ass then it was just replaced with the discomfort of sitting as I had
been for so long.
Lynne switched off the engine and turned to me as Charlotte got out the
car. She removed the ear plugs.
'I'm going to release your handcuffs. Take those silly panties that you
like so much off but we don't want you losing them, so put your head
through one leg hole and wear them like a medal, like they're something
you've won and you're proud of them. Bring all the suitcases and boxes
into the house. You have fifteen minutes starting ... now.' she pressed a
button on her watch before undoing the handcuffs. She got out the car and
went into the cabin.
I shook my arms about to get some feeling and then started to ease myself
off the plug and macaroni board. I felt a sharp tearing feeling as I
started lifting off the plug but that was made bearable by the relief of
getting my weight off the macaroni pieces. I have no idea how long it
took me to get off the board and out the car, all I remember was that it
was a great relief and felt like heaven to no longer have something
stuffed up my ass and to no longer have those sharp objects digging into
my tender bruised flesh. I opened the door and the cool fresh air hit my
body and enveloped it in a comforting embrace.
My muscles were stiff from sitting as I was and I did some stretches to
get circulation going again. I took the panties from around my ankles and
draped them over my neck as instructed, I wanted to put them so that they
were hanging down inside the maids dress I was wearing but I remembered
how Lynne had said I was to act as if I was proud of them, so I left them
hanging fully visible. It did cross my mind how pathetic that thought
was, after all, here I was standing in a frilly maids uniform and I was
worried about whether I should have panties hanging from my neck so that
they were visible or not.
I carried all the suitcases into the cabin, it took three journeys to
take in four suitcases and two boxes. Charlotte told me where to put each
suitcase and the boxes. After putting the last box in the instructed
location the women called me over.
'You tricked the two of us for your own selfish ends without thinking
about the impact on us. You are a pig, so unless otherwise instructed,
while we are here you will crawl everywhere. You have only two things you
can say, oink oink for yes, and oink oink, oink oink, oink oink for
please may I speak, we will then decide if we want to allow you to speak
or not. Do you understand me?'
'oink oink' I replied quietly.
Lynne slapped me. 'Are you really so fucking stupid? How many pigs have
you seen standing on their hind legs? Get into piggy position now!'
I quickly got down onto all fours. Lynne reached for the panties hanging
from my neck and used them as a leash to pull me into one of the rooms of
the cabin. There were sheets draped from ropes that acted as screens to
prevent most of the room being seen. The only part of the room visible as
you entered was a small square area to the right of the door as you
entered which contained a large dogs cage and two dogs bowls.
'Right panty pig, stay still. Charlotte is going to rub some antiseptic
cream on your ass. We may not like you much right now, but we also don't
want to have to spoil our fun by having you get ill on us. While
Charlotte is looking after your sorry ass I'll go get you something to
eat.'
I flinched as some cold cream was placed on my bum. Charlotte was
amazingly tender as she rubbed the soothing cream onto my bruised ass.
She spoke in a gentle, almost kind voice. 'I don't think you should wear
any trousers or panties for a while, let this get as much fresh air as
possible. However, as we all know how much you like panties, we will find
a way for you to have a pair of panties on you until your little bottie
is better.'
With my ass covered in cream I was instructed to crawl into the cage,
there was a thin foam mattress covering the bottom of the cage. Charlotte
closed the door and padlocked it shut. She'd just removed the key when
Lynne returned with a saucepan of steaming food, a water bottle, and a
bag hanging off her one arm. She poured the food into one of the bowls
and slipped it through a small opening in the cage.
'Remember you're a piggy piggy' she taunted. Then she went over to
Charlotte and the two of them turned away from me and stood right next to
each other. I heard the rustling of the plastic bag ands they spoke
softly and then started laughing. I heard Charlotte say that it was a
fantastic idea and yes, let's do it.
They turned to me with huge grins on their faces. Lynne had the bag
behind her back.
'Have you ever seen hamster cages, and how people hang little water
bottles on the side of the cages?' Charlotte asked.
'oink oink'
'And then have you seen how the hamsters drink from the little pole
extending from the bottle of the bottle?'
'oink oink'
'Well, Lynne saw that and had a brilliant idea. We were going to make you
drink from a dogs bowl, that one over there in fact.' she pointed to the
remaining bowl outside of my cage, 'but then she felt it might be too
messy. So she got you a panty boy version of a hamster cage bottle. I
can't wait to see how you like it.' she laughed almost hysterically as
Lynne reached into the bag and pulled out a water bottle, but as she
slowly revealed the entire bottle I saw that the entire unit was in a U
shape, one half of the U being a plastic water bottle which was joined at
the base of the U to the shape of an erect mans penis which made up the
remaining arm of the U. They fed the penis through the bars of the cage
and strapped the bottle to the side of the cage. I now had a mans penis
at face level.
'Go on, drink some water. Please, piggy, pretty please piggy.' Charlotte
taunted. As I moved toward the penis Lynne pulled a camera from the bag
and started photographing me. I put my mouth over the tip of the penis
and started sucking. I sucked as hard as I could but nothing happened.
The women laughed.
'No piggy, you need to put more of it into your mouth, you need the
entire head in your mouth and when your lips are touching that red dot
then a sensor will allow the water to flow.'
I took the head into my mouth and sucked to be rewarded with a small
amount of water, but when I sucked again nothing happened.
By now the women were in hysterics they were laughing so much. Finally
Lynne managed to explain.
'Aren't computers wonderful? You see every time your lips hit the red dot
there's a tiny little computer that allows some water out, but then for
the next sip you need to take your lips off the dot and then back onto
the dot. You know, bob up and down on it like your giving it a BJ. Now,
the water level in your bottle is just under the 475ml mark, there's a
mark every 5 ml, we want to see the water down to the 350ml mark before
we leave. Please understand piggy that obviously we have no desire to see
you humiliate yourself, we just want to make sure you don't dehydrate.'
she finished with mock concern.
And so I drank the water much to the delight of the women who filmed my
humiliation as they taunted me.
I plan to continue this story. Feel free to let me know what you think,
and any ideas you'd like incorporated. My email is
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Gigi
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