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He sleeps in fits and starts, fighting off the occasional leg cramp from the position his feet are in. He's startled awake by the bright light and the blaring of the alarm clock that reads 5:00 a.m. The bed slowly releases its grip on his feet and waist. He pulls himself up out of the waist cincher and throws his legs over the side of the bed. He hits the alarm clock and stumbles bleary eyed to the toilet. Standing in front of the toilet he almost forgets what's been done to him. He turns to sit and releases his full bladder. He finds he has to lean forward to avoid the flow from running up his crack. Shaking his head in dismay as he wipes. He rises and walks over to his make-up table, strangely unsteady in his bare feet. He sits and brings out the pda. Turning it on, he checks the days message. It reads "Uniform #4, The door is set to automatically open at 7:30 a.m. Be ready and waiting as it will only open momentarily. Get coffee ready, make yourself breakfast, and then begin dusting. He goes to the closet and grabs the garment bag labeled #4. He lays it out on the bed before heading to the shower. On the outside there's the laminated template for how his makeup is to be done. Inside there's a light pink French maids outfit with a voluminous white petticoat, both ridiculously short. There's a large black plug with a note saying "Don't forget your harness!" There are pink back seam stockings and a pair of 7 inch pink pumps with about 1/2 inch of platform and the now familiar padlocking ankle straps. There's a pair of pink wrist cuffs made of thin leather and trimmed with white lace, also padlocking. There's a pink brocade corset and a high pink leather posture collar also trimmed in white lace and padlocking. Turning the collar in his hands he can see the words "SISSY WHORE" in white, separated by the D ring at the front. All topped off by a short bob cut, neon pink wig. Shaking his head he mutters to himself, "I've got to get the fuck out of here." Heading to the shower, his calves feel unusually tight. He looks at the bidet with apprehension. Taking a deep breath he sits himself onto the plug in the center of the bidet. Bracing himself as it clicks to life and starts to fill the plug with air, then his bowels with warm soapy water. Again it runs through the entire sequence twice before mercifully releasing him. He showers quickly, then towels off and heads to the makeup table. Grabbing the template, he takes out the appropriate colors and does his face. It's all different shades of shimmering pinks, all applied thick and whorish. It's topped off by a pair of long false eyelashes, again bright pink but fading to black at the tips. Finished with the makeup he slips the wig on and adjusts it in the mirror. Putting the makeup away he glances over at the padlocks on the table, then around the room, trying not to look too obvious. Opening one of the drawers to replace a tube of lipstick he runs his finger along the liner at the bottom. The key is still there, and it gives him hope. Closing the drawer he thinks to himself, "In time." He gets dressed starting with the plug which slips in with a grunt. Then the plug harness. He continues with the rest, making sure the corset is within an inch of being closed, which didn't seem quite as hard to do as before. Saving the shoes for last he slips them onto his feet, and then grabbing the open locks off the dresser he closes each on his ankles, harness, corset, collar and finally his wrists. Each click seems to be louder than the next. Checking the clock he see's it's 20 after 7 so he rests there a moment, almost in a daze, steeling himself for what the day might bring. He stands to check himself and is surprised how he's not straining to stand straight in the heels. Although far from comfortable, they seem easier to bear. He looks down at them but nothing seems different about them, except the fact that they're higher than anything he could wear before. Turning around he checks and straightens his apron, then brushes a few stray pieces of lint away. Checking the clock he makes his way to the door and waits. A moment later he hears the door click, and then it opens inward. Stepping through into the hallway he looks back and moments later the door closes and locks again. Looking at the door to the guest house, he wonders if she is there. Making his way down the short hallway, his heels click on the tile floor. He walks through the kitchen and peeks into the den, he see's no one and the house seems exceptionally quiet. Back to the kitchen he starts the coffee, and then fixes himself a bowl of cereal. As he does he realizes he hasn't eaten in about 24 hours. Nothing solid anyway. He sits and is reminded of the plug as it presses in deeper. Shifting to one side, he eats and tries to assemble his thoughts. He knows he has to get out of here, but he doesn't know enough about this place yet. He knows his best bet is going to be once he gets home. He shakes his head realizing that he thought of her house as home. He realizes this shit is getting to him and thinks he could lose himself to this. For now, he's got to play along so he can hopefully avoid the worst of it. He finishes the cereal, washes the bowl and spoon, and then heads to the small pantry just off the kitchen. Collecting the duster, dust cloths, furniture polish and such, he walks through the kitchen and into the living room. The house is eerily quiet, which amplifies the click click of his heels and the creaking of the collar and corset. He realizes he hasn't even seen the whole house yet and isn't sure where to start, so he begins here. Dusting the shelves and wiping off the tables, he goes about his work. A short time later he hears a voice behind him. "Ahh, there you are!" He turns to see the man standing at the door to the kitchen, looking him up and down. He turns to face him, folds his hands behind him and stands as straight as he can, eyes cast downward. The man casually approaches him, cup of coffee in hand. "Ahhh, Sissy Whore. Or should I say MY Sissy Whore? The name does fit you. So let's see if you're properly dressed." He sets his coffee on the table and slips a hand up his short skirt and petticoat. He feels his hand brush the top of his stockings, then tug on his plug harness before pinching his ass. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you! Now, back to work." The man grabs his coffee and walks back towards the kitchen. He stood there for a moment trembling partly from fear and partly from anger. He thinks to himself that he has to get the hell out of here. But he has to be careful; he can't afford to be caught. Who knows what the hell they would do then. He returns to dusting trying to keep his mind occupied with the task at hand. The remainder of the day, as well as the next is somewhat uneventful. They had given him enough to do to keep him busy 16 hours a day. They themselves seemed rather busy too, coming and going, sometimes together, sometimes apart. He hadn't been punished for days. It almost seemed as if they had forgotten about him, and he wasn't complaining, although at one point he felt weirdly jealous. On the end of that second full day, he had just settled into bed, corset and leg braces in place, and was waiting for the light to go out when he hears the door open. It's the man, walking over to him with a smug smile on his face. "Ready for bed I see." He just nods in reply. The man continues." You may be feeling neglected these past couple days, but we've been very busy. You also may be wondering why i haven't used you yet. Well you see, I have a somewhat unique sexuality and I've been waiting for a very special piece of equipment. A piece that i was just informed was finished and ready to ship. Here let me show you." He fumbles in his pocket and brings out a folded copy of an email and hands it to him as he lays there on the bed. In the body of the mail is a picture of an unusual head harness. There's some sort of open mouth gag/muzzle that also covers his nose, but with breathing tubes for his nostrils. These tubes run to what appear to be handles on both sides of the gag. There's a collar, and hanging from that are leather cuffs. There's straps that run over and around the head and at the very top there's a tether, at the end of which appears to be a large chrome hook. He is both puzzled a bit and frightened at the same time. The man starts to walk back and forth along the side of the bed as he explains. "You see, one of the things I will enjoy is for you to be bound, helpless, in pain and choking on my cock as I pound it into your face against your will." He says this so matter of factly that it takes a moment for him to register it. "Struggling at your bonds, crying, in pain, begging and pleading as you struggle for air while I pound the back of your throat." He points excitedly at the paper. "The restraints coming off the collar are to bind your elbows behind you. Then there's the handles for me to hold onto, where I can shut the air to the nose tubes off any time I please without taking my hands off them. There's even a dial on one side and a button on the other that controls the shock unit inside the anal hook. That anal hook is a full two inches in diameter and tethered to the top of the harness. That's to keep your head tipped back and your throat open as I violate you. I'm getting excited just thinking about it. Beyond that I'm a bit of a voyeur and love seeing you distressed." He grabs the paper from his hands. "But you'll find out about that soon enough. You see, with money all sorts of devious things are possible." He says as he exits the room. He's left there, head spinning, as the room goes black. He sleeps in fits and starts until the alarm goes off, the room lights up and the cincher and feet braces release. Wiggling out of the cincher he swings his legs off the side of the bed and picks up the P.D.A. Looking at the days schedule he reads "Uniform #7. Your focus today will be the kitchen. Spotless. Start a pot of coffee, make your own breakfast, start a load of laundry then on about your daily chores." He rocks up onto his feet, stands and walks towards the shower area but is stopped after a few steps by tightness in his calves, like a charlie horse, or a pulled muscle. Rising up on his tiptoes seems to help and it's like this that he makes his way over to the shower area. He lowers himself onto the bidet and lets it run through its cycle before showering. Once showered, he steps over to the closet and grabs the garment bag marked number seven. Laying it out on the bed he can see his classic black-and-white French maids' uniform. Beginning with the corset he struggles to draw tight and even when he thinks he's done he looks in the mirror to find a 2 inch gap at the back. He knows that it must be less than 1 inch. Hooking the laces on the edge of the bed he leans back and struggles to close it the last inch. He finally gets it closed far enough and ties it off. He finds himself almost immediately light headed from the constriction and it feels like his ribs are about to snap. He grabs the plug from the bag and see's it looks oddly misshapen. It's stiffer than normal and he can feel raised ridges beneath the surface. He kneels on the bed and slides this home with a grunt, which he finds quite humiliating. Next comes the plug harness to hold it in place. He turns it over in his hands looking at the sealed shock unit and the series of rivets that serve as electrodes. He tries to see a weakness or some way to disable it, but he doesn't dare linger and can see nothing. He slips it between his legs and around his waist, buckling it to the only hole available to make sure it is tight. He continues with the back seam silk stockings connected to the corset with 4 garters each. Full white petticoat and a low cut French maids dress. Looking in the mirror he couldn't get over the fact that he had breasts and wonders how much it's going to cost to undo. There's also a set of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, trimmed in white lace. Then there's the leather posture collar trimmed in white lace also. Slipping it on he reads the words "House Bitch" sewn into it and shakes his head. Finally the shoes. A pair of 6 inch black patent oxfords with no platform. Of course there's a loop at the back that his ankle cuffs thread through, preventing him from removing them once locked in place. He does his make-up, thick and whorish as the sheet included in the garment bag outlines and puts on the platinum blond "bob" style wig. He see's it's almost time for the door to his room to open and with a heavy sigh he grabs the handful of padlocks off the dressing table. Closing them one by one on his ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, collar, the back of his corset and the last one on the plug harness. He hears the click of the automatic door and hurries through it before it closes. He minces down the hallway, limited to short steps by the height of the heels. He starts a pot of coffee then makes himself a bowl of cereal. When finished he collects his cleaning supplies and begins to work on the kitchen, starting with the dishes. As he moves about he gets the sensation of something moving inside the plug, almost as if something was loose inside it, but just a very faint sensation. He's rinsing the dishes and getting ready to load them into the dishwasher when she comes in, still in her robe. She looks over at him with a slight grin and says "Coffee." As she walks over to the table. He grabs a cup from the shelf directly above the pot and pours a cup before turning around and bringing it to the table. As he walks over to her he notices that she is still standing and halfway there she tells him to stop right there and asks him what the hell he was doing. Confused he almost says the obvious; that he was bringing her a cup of coffee. Instead he pauses for a moment and says "I don't know." Shaking her head she says "Apparently you don't" in an aggravated tone. "Put that coffee back on the counter and get your ass over here." He hurries back over to her and she just stands there looking at him for a moment. "For Christ sakes you dumb cunt, pull my chair out." He does so and she sits, and then turns sideways in her chair. "First of all, you should have cream and sugar on the table. Also coffee gets served with both a cup and saucer." She stands again, saying "Come with me girl, I better go over a few things with you." She leads him around the kitchen explaining to him that the dishes need to be washed by hand prior to being placed in the machine. Everything in the cupboards needs to be removed so the shelves can be wiped down, same goes for the refrigerator. The oven is to be properly cleaned. Any exposed wood is to be waxed, any exposed steel is to be polished, and everything will be done perfectly. She then walks back to the chair where she waits for him to pull it out again. He does this and as he does he gets the sensation that the plug is pressing on him harder, as if it's growing. He grabs the cream and sugar and places them on the table, then retrieves her coffee and slips a saucer beneath the cup before bringing it to her. Setting it before her, she immediately asks how she would stir the coffee if she did add sugar. He minces across the kitchen again to retrieve a spoon, and now he's certain the plug is growing. Placing the spoon on her saucer he lingers for a moment. She looks up to him and says, "Yes? Is there something else?" He clears his throat and shifts nervously before asking when they would be returning to her house. She waves him off calling him a "silly girl" and reminding him that it should be none of his concern. He minces back to the sink to do the dishes, a little angry at being dismissed like that, but much more humiliated. As he washes the dishes his thoughts turn to the key he has hidden. That he knows is a major hurdle to getting out of here. The trouble is the invisible fence linked to whatever the hell they've implanted in him. He's wondering if it's wired to the houses power when he's snapped out of it by a hand up his skirt. He hears the mans voice as he feels a tug on his plug harness and it makes his skin crawl. "So how's that plug fitting?" he asks with a laugh. Continuing with the dishes he says that it feels like it's growing, to which the man says it feels that way, because it is. The man seats himself, wishes her a good morning and orders him to bring him coffee. As he does this the man starts to explain about the plug. It works just like a self winding watch. Reduction gears drive a cam which in turn pushes a wedge up the center of the plug, expanding it. It does this slowly depending on how much movement there is, then once it hits the maximum size, it fairly quickly drops off. He casually says that plug will reach almost twice its size before it closes up again, at which point it will slowly start to expand once more. Both of them sitting at the table seem quite amused by this. He goes back to work cleaning the kitchen. As he does he tries to figure out how he's going to get the hell out of this. Between the invisible fence, the properties outer fence and the miles between them, it would be tough if not impossible. He has to get her away from him. She's becoming a little too comfortable here. He also wonders what's become of her accounting business. She has to get back to it eventually. The plug continues its relentless growth as he continues to clean. By the time he starts to sweep the kitchen the man had pulled up a chair and was just watching him, his arms folded in front of him. The plug has grown so large he can barely stand upright. The man starts to taunt him, asking him how he likes that full feeling and whether or not he wants an even bigger one. Just when he doesn't think he can take any more, it begins to shrink, rather quickly. He hears the man comment on how it now starts all over again and laughs. This turns him red with anger. Then he feels a hand slip up the inside of his thigh. "But you like that, don't you?" he hears the man ask. His touch and the sound of his voice turn his stomach. He opens his mouth to answer and the man interrupts him by pinching the inside of his thigh hard, telling him it was a rhetorical question, reminding him that it doesn't matter what he likes. A short time later he's interrupted once again. This time it's the man clipping a leash to his collar. The man gives it a tug saying "C'mon. Let me buy you lunch." He's pulled forward, teetering on the heels. He struggles to keep up, but can't. The man jerks him forward admonishing him for being so slow on his heels. He's pulled down the hallway to the entrance of the guest wing. The man stops and types a pass code into the keypad on the door to the guest wing, as if to unlock it. Instead the wall on the right of the entryway opens inward to "his" room. The man pulls him in and the door closes behind them. Then the man pushes the doors dividing the two rooms open, one his sleep area, the other filled with all kinds of dungeon equipment. Heels click on the tile floor as he's pulled forward, directly to the machine he was strapped into a few days ago. He begins to turn away saying "Please, no. Don't" but the man grabs him by the shoulders and turns him straight again. He struggles a bit and is greeted with a hard slap to the face. He's stunned and literally see's stars. When he regains his composure he see's the mans finger pointing in his face. The man says he can beg and plead all he wants and that he actually likes that. But if struggles he's going to get a lot worse than a slap. He's ordered to his knees, the obscene phallus dangling in front of him. Again his wrists and knees are secured by a kind of pillory lying horizontal to the floor. The man orders him to take it in his mouth then proceeds to plug his harness into the machine. He sees the man open a container mounted above the phallus and watches as he pours what must be at least a quart of viscous white fluid into it. The man then steps back to admire his work then tells him to have fun as he flips the switch. Again the LEDs spring to life in front of him. The one for suction stays still while the one for depth has him steadily taking more and more of its length into his mouth. It hits the back of his throat with still about 4 inches of length left, yet the LED marches on, turning yellow as he's tries to get the phallus past the back of his throat. With final push and fighting the gag reflex it seems to pop past, but the LED continues its march until his face is buried, the balls pressed against his chin. It pauses for a minute still requiring no suction but then the LED has him back off it about 3 inches only to have him bury his face once again. This goes on for the next 5 min. or so, slowly increasing in speed as it also increases in diameter. The LED has him pause with his face buried for a moment, and then he feels it start to pulse. He can feel the warm viscous fluid shooting straight into his stomach but even though he has no control over it his stomach can't seem to keep up. The fluid backs up into his mouth then his nose and suddenly he can't breathe. He struggles to suppress his panic but can't and he backs up off the phallus. The LED dips into the red and he's immediately greeted by a vicious shock all around the plug harness. He cries out in pain spewing the white fluid from his nose and mouth. He's relieved at being able to draw a breath but his relief is short lived as he's delivered another painful shock. He presses forward again until his face is once again buried, and the phallus that had shut off momentarily when he took his mouth off it, begins pumping once more. Again his mouth and nose overflow and again he panics from not being able to breathe, but manages to keep the phallus in his mouth. Instead he grunts and struggles at his bonds as the fluid flows from his nose and mouth. The man brings his head down close to his ear and says "That's a good little bitch, I can tell you like that. Now don't go anywhere." and laughs as he steps out of the room. His face is still buried on the phallus and when he tries to back off, even a little, the led goes to yellow, warning him and keeping it buried in his throat. Twenty minutes later the man returns. A cup of coffee in hand and newspaper under his arm. He sets the coffee down and pulls up a stool directly behind him. Looking in the mirror he can see the man open the paper and begin paging through it as he drinks his coffee. As he does he casually begins speaking to him as he kneels there helpless. "Just look at yourself." The man shakes his head and continues to page through the paper. After a long pause, the man continues. "So you thought it would be fun to dress like a whore and prance around for your lady friend. Well just look where that got you. Held captive, helpless and on your knees, plugged at both ends in a corset and fuck me heels." The man chuckles to himself and says "And you say you're not gay!" The man lifts his petticoat with something unseen. He feels it press against one cheek. The man says, "Well just wait until I'm raping that ass..." He hears an electric spark and a shock runs through him. He winces in pain as his whole body tenses. He starts to gag on the phallus and instinctively backs off it. He's greeted by a different shock from the plug harness as the led goes red. Sputtering, he pushes his face forward. Looking in the mirror he sees's the man hold up what he recognizes as a cattle prod. Again the man laughs and he feels it press on the other cheek. He closes his eyes and braces for it. A second later, the spark, and then the pain. He bucks in his bonds but is careful to keep his face pressed forward. Almost immediately he feels it on the back of his thigh. He hadn't even come close to recovering from the last one when it sparks again, then again on the other thigh. He tries to scream but can't. Tears well up as he feels the prod pressed into the back of his calf. He opens his eyes and looks at the man in the mirror. Tears start to flow as he shakes his head trying to plead with him. Suddenly the mans expression changes. As the man pulls the prod away from his calf he says, "Oh my god, those are real tears, aren't they? You really don't want to be here, do you?" He shakes his head side to side as best he can with his face impaled, tears dragging his mascara down his cheeks. "Damn, that's so fucking hot, if it wasn't for me saving myself for something special, I'd be taking your ass right now." The man says as he presses the prod back into his calf and the pain shoots through him again. Once more on the other calf before the man gets up to leave, telling him he's going to let him cool down a bit, then he'll be right back. He kneels there and stares at his cock filled, tear streaked face and as he does the pain fades to anger. He thinks about how he's going to tear this guy limb from limb if he ever gets the chance to. Moments later the man enters his field of vision again, except he can see in the mirror that he's now naked, and sporting a hard on. The man straddles him and sits on his back; he can see he has a belt in his hands. Looping the belt around the back of the post holding the phallus, then around the back of his head he cinches it tight. He then stands and walks behind him saying, "You just looked so cute there; I think I changed my mind about taking your ass." The phallus and mount now belted to his face, his wrists and knees in stocks, all he could do is watch in horror as the man knelt behind him and lifted his petticoat. He feels the plug harness released and the plug slipped out. He closes his eyes and shakes his head side to side as best he can. He can't believe this is happening to him. The man chuckles as he rests the head of his cock between his cheeks. He feels him press inside him and hears him grunt as he buries his cock in his ass. He rests for a moment then starts pumping him with long, fluid strokes, each time pressing back in to the hilt. It's not painful as the plug has thoroughly loosened him up, but he feels totally violated. Then he feels something even worse. Because his own cock had been pulled between his legs and the head grafted just below his anus, he's now receiving direct stimulus and combined with being denied, can actually feel an orgasm building. He tries to suppress it, to think about baseball, or his grandmother, but it's no use. When he does, it's hard to hide it. His ass not only clenches and loosens with each wave, but because of where the head is, he's actually ejaculating onto the underside of the cock that's violating him.The man stops for a moment. "What's this? Oh you dirty fucking whore! You just came didn't you? And without permission no less. We'll have to do something about that, not to mention punish you for it. You're gonna have a hard time convincing anybody that you don't like this!" The man starts to pound his ass, harder this time saying "Inconsiderate bitch finishes before me!"He feels sick to his stomach and when he feels the man come, his skin crawls. The man pulls off him and exits the room. When he returns he's dressed and speaking on the phone to someone, asking them to come over right away and thanking them. Then the man walks over to him. Bending down he undoes the strap that circles his head, the phallus and the post it's mounted to, then loops it behind the phallus before disconnecting it from the post. Again he straddles him then undoes the stocks holding his wrists. He pulls them behind his back and connects the wrist cuffs before releasing his knees. The man pulls him to his feet and walks him over to a padded table where he has him lay on his stomach. Moments later and his ankle cuffs are clipped together and a rope is run between his ankles and the strap around his head. The rope is pulled tight, forcing him into a hogtie, with his head pulled back and his feet up. Then the man leaves. He's left there in this uncomfortable position for the better part of an hour before he hears someone enter. It's a woman and she's wearing hospital scrubs and a surgical mask. She says hello to him, acknowledging that she doesn't expect him to answer back with that cock stuffed down his throat. She tells him that although he has never met her, she has met him. She had done his breasts and was quite proud of the work. He starts to buck and struggle, fearful of what may come next, but she calms him down explaining that she is here to undo her work between his legs. A needle prick to the arm and the room goes dark for him. He wakes up to the sound of the alarm and feels the foot braces and the night corset release their grip. He's disorientated and it takes him a moment to remember where he was. When he does it hits him like a load of bricks. He's in the mirrored room, his room. Then he remembers the doctor, and going under. He pulls himself up to the head of the bed and tosses the covers off, looks down and thinks well, at least it's still there. His balls are back outside of his body again, but his cock is now encased in a steel tube peppered with vent holes, the head covered save a slit in the front. Looking closer he cringes when he see's he's been pierced to attach it. 3 on the underside where the tube is open and one clean through the head. He sees the blinking message light from the pda on the nightstand and picks it up to check. Just like any other day. It has the uniform number he is to wear what he should prepare for breakfast and where he is to begin cleaning. He goes through his morning ritual. A seating himself on the auto bidet, then showering and then to the closet to grab his uniform. Laying the uniform out on the bed he can see today's theme is pink again. There's pink leather corset with eight garters, pink fishnet stockings, ruffled pink underwear, snow white petticoat and the pink uniform and apron. There is also a set of pink leather wrist and ankle cuffs trimmed in white lace, as well as a collar with the words "sissy whore" embroidered across the front. There's also a pair of pink patent oxfords with 6 inch heels and no platform. There's also the make up instructions. What color lipstick, eye shadow, nail color, even the cotton candy colored wig and eyelashes. Strangely absent is the plug he's usually required to wear. Probably due to the stitches he can feel just below his asshole. Once finished with his make up and getting dressed he checks himself in the mirror. Satisfied, he picks up the open padlocks from the night stand. Closing one on each wrist and ankle cuff, then one on the collar, he see's there are 2 left over. It dawns on him that between the operation and the fact that there is no plug harness, there's nothing to shock him. Eyeing the make up case he walks to it and reapplies his lipstick while at the same time he retrieves the key he had secreted there. Then while checking his laces he slips the key into the tongue of his shoe. Looking at the time, he heads towards the door and waits for it to open. Moments later he hears it click and watches it slowly swing open. As he steps out into the hallway he looks the door up and down. There's no latch, handle deadbolt or anything visible. His heels click down the hallway towards the kitchen as the door closes behind him. There were no directions for breakfast so he just starts a pot of coffee and begins his cleaning routine. An hour later and he still hasn't seen anybody and begins to think he's here alone. He starts to think about how the hell he's going to get out of here. Thinking about the ride in he knows he isn't going anywhere without a car. Even if he could get to the garage and there was a car there, he would still need keys. He decides it's best to escape once he's back at her place. A short while later he hears both of them at the front door and short while later he's called back into the living room. They're both sitting on the couch and he presents himself. He notices she's wearing a nicely cut business suit with back seam stockings and a pair of expensive Christian louboutain 5 inch heels with the red sole. She stands and steps around behind him. Kneeling down she pulls was wrists behind him and connects the cuffs, then she grabs several belts from the end table, the first of which she wraps around his arms just above the elbows before pulling and buckling it tight. The next two she wraps around his legs from the ankle to the top of the thigh and pulls tight to keep him in a kneeling position. A large ball gag fills his vision as she brings it over his head and tells him to open up. Pushing the ball into place she buckles it under his chin and over and around the back of his head. Finally she ties a length of rope to one ankle, loops it through the "D" ring at the top of the gag harness, then ties it off at the other ankle. She steps back in front of him and sits on the couch directly in front of him. As she does, the man stands and excuses himself, stating that he knows they have much to discuss. She crosses her legs in front of him, showing a peek of garter, then dangles the shoe on her toes in front of him. She apologizes for the gag with a laugh, telling him that she needs his undivided attention because they have a lot to cover and besides, nothing she has to say is up for discussion; it simply is what it is. She lets the shoe drop off her foot, then uncrosses her legs and guides her stockinged foot beneath his petticoat. She brushes her foot beneath his balls and his whole body shudders. He feels that tingle of excitement that runs from the pit of his stomach to the tip of his imprisoned member. She says, "I bet it feels good to have these on the outside again. I wouldn't get too happy about it though..." She continues to brush her foot along his sex and balls. His imprisoned cock starts to swell and he can feel the constriction. Uncomfortable at first, then painful. He winces and she pulls her foot away. She continues, "I say that because the threads on those piercings have been installed with locktite, which means the only way to remove it is to grind the heads off, which means you'll be wearing that for quite some time." Hearing that, his excitement quickly fades and the pain subsides. She slips her shoe back on and crosses her legs again. "Now then about your service. As you're aware, our gentleman friend has no desire to come out to his colleagues. The trouble is he feels they are becoming suspicious and he's running out of excuses when he's asked about it or when someone tries to set him up on a date. What he needs is a trophy wife, arm candy if you will. This is where I come in. We've entered into a business agreement where my job is to look good on his arm, keep up appearances and of course keep you in line." "And what do I get out of it? Well I collect a $5000.00 salary each month; get a company car, plus a pre paid visa for $5000.00 each month to be used to build my wardrobe. On top of that I get a prenup that gives me $100,000 a year for each year we stay married. Trouble is it works just like a savings plan, which means I'm not vested until 5 years in. If it ends before that, I get zip." He hears what she's saying but is having a hard time absorbing it. She continues" It really was an offer I couldn't refuse. It works for both of us. He gets to keep up appearances and keep his little fuck toy. I get a designer wardrobe and go to the swankiest parties. And get this. To sweeten the deal, he bought the club from my friend for me. I own it outright! Not only that, but he gutted the 4 small apartments and built a huge loft apartment above the club." "This is the reason why we've been so busy these last couple days. I just finished moving into the loft and have my house up for sale. Oh and by the way, your car turned up in Nogales Mexico. They found your wallet in the glove box and about a pint of blood from your recent procedure on the front seat. They didn't find a body, but suspect foul play. Unfortunately from what I hear they have no leads." To be continued.