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He felt nervous, probablyus, perhaps more nervous than he had ever felt before, he knew he was stupid to have ever let it go as far as this, but somehow he just hadn't been able to stop himself. He'd placed the chair in the centre of the lounge as he'd been told and now he sat on the settee looking at it, waiting. Waiting for the text message that he feared would come, yet still somehow in a madly excited anticipation, fuelling that growing fear that was gnawing inside his stomach. He sat there, dressed in the things he'd been told to wear, the silky panties, tights, bra, petticoat and the dress, just as he'd been told. It had been exciting then, being told to dress like this, he'd been so aroused by it, thrilled by being told, by obeying and dressing up like that and the submissiveness it made him feel. But now, now as he sat there on the settee looking at the chair in the middle of the room, he felt foolish, foolish and afraid. Afraid of what he'd idiotically agreed to do. His phone was in his trembling fingers, his palms hot, perspiring against it, waiting for the text, afraid, wanting it to come and yet not wanting it to come too, His cheeks felt flushed his head full of recriminations. This was wrong, he shouldn't do this, he really shouldn't do this. The bleep when it came was sudden, it made him jump, his heartbeat leaping to the sound, almost dropping the phone in his fright. He opened the message, his fingers trembling in an extension of the fear that was gripping him, his head buzzing as he read the message. "Have you done what I've told you to do?" There was no signature, just the one anonymous questioning line, no room for discussion. Trying to text in an attempt to stop his fingers from trembling in a tarantella on the screen and correcting his misspelled mistakes as he wrote his short reply, then he stopped and hovered over the send button. He should ignore it, not send it, just forget it all, there was still time to stop all this. He was breathing swiftly, panting, the fear fuelling his nervousness. He glanced down at the phone again, resolving not to send it, but then the heat from his trembling finger barely touching the screen triggered the reply and in a screaming anguish inside his head he saw it as it was sent. He got up wringing his hands, the fear growing and growing inside him, he couldn't do this, he couldn't, he just couldn't go ahead with it, he already felt humiliated by the very thought. His mobile beeped again in speedy response raising his already frantic heartbeat to even greater heights, he was almost too terrified to read that next text, yet deep down that arousal fuelled by that mixture of emotions was making him tingle wantonly between his legs. Quivering he opened the next message. "Go to the front door, unlock it and stand in the hall with your back to it, text when you are waiting for me, then put your phone down on the floor and stand with your eyes closed. Don't disobey me if you know what's good for you." There was a roaring sound in his ears, his face burning, his insides a turmoil. He should lock all the doors and run upstairs to hide, call the police even, or at least ignore that text. He walked on legs of jelly into the hallway drawn as if by some controlling force, slowly to the front door. He looked at the yale lock his pulse pounding in his ears, not wanting to, yet somehow unable to stop himself he reached out his truly trembling hand to it. He was too scared to look out of the window, his eyes focussed on the lock, battling with his own mind which was telling him, shouting at him, screaming at him to stop, not to do it. His fingers touched the handle and letting out a tiny whimper he clicked it down unlocking it, the thumping of his heart seemingly increasing to the sound. Turning away from the door in mental anguish, knowing he mustn't, he couldn't, he shouldn't, this was wrong yet still he was unable to stop himself following the instructions. His reply was short, one word, his fingers, his brain, trembling too much to think more. "Ok." He quiveringly put the phone down on the floor by his stocking clad feet and stood there, eyes tightly shut, shaking, listening for every minute sound. The handle going down and the door opening softly was sudden, he had heard no sound of approaching footsteps, it increased still, his level of now abject fear and yet it combined with the maddening tingle in his sex to make him feel weak and submissive. The first touch was soft, gentle almost, the blindfold sliding over his face into position, the tie behind his head securing it tightly, no word was spoken. He felt his right wrist taken, his quivering hand obvious, the fastening and binding of it to his left wrist, done swiftly, securely, yet not roughly in an almost erotic, hypnotic possession. The ball gag placed against his lips surprised him a second, then he remembered, the threats they'd chatted about. He felts his lips being pushed apart, the ball touching his teeth, then his mouth inexorably opening to its invasion until it slipped inside. Smaller than he had dreaded, yet pressing down against his tongue, his lips closing around it as the straps tightened behind his head, pulling it deeper, effectively preventing any attempt at speech. He stood there virtually incapacitated, seemingly alone for a few minutes, the only sounds the soft rustle of movement from the quietly exploring invader going from room to room. Suddenly the hypnotic control subsided, the full realisation of his situation, his bondage and his vulnerability dawning on him. He began to struggle, wrist pulling against wrist, wriggling his hands to find any possible looseness to gain his release, but the bindings were unyielding. He tried to call, to make some noise as he wriggled, but the gag stifled his attempts leaving him to nothing but muffled groans, his fear growing more by each second. Where, what, was he being robbed, what, what, the total black unknown terrified him beyond belief, dressed as he was, bound as he was, he was close to losing his mind. He felt a hand on his arm, it held him tightly for a minute until he calmed a little, then it began to gently pull him, leading him somewhere. They stopped, he felt disorientated, no idea where he was, it made him feel so scared that he was almost tearful, when suddenly he became aware of warm breath against his face. He gasped inwardly at the feel of the lips touching his own around his ball gag and then becoming somehow aware that a tongue was touching the ball, licking it softly, its' tip sometimes touching his lips too. Hands slipped around him as the erotic kiss continued making him whimper submissively, in a defenceless, vulnerable, arousal. They continued on, exploring, touching, up over his chest, then down over his dress, finding its' hem as they stroked down against his legs, then sliding up his thighs beneath it and all the while the lips and tongue played over and around the ballgag in playful kisses. He seemed rooted to the spot, unable to stop this controlling visitor, he should have tried to step away, to try to raise his knees in defence, but the hypnotic effect of touch, blindness and silence mesmerised him. He sensed a body heated against his own as the hands slid up over his bum, palms warm against him as they slid further in their search for the waistband of his tights. He suddenly realised what was happening too, sensing the exploring fingers search. As they discovered what they'd been looking for, he felt them then, fingers and thumbs gripping the elastic edge and inexorably pulling as the nylon of his tights were drawn slowly down over his bum. Slowly almost gently, but unstoppably down over his hips in their journey down his legs. They had both known in their own way that the one still unfettered area of his freedom was his ankles and the visitor was keen to address that, keen for total immobilisation of his prey, the tights in their loose bondage to become a restriction there too, preventing flight from the fright bubbling through him. Trying to step blindly away his tights prevented the movement of his ankles, whimpering now in the swift realisation that he'd allowed himself to become drawn into further bondage, his body trembling so much he was swaying in his fear. The hands gripped him tightly, suddenly strong now, he thought he was falling, he squeaked, stiffening in expectation of hitting the floor, but he was under the visitor's complete control, the fall hadn't happened and in a few minutes of movement and adjustment he realised that he was across their knees. His bottom was in the air, his head downwards almost touching the floor, depending fully on and in total reliance of the visitor holding him, preventing his crash against that hard floor. An arm was around him now holding him tightly on the visitors lap, the other hand slowly raising his dress, slowly revealing the satin pink panties to their eyes. He was trembling more again now, knowing what was to come, knowing it was what the visitor wanted. The cool air was tickling his satin panties, the burning embarrassment making him whimper softly as he felt his dress tucked around his waist and the hand, soft and warm sliding over those shiny soft panties that he'd been told to wear. The visitor took their time in mild exploration, knowing that the soft touch was arousing them both, then the first slap, it came as a shock to him, making him jump, gasp into his ballgag. The visitor adjusted his other hand slipping it up between his legs, slipping over his clit, clit was what the visitor made him call it, it was soft in fear yet it tingled in arousal too almost begging for that touch. The spanking began slowly, causing heat and building the sensation of pain softly and all the while the fingers touched and tickled his clit, confusing his feelings from pain to pleasure. Slowly almost imperceptibly the spanking became harder, he was whimpering more and more, it was painful now, each stroke hurting more, he tried to beg to stop but couldn't, to wriggle free from it, any attempt to evade but all to no avail. It seemed relentless, never ending, all knowledge of time and space were gone, just a focus on that spanking until as much to his shock as anything, he realised tears were running down his cheeks and suddenly everything seemed lost, he could feel himself breaking down and before he knew it he was sobbing in floods of tears. Only then did the visitor stop, the hand softly moving again over his satin panties, the fingers tickling his clit remorselessly. When his sobs subsided and the whimpering arousal resumed, the visitor gently slid him to the floor, he lay on his side in a near foetal position. The voice, was sudden, breaking the silence, it made him jump. It was electronic, yet soft and ungendered almost frighteningly alien in his ear "Good girl," the synthesised sound almost feminine hiding any clue to its owner, there was a pause, the quiet closing in again then, "Leanne, do you want my cock?" the words were spoken slowly, a whispering silicon gender less sound invoking fear, threat and yet that stupid submissive excitement. He was trembling again, the insufferable arousal growing until he found himself nodding almost imperceptibly,... "Leanne?" The questioned sound but a buzzing vibration in his head. He nodded again almost fearfully. The electronic voice no more than a whisper, a breath in his ear, "You know you must earn it Leanne." Again the pause, the silence making the words eat into his brain, "I have some presents for you first." The silence seemed to go on longer this time, a silence leaving him quivering at the frightening thoughts created by those words that were going round and round in his head. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" That electronic voice sounding almost evil now. It was sending his heartbeat fluttering in that mixture of dread, fear and excitement that they both knew he couldn't escape from. Inside his head he was screaming, no, no you must, you can't, stop it don't do it, but then he nodded, almost imperceptibly, a fearful trembling nod. A hand slid over his bare leg and he felt himself turned onto his back, the carpeted floor against his heated buttocks. Fingers slipped over the satin panties and finding the waist sliding them slowly down to his thighs, slowly, maddeningly slowly, revealing his fearful flaccid, yet maddeningly tingling almost throbbing "clit." He felt the visitor's fingers touching him there, lifting, feeling, it made him shrink in fear of what might happen, yet the top of his clit tingled in wanton desire almost begging to be stroked. Something was touching him, slipping over him there, a tight ring through which his sex was pushed and pulled, the discomfort in his testicles as they too were squeezed and pushed through, he knew now, he suddenly remembered, a terrible realisation that this was the threatened chastity the visitor had chatted so persuasively about.He couldn't suppress that gasped moan into the ballgag at the eroticism of what was now actually happening, yet deep down, the awful implications of it frightened him enormously. Again that disorientated electronic voice, that whispering his ear, the sound instilling fear by its disembodiment. "You love this don't you Leanne?" He whimpered, then moaned again to the touch as it teased him, then stopping. "Don't you Leanne?" The words were enforced waiting his reply. He couldn't stop his slight nod, as he felt himself almost panting into his ballgag. "Good girl." Each electronic word only seeming to increase his trepidation His clit felt enclosed now, trapped in something plastic which was tight, restricting, preventing, yet building his arousal at the feeling. The hands slipped around and behind his head, they slid over and found the tie on his blindfold. "So you can see, Just for a little while Leanne." The words seemed to buzz directly in his ear. He felt the tie undone, the blindfold move, the curtains were drawn and the room was in shadows, yet the sudden brightness from the tiny focussed spotlight made him squint, as he blinked nervously through the glare. In deep shadows, the figure, for that was all he could see, seemed to be masked, the frightening almost inhuman features covering the shape and gender hidden beneath it. The electronic sounds frightening him even more. "Watch Leanne, watch as I posses your little clit forever." He whimpered in his terror now, looking down at the terrible terrifying pink plastic chastity enclosing him, the focus of that tiny spotlight, seeing the hands as they appeared almost from nowhere, threading the open lock through the link that would hold it tightly together, then slowly in that blinding silence, the tiny click of its closure like the clang of a prison door in his head at the certain realisation of the visitors threat, the possessing of him. He whimpered more now unable to stifle the moaning submissive whimper as the visitor slid their hands over their possession, the yearning wanton desperation for touch and release growing by the second, making him tremble and beg uselessly into his ballgag. "Now You're mine Leanne." The robotic words fuelled his frightened submissive excitement. He watched trembling as the figure's hands reached down and pulled his pink satin panties back up, covering his chastity, yet enhancing its eroticism as he was framed in the slippy material. "Remember my promises Leanne?" The voice seemed almost disconnected from the figure kneeling over him. "Remember." He began to pant in abject fear now, surely the visitor didn't mean... surely it was all fantasy, he was scared, very scared. The visitor reached out of sight behind him, the glint of the small stainless steel box appearing in his hand. He was trembling more and more now, unable to bring his eyes from the terror he prayed was not inside. The box clicked open in the visitor's steady hand, the lid hiding the contents as fingers dipped inside. The appearance of the syringe in shining reflection of the dim light nearly made him faint, his heartbeat skyrocketing, whimpering, trying to form words begging in a mumbling terrified scream into the silencing gag.............. The visitor had teased him online many times, arousing him in so many ways, but when the drug was mentioned it had frightened him beyond belief. The drug, the white drug, the drug that drew you in creating utter dependency and total addiction, a total addiction that the visitor threatened would be used to control and exploit him. But that had all just been online chat, just play, the visitor just teasing his arousal, wouldn't do it for real, wouldn't, wouldn't....couldn't..... nooo.. the terror was gripping his very soul. The electronic voice buzzed in his ear again, "You can't wait can you Leanne? You know you can't wait, Just imagine what this will make you feel like as I take you, you will be hooked immediately, addicted, never free, mine, begging me for your next fix, doing anything I tell you just to get it." The visitor put the syringe down where he could see it, its evil contents glinting in reflection of the spotlight as he took the strap from the box. Gently wrapping it round the forearm of his prisoner, bound and gagged, totally helpless, screaming in silence as he struggled, heaving on his bonds striving in his madness to wriggle free. The visitor slowly pulling the strap tight around his arm as he fought uselessly, his brain in terrified overdrive in the terrible realisation that he had allowed himself to be placed in this position of unyielding bondage, incapable of preventing this evil possession of his very soul. "Watch, Leanne, watch as I make you my gay slut, my prostitute sissy." The syringe was in the visitors hand, moving closer and closer to the vein, now throbbing in his arm. He was squeaking continually, his body trembling, quivering all over, struggling in mad fear terrified at the glinting sharpness of the needle moving closer and closer, until suddenly he stilled in an awful deathly anticipation. He wanted to close his eyes, to believe this was all a nightmare, a horrible terrifying dream, the needle touched him, punctured his skin, a droplet of blood formed, the tip pushing gently deeper, entering the swollen vein. It was stinging, he watched helplessly as the plunger slowly depressed to the bottom. He was screaming, screaming inside his head, as he saw the drug pumped into him. The visitor slowly withdrawing the now empty syringe, dabbing the spot gently with the cotton wool he produced from nowhere. "Now Leanne, now feel me release the excitement into your body, prepare to give yourself to me Leanne." The visitor gently reached for the strap around his arm, the strap they both knew was all that stood between him and the terrible terrifying possessing drug flooding his system. The endless screaming in his head descending into whimpers as he shivers unable to do anything but watch. "Watch Leanne, watch." That electronic, evil evil, hateful sound. The strap suddenly frees in the visitors hand, the drug jetting into his bloodstream, flooding through him. His arm feels suddenly hot, his head like it would explode, his heartbeat trebling, the drug coursing through his veins demanding more and more adrenalin. "You will love it Leanne, you WILL love it, want more and more, so so easy to become addicted and you are already, aren't you, my sissy prostitute slut." The robot voice seemed to form in visions of robots in a white brightness. Robots with cocks, huge cocks, pulsing machines. In that dream the visitor seemed to stand, open a robe an erect thing appearing huge and throbbing to his eyes. Somehow he was on his knees, was he on his knees, the gag was gone, he felt sick, his head against the floor, his body on fire, every touch like it was a hundred times the sensation. He was sure his panties were being pulled down, not that he really knew, he could only feel the burning cool, the sensation of it all. What was the noise, the girlish, whimpering, whimpering, moaning. He felt something rubbing between his cheeks, something hot, burning against him, opening him, the pain was somewhere, such a strange strange pain, a great black beast was on him, riding him. He thought his head would explode, the moaning louder and louder, fuelling his confusion, the feelings inside him like nothing he'd ever felt before, every nerve in his body vibrating to it. Then the sudden blackness rushing upon him in nauseous waves of oblivion as he collapsed on the floor in the sleep of stupor, fired by nightmares of sexual frenzies in his head. In his waking moment, his tongue felt huge, swollen, dry, his head throbbing, eyes glued together, squinting in the dim light as he lay there naked on the rug. Naked save for the cuffs still behind him and the terrible pink chastity still gripping him. He squinted, peeped, trying to focus, there was a noise in the background, it was the television, he lay there for a while, just listening, he didn't know how long, not making sense of the sound until his head cleared a little. Then realising by the groans and moans that it must be sex, he peeped again, struggling to focus, the picture cleared a little, two men appeared to be on another, a small man between them, tied, struggling to get free, was he dreaming still. He moved his head to look around, his head hurt and it was a struggle to see further than the television in front of him, that television, those pictures, those awful pictures, dominating his waking moments. The feet when he saw them,, were bare, feet and legs, bare, it was all he could see. "I'm glad you're awake at last Leanne, my gay little sissy slut, I've been waiting patiently for you, we are going to have so much fun now, aren't we?" the voice breathed, his terror returning at the words and its electronic inhumanity as he found himself quivering, trembling with a cold cold fear. ................................... The feet moved, the visitor standing up, walking silently over to me, I was trying to swallow, my throat so dry, lips feeling somehow swollen, I tried to speak, to beg to be freed, inside my head I was pleading to be released, but I could hardly manage a croak. The robot voice buzzed again, "Your throat is so dry isn't it slut, you're gasping for a drink now aren't you? but don't worry baby, I'm going to take you for a drink." The visitor reached down, a hand slipping under my arm, lifting me to my feet "Come on slut, stand up, there's a good girl." I tottered weakly against the visitor, the arm around me holding me upright, guiding me along on legs I could hardly feel. My head was down, I felt so tired and terribly afraid too, that fear bubbling constantly inside me. I hadn't looked at the visitor, hadn't wanted to, hadn't dared. We walked out of the lounge through the hall and the kitchen into the extension, the extension I had told my online Dom about, built for visitors with its privacy door and its lock and key, housing the bedsit with its double bed and ensuite wet room. So far unused, but stupidly offered to him as a place to stay. The visitor lead me across the bedroom, the wooden floor cool on my bare feet, then into the tiled silver and black wet room. On the shelf beside me I saw a pink collar, a dogs collar, a slaves collar, the shiny silver dangling label engraved, slut. "A present for you slut." The electronic voice was chilling, its every word terrorising me. The visitor slowly let me slide to the floor, my trembling legs too weak to support me, the hands lifting my chin and the collar sliding cooly around my neck, it's buckle tightening it around me. The visitor showed me the little silver padlock, dangling it in front of my eyes, before using it to lock the collar in place. I was quivering now, as if cold, but it wasn't the cold, it was the abject fear at what was happening to me, my abject fear at being unable to stop it. I croaked a soft whimper through my dry swollen lips, a whimper was all I could manage to plead for my release. Magically the visitor produced a chain, like a dogs lead, its steel links shining in the light from the sunken lights in the ceiling. Struggling now, finding some strength from somewhere I tried to wriggle my wrists free of the cuffs behind me, whilst pulling away from him, trying to evade the clipped end of the chain I knew was to be fastened to that damned collar, but it wasn't enough and the robot voice chuckled at the sound of the clip fastening. "Good girl, now we have to fix you fast haven't we?" I could have wept, could have cried my eyes out in the frustrated weakness I felt, how could I have let this happen to me, how could I have allowed myself to be treated this way by this, this visitor who yet seemed to arouse and possess me so easily, why had I done it why hadn't I said no, fought him off, stopped him. The ring in the wall by the skirting board was new, I hadn't put it there, I had never seen it before, I followed the hand as it slid along the chain, my brain wooly and slow unable to understand, the spring clip on its other end sliding into the hand and with a sure finality the visitor brought it down and clipped it into the ring. "There now my slut, look at me." That terrible inhuman voice made me quiver afraid to, yet eventually obeying its command and I slowly looked up at my captor. The visitor was hooded, a black shining rubber hood, a jutting metallic mesh where the mouth was, the head and faceless features almost inhuman, terrifying. I whimpered again in my fear, then tearing my eyes away from that primeval mask, I glanced down. Omg I gasped, The visitor was wearing my own dressing gown, the one from behind my bedroom door upstairs, the bedroom I shared with my wife, the wife who was in work that day, unaware of her stupid husband's plight. I wriggled harder now, pulling at my bonds, oh my god I have to get free, I have to stop this, awful thoughts were rushing around my brain. The visitor undid the dressing gown, turning to hang it on a hook by the door, his body lithe and muscular, turning back his cock thick and heavy swayed before my eyes. "I promised you a drink didn't I, my little gay slut?" I was gasping nervously now, my cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, wanting to tell him, no no I'm not gay I'm not, I'm a married man, yet I was unable to take my eyes off the visitors full manhood as I knelt there chained in front of him. "You can't wait can you slut?" That inhuman voice was dragging me in and suddenly all I could see, all I could focus on was the visitors cock. I was confused, I knew what was coming and it terrified me, yet my own stupid clit began tingling and throbbing in its pink plastic prison. "Leanne? Look at your Master." It was the first time he had used my online name, whimpering, my tongue trying to wet my dry swollen lips, I looked up at him. He held his cock now in both hands, slipping back his foreskin revealing that hot purple head, its eye pointing at me. When he began to pee, it took me by surprise, up to then it had been a slow motion almost erotic hypnotic revealing of his sex, then his hot urine hit me. It cascaded down my face making me blink, my eyes stinging, I jerked back in revulsion, in horror at this terrible debasement, he played his jet, controlling it as he did, down over my chest and for seconds over my entrapped chastity, then he stopped. "Oh but Leanne you are thirsty aren't you." I shook my head in a terrified no, but he had threatened this many times in our on line conversations. He brought his big cock closer and closer to my face until it touched my lips, it's heat a burning kiss as I tried evading him but I'd come to the end of the small freedom the chain had allowed me. "Open your mouth Leanne, kiss me properly my little slut." I was whimpering, gasping, trying to stop it, anything to prevent it, but eventually my lips opened to him "Good girl Leanne." i whimpered loudly, then his flow began again, the jet of hot acrid urine, pouring over my tongue, hitting the back of my mouth. "Swallow, Leanne, drink, drink your Masters wine." The head of his penis went further into my mouth until I was gulping, choking and burping on his unstoppable fountain as it poured down my throat, filling my empty stomach. I have no idea how long he peed in me, no idea that his cock was growing and stiffening as he did it until I was debased, broken and utterly lost to him. I felt so thankful that the horrible experience had stopped that I didn't realise that his now hot stiff manhood was sliding back and fore over my tongue, deeper and deeper into my mouth, until the sudden realisation that his now engorged cock was each time hitting the back of my throat. "You want your Master's seed inside you don't you Leanne, my little gay slut." I gagged trying to say no, to pull away, to scream for him to stop it, nooo, Nooo, I'm not gay, I'm a married man I don't want this. But he was holding me now, using my mouth, plunging his stiffness in and out pushing further at each thrust, his mushroom head throbbing full and ready. He was breathing deeply, yet he was in control, dominating me, his electronic voice talking in short sentences building my terror as he spoke. "I'm going to feed you my cum Leanne, ejaculate down your throat, fill your stomach where you will digest it, your body will gobble it up, you won't be able to stop it as it, enters your blood stream. you'll know, you'll feel it as it transports my seed to every cell of your body. My orgasm, my power my presence, my genetic code, it will penetrate every fragment of your flesh and become a part of it.i will possess you Leanne, you are going to be mine, my gay slut Leanne." I was screaming inside, wildly panicked, nooo noooo he couldn't, he couldn't, he musnt. He held me tight thrusting deep into me, stopping my breath choking me and suddenly he was coming, great spurts of his semen ejaculating into me and I couldn't stop him I just couldn't stop him, the terrible thoughts of his words coursing through me as I swallowed it all unable to stop it, my body begging for breath making me almost suck every last drop of his masterful dominating seed. He finally pulled his wilting cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath in complete debased horror as he wiped it over my lips. "Good girl Leanne, I can see you loved that, didn't you." His bare foot was between my legs, lifting my entrapped clit with his toes, my own sticky dribble a crazy unbelievable embarrassing evidence that I'd responded to him even though I was sure I'd hated every second of what he done, I felt odd, confused a nervous submissiveness sweeping over me. "You are gay now Leanne, a homosexual, you'll yearn for cock, but don't worry I'll make sure you get plenty, I know lots of men who are going to love to fuck a sissy like you. Women won't excite you at all anymore, will they? But don't worry about your lovely wife, she's going to be mine now and I promised you a replacement too and you'll meet her soon" the laughter was all the more evil with that terrible tone less electronic voice. ************************************************************* The shower when it came on surprised me, he had the shower head in his hand and played the spray up and down over my body, I blinked, recoiling in my shock and looked up at him, the shower gel squirted at me. "I like a clean sissy." I just hated that alien electronic voice so much, but I knelt there in front of him only too glad to be rid of the smell of his urine. He kept the spray going until the soap suds had gone, then turned it off, before taking the pink towel my wife and I had chosen so carefully for the ensuite. He wiped me awkwardly with it until he finally unclipped the chain and pulled me to my feet where I quivered weakly, in fearful humiliation as he finished drying me all over! My arms felt dead, cramped and aching as he pulled me out from the wet room and over to the bed, in my head I was screaming, let me go, stop this, you've had your fun, but in reality I felt weak and unable to struggle and all I could manage was a few whimpered words. He ignored them and with a swift movement had me on my back on the bed, my cuffed wrists trapped beneath me. "This is when I have to sedate you Leanne, I won't put you to sleep but I don't want you wriggling and damaging my property." That hateful robot sound again. I had no idea what he meant I felt confused, the effect of the white drug still making my brain wooly and slow. I was still battling with the meaning of his words when I saw the needle, the very sight of it striking terror into me, I squeaked wriggling and writhing in a terrified horror afraid of another dose of that poison. "Don't worry Leanne, I know you love it, but we won't waste your special medicine on this, you are only having a harmless sedative for now, there will be plenty of time for you to have your fun later." That laugh that terrible laugh such a horrible evil rendition made worse by the electronic synthesiser. He half climbed onto the bed, on top of me, the syringe in his right hand, his knee on my chest holding me down. The dressing gown, my dressing gown which I saw he was again wearing, opened revealing his stiffening manhood as it did so. I felt his cock touching my side, hot and hard as he leaned over. My head was full, buzzing, a mixture of terror, hate, loathing coursing through me, carefully, slowly he pushed the needle into my upper arm. The sedative made me relax almost immediately, all tension seeming to flow out of my body, leaving me lying there in an unfeeling comatosed daze. I knew from my online chats that the visitor, this man, this master, was a man of learning. He seemed important, well to do and his knowledge of human anatomy and emotion had often lead me to suspect that he was a doctor at least. His actions bore out my suspicions as it was obvious that he knew his way around drugs and his methods were practiced and professional. In our chats he had teased me with threats of many things that he said he would do to me, he had told me I would have no choice and this had thrilled aroused and excited me. Of course it was all online thrills, so distant from real life, it was just sexy fun. The trouble was the more we chatted the more I came to only think of him and I knew my marriage was struggling because of it. He had asked for my email addresses, my phone numbers, my home address and I'd submissively given them to him. Then over a period of a couple of weeks he'd asked for all my wife's details too, her email her phone, everything. At first I'd refused, at first I'd said no, but he excited me and aroused me so much I'd given in and given them to him. I sensed that he had begun to chat to her, even actually ringing her and telling her about me. I said before I wasn't gay, it was true, I'd never fancied men, I loved my wife, yes I'd dressed up in private, but like so many closet dressers, but it didn't involve men. Just my own private fun. That is until I started chatting to people on the Internet. I'm a natural submissive, I have always been and after getting the arousal from chatting to a dominant person on line it became a drug. At first I sought out dominant women, but they were few and almost always only interested in making money, until one day I'd started chatting to a man. It had been fun and curiously had given me similar arousals to my previous chats, yet still I adamantly felt that this had no bearing on my sexuality. A day had come, however when I had had a very torrid time in work and at home, losing my job with the resultant rows with my wife. I dressed as an escape, I'm sure cross dressers are into escapism from life's struggles, but this particular day it seemed I needed more than that and I made the mistake of going on line dressed and already feeling submissive and I admit a little aroused. It was coincidence, pure coincidence that He came across me in that chat room and we began to chat. He told me that he never usually went into the chat room and he encouraged me to give him my messenger details so that we could communicate easier. From that day on he gradually eroded my entire life, sending me little presents, making me do things and asking for pictures to prove I'd done them. We chatted and texted every day. Of course I was in control of my own mind, wasn't I? No, he was slowly taking over my every waking thought, it was he that made me think of myself as a sissy, believe that I was a sissy. He sent me pictures in moments of my heightened arousal, sissy pictures at first. Then slowly he dragged me in further, with pictures of men's cocks and men with men and during those erotic arousing oh so sexy chats just as he knew he had me close to climax he made me say I was gay. It was a lie, I knew it was, I wasn't gay, I was battling inside my head to reject the merest thought, but he groomed me more and more until the very sight of an erect cock aroused me. It was then he told my wife I was gay, she didn't believe him, she asked me if I was and I laughed in rejection of the very thought, until he copied small parts of my chats to her. He was very clever he edited them well making it look as if I was telling him what I was. She was horrified and even though I promised and told her it was all nonsense, just a game, she had lost trust in me. She made me sleep in the little single bedroom rejecting me from our bed and stupidly I told him, just as I stupidly told him everything. He chatted to me there at night on my own in my little bed, chatted to me, teasing me until I climaxed to him. I tried then to give him up, I tried and tried, really hard I tried, but like a drug I couldn't do without him. In going back to him he knew he had broken me, he knew he had a control over me and unable to stop myself I had agreed to his visit. Now here I was, at his mercy and regretting it, my life about to be destroyed, I was about to lose my wife, lose everything and all because of my own stupid cross dressing fantasies. These thoughts rumbled round and round in my brain as he left the room and returned, case in hand. He placed it on the stand I had carefully constructed inside the bedroom door, then he opened it. The rows of vials and bottles glinted in the light as I looked dreamily at them, my eyes blinking slowly, sleepily, this is all just a dream a sexy nightmare, darkness was closing around me, I wanted to rest my eyes' just rest them a bit, a tiny doze and it would all be gone. I relaxed completely mmmm so sleepy. It was all a dream, wasn't it? I stretched,my eyes still closed, my arms sliding around my naked body, the sheet over me making me feel somehow cosy and content. All just a dream, but God what a sexy dream, phew I wish I could just turn dreams on and off, it would make me look forward to going to bed. I came too a little further, my chest felt funny, sort of tight, a pressure almost as if something had hit me there, a band of tightness, it felt odd. I must have slept awkwardly and I slid my hands over myself to rub away the ache. My chest seemed swollen, I knew I had male boobs, they had developed over the years, but somehow now they felt more pronounced, bigger, that felt so weird, I must still be dreaming. My fingers grazed my nipples as I moved, it made me gasp. They were erect, stiff, sticking out like little thumbs, like nothing I'd ever felt before and I suddenly realised that they were itching madly. I turned laying there on my back, they were touching the sheet over me, rubbing on it. I brought my fingers to them, starting to rub them, tug at them,they seemed so big, so sensitive, I just had to scratch their itch. The feeling was throbbing right down into my tummy, into my groin and as I rubbed them the stiffer they got the urge growing more and more, my sex tingling as I did so. I opened my eyes, what the hell was I doing, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, trying to give myself a shake but my head was going round and round. On the bedside table beside me was a glass of water, a bottle two thirds full beside it, my Lips were feeling so dry, my throat too feeling suddenly strained and painful as I tried to swallow. I picked up the glass, my hand trembling so much I had to use both hands to steady it. The first sip, the taste metallic but the coolness in my throat beautifully soothing. I drank, draining it quickly. My head was at least clearing a little, awkwardly and still trembling I poured another and drank it too, I'd never felt so thirsty before, the third glass was half finished when I noticed the clock, it said 4pm. The sight shook me to my senses, crikey my wife would be home by 5.30, but where was he? Had it all been a dream, but no he must have gone, left me when I went to sleep. I tried to pull myself together, there wasn't time to wonder about him anyway, I just had to hurry, I didn't have long to get myself straight and to tidy up whatever mess he'd left. Weakly, still trembling all over, I threw the sheet back to get out of bed, my head was spinning, but I stood, my legs like jelly, holding on to the bedside table for support. Gradually I felt a little better and straightened to walk towards the door telling myself to get moving. Suddenly I caught a sight of my self in the mirror as I did so. I froze, the double take leaving me staring at my reflection. Omg what had he done to me? The pink chastity its noticeable colour still locked, enclosing my sex, but worse than that, it seemed that I had boobs, small boobs, real boobs, not man boobs but curving female ones. They weren't large but they were noticeable and protruding and capped by erect dark swollen nipples. I almost fainted, it was impossible it couldn't be. I wanted to touch them, to feel them again, they couldn't be real. I Shook myself to try and pull myself together, I didn't have time for this, five minutes had gone already, I'd have to cover them, hide them from her until I had time to investigate, but right now I had to hide the evidence of his visit. I got to the door, my heart already thumping with the shock of seeing myself and trying to steady my nerves I grabbed the handle. I pulled it, still walking ready to go through it as I did so. I banged into the door, it had remained closed, a surge of fear ran through me and I rattled the knob pulling trying to get it open. I heard a muffled voice, then footsteps on the other side of the door, my heartbeat rising dramatically, noo noo, he was surely gone, please god he couldn't still be here! The key entered the lock on the other side, it's rattle and click making me totter back towards the bed, looking for somewhere to hide. The door began to open and I grabbed the towel still draped over the end of the bed holding it in front of me to try to cover my humiliating nakedness. He walked in, fully dressed, smart trousers, shiny black shoes, expensive white shirt and blue tie. I was blushing before he even spoke. "Did you enjoy your sleep Leanne, it seems my sedative was too strong for my little gay slut." "What have you done to me" I started to say, but my voice sounded funny, high pitched, squeaky,my throat was tight. I tried again until I was almost whispering to make my words clear. He laughed, "well that's a success" then in a swift movement he pulled my towel out of my grasp leaving me standing there naked. I let out a squeak trying to use my hands to hide myself, he slapped them down, "behave yourself Leanne, or I'll cuff you again." He spat. I should have hit back at him then, should have pushed him away, told him to go, leave me alone. In truth I felt so weak and totally submissive that all I did was stand there meekly obedient in front of him, my hands quivering to my sides, looking down at his shiny shoes. "Mmmm, good." His hands reached out as he spoke, touching, stroking and lifting those frighteningly, unwelcome, breasts protruding from my chest. It felt so weird, his fingers moving to my nipples which were idiotically and uncontrollably throbbing and erect. His touch was sending mad sensations through my body into the pit of my tummy, my little cock in its pink prison tingling madly in response. I couldn't control the whimper as he did it and the smile on his face told me he knew exactly what it was doing to me. "Let me explain Leanne, just to make things clear in your silly little head." His voice was quiet yet strong, as if telling something to a child " I told you I was going to give you breasts, after all, men love breasts and they'll love yours too Leanne. You are very lucky, you have had an innovative non invasive procedure, still very much on trial. You have had injections all around your breast and nipple areas, the injections are a natural Aloe based compound. He was stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples as he spoke, keeping me quivering in slack jawed arousal unable to move, hardly able to take in his terrible words. "Aloe In this form is a healing combining gel and it has been injected directly into the fatty tissue in your chest. It does two things, it combines with the cells of your body where it's been injected and it is very strongly hygroscopic. In fact over a period of twenty four to forty eight hours it should more than treble in size as it absorbs water from your body, becoming a stiff jelly like consistency throughout your own fatty breast tissue. You should have size D breasts quite quickly and if we aren't happy with that, then it's a simple procedure to increase them further." I whimpered in a squirming mixture of total horror yet I was so aroused at his touch as he gently pinched and plucked my nipples. He went on, warming to his subject, seeing me so weak in his grip and enjoying explaining his evil brilliance "In addition the beauty of this Aloe compound is I can mix any chemical with it and it can store it for a very slow and continuous absorption into your body." He was smiling, his eyes glinting, "just for you, Leanne, my sexy little gay sissy, I've mixed a high dosage of female hormones, to develop your effeminate side and for a little additional fun, a highly illegal drug that greatly enhances your libido. Or in other words will make you want sex all the time my little slut." And he laughed, that horrible evil laugh of his. I nearly fainted then, at the thought of what he said combined with the terrible teasing of my seemingly growing throbbing nipples.I ended sitting on the side of the bed as he stood there smiling. "You, you can't it it's impossible," I squeaked, my voice small and I put my hand to my throat which felt curiously tight. "Oh yes I can and I have Leanne." He looked cross that I'd questioned him " and what's more I've injected you in the cheeks of your bottom and I've given you a little nick in your voice box " My eyes opened wide in shock, my hand feeling oddly small as I massaged my throat, my gasped "noo" a childishly small pitched voice. "Yes Leanne, but don't worry, I've only given you a small injection in the cheeks of your bottom, to fill you out a little, after all we don't want a big assed waddling sissy do we?" That evil laugh so embarrassingly humiliating. Swallowing and trying to speak slower, softer, in a vain attempt to lower my stupidly high pitched tones "my voice, what can I do about my voice, omg what will my wife, my my umm Hazel say" I sounded like a sleazy boy girl and tears stung my eyes. "Shall we ask her Leanne?" He turned to walk to the door and I jumped up in a terrified panic "Omg omg she isn't here, she isn't here omg nooo." My childish voice made me sound stupid, but a truly terrifying humiliation was burning through me as I looked for somewhere to run somewhere to hide. He reached the chest of drawers by the door, pulling the third one open he took out a flimsy baby doll nightie and panties, throwing them to me. "Here, you'd better make yourself look respectable for her, quickly, put them on." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Whimpering, my face on fire, my body quivering in an almighty panic of humiliation, I had no choice, I needed something to hide behind, something to cover my glaring nudity with. I put on the flimsy sheer baby doll nightie and it's panties in a trembling nightmare of impending doom, then looking down at myself I felt I would die from the sheer embarrassment of my appearance, my feminised and chastised body teasingly framed by the humiliatingly slutty outfit. My brain screaming out in a terrible anguish filling my head at the thought of my lovely wife seeing me like me this. Satisfied with my reactions and seeing that his sissy was dressed ready, he turned to the door and opening it, going out he called her name, my wife's name, my lovely wife's name, he was calling for her whilst I stood there a quivering mess, wishing I was dead, in an indescribable mental anguish. The return was an accompanied footstep and shuffle outside the door which swung open until he came in with my wife, omg I could hardly bring myself to look at her, wishing the ground would swallow me up. I made a first terrifyingly humiliating glance up, she was standing there looking at me........it was my wife, well at least she was dressed as my wife, until I realised she was in fact a doll. An expensive type of sex doll, at first glance looking amazingly realistic and very much like my wife. I could have collapsed on the floor in relief, I can't tell you how relieved I was, the painful humiliation of her seeing me like this ebbed, and leaving me an emotional hell. "Well aren't you going to say hello to Hazel? Aren't you going to give her a kiss and tell her how glad you are to see her?" I looked at him, then her and then I remembered, it was just as he'd threatened in our chats online. "Go on, greet her." My embarrassment returned in a blush and I looked from him to her, where he held her up standing beside him, just as tall as him. "Hello love" my little voice almost a whisper, blushing red as I said it. "Come and give her a kiss, you have to give your wife a kiss when you see her, I shouldn't have to tell you that, now kiss your wife." I went over to the doll, feeling so weird on so many fronts, she was fully dressed and taller than me, I was wearing a teeny see through baby doll nightie and had to stand on my tiptoes to reach her. On top of that, now I had boobs, my nipples erect and my little throbbing cock imprisoned in that terrible pink prison. "Kiss her Leanne, kiss your wife." His voice was low and soft. I couldn't take my eyes off her face, there was a tightness a throbbing in my tummy and for some foolish reason I was feeling excited. "Kiss your wife Leanne, she wants you to kiss her, she expects you to kiss her, show her that you love her Leanne, now kiss her." I reached forward onto my tip toes and brought my lips gently to hers. "No Leanne, she's your wife, hold her, kiss her properly, she wants to feel you still love her." I stepped closer and he pushed her to me, making me put my arms around her before she fell. "Now kiss and cuddle your wife Leanne." His voice buzzed in my ear. The dolls eyes realistic, piercing looked into mine and I kissed her. Softly at first, then holding her tight to me, still on my toes, I kissed her harder. "Kiss her properly Leanne." The words seemed to float around my head, had he said it or had I thought it? Closing my eyes I pushed my tongue between her lips, I knew my wife didn't normally like me doing it, but my tongue is small and she had occasionally allowed me to push it between her lips for a special kiss. Her mouth opened then as we kissed and her own tongue slipped out surprising me as it emerged, soft, thick and yet stiff too, making my own tongue seem even smaller than ever. The stupid excitement, the foolish arousal was taking over and I found myself holding her tight against me and for some foolish reason I was sucking on her beautiful, horrid ever growing tongue in an increasingly passionate erotic kiss. My crazy boobs with my maddening nipples erect and throbbing, demanding attention as I rubbed them against her, moaning on her tongue in our embrace. "Slip your hand under your wife's skirt Leanne." She seemed more real by the second now and what he was telling me to do was wrong, I shouldn't be doing this to my wife in front of him like this. I hesitated a second, but then as always I couldn't help myself obeying him as my rising sexual excitement bubbled through me. I dropped one hand down her side, feeling for the hem of her skirt as I continued kissing her, sucking on her oh so sexy rude tongue, slipping my fingers beneath it, my hand sliding almost naturally upwards over her thigh. "Show me her knickers Leanne, show me your wife's sexy bottom." That voice was in my head again, that teasing arousing suggestive voice. I whimpered softly, entrapped in the kiss, which I stupidly couldn't seem to get enough of, rubbing my begging nipples harder and harder against her as I held her tightly. My hand slid upwards lifting her skirt, revealing her knicker clad bottom to him. "Your wife has such a pretty bottom Leanne, just begging to be fucked." The whisper seemed right in my ear, a buzz of jealousy tightening inside me. "Touch your wife's cunt Leanne, slip your fingers between her legs where she wants them." Panting in my excitement I slid my hand around between her legs, my fingers straying there. My little cock in its pink plastic prison pulsing and throbbing in a mixture of pain and arousal as my fingers slid over her knickers feeling the shape of her clitoris, erect and hard against my finger tips. Stupidly I found myself rubbing her almost expecting a wetness there. "She wants you Leanne, push her onto the bed Leanne." She moved we moved, sort of tottered and fell and somehow she was lying half on the bed, her feet still on the floor, her skirt around her waist, her lacy knickers in full view. "Pull your wife's knickers down Leanne, show me your wife's pussy, show me, you know you want to Leanne." Suddenly I was on my knees in front of her, unable to stop myself, sliding my hands up her legs, up to the waistband of her knickers. I was in a dream, it was real, she was lying there wanting, I slipped my quivering fingers under it and began to pull them down gently, over her hips. "That's it Leanne, show me your wife's pussy, reveal it to me, bare your wife to your master." Whimpering and panting, I was completely under his spell, I was pulling my wife's knickers down for him, showing her to him. I couldn't stop myself now, slowly I pulled them down her thighs, down her legs and off over her feet, her legs parting slightly as I did so, revealing her large stiffly erect clitoris and the tight lips of her sex. I gasped at the sight, my stupidly childish tone a chilling reminder of what he'd done to my voice. "Kiss it Leanne, she wants it, kiss it for her, kiss it. Lick your wife's cunt wet for her, you can see she's begging for it." Without even taking my eyes off her pussy, I crawled between her legs spreading them further as I did, in my head this was my wife and I could only focus on her there. "Kiss your wife, kiss her Leanne, lick her cunt for her." The words in my head pushed me on and I brought my lips down, kissing her stiffly erect clitoris and in seconds I was sucking it and kissing her there in a crazy stupid sexual fuelled ecstasy, my imprisoned cock throbbing and pulsing wantonly as I did so. I pushed my little tongue madly against her, her tight, tight lips hardly parting as I tried my best to probe through them to her inner sex. "You want to fuck your wife Leanne, don't you?" I was panting flushed in my excitement now. "Don't you Leanne?" I nodded "Yss" hardly trusting myself to think. "Do you want me to unlock you, so you can fuck your wife Leanne?" Those words enforced his control over me, my heartbeat rising as he said them. "Do you Leanne?" I nodded again "Yssss" "Then ask me nicely Leanne, beg you're Master to unlock you." I hardly hesitated, I was desperate for her, "Please, please Master, please unlock me." My stupid childish voice causing a terrible feeling of humiliation to course through my body even as I spoke those words. "That's a good girl, now stand in front of me Leanne" I stood excited like a stupid schoolgirl in front of him my hands to my sides. Slowly he pulled my panties down just enough to reveal that horrible pink prison, then taking a key from his pocket, he slid his hand beneath my trembling pink tube, steadily undoing the padlock before gently pulling it off my poor soft tingling cock. "There, there's your little clit Leanne, safe and sound,"His cool hand held me as he spoke. Then still holding me he picked up a tube of gel from the floor with his other hand, it looked like lubricant and it was opened as if prepared ready, In my excitement I tried to read the wording on it through his fingers and suddenly made out the word numbing on the tube too late to move. I gasped as he squeezed some onto me, it was icy cold and he spread it carefully all over my buzzing cock, almost freezing it, making me shrink even more. He dropped the tube and produced a packet, it said size - small, super thick, ultra safe condom on its label as he tore it open. The condom was a thick rubber, thicker than I'd ever seen before and I whimpered wriggling in embarrassment as he struggled in difficulty rolling it on to me, my cock half flaccid and almost too small for it as I strove to will myself bigger "Now I'll give you five minutes Leanne that should be ample time to fuck your wife, but hurry I'm setting the timer on my watch now." I turned back towards her feeling embarrassed and panicky and honestly with little or no feeling in my cock. I climbed up between her legs clumsily over her, looking down into her face with those piercing green eyes, her tongue still crudely out as if calling me to kiss her again. I did just that, dropping my right hand between my legs trying to masturbate myself into an erection as I did so.i struggled, willing my little cock to stiffen, finally persuading a little growth, it was tingling madly, but still mainly soft and I couldn't feel a thing through that horrible rubber. I readjusted my position, pushing my soft throbbing cock against her tight tight lips, using my fingers to try and push myself into her, I felt so frustrated. Spreading her legs further I began rubbing myself harder against those tight lips, using my hand, my fingers as a splint but my poor cock still refused to stiffen it just rubbed against her, she refusing to open, refusing me entry to her. "What's the matter Leanne, doesn't your wife excite you anymore, doesn't she turn you on, I can see your wife isn't giving you an erection is she?" He paused, letting it sink in as he watched me struggle in huge embarrassment. "I bet if it was an erect cock, a man's cock, you'd be much more excited Leanne." Idiotically, his words sent a small spasm of stupid humiliating excitement through me and watching my every move as closely as he was, he could see even the slightest effect. "I told you, you are a gay sissy Leanne, women don't excite you anymore, even your poor sexy wife's throbbing pussy isn't turning you on, is it?" I whimpered, panicking further, trying even harder to get my poor soft cock between the lips of her pussy. "Two minutes Leanne." I was getting more and more frustrated, almost in tears as I rubbed myself against her, humping against her stiff clitoris, my sorry soft cock tingling and yearning, yet if anything it was smaller now than when I started. "Your wife just doesn't turn you on does she Leanne? You need a man to make you cum, don't you Leanne? Thirty seconds." I was whimpering in frustration rubbing quicker, harder, trying everything, desperate to enter her, desperate to prove I was a man, desperate to cum. "Ok my gay little sissy, you've had your chance, come on girl, we'll have to look into other ways for you and your wife to have sex won't we?" He half lifted my quivering form off her, the rubber dropping from me,, fully revealing my cock a small soft numb thing between my legs as I began to sob, I couldn't help it all my emotions just came to the surface and I burst into tears. "Ahhhhhh, there, there, baby," he pulled me towards him "Now stand still for your master, there's a good girl." I just stood there crying stupidly, the mixture of emotions over the last hour had all become too much to bear and I just cried, broken, defeated, weak, frustrated and totally submissive. Through my tears I noticed the small shiny silver tube, less than half the size of the dreaded pink plastic prison. Slowly in my wrecked state a realisation formed in my befuddled brain and I let out a weak gasp of horror in my childish little voice, "Noooo" "Oh yes Leanne, yes." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He knelt in front of me pulling me closer to him as I whimpered through fresh tears, my fight seemingly gone out of me. Why oh why didn't I just kick him away then, why didn't I push him over, run out of the door, run, hide. I couldn't call the police, I knew I couldn't do that, I couldn't scream for help, they'd just take one look at me looking like that and think I was, I, I was, well a pervert, a sissy, a, a, a, gay man arguing with my lover, it would be merely a domestic in their eyes and they would smirk and laugh at me, I couldn't stand that humiliation. Anyway I was too scared to move, too weak and oh my god, I admit it, I felt too submissive to him, he had control over me and we both knew it. He slipped the metal ring around my stem, beneath my testicles, closing it tighter and tighter until it clicked shut gripping me painfully. The shiny curiously shaped silver tube with its odd little hole at the end was in his hand, hardly more than an inch long, I trembled to the core at the thought of it. He wriggled it over me, squeezing my testicles painfully at any sign of a stupid arousal until he had crammed me into it, pushing it closer and closer to the ring, pushing enclosing me tightly, oh so tightly until the pin slid between the two. I yelped in trembling whimpering terror, I couldn't survive like this, I couldn't, yet there was a pressure from that awful device tight against and beneath the head of it tickling me arousing me, making me tingle and throb at its unyielding touch. He screwed the pin in place with a curious tool until he seemed satisfied of its tightness then sat back on his heels to look at me. He could see from the expression on my face the feelings it was already giving me, the feelings I was battling with, my knees coming together my thighs closing around almost hiding my silver clad.....clit. "Don't worry Leanne, it's designed to keep you aroused, wait until we put the vibe bullet in it you'll love that, but for now, you'll get used to it as it is, just think it's my hand continuously tickling you there." I whimpered loudly, my eyes closing as I battled with the mixture of pain and humiliating excitement it was giving me. "I have plenty of other types we can try for fun too, even one which actually slips down inside your clit which I'm sure you'll love." My head was screaming no, but I couldn't concentrate to speak I was just trying to stop myself from wriggling my thighs and my bum, which the horrible thing seemed to be making me want to do, in reaction to the feelings it was creating within me. Turning he lifted her off the bed and standing her up he undressed her, as he would a woman, murmuring to her addressing her with my wife's name as he did so. He undid her skirt which he pushed over her hips, dropping it to the floor, rubbing himself erotically against her as he did. Slowly he proceeded to remove her clothes one by one in front of me, each time making a point of showing me what he had removed from my wife until she was naked. "Kiss her