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Big Fat Bertha Lou Part 3 By Cheryl Lynn This is a continuation please read previous posts first. All the usual disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. All other use is strictly denied unless approved by the author. This fictional story contains extreme humiliation and unwanted sex. It is NOT for the sweet/sentimental reader. Comments are welcome at [email protected]. Big Fat Bertha Lou Part 3 Bertha Lou sat back smiling broadly. "I was right about men only thinking about their dicks and James proves it. I can't believe that he has done everything I asked just to get that chastity off. By the time I let him out of that contraption he won't be able to have an erection. His brain will associate getting an erection results in severe pain. Plus with that device, his testicles pushed up into his body and the heat from his girdles he'll be neutered in any case. He's dressing like a flaming faggot, actually engaging in gay sex and now has agreed to get implants. Of course he thinks its temporary but taking them out is actually more complicated and extensive than putting them in. I wonder how much further I can push him. The one thing I don't want to happen is for him to ever pass as a woman. There would be no humiliation if he goes that far. Let's see, he has two demerits already so getting ten by next weekend won't be a problem. Now all I've got to do is figure out a proper punishment." Ooo It was Monday and the start of another work week that he wasn't looking forward too. None of his old male friends wanted to have anything to do with him. Tolerating his presents only because of company policies, they were cordial but as brief as possible when talking to him about company business. The only associates that would actually be friendly and talk to him were most of the secretarial pool. Even then he tried to limit his exposure as they usually embarrassed the hell out of him. They mostly wanted to make him talk about his coming out, his boyfriends or where he purchased something he was wearing. At first he tried to stay in his cubical and avoided as much exposure to his fellow workers as possible. When he complained about Melissa, one of the secretaries, trying to get him to join the other girls during break time, Mistress demanded that he accept her offer. James didn't like that but figured there was no way for Mistress to know if he did or didn't. That idea was dashed when Bertha Lou said she would call Melissa to check up on him and how well he participated in their conversations. Doris, his stylist, was much worse as James was a captive audience. She drilled him unmercifully getting more and more details of his gay relationship than he was comfortable with. Each of his trips to the salon was very humiliating answering questions on kissing techniques gay's use and such. The absolute worse was when waxing his body, she noticed the string hanging out of his ass. Those questions brought tears to his eyes. Unfortunately, she thought the tears were from the pain of his waxing and not his complete humiliation. The only people that didn't give him the cold shoulder or make derogatory comments were the other members of the LGBT group he met with every second Friday. Despite their friendliness James' ego was diminished with each meeting. He hated having to act like a gay man but having to interact like one with a group of them left him feeling less of a real man. Stephen and Gerald, his gay neighbors, would stop by his apartment occasionally for a short visit or invited him over to their place. James did his best to avoid them as Bruce was more than enough queers intruding into his life. Of course he had to be friendly and courteous when they visited as Mistress was watching and listening. Monday noon when most of the employees had left for lunch, James stayed back to make a very personal call. "I wonder how many men call Dr. Wilson asking for breast implants. This is going to be embarrassing but it's either this or take female hormones and I certainly don't want that." Tuesday morning he took a half day off sick so he could see Dr. Wilson. He was wearing his baby blue pants suit with royal blue polyester cowl necked blouse and pencil heels. When he entered there were two female patients waiting who gave him a hard look but said nothing. The receptionist was a pretty young thing he would have loved to ask out but she brought a bright flush to his cheeks when she said loudly, "Oh you're the man that called wanting breast implants." He sat blushing the whole time he waited for his turn as the two women kept taking side glances at him and suppressing giggles. When it came to his turn he was nervous as a cat walking past a dog house. Dr. Verna Wilson was a kindly faced older woman with salt and pepper hair. She gave him a standard physical examination, took blood samples and urine specimen. She asked him a number of very personal questions which Mistress told him to expect and the correct answers. "Yes, Doctor I've been dressing for over a year. Yes, Doctor I have to have implants but nothing larger than a full A-cup for now. Yes, Ma'am I have a boyfriend and he approves," he dutifully answered while cringing at each on the inside. "Very well Mr. Archer I'll do the procedure. It's relatively simple, performed on an out patient basis and will take about six hours. Most of that time will be in recovery and you will need someone to bring and take you home. Basically what I will do is make a small incision in your arm pits, insert an inflatable bag under each breast and inject a gel like fluid to fill them to the appropriate size you asked for. It will have to be done under anesthetic and you will need a few days to recuperate. I can pretty much guarantee that they will look and feel natural but there are risks. Any questions? If not, I will schedule you in for Friday next week at eight here in my office." James walked out of the office clutching several pamphlets that explained breast augmentation procedures and after care. Both his hands were shaking so much he had to grip the steering wheel as tightly as he could. Secretly he hoped that Mistress only wanted to thoroughly humiliate him and not make him go through with the procedure. He desperately wanted a stiff drink to calm his nerves but there was no way he would go into any bar looking like he did now. Back at his place he had one more task to complete. He was to call Stephen and ask him to accompany him to get his procedure done. Stephen was the swishier of his two gay neighbors and worked from home. Stephen was way too touchy feely and spoke with a slight lisp which sent chills running up and down James' spine every time they were together. Gathering his courage knocked on Stephen's door as he looked around to see if any of his other neighbors were about. He didn't want any more people finding out about him than he already had. So far his exposure around the complex was limited to mostly Stephen and Gerald. "Hi there sweetie, my you look so fab in that cute outfit. Come on in," Stephen greeted warmly giving James a quick hug and air kiss. Ooo James had another intimate date with Bruce on Saturday but Mistress wouldn't give him the third number until after he got his new breasts. He was jittery and on edge during the work week that followed. He still held out a slim hope that Mistress would stop him but as each day slipped past without a word those hopes died. Friday morning the only words he heard from Mistress were, "Good luck." When he came to in the recovery room, Stephen was holding his hand. "You're awake, here the nurse told me you would probably be thirsty," he said placing a straw to his lips. "Gawd, I feel like I've been hit by a train. Is....is it over?" "Yes and while you're all bandaged up the Doctor said every thing came out perfect. Now unless you need anything else I need to get back to my laptop. You just rest and I will be right over there in the waiting room." After a couple of more hours James was feeling much better. There was an ache around his chest but otherwise not in too much pain. The Doctor finally came in, removed the bandages and held a mirror up for him to see. Two small but very noticeable protrusions were on his chest scarred with black and blue marks." "That bruising will go away in a few days but other wise they look very natural. I want you on bed rest over the weekend and no heavy lifting. Do not take this bra off except for bathing during that time. By Monday you should be able to return to your normal routine," she said mistaking the horror for concern on his face. "Now I want you to sit up slowly, here let me help. While small you will need a good support bra for the next week. After that you can wear or not wear a bra of your choice. Although I do recommend that you wear a comfortable bra during the day all the time. You're not experienced having breasts so make sure you get someone to fit you properly. Most of the lingerie stores provide that service for free. Now try not to move while I fasten this," she said hooking the full coverage white cotton bra behind his back. James spent a horrible weekend recuperating. He had sent the photos of his new chest to Mistress but other than that was left to himself. He did his best not to look at his bra covered chest but could not ignore them. Every time he moved his arms he felt them, whenever he glanced down he saw them and worst was seeing them as he bathed. He cried a lot that weekend. The only good thing about his situation was that he was left alone. Sunday, while in the bath, cupped his new appendages in his palms for the first time. He kind of knew what to expect but was surprised at how real and sensitive they felt. He also noted that the Doctor had done something to his nipples. They were bigger and thicker than they had been. His nipples looked more like small pencil erasers. If it weren't for the yellowish-brown marks of the fading bruising, no one could tell they were fakes. "Damn that Doctor was good," he thought breaking out in a fresh set of tears. That evening he checked his email. "Pet I absolutely adore your new assets and can't wait to see how much your Bruce enjoys them. As promised here is the third number to the combination (7). Just one more to go and you will have all the numbers. Aren't you happy?" "Over the weekend you forgot to say your 'I love Bruce' mantras and that brings your accumulated demerits to ten, so you have a punishment to pay. I've decided you need your very own personalized scent. Every girl has a special perfume and I have decided yours will be pineapple. Nothing says fruit more than the smell of pineapples don't you think? It was hard to find but I did some research and found a nice ethnic store that carries that particular scent. It's called Caribbean Delight and the six ounce bottle only costs $19.95. Isn't that great? During your lunch break tomorrow go there and buy a couple of bottles. I can see and hear everything that you do at home but I can't smell. You have never seen me. I could be any girl out there and if I chance by and don't smell pineapples, well you know the answer. As a matter of fact you love the sweet aroma of pineapples so much you will buy any hair care or body product that contains pineapple scent." "Now that we got all that out of the way, you need some bras. Go back to that lingerie store, ask for a proper fitting and purchase at least a dozen in different styles in sexy shimmering colors. Insist they be slightly padded and provide up lift. You are proud of your titties aren't you? So don't be ashamed to show them off a bit. Make sure the sales clerks see the absolute joy of getting your first real bra on your face. Believe me, I will call and ask if you were really happy. Mistress." Bertha Lou watched contentedly as James started to cry again. "The humiliation of getting a fitting has to be great for a one time macho man. I still can't believe he actually went through that procedure. If he had done any research he would have known that female hormones take ages to have any effect. Hormones are also easier to correct than having implants removed but I'm so glad he chose to get them." Ooo Monday James felt like every eye at the office was staring at his chest keeping a blush on his cheeks the entire day. In fact with his jacket on no one noticed the slight bulges. Seeing him for so long wearing brassy blonde hair, polished nails, pink lipstick and his various pants suits most of the staff no longer paid much attention to "that gay guy" as they now thought of him. At lunch he found the small perfumery and purchased two bottles. The Brazilian clerk didn?t bat an eye when he walked in and asked for that particular fragrance. She even dabbed some behind his ears, on his wrists and along his neck from the sample bottle for him. He left the store smelling strongly of sweet pineapple with a hint of mango. As he went back to work anyone that passed by him turned their heads and sniffed. ?Great, just fucking great, just what I need more attention coming my way.? As was becoming the norm James couldn?t concentrate on his work. He was too occupied worrying about getting fitted for a bra. Five o?clock came all too soon and he drove to the lingerie store. The same clerk that had helped him before frowned when he approached but couldn?t stifle the laugh as he asked to be measured. ?OMG! What a fruit cake! He even smells like a fruit. Geez, why do I get all the weirdo?s? Now he wants to be fitted for a bra. Like my manager says though a sale is a sale,? she thought but said, ?Sure follow me to the back.? She was surprised to find him wearing a cotton support bra when he removed his blouse but shocked to see that he had real breasts. She was loath to touch him but fascinated at the same time. Under the pretext of taking measurements, she fondled them for a few moments. ?My gawd! They feel so real. He must be taking hormones. I don?t think implants could feel that real,? she thought reaching down to pick up her measuring tape. She measured just under his breasts then across the nipples. Stepping back she said that he was a 36-A. The slight frown on her lips turned into a smile when he told her what he needed. This was going to be a very good sale. ?So he wants padded and uplift does he? Well I think I?m going to have a lot of fun with this. Of course what he wants will be very expensive and my commission will come in handy,? she thought as she began selecting gel filled bras that guaranteed up to a two size improvement. James gasped when she handed him a bright scarlet and burgundy accented uplift bra. Remembering at the last minute he had to act like he was thoroughly enjoying getting his first bra gushed, ?Oh this is lovely. I can?t wait to put it on. Would you please help me?? ?Gawd! To think that when he first came here I thought I might go out with him. What a fruitcake,? she thought showing him how to adjust the small metal slides on the straps. When he finally got the three hook and eye closure fastened, he got a big shock. ?They look gigantic!? he gasped. ?Well you asked for padding and uplift and the bras that I brought you do just that. Those are really popular with the smaller girls you know. That gel fill technology is really great and doesn?t add much weight. Plus you get a nice looking C-cup to fill out your blouses and dresses. Trust me, you?ll get a lot more attention from the guys wearing that bra,? she said with a giggle. With his face almost as red as the bra, started to say something but decided not too. If Mistress called, he needed the clerk whose name was Sheila, to say he seemed very happy. Instead of telling her to find something less padded, smiled, clapped his hands together and told her how wonderful the bra was. He definitely wasn?t happy as he walked out of the store wearing that red bra and carried a bag with eleven more. ?What?s this? He?s grown at lot bigger in the chest than I wanted. No one would really notice his small titties but now, hell, everyone will stare at his chest. I was afraid that having bigger ta-tas would make him more passable but no one looking at his face would see a woman,? she thought then said, ?Pet, show me the bras you just purchased. I thought I told you to get slightly padded ones. The sales girl picked them out huh. You bought them, so you must really enjoy having nice breasts and want the attention they bring from the guys. Are you sure you?re not gay? Never the less Pet I have another task for you. If you go through with it, I will give you the next and final number. Tomorrow night I want you to get a tattoo. Nothing too extreme but I want you to get a tramp stamp across the small of your back. When you get to the shop give the tattooist my number and I?ll tell him exactly what I want. Since Saturday will be the first time your boyfriend Bruce sees your cute little titties, the tattoo will be another surprise that will surely get his hormones flowing. Do that and you will get the number Sunday.? If he thought he got stared at before he was the center of attention when he walked in Tuesday wearing his new C-cup bra. The secretarial pool had a field day with him while in the break room. Three of the bossier ones even insisted on seeing his new boobies. He tried to protest but he was quickly surrounded and pushed into the nearby lady?s room. Blushing scarlet as they quickly unbuttoned his blouse and removed his bra, he was helpless to do anything. He was about to go into full panic mode when the secretary?s supervisor came in. She quickly dismissed the other women after chastising them and apologized to James. ?Look James, I?m very sorry for what happened just now. Please forgive them. It was just idle girlish curiosity and it?s not like they haven?t seen breasts before. I hope you will accept my apology and not file a complaint with management. I?ll make sure disciplinary notices go into their personnel files.? He accepted her apology but his ego was greatly impacted by the extreme humiliation. He fled to his cubicle, shedding silent tears as he tried to do his job but he couldn?t concentrate. Now there would be no doubts in the company about him being gay. Even if he could get his chastity off and change back to being James, no one would believe him. James couldn?t wait to get out of the office even if it meant getting a tattoo. He figured she couldn?t do much more to him to totally destroy his life. She did promise that the tattoo wouldn?t be extreme. He did use the internet to find a local tattooist who had good reviews and drove right over from work. James never understood why anyone would want to permanently disfigure their body with any kind of tattoo. He figured that such people were just plain stupid and had no respect for their bodies. Tattoos were trashy but he had to get one. ?I hope she keeps her word and it won?t be too drastic,? he mused as he entered the shop. It was past nine o?clock by the time he left the tattoo parlor. Tears streaked his face and in shock. The tattoo was brightly colored, floral in design stretching from hip to hip with a pink heart centered above a bouquet of multicolored roses in the small of his back. Inside the heart in black cursive were the words, ?I Luv Cock.? Bertha Lou almost came in her panties when she saw the tattoo. It was almost the perfect revenge but she still had plans. She reassured him that she would give him the final number once Bruce had stayed the night. Seeing him sitting on the edge of his bed crying his eyes out, she felt sorry for him just a tiny bit. ?Don?t be such a party pooper pet. You can have another tattoo put over that heart to cover it up once I free you. So dry those tears and give your Mistress a great big smile and thank you for the lovely tattoo.? The rest of his work week went from bad to worse. He couldn?t concentrate and missed more deadlines. He was depressed and what little work he accomplished error filled. Towards late afternoon Friday he was called into the boss? office. There he received his termination and three months severance pay. ?Look James I am never happy to let one of my staff go but your work over the past month doesn?t cut it. I know you are undergoing a major life change and I really hope everything works out for you but I can?t let you stay. Get your personal things and?.well take care.? ?Take care, how am I suppose to take care with a lousy three month severance. That woman has made me go through almost all of my savings buying these stupid clothes, getting these damn tits and other shit. She?s ruined my life and taken my job to boot. Crap! So much for TGIF.? When he got home there was a small package at his door. Opening it he found a blister pack containing Viagra and a note. ?Pet, make sure you put one of these pills into Bruce?s drink tomorrow and another one in his coffee Sunday morning. Give me a grand final show and you?ll have the last number by that afternoon.? Ooo Saturday morning was spent cleaning his apartment wearing the required panties, bra, garter belt, hosiery, heels and apron. He was trembling and scared about what she demanded he do tonight. His poor anal ring was already stretched but with Viagra no telling how much abuse it would take. His titties were completely healed. During his post surgical visit the Doctor told him he could go out and have all the fun he wanted with them. Bruce had been abusing his chest leaving hickies and red tooth marks before so what would he do now. What kept him going was the knowledge that he would have the final number. Out of the cage and free to be James again. He would have to move to another city and find a job but he would be free. After douching three times and pushing some petroleum jelly up his poor bottom hole, he took a leisurely bubble bath. He learned to do that after his second date with Bruce. The jelly helped with the penetration but not the agonizing pain to his ego. Back in his bedroom he quickly splashed his pineapple perfume on before putting on his pink floral embroidered garter belt and black seamed hose. Mistress wanted him to meet Bruce at the door ready for the bedroom. Taking his pink baby doll from the closet settled it over his shoulders then stepped into the ruffled panties. As contrast he had painted his glamour length nails in that bright red Maraschino polish and applied the matching lipstick thickly. For some kinky reason Bruce like to see a lipstick ring around his cock after a good blow job. Another thing Bruce liked and Mistress insisted he keep doing all the time was for him to put lipstick on his nipples. As he was stepping into his black pencil heeled strappy sandals the doorbell rang. Bruce was standing in the doorway dressed as usual in tight jeans, white tee, black leather jacket and biker boots holding a bottle of white wine. After a deep tonsil tickling kiss and squeeze on the butt James led him into the kitchen. Tonight James decided he would drink that entire bottle plus what he had left over in the fridge. As Bruce opened the wine, he poured Bruce?s Jack Daniels and slipped the powdered Viagra into it. ?After tomorrow I won?t ever have to see you or any of those faggots again,? he thought handing the glass to Bruce. James woke up bruised and battered. His ass aflame after being assaulted three or was it four times last night. He wasn?t sure but he could feel a sticky wetness on his thighs and his nightie was stuck to his ass. He cleaned up as best he could without taking a bath and used some more lubrication. Once he put the Viagra into Bruce?s coffee knew he would be in for another round or two of having his ass plummeted by nine thick inches. Bruce didn?t leave until well after noon completely sated and exhausted. James could barely walk, was totally unsatisfied and his nipples stung rubbed raw by Bruce?s thick stubble and nipping teeth. He wanted to rush to his computer and get that final number but decided to try and get all the filth he felt off his body. Clean but still feeling dirty and dressed in his lingerie went to the computer. Half afraid she hadn?t kept her promise, opened the email. ?Pet that was truly the most amazing feat of love making that I have ever seen. As promised here is the last number (9). You know, I thought I was punishing you but I was wrong. You were really a closet gay man. You proved that last night. Mistress.? ?I?ve got it! I finally got it!? he yelled in jubilation. He minced as fast as he could in the four inch pencil heels to the bathroom to get his hand mirror. He turned the first small wheel to 4. Looking at things backwards in a mirror plus the small size of the wheel made doing that very difficult. Next he dialed in the 5 followed by the 7 and 9. By the time he had the last number his head was swimming. Straightening up he reached behind and pulled at the chain. Nothing happened. The chains gripped his body as tightly as before. ?Shit! Shit! I must have done something wrong. I?ve got to get this damn thing off. Damn it! As humiliating as this is going to be I?m going to have to ask Stephen to work the damn combination. It?s just too difficult to do by myself.? Unfortunately Stephen wasn?t home but Gerald was. Gerald was a smaller version of Bruce and had never bought James? gay persona. When a deeply embarrassed James asked him to release the lock he sneered, ?So what?s in it for me?? ?Anything you want. I?ll pay you just tell me how much.? ?It aint money I want. I think maybe the only reason you are acting and dressing like that is because of that cage. I might be tempted to believe you if you give me a really good blow job.? ?Wha?.what?errr?.what about Stephen? I thought you two were a couple. Please just unlock me.? ?Yeah Stephen is my life partner but I don?t trust you. Prove to me you are as gay as you look and I?ll work the combination. Otherwise go on home.? With no alternative James dropped to his knees and undid Gerald?s jeans. Having to look like he was going to enjoy sucking his cock, he put a big smile on his face, looked up at him and said, ?Well this is going to be fun.? James easily swallowed Gerald?s dick. It was only seven inches at best and not nearly as thick as Bruce. He bent to the task trying to look eager but at the same time just wanting it over with. He kissed then licked the circumcised head several times before he began swallowing, slowly taking it all the way in. With his nose pressed against musky smelling pubic hairs, James slowly began to pull back, sucking and slurping all the way. He did his best, had to convince Gerald he really loved to suck cock. When Gerald finally erupted James held it in his mouth, looked up opining his mouth sticking out his tongue to lick his lips then swallowed. ?I guess I was wrong about you. Come on get up and turn around. Holy shit, why didn?t you show me your tramp stamp? Oh well, thanks for the blow job anyway. What were the numbers again, 4,5,7 and 9 okay give me a sec. You sure those numbers are the right ones? Okay, don?t get you panties in a bunch. Let me try it again. Sorry James no luck this aint the right combo.? Ooo James went as fast as he could back to his apartment. He was furious that she had cheated him. The taste of Gerald was still strong but he went straight to his computer. There was an email from Mistress and he opened it. ?Pet, I guess by now you have discovered that you cannot open the lock. Oh before you start ranting and raving, the numbers I gave you are correct just not in the proper sequence. Four numbers might not seem that hard to figure out but the combination has about the same odds as winning the lottery. Maybe you?ll get lucky but I wouldn?t count on it. Remember you didn?t ask for the combination but rather the numbers. I have given you those. So if you truly want out of that cage play nice nice or else.? ?However since you no longer have a job and little money, I?m prepared to make you an offer. This is a one time offer, no second chances. All you have to do is agree and sign a one year binding contract to be my live in personal servant. When the contract expires I will pay you $2,000 and free you from your chastity. I know the money isn?t much but I will be providing your food, clothing, other personal needs and housing. Besides being free of your chastity, you have the added benefit of not having to see Bruce again.? ?I have attached the contract to this email. You will find it quite detailed and contains significant monetary penalties should you default. Oh, you will still be in chastity should you breach our contract. If you are thinking about doing me bodily harm once we meet, remember I am the ONLY one who knows the correct sequence. You have until tomorrow noon to decide your fate. Mistress.? ?Crap!? he screamed. The contract was indeed detailed. He would have to provider her with personal care while attending to her bath and bedroom, do all the household chores, prepare and cook all meals and dress according to her desires. Should he quit or refuse to do as instructed would be fined $20,000 and dismissed immediately with only the clothing on his person. ?Some fucking contract, I get to do all the shit work while she plays the princess. I?ve got to see if I can get this damn thing off.? After two hours trying to move the small combination wheels, he gave up in frustration. Needing help decided to call Stephen and see if he was home. He certainly didn?t want to ask Gerald again. Stephen was very good at math and told James the odds were more like 126 to 1 he could get the combination. After two hours he had to quit because Gerald was taking him out and would be back the next afternoon. James only had until noon and begged him to come back sooner. ?Sorry James but I have a business meeting scheduled for the morning and then have to attend a luncheon. Maybe you can find someone else to help. How about getting your boyfriend to try it?? James reluctantly called Bruce but all he got was voice mail. He tried again in the morning but still no answer. It was getting close to eleven and James was running out of time when Bruce called. ?Sorry cup cake had to make a run up to my other gym and I just got back. So what?s up?? ?Errr?nothing?.I errrr?just wanted to ask you something but?but I found what I needed. I?ll talk to you later. Bye.? Defeated he went to his computer. There was an email from Mistress. ?Pet, I watched your pathetic attempts to undo your little cage. That was very amusing but you did a lot of cursing accumulating twelve demerits. You still have a choice to make and not much time. If you decide to accept my terms, you will be at my lawyer?s office by noon today. There you will sign the contract then it will be notarized and filed with the clerk of court all nice and completely legal. Remember I?m the only one who knows the combination and let?s just say I have an amazing number of videos and pictures. My lawyer has a copy of all of them. Can you guess what happens if I die or seriously hurt? Mistress.? ?Videos, photos, oh shit I forgot all about those,? James thought as he slammed his hands down hard on the desk top then scribbled the name and address of the lawyer. He only had thirty minutes to get there, so grabbed his purse and headed out the door. His fate soon to be signed, sealed and delivered. Ooo He walked into the lawyer?s office with a few minutes to spare. He noticed a woman almost filling the couch she was sitting on in the waiting area. The secretary sitting behind the desk took his name and told him to please take a seat and the lawyer would call him in shortly. ?What a pig, I?m in a living hell but at least I?m not some ugly fat cow,? James thought as he sat as far away from the woman as he could. Picking up a magazine and flipping through it didn?t notice the woman smiling triumphantly at him. It wasn?t until the secretary announced that the lawyer would see them now that he understood who the fat pig was. ?You,? was all he could say. ?Yes Pet, now come along the lawyer is waiting,? she replied turning sideways to get through the open door. ?Shit, she?s as big as a friggin house. Why is she doing this to me? I don?t even know her,? he thought then had to ask, ?Why? I don?t even know you. What have I ever done to you to deserve all this?? ?Oh Pet, sure you know me. Why we even had a date once. Don?t you remember your ballerina partner, Bertha Lou?? ?Shit!? ?That?s another demerit Pet. I?m going to have to figure out a real proper punishment for thirteen demerits. Now come along or leave. You still have a choice,? she said with a sly smile. ?Of course you will follow like a puppy. You want that chastity off soooo bad. You can forget that you don?t have the right numbers and with that small lock in the small of your back. I doubt you will ever figure out the correct combination especially when you keep entering the wrong ones,? she thought as her smile broadened. Ashen faced and shaking like a leaf, James left the lawyer?s office. He had two days to either sell or donate all his male things and furnishings before he had to be at Bertha Lou?s house. Lucky for him he was on a month to month lease and could get out of his apartment. Of course Stephen and Gerald noticed him getting rid of all his stuff and had to ask why. James wasn?t about to tell the truth but simply said he had a job in another state. ?Like I want to associate with you fags or tell you how much more degrading my life has become,? he thought. Ooo At the appointed hour James showed up at Bertha Lou?s house. He was unimpressed with the house but knew the land had to be worth a fortune. As instructed he was wearing skin tight neon green stretch pants, a bright pink halter collared midriff blouse and two inch stacked heeled red pumps. Glittering in the sun light from his exposed belly button was a small Tinkerbelle. He had gotten the belly piercing yesterday in order to remove the thirteen demerits. There were several bikers in the waiting room as he asked for the piercing and they laughed, pointed their fingers and made crude remarks as he came back out. James felt very lucky to have gotten out of the tattoo/piercing parlor with his life. Gotten this far he sighed heavily and knocked on the door. Bertha Lou answered it wearing a blue scrub suit and a pair of pink fuzzy slippers. She had a grin as big as any Chestshire cat?s. ?Pet it?s good to see you made it on time. Come in and I?ll show you your room for the next year. It?s down stairs in the basement, not much but comfy.? It definitely wasn?t much as the only furnishings were a lumpy twin bed, side table with lamp and alarm clock, a dresser with mirror and a straight back wooden chair. Sitting on a corner of the dresser was an ancient nineteen inch black and white television. The bathroom wasn?t much better containing only a shower stall, commode and sink area. ?Get your stuff put away and meet me in the kitchen as soon as you can,? she said as she left. James tried to stall but having only two suitcases and several garment bags didn?t have that much to put away. Reluctantly he headed up the stairway and into the kitchen. Bertha Lou was at the table drinking coffee and eating what remained of a dozen donuts. She pointed to the chair opposite and he sat. ?Pet you took long enough. When I say ?as soon as you can? that usually means immediately. Now I work nights with Monday?s off from eleven to seven in the morning. I sleep from eight until three so you?ll have to be quite. Promptly at three you will wake me with a kiss to the lips and serve me a cup of coffee. While I have my coffee, you will prepare my bath. I expect you to attend me the entire time then help me get dressed before you prepare my breakfast. Until you get use to your daily routine, I?ll give you a list of what I expect to be done from then on. Right now the first thing you are going to do is hook up all those cameras and microphones so I will be able to monitor you when I?m not here. By the way I really like that little Tinkerbelle. I?m just sorry I didn?t think of doing that sooner.? ?Please Berth?? ?That?s Mistress to you! That failure just earned you another demerit.? ?Errr?sorry Mistress?but..you said you would provide me clothing and I was wondering if I could get some new..? ?Yes I know what?s in the contract and we?ll get you some new clothing on Monday. Until then you will keep wearing your darling Capri?s and stretch pants with a cute blouse. As far as you?re concerned nothing has changed. You will continue with all the tasks I have set for you all the time. I know you have a shower in your bathroom but it?s been disabled. Once you have fixed my breakfast then you will take a bath in my left over bath water. I believe you have work to do. Get it done and report back to me when it?s finished.? It only took James a couple of hours to hook up and connect all the cameras and microphones to her computer. He spent what was by then early evening cleaning the kitchen area. For that she had put him in a white organza pinafore styled apron with pink rose buds embroidered on the bib and pink rubber gloves. A pink chiffon scarf was wrapped bandana style around his head. He mopped and waxed the linoleum kitchen floor, polished the table and chairs, cleaned the counter tops and wiped the sinks by nine p.m. then had to prepare her meal. As she ate her steak and large baked potato, James nibbled at his large salad with half a boiled egg. When he had washed the dishes and wiped down the kitchen it was time for him to prepare her evening bath. For that task she had him strip down to his lingerie retaining the scarf, hose and heels. Kneeling in front of her as he pulled her scrub bottoms off, he wanted to be sick. A strong aroma of musk, urine and sourness hit him like a slap in the face as he pulled down her gray nylon full cut briefs. ?Pet while you are down there give it a kiss and a lick. I?ve heard about that from some of my girlfriends but never experienced it. Go on I still have a lot to do before I go to work,? she said grabbing his head and pushing his face into her stinking crotch. She couldn?t see his head under the blubber of her stomach but she could feel his tongue. ?Oh my,? she gushed as she pushed his head harder, ?I could really get to like this. Get that tongue in there and suck my clit.? It wasn?t long before she had her very first climax. She was shuddering so hard from the wonderful sensations running up and down her spine she squirted some pee. James? head was still pressed into her crotch and couldn?t back away. He was forced to swallow her offering before she released her grip. Between the stench, taste and the pee James leaped for the commode. As he leaned heavily into the bowl, ashen faced and weak she was laughing heartily. ?Guess you didn?t find it as enjoyable as I did pet but you?re going to have to get use to doing that. I had too much fun and can?t wait to brag to the girls. Get cleaned up I need to get into the bathtub.? ?Now while I?m at work you will vacuum the entire house, mop and wax the wooden floors. You will do this every night while I?m out so I won?t have to put up with the noise. Once you have done that make my bed then you can take a bath in my tub. I?ll be watching so don?t even think about filling it with fresh water,? she instructed as she walked out the door. Ooo He was awakened out of a deep exhausted slumber by a sharp painful slap to his butt. Bertha Lou was standing over him looking very pissed. ?Why are you still in bed? You were supposed to meet me when I came home. Get your lazy ass out of bed and follow me upstairs. I need you to message my feet. Your laziness just cost you three demerits.? James moaned as he slid his feet into the pencil heels. They hurt his feet and ankles but he followed pulling his chocolate negligee on as he went. ?I?m sorry Mistress but you didn?t tell me to greet you when you came home.? ?You?re my personal attendant. I shouldn?t have to tell you to do obvious tasks.? She sat heavily on the living room couch as James knelt down and removed her shoes. The odor that emanated from her feet was strong and he grimaced as he took one into his hands. She knew her feet stank after wearing the hot shoes all night and enjoyed seeing the look on his face. After thirty minutes she told him to stop and since he did such a good job could kiss each of her toes as a sign of appreciation. Grunting with the effort she raised her butt off the sofa and let out a smelly fart that made her giggle. Pushing down her scrubs along with her dingy looking gray nylon granny panties, settled back and spread her legs. ?You know what to do now, so get that tongue working.? Satisfied, she slowly got up and went to her bedroom. ?Hand wash my lingerie and scrubs. Hang them on the outside line to dry then dust the house and wax the furniture. You better remember to wake me at three with a kiss and my coffee. Keep it quite.? There must have been two weeks worth of dirty laundry when he emptied the two hampers. Holding up a pair of the largest panties he had ever seen groaned. As per his routine he was only wearing lingerie and an apron with his heels. Bringing the wash outside to hang he was happy that no one would see him through the woods surrounding the house. At lunch he decided to sneak one of her chocolate candy bars. That later proved to be a big mistake when she counted them and found one missing. She scolded him for not sticking to his diet and added three more demerits. One more and he would have ten. With her coffee in hand he went to wake her up. Placing the coffee on her bedside table, leaned over and kissed her on the lips before stepping back. She opened her eyes and glared at him. ?When I said my lips I didn?t mean the ones on my mouth idiot. That?s ten demerits for daring to actually kiss me. You forget I know where those lips have been and what they swallowed. Like I?d ever let a cock sucker kiss me! Now put them where they belong and you better be good.? She didn?t smell any better in the morning than she did last night. It took all his concentration not to toss his cookies as he licked and slurped her pussy. Satisfied she rolled over on her stomach and told him to lick and kiss her ass until she told him to stop. ?Yeah, lick and kiss my fat ass faggot. Make sure you get in deep between my cheeks. You ever presume to kiss me again I?ll use your face as a toilet.? As soon as she told him to stop, he jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. ?While you?re in there might as well prepare my bath,? she said laughing. Sitting up she picked up her coffee and took a sip. ?I think another trip to the tattoo parlor is in order. A floral arrangement of pineapples connected by half peeled bananas around his ankle would look nice.? James didn?t even try to hide what he felt about getting another tattoo which delighted Bertha Lou. ?You don?t seem very happy about getting another tattoo pet and I?m certainly not going to make you get it. You have free will and a choice. Why don?t you put on that cute pink pants suit if you decide you really want that tattoo? I?d really love to see how it turns out.? The tattooist wasn?t happy to see that gay guy coming back but money was money. The last time he came in a riot almost broke out in his shop and luckily he was able to stop it. When he heard what James wanted, snickered and agreed to do it. He did very good work except it wasn?t exactly what James asked for. Yes there was a chain of pineapples connect by bananas but the pineapples were a bright pink about an inch high. A boarder of brightly colored tropical flowers was added above and below in a lattice design. When finished the tattoo was three inches wide. Ooo Monday true to her word took him out to purchase some new clothing. It just wasn?t the clothing he wanted. She took him to a uniform shop where she bought four maid?s uniforms. They were simple cotton above the knee A-line styles in black, gray, suntan and navy all with white cuffs and lapels. Matching nursing style caps and aprons came with each dress. Stopping at a shoe store added two pairs of four inch pencil heeled pumps. He received a demerit for complaining. The final stop was a vintage clothing store where she found twelve stiff net crinolines with nylon yokes. Three pairs each in red, white, yellow and blue to fluff out his uniform skirts. Back at the house she had him change into the suntan uniform, three of the yellow crinolines and his new yellow pumps. As he did the cleaning the petticoats swished about his legs and discovered quickly that he had to watch his skirts. Mincing past an end table the flaring skirt knocked over a ceramic figurine. For his clumsiness and lack of feminine grace he received another five demerits plus two hours of mannerisms lessons. He was shown how to brush his skirts back under before sitting and told to keep his knees together when sitting. Finally, and most importantly shown how to curtsey. When she left for work instructed him to keep practicing for another hour. Other than having to give Bertha Lou oral pleasure James wasn?t treated horribly. He was allowed plenty of private time to do as he wished. If having to read several gay orientated magazines and romance novels doing what he wished. The only other restriction was that if he went out, had to wear his feminine attire. He preferred staying in the house but Bertha Lou often took him out in the late afternoons to the grocery, drug store etc. He hated those trips because those stops meant going out in uniform. With his brassy blond hair and only wearing lipstick there was absolutely no way anybody could ever mistake him as a woman. Ooo About six months into his servitude a new patient was admitted to the nursing home. He was an elderly but fit sixty-seven year old man with arthritic knees. He was stoutly built with a white fringe of hair, wore black horn rimmed thick glasses. He had no living relatives and needed someone to help him get around though he managed using a walker. He was placed in a room in Bertha Lou?s wing. He was an early riser and spent the pre-dawn time visiting with Bertha Lou. It didn?t take her long to find out that Mister Joseph Ames was a homosexual. The fact that he was gay started to give her an idea. The more they talked the more she discovered how unhappy he was with the nursing home. After he had been a resident for about a month, Bertha Lou made a suggestion. ?Mr. Ames, I know you hate the food and disappointed that there are no other gay men here. What you really need is an Assisted Living Residence. Didn?t you check any of those places out? Didn?t know about them? Well I have a spare bedroom at my place and a wonderful gay young man who cooks and cleans the place for me. He?s one of those girly-girl types though. You know likes to wear women?s clothing and act feminine. If you like that type and are forceful you could enjoy his talents. Besides, I could take you in for half of what you?re paying for this place. What do you think?? Two weeks later a cab arrived at Bertha Lou?s house. She had taken the day off so she could welcome him. All she had told James was that she had rented out the spare room and to get it ready. He was also informed that he would do anything that Mr. Joe said as if it came from her. Any trouble and he would be tossed out. James knew he was in trouble when Mr. Joe slapped him on the ass. He complained bitterly one afternoon about Bertha Lou promising that he wouldn?t have to engage in homosexual acts. ?Pet I didn?t lie to you about that. What I promised was that you wouldn?t have to see your old boyfriend Bruce again. I have kept that promise and you have earned another demerit. I believe that makes a total of twenty for the week. Wow, that?s the most ever isn?t it? What? Now don?t go blaming Mr. Joe for your failures. I?ll tell you what, if you can keep your demerits to fewer than 100 by the time your contract is up, I won?t punish you. However, should you fail, you will agree to go to that tattooist and have your penis and balls tattooed a brilliant pink with little white hearts.? For the next five and a half months Bertha Lou enjoyed watching James performing one degrading act after another. She also took full advantage of his ever increasing tongue talent. Mr. Joe was quite vigorous and very demanding. She also made sure he had plenty of Viagra. One day Mr. Joe threatened to tell Bertha Lou that James had stuck him which would result in him being kicked out. James couldn?t afford that, he was too close to getting his chastity removed. Reluctantly he agreed to get dentures. James was a mess for two weeks after that procedure was performed. Later another debasing act was forced upon him. Mr. Joe began stretching out James? boy pussy using larger and larger butt plugs. It seems like Mr. Joe enjoys fisting almost as much as he likes getting blow jobs. In addition Mr. Joe had James take him into the city. Sitting for hours in the park or on a bench at the zoo they would be seen kissing and smooching. James often could be found sitting in Mr. Joe?s lap with his arms around his neck with their heads touching. James had a constant blush on his face during those outings. It would be humiliating doing that with another man but mortifying when doing it with a man who could be his grandfather. As much as James would love to take a baseball bat to Mr. Joe?s bald head didn?t dare for two reasons. The first was to get that chastity belt off and the other was to keep his demerits under 100. Getting his dick and balls tattooed would be very humiliating and guessed very very painful. He wasn?t sure how many demerits he had going into the last day of his contract. He thought he had done everything demanded of him and more but today he would be freed. Today he was wearing a relatively new uniform. Mr. Joe had asked Bertha Lou to get him new ones a month ago. These uniforms were semi-sheer nylon in white, pink, lime green and yellow. His lacy camisoles and slips could easily be seen through the thin material. Today he was wearing the pink one with his black lingerie on orders from Mistress. He didn?t mind as he would change into a pants suit before leaving this horrible place forever. ?Well today is the day you get your chastity off and a day of reckoning. First the demerits, based upon my calculations you have earned a total of 109 demerits. So before I remove that device we will go to the tattoo shop and have your privates taken care of. Once that is done you are free to do whatever you want. I will give you your $2,000 there and will never hear from me again. No, we will go just as you?re dressed now. I didn?t promise to give you any of the clothing.? Seeing him about to protest, held up her hand. ?I don?t know what you have decided to do once you are free but I have a proposition for you to consider. Mr. Joe is very smitten with you and would like to marry you. Hush! Don?t say anything until you hear me out. He?s old, very rich and still has his home. If you agree to marry him you two will move back into his place. Other than keeping him happy, like you have been, you would be free to do whatever you wanted. Additionally, should your husband die from anything other than natural causes those photos get released. If you do marry then I won?t force you to get your privates decorated. I?ll give you five minutes to decide.? ?This is some choice. The lady or the tiger choices would be easier to make than this one. I think I would be happier if I chose the tiger at least my problems would be solved quickly. He?s a mangy old goat with too many hands and way too eager for a man his age. I don?t think he can keep that up much longer and I would inherit his wealth. So what do I have if I decide to get my privates tattooed? A heck of a lot of pain, embarrassment plus two thousand with no job, no home and no clothing. Definitely will never have a girlfriend, not with these tattoos I already have or these tits. ?Your five minutes are up. Have you made a decision?? Ooo Gay marriages were recognized and they were married in a simple civil ceremony. For the occasion James wore a white pants suit with silver cowl neck silk blouse. He was still in chastity to make sure he went through with the ceremony. There was one change that he was forced to endure. Since he wasn?t going to get his groin tattooed, Bertha Lou insisted that he get a new hair style. Doris had laughed her ass off when he told her what he wanted. ?As soon as she sets me free I?m getting my hair buzz cut and dyed black. I must be the only guy in the world who has a poodle cut dyed neon pink.? He shuddered as Mr. Joe kissed him full on the lips finalizing the wedding. True to her word, Bertha Lou freed him from the chastity device and gave him his $2,000. He would also be allowed to take all his clothing and personal items when his husband moved back into their home. Of course she waited until Mr. Joe had consummated the marriage. That next morning he was in the bathroom naked as Bertha Lou turned the little wheels, 6,9,6 and 9. The lock opened and the chastity fell to the tiled floor with a bang. ?I?ve kept my word. You?re free but I will be checking up to make sure you?re a happily married couple. Don?t want all those pictures and videos to go viral,? she said walking out of the room. Alone at last and for the first time in almost two years reached down to touch his pride and joy. What he discovered made him scream out in horror. His once eight inch member didn?t even fill the palm of his hand, didn?t respond no matter how much he jerked and worse his scrotum didn?t have any balls. Even a hooker wouldn?t come near him now. Completely defeated and no longer a real man, James drove Mr. Joe to their new home. There he got another horrible surprise. It wasn?t a mansion. It was a run down frame house in an old and declining neighborhood. Mr. Joe wasn?t rich by any means living on Social Security. Once inside the neglected home, James emailed Bertha Lou demanding to know why she had told him that his husband was rich. ?Pet I didn?t lie. Mr. Joe is a wonderful old man and rich in experience. He has already shown you a lot about gay sex and I?m sure he can teach you so much more. However I have a proposal for you. Since you can?t expect to live on just a stipend, I will hire you at minimum wage to clean and cook for me. Should you want, I will double the wage if you wake me with a kiss. I?ll give you until tomorrow to decide. If you choose otherwise, then per our agreement never contact me again. Mistress P.S. That?s one demerit for using my real name.? The End