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My Failed Attempt to Stop It All It had all caused enough trouble already, too much trouble in fact. It was my1 own stupid fault and it had almost ruined my life. Dressing up in my own privacy was one thing, my wife finding out, another, but we had worked through that with my feelings of embarrassment and foolishness. I had promised to stop doing it but then after a while when the dust had settled that beastly yearning had taken me back to my old ways. The thing that had really got stupid, however, was the damn internet and my foolishness in going into that chat room whilst dressed and feeling susceptible like that. Before I knew it an on line master was telling me what to do and i was getting drawn further and further under the man's control. God, I had even been so under the man's spell that i gave him my address and phone numbers and then he had persuaded me to actually tell my wife that i had an online master and stupidly i was so possessed, i agreed. She had been aroused by it all when I told her, teasing me mercilessly but then we had what seemed like the wildest sex we had ever had and i dutifully, stupidly, reported it all back to my master, but that was only the first. It was when the man actually phoned her and talked to her that she became angry and that anger just seemed to focus on me, how dare i give this pervert her number. To make matters worse he sent her a valentine's card and letter telling her all about me, her husband. He called me a sissy desperate for gay sex and that she needed a real man. The accompanying pair of black silk panties were never mentioned to me as she vented her anger and recriminations on me forcing me to promise anything, whatever she felt she needed, or otherwise it would be all over. It was him that asked if she had told me about and shown me the panties that he had given her and he described them in detail, i had said no, which was true. A day or so later to my surprise i saw that she was wearing them as she dressed to go out with me, having made me agree to take her out to an expensive restaurant as an apology for my stupid actions. She hadn't let me touch her though and my sex life seemed to have come to a complete stop as she whipped me with her words, calling me a sissy and that she would have to think about it one hell of a lot before letting me near her again. Perhaps she felt that i had to be punished first, perhaps she would never let me touch her again. I didn't know. Even then i foolishly continued chatting to this man, my master, struggling to give him up, but like a drug he continued to draw me further and further under his spell. Now, well now enough was enough, i had to stop it, i knew i had to stop it, it was eating away at me to the point that all my sexual arousals came from the man and not my wife, he seemed constantly part of my thoughts and it all had to stop. I told him weeks ago now and at first it seemed so hard, i had a desperate need to go on line to chat to him, i was aroused thinking about it and a few times i actually did go on line, but I just managed to succeed in stopping myself from talking to him. However the messages that were left for me made my heart pound and my sex pulse, yet I was forcing myself not to answer, struggling not crack, struggling to beat the addiction, surely it would get easier. *********************************************************************** I had been cleaning and painting the upstairs windows, one at a time each weekend, it kept my mind busy, kept me from looking at the computer constantly, kept me from putting on the panties i yearned to wear. I had popped into the kitchen to get a rag to wipe the excess paint off the glass and when i returned i almost missed the brown envelope wedged under the electric sander, i glanced around, there was no sign of anyone, no cars in the lane, the only sound a distant dog barking. How weird, i thought, the postman had been much earlier. I picked up the envelope, curiously turning it over in my hand, my name was written on the envelope, my online name! I felt the blood drain from my face as i saw it and my hands began to tremble. It had been delivered by hand, there was no postage stamp, no address just that stupid sissy name he'd called me. My heart was pounding and i looked fervently about me to see if it's deliverer was hiding and watching me, i was trembling all over now a blush beginning to burn my cheeks. I glanced around nervously again, omg, he was here, he must be here, omg where was he? The fear was building up inside me and with fingers almost trembling too much, i began to peel open the sealed flap of the envelope. It was a struggle to get it open the pounding in my chest unbearable, then suddenly the flap came free in a jerk and almost spilled the contents onto the floor. In all there were a number of glossy sheets, horrified I was unable to suppress my squeak of horror as i saw them. The photographs were of me, the ones he had made me send to him dressed in the sexiest of feminine clothes that i had stupidly agreed to and here i was flaunting myself in front of the camera for him. A few dropped on the floor from my trembling fingers and began to blow across the garden in the wind, sending me into a frantic scramble to retrieve them. Grabbing them, I hurried into the garden workshop, my personal space of security, my hiding place where I could examine the contents of the envelope in complete privacy. The note simply said: "If you don't want these to get out around the village, to your work and on the internet, you had better do as you are told. Inside the envelope there is an appointment card, keep the appointment!" The card was at the bottom of the envelope and looked quite innocuous on face value, it was for a cosmetic parlour with a weird name, in a town some twenty miles away. I glanced back at the note and turned it over, the words on the other side sent a chill through me and a myriad of emotions flooded through my body, it simply said: "I AM WATCHING YOU." I closed the workshop door quickly, feeling almost faint, the photographs falling from my left hand to the floor as i peeped out through the net curtain covering the side window, almost expecting to see the man outside. She ignored me as usual, she seemed preoccupied with herself recently and I didn't have to worry about my laptop yearning because she was on it all the time lately, just glancing up as i came in. "What's the matter with you?" she said. She had a habit of saying a simple thing in a way that sounded so scornful, as if i was about to moan to her about a little thing. "Nothing," I replied and in an attempt to conceal my nerves i carried on with my day's tasks wondering how the hell i would manage to get out of this. Yet deep down i knew that there was nothing for it, i would have to keep the appointment. *********************************************************************** The appointment was for the following Wednesday afternoon and i spent the intervening days in a hell of emotion and worry. Mixed feelings coursing through my veins, fear and anxiety at the blackmail that was occurring, yet my submissive nature seemed to give it a twist that caused a foolish sexual thrill to tease with my insides. Time seemed to drag on, part of me wanting the appointment to come sooner, part of me fearfully dreading it. Finally Wednesday midday saw me in the car driving over to the nearby town. I drove around a little, looking for a parking place and all the time my heart pounding in fearful expectation of what was planned for me. If he was there, the master, then i would have to build up all my courage to tell him that it was all over and for him to get out of my life and leave me alone. I parked the car in a small public car park behind the church and paid for four hours parking, not knowing how long this would take. Then following the instructions on the back of the appointment card i made my way down the side streets until i came to a small shop front with the name above. The windows were deeply tinted showing only my own reflection as i tried to look in, there was a bell button beside the door with a small sign saying: "Ring for service" These were the only outgoing distinctions of the place. With a heart beating like a drum loudly in my chest, my stomach turning somersaults in knots and with trembling legs i quiveringly reached up and pressed the bell button. There was no sound, but i stood there quietly waiting, my face flushed, wanting to run away. All of a sudden the door opened and a gay looking man stood there, "Yes?" he said. "I, I've got an appointment," i squeaked, holding the appointment card out for him to see. "Ah, ok, come in, you'll have to wait a few minutes for her." He lead me through into a surprisingly large and modern dimly lit seating area with deep settees and chairs around the walls interspaced with small occasional tables. Soft music was playing in the background, scented candles flickered perfuming the air with their aroma. The man gestured to a seat then went off through a door behind the glass topped reception desk, he returned in a matter of moments with a pink plastic tumbler full of what looked like water. "She wants you to drink this before you go in, it gets very dehydrating in the treatment room." He gave the cup to me and returned to his seat behind the desk where he began typing on his computer. I sipped the drink, more out of habit than anything, thinking it was obviously not worth questioning him about the appointment, i would just have to go along with it and have it out with this woman whoever she was. The drink tasted mildly sweet, but with a metallic aftertaste, he glanced over at me and caught my eye. "Drink it right down it's better than sipping it." And he smiled a harmless understanding sort of smile. I sipped it again, then thought better of it and took his advice drinking it down completely. "There now that wasn't so bad was it? You'll feel much more relaxed now." He slid his hand under his desk and i could see his fingers depressing a button fixed there. A moment or so later a tall well built woman in a white coat appeared through a door that i hadn't really noticed before, in the corner of the room. She came over to me. "Come this way." Her voice was deep for a woman and suddenly i felt small and quite timid in the low soft settee, looking up at her as she stood there above me. She turned to go and i struggled up to my feet following her, in some apprehension of what unknown i was going into. Stupidly I now somehow was also feeling very relaxed, in fact almost tired. We entered a small room with all the normal trappings of a massage treatment room, i had often had head and back massages and thoroughly enjoyed them and this seemed to be no different from those. "Take off all your clothes and lie face down on the couch," she said, "I'll be back in a short while when you're ready." She left me alone to the soothing music and the incense perfumes that made me relax even more, a heady, sleepy feeling coming over me. Unable to think otherwise i stripped, leaving my pants on and laying face down as instructed, on the white towels covering the black leather couch. It was much as i had done in other places lying in readiness for a lovely back massage, and that is all i could think of as i sank deeper into a sleepy relaxation on that couch. I should have asked her, i should have questioned this whole thing, i recriminated with myself later, i was so stupid, i should have stood face to face with her and said what the hell is this about, but i didn't. The door opened softly and she came in. "I told you to take off all your clothes," she said. I peeped up at her over my shoulder not lifting from the couch trying to speak, though I suddenly had a croaky throat. "Oh umm, I'm sorry i didn't think you meant," i managed. My voice sounded weak in my ears that soft tiredness running through me, it was too much effort to look up at her like that, my head felt so heavy and i let it drop again. "No matter," i heard her say somewhere in the distance. Then I felt a cold feeling on my right hip and to my utter shock she cut my pants right off me with a large pair of scissors. I gasped but i couldn't seem to summon the energy to jump up and shout for her, tell her to get the hell off me. In seconds she had pulled the remnants of my underwear from between my legs depositing it in a bin beside the door, leaving me totally naked, feeling a nervous vulnerability eating in to my weary mind. "There that's better," she said to nobody in particular. She began talking to me as she worked, it was like listening to a radio play or the sound of a television muffled in another room, i felt as if it didn't involve me, i wasn't a part of it i was just hearing those curiously blurred sounds, aware of the words but there was no sharpness to it at all. "I have been instructed to give you a full body wax, to remove all your body hair, followed by an inhibitor, a hair follicle treatment and a skin softening body lotion. I will be working on every intimate part of your body so if you just relax and dream i will begin. Your back hasn't any hair anyway and so i will start on the backs of your arms and legs and your bottom before i turn you over." Her voice sounded like a deep purr somewhere in my head, my body feeling so heavy and that so so deep tiredness. I just couldn't speak, my nervous fear stupidly fading to just a warm buzz in my belly. *********************************************************************** She worked quickly on the backs of my legs and my arms, swiftly applying the hot wax then ripping the hairs away, I could feel everything yet, somehow I just couldn't move or react. I felt her work over the soft skin of my bottom and to my horror I felt her spread my cheeks, the hot wax between them, its touch on my most intimate part making me jump in an involuntary reaction of my body, a soft mew of a cry escaping my lips. She took no notice but continued to paste rip and pluck even there. Soon she had me over on my left hand side, my arm and leg stripped quickly before turning me on my right side doing the same, even under my arms she worked. In time I found myself lying on my back, all shame and decency lost as she waxed my sparsely covered chest, over my tummy to my pubic mound. Pushing my legs apart I felt the hot wax over and beneath my testicles then over the base of my shrunken shaft. She held me between her latex covered fingers as she ripped the wax off and I squealed in pain to this strange hurtful and humiliating violation and ravagement of my sex. Embarrassingly I couldn't stop my small penis twitching to her touch I was becoming almost erect in her hand. I felt her massage me there then, as she stripped my testicles making me cringe and whimper yet each time she did it my penis tingled more and more to her teasing touch. "I'll have to tell your master how much you enjoyed this bit, I am sure that he will be delighted to know" The mention of him made me break my reverie a freeze, a frightened lump like stone growing in my tummy, my heart beginning to throb loudly in my ears and my face suddenly burning with a different heat, but her stroking of my penis didn't stop and inescapably I lost concentration and found myself giving in to it. Teasingly she kept me aroused as she spoke further. "I am sure he will be delighted with you being so obedient for him." A small moan escaped my lips, the feeling she was sending through me bringing me close to the climax that I hadn't achieved in weeks. "I am sure you love belonging to him, you are so aroused at the thought of him, aren't you?" "No No No, it's not him it's you" I thought, unable to actually form the words as she held me there on that edge. She left my poor little erection then letting it ease and collapse between my legs while she continued microscopically examining my body for any trace of remaining hair. "I am going to rub this lotion all over your skin now, where the hair was, it will sting quite a lot, but almost like an aftershave the stinging will subside as you get used to it and your skin will begin to feel cooler and less inflamed by the waxing. That will take about thirty minutes, then I will rub a skin rehydrating cream over your body and that will leave you feeling beautifully smooth and soft all over." I stared at her. "B but" I began, but she had already started to pour the lotion onto her gloved hand and so onto my bare skin. It took only moments for the stinging to begin and I found myself wriggling and whimpering in the pain. "Stop that now or I shall have to strap your wrists and ankles down to stop you from doing yourself a damage." But I didn't, I couldn't, it was agony I wanted to scratch it all off, my skin was on fire. I made to jump up off that damn couch, I wanted to head for the basin where the water would wash it off, but she was stronger than I would ever have believed, I should have realised really by her size, in a few seconds she had me back on my back, my wrists strapped to loops on the sides of the couch and my ankles strapped to loops at the bottom. I was wriggling, begging her "Let me go let me go please it's burning," I whimpered tugging at the straps. She looked down into my face, so close I could see into her eyes "Shut the fuck up you fucking sissy." The spray from her vengeful words wet my face. "Behave your fucking self, your master told me that you were a fucking whimp, well you can stop that nonsense or I'll make you wish you never ever started it." I quietened, frightened by her vehement outburst, the stinging seeming less terrible compared to her anger. "As your master gave me such a good contract to sort you out, I might as well do your eyebrows for you whilst you are here and whilst we wait for the chemical to work" She was smiling now, an evil smile inches from my face. "Noo." I formed my lips into the word, but she touched them with her latex gloved finger. "Shhh. It wont take long and you will look so much prettier with them done." I pulled at my wrists to try to stop her but the straps were short and held tight. She took my head in her hand and began to pluck in quick jerks of intense pain as the laser worked its maddeningly slow way over my eyebrows. "Nooo, nooo," I whimpered against her latex palm. "Please stop it." "You are such a whimpy sissy you know, your master told me you were, but don't worry it will soon be over, in fact I have just had a thought, he has given me a free reign with you and I want to please my employer so I think I will pierce your ears whilst we are here and then you'll be much more feminine for him, wont you?" I squeaked in horror resuming my tugging against the wrists straps, trying to wriggle my body to get free "Stop it, stop it, oh god stop it, let me go, I don't want this." She just laughed. "You're not paying dear" Her voice seemed suddenly deep, almost masculine, she was scaring me more and more. It took an hour for the body lotion and cream to get finished and in the meantime she had completed some terrible work that I dreaded to even think about, on my eyebrows and then had pierced two studs in both of my ears, one in the lobes and one further up, I was sobbing in fear, humiliation, frustration and not a little pain. The cream on my body was the last thing, it was very much like sun tan cream but smelt more scented, she rubbed it all over me working down towards my groin, then pouring some onto her latex glove she began to rub it in to my hairless penis, she was an expert and it didn't take her long to have me erect and moaning again. "You are so lucky to be owned by your master aren't you?" She quickly had me closer again and I was concentrating more and more on the sensual feeling. "Hmm, aren't you?" Oh god the feeling was driving me crazy it felt so good, I just wanted to cum. "Ysss," I stupidly gasped between my little moaning gasps. "You love him don't you?" She was rubbing harder now and all I could think of was cumming. "Ysss," I hissed louder my eyes closed, unaware of what she was really saying, just wishing she'd shut up and bring me to that longed for climax. "You can't wait to be his girl can you?" Her voice a sensual drone in my ear matching the movement of her latex gloved hand. "Ohhhh," I moaned my arousal building more and more. "He's going to have you isn't he? He's going to have you and your going to give yourself to him aren't you?" "Ahh Ahh Ahhh." So close now. "Arent you?"She slowed down perceptibly, frustrating me from that so near completion. "Arent you?" "Ysss," I gasped, my voice louder than I expected, just let me cum. "Good girl," she said and then squeezed my testicles hard sending a sudden excruciating wave of cramping pain into my tummy "We don't want to dirty that nice clean body now do we?" She undid the straps swiftly as my erection collapsed and I brought my knees up in a classic position to relieve the agony in my groin. No longer interested in what I was doing she turned, walking to the working surface by the wall where she picked up two bottles and put them in a white paper bag. "This is the lotion and the cream, use it daily until you come back to see me next Wednesday, they will protect the pores in your skin from picking up germs, make sure you use them or your skin could become infected and break out in spots." It was all so matter of fact. "Oh and your master left me this package to give you." She picked up a large brown envelope from the work surface and put it with the paper bag. "Your next appointment is at the same time next Wednesday, you can get dressed and come out when you are ready." She removed her gloves and In a curious Jeckyl and Hyde return to her total professionalism she turned and left the room. I sat up feeling weak and sat there for a few minutes to try and get my head straight, then reached for the brown envelope and opened it, a weird mixture of fear and suspense as I did so. In it was a pair of soft silky cream panties, the note with it said: "Wear these, or else, you wouldn't want your pictures and emails to become public would you?" Below that line was a web site address. "If you follow this link and enter the password ****** you will see what I mean, it would not take a second to take the security off and open it to the world. So wear your panties and do what you are told, remember that I am watching you." The last words enforced the painful dread of his blackmail and sent a chill through my already terrified mind. What could I do? I would have to do what he says until I can find a way out of all this. I put on the silky panties, sliding them up my now smooth soft legs giving me an ecstasy of touch and feel as I pulled them over my bottom, tickling me everywhere with their cold silkiness. I shook my head to clear my stupidness, telling myself to stop it, stop it now and I dressed quickly. Now, let's get out of this bloody place I said to myself, picking up the bottles and the envelope as I left the room. The gay man was still there. "Oh don't you look lovely, we will see you again next week, your all booked in." And he walked past me to open the front door. I just nodded to him. "Bye love," he said as I walked into the street. "Bye," I mumbled, trying to ignore the looks from the passers by and I headed back for my car as quickly as possible, praying that I didn't have a parking ticket and trying to ignore the feelings as my smooth skin touched the cloth of my clothing. When I got to the car I got in as swiftly as I could, but then I noticed an envelope under the windscreen wiper, my first thoughts were that I did in fact have a parking ticket and my heart sank. I retrieved the envelope and sat back in the car. Turning it over I saw my name, my online name, "omg" he knew where my car was, he had seen me, he must have followed me, the incessant nervous tension in my body made me tremble all over and I felt my face burning. I opened the envelope and read the letter. "Your wife is a very chatty bitch, you've seen her wearing the red thong that I gave her, I rubbed my cock all over it, and I had cum over the gusset so that when your wife wore it my cum was rubbing against the lips of her cunt. Well now I am giving her seven more pairs of panties, one for each day of the week, so that she will permanently have the touch of my cock against her. Just in case you don't believe me, I have enclosed pictures of them so you'll recognise them when you see her wearing them. Your wife is going to be taken by a real man, not a sissy like you, you will never have her again, nor any woman, you are mine and you will never escape me." The words instilled a deep fear and a nervous jealousy in my heart. The attached thumbnails were labelled, sexy red, luscious blue, all the way through to the last pair which were black and oh so sexy, the label said I love black. The last line of the letter said "drive carefully, take your time!" I drove home, my heart didn't stop fluttering all the way, I couldn't believe that he had chatted to her, it had to be a lie, he was just turning my own stupid stories and fantasies back on me. She would never do such a thing, never have anything to do with someone like him, never, she had told me so. *********************************************************************** I drove down the lane beside our house, my head full of thoughts, so mixed, yet that arousal also tingling in the pit of my stomach. I stopped and glanced in the mirror, suddenly remembering to see what damage had been done and to see how noticeable my eyebrows and those bloody earrings were. They weren't too bad, my eyebrows were trimmed nicely a slight arch but not terribly noticeable, I hoped. The earrings were little gold studs, my hair is quite long and with a little combing they appeared hidden, so I hoped I wouldn't get hit by my wife's wrath. I went into the house, the front door banging shut harder than I had intended and I heard her voice. "Oh my god" "Its me love, its only me, are you ok?" I said. She was in the study sitting at the desk in front of the laptop her face flushed, her skirt rucked up high on her thighs. "You made me jump" there was a touch of anger. "I, I'm sorry love, the wind caught the door, sorry." "Hmph, go and make me a cup of tea, then you can go and make spaghetti Bolognese for our supper." She had turned back to the laptop, the conversation over. "Yes love." I tried to sound happy hoping to convince her that all was well and I headed for the kitchen, glad to be out of her sight and in a way glad of the chance to please her. I brought her tea to her five minutes later, she looked up and saw me, her face still seemed flushed, glowing and she had been typing quickly, she shifted in front of the laptop as she took it from me. "Thanks, now go on and make the supper." "Yes love, ok love" I said and returned to the kitchen wondering if she was actually chatting to him right then, a jealous lump growing in my chest yet a nervous fluttering in my stomach. The evening passed all too soon and before I could avoid it, it was time for bed, she was almost waiting for me to go upstairs before her, I sensed that she seemed to be almost aware. I went up quickly, intending on changing and into bed in a hurry, but before I had a chance to change into my night things she had arrived in the bedroom too. In seconds she was in her silky nightie, sprawled on the bed, looking at me, then she spread her legs meaningfully showing me the red silk thong he had given to her, it was clinging to the creases of her body. I couldn't help but look, to see and think about him and how he had rubbed himself in them and now they were caressing her sex. I turned and took off my shirt with my back to her, feeling nervous and hoping that she wouldn't notice. "What have you done to your arms? My god where has your hair gone?" I fought for something to say. "I bet he made you do that, I bet you did it for him, OMG, is it all over your body? Take your trousers off, let me see you, you big sissy." "I..I ..I..umm you know I've got a thing about hair love" I stuttered, my face bright red "I I umm did it on a a whim." "Ha, your still chatting to that man aren't you? Your master, you know? I bet he told you to do it, he told you to strip all your body hair off, I bet." She sounded scathing, her voice laced with a contempt that made me burn in a humiliation. "Nooo, nooo love I haven't chatted to him for months, I've finished with him, you know that love," I babbled. "Go on then get them off, let's see what you've got on underneath." She spread her legs further, her hand slipping between them over the clinging silky material. I could hardly take my eyes off them. Reluctantly I undid my trousers and took them off revealing the cream panties I had been forced to wear home from the beauty salon. "Oooo my, look at that, sissy, where did you get them? Did he give them to you?" she was enjoying humiliating me now, I swear she was. "Nnnoo, I I've had these for ages," I mumbled and went to pull them off too. "NO," she spat, "leave them on, come here let me see you sissy, your master told me that you were a sissy and I want to see what a sissy you are. My face was on fire, I could have died with the shame, she was stroking herself through his red panties, running her fingers over the shiny material clinging to her lips. "I don't think that you are a man anymore, your just a big sissy, nice legs though, but I don't think that you should sleep in my bed, I don't want to sleep with a woman." "Oh please love it was just a whim, look I'll get rid of these." And again I went to take them off. "Oh no, no you don't, you keep them on sissy." Her hand was now stroking herself harder and I could see the red thong growing darker with a wetness. "You wanted to wear them, so you can damn well wear them, now get to bed before I change my mind." I hurriedly put on my big baggy t shirt and got in, keeping a distance afraid of further verbal abuse, she slipped beneath the sheets beside me, her palm rubbing over my arm. "Goodnight then sissy," she said and switched the light off. Things seemed to settle down a little for the next few days and I hoped it would all just go away, but on Friday morning as I was heading off for work that I saw her walking across the landing in her undies, the small sparkling logo on the cheek of her sheer blue panties were unmistakable "luscious blue" and my heart hammered inside my chest, my face feeling aflame in the knowledge that she was again wearing the panties he had told her to wear. But I didn't have the guts to say anything to her, I just said: "bye love, see you later." She waived nonchalantly "bye." The day's work was awful, fighting a desire to go on line to chat with him, a humiliating arousal continually teasing my insides and my vain attempt to ignore the naked feeling of my hairless body under my clothing. Because of my lack of focus the day dragged on and I ended up having to work late to finish my jobs. I was quieter entering the front door this time "I'm home love," I said. I heard a quick movement and then a voice from the study. "Your dinner is in the fridge, your having a ham salad." I opened the study door slightly, she was dressed in her dressing gown on the laptop again, it was turned away from me. "Sorry I'm late love," I said. "I've had a bath" she said as if to explain why she was in her dressing gown. "I'm having a glass of wine you can top me up when you are there." aAnd she handed me a glass a third full of white wine. I could see her dressing gown fall open as she did, it had obviously not been tied, I glimpsed the pale blue of his panties but she seemed naked besides. "Oh I bought you an apron today, it's on the table, I'm fed up with you splattering your shirts when you're cooking and anyway every good sissy wears an apron." And she laughed. I went off to the kitchen blushing and feeling a bit frustrated with her, but then who could blame the way she was, after all I had gone and allowed him to get all the hair stripped off my body and she had caught me in those damn panties he had told me to wear. The apron was on the table as she had said, it was one of those ones with a loop that goes over your head and that ties behind you at the waist, it was white with a pink satin ribbon around the hems and a matching ribbon tie at the waist and around the neck. The feel of the satin sent my heart fluttering, but I decided to change into my t shirt and joggers before I put it on. I brought her, a fresh glass of wine, wearing the apron for her to see, she looked up from her laptop and laughed "Ha it suits you sissy, wouldn't your master like to see you like that?" I made a grimace. "Take off those filthy joggers, they stink, let's see what you look like without them on" reluctantly and looking at her beseeching for her not to make me, I gave in as I always did and took them off then stood there for her to see. "That's better, now it fits properly and makes you look like a real sissy." And she laughed. I glanced at the laptop it seemed to be facing me, I could see a chat window open but I couldn't read what was on it. "Anyway I'm not chatting to him anymore, I told you that," I said feeling the blush burning my cheeks. "Put the TV on and I'll be there in a minute or so, when I have finished here," she said ignoring my words. I sidled off into the lounge my frustrations growing, I just hated all this, I wished I'd never chatted to him and I only wished it would stop. I sat watching some inane programme wanting to go on the internet myself, I heard her switch the light off in the study and run upstairs, I was very tempted to go in and go online, but I sat there battling with my feelings instead and suddenly feeling annoyed I took off the stupid apron, why the hell was I still wearing it. She arrived moments later she had put on her nightie and the dressing gown was now tied at the waist as it usually was when she wore it to relax in front of the television. She asked me to switch various lights off and she settled down her feet up on the couch, giving me a tantalising view of the sheer blue panties she wore, a look of wetness obvious at the crutch. She watched the TV seemingly oblivious of the view that she was giving me, or uncaring that she was. My heart was fluttering inside me, my imagination going crazy, his panties enclosing her sex right in front of me almost as if his hand was there claiming her for his own. I drank too much wine that evening and went to bed late after watching more rubbish on the TV, at least I wasn't working tomorrow. *********************************************************************** Saturday morning I woke with a thick head and wanted fresh air to clear it. I went downstairs in the loose t shirt that I wore to bed , 3 sizes too big for me, something made me wear a pair of panties from my drawer, under it, after all I couldn't wander round with no pants on could i? I opened the kitchen windows and the back door, the morning sunshine warming me up, yet the fresh country air clean and clear. I made tea and brought a cup up to her. "I am going to work on the next window downstairs this morning love," I said, "it's such a nice morning I thought id start early." She looked at me. "Well you know that they need doing, I've been on at you for ages to get them done." I stood up and went to pull on my jeans. "Why the hell are you wearing those?" she said, making me freeze, she was in a picky mood it was probably the wine from the night before. "You usually wear your shorts when you are doing that, it's your stupid fault that you got your body waxed so now you can wear your shorts and t shirt whether you like it or not and just like you always do on a Saturday and stop being a stupid twit." I blushed at her aggressive attack which wasn't at all unusual as she often treated me like this, I silently picked up my shorts and pulled them on over the panties which I thought that I had succeeded from hiding from her under my long t shirt. I finished by changing the t shirt for the one that I normally used when I was doing my odd jobs. "Bring me up a coffee and a banana with toast and marmalade." "Ok love." "Oh and go and bring me the laptop before you make breakfast." I nodded and left the room in my bare feet, returning with the laptop held tight in my quivering fingers. "Here love," I said giving it to her. She took it without looking at me and opened it, beginning to type as I left for the kitchen. It didn't take long to get her breakfast ready and carefully so as not to spill her coffee on the tray, I brought it up to her. She was typing swiftly as I entered the bedroom, and glanced up at me "Lovely," she said, "just leave it on the bed beside me." And she gesticulated to where I had earlier lain. I carefully placed the tray there. "Don't spill your coffee love," I said trying to smile at her, whilst at the same time noticing that she was on yahoo messenger a message box open with lines of text in it. "Yes thanks, I won't," she said her voice dismissive sending me off with a fluttering in my stomach. With a shake I tried to clear my head, to focus on the task I had set myself for the day. I brought all my tools together with the step ladder to the side window downstairs and began. I had been sanding things down for an hour or so when I heard the postman's van pull up in the road outside, he came down the path in front of the house and I kept my head down feeling quite self conscious with my naked hairless body hoping that he wouldn't notice me or my denuded state. "Morning love," he said as he passed to the front door. I blushed looking to hide but he disappeared as quickly as he had come and I heard the van drive off to the next house further up the hill. I checked inside the doorway and a solitary letter sat on the mat, it was addressed to my wife. I brought it up to her, she was still typing, lying on top of the bed clothes now, her legs askew. "Post for you love," I said, she held out her hand for it hardly looking from the screen. "You'd better run down to the post office and get the paper before they are sold out." I glanced across at my jeans and she noticed. "You don't need them either, you normally go out dressed in your shorts and t shirt, you know what I said, it's your fault for getting waxed so live with it." "Yes love." I nodded my face felt hot from my blush. "Oh and while you are there get some milk from the grocers, one bottle of skimmed for you and a bottle of semi skimmed for me" and she began to open her letter leaving me to go and do my chores. With a nervous flutter, did I say flutter, I was hugely aware and embarrassed, what would anybody say seeing me with hairless legs and arms? It was all I could think of. I walked down the road from our house it was about a fifteen minute walk to the post office, there didnt seem to be anybody much about, a man with a dog across the park and a couple of kids playing on a swing. I nervously went into the post office, picked up the paper and went to pay, the post mistress hardly looked at me and just gave me my change with a less than civil good morning just as she always did. Thank god for that. The grocers shop was a bit different though, Mr Patel was a middle aged man and had run the shop on his own as long as i knew. Today he was very chatty, i could see him eyeing me over, he knew, I knew he'd seen. I thought he would never stop talking, "It's a lovely day, lovely and sunny, wouldn't it be nice to sunbathe in this heat?" I just nodded and then he went on to ask what i was doing today. i told him that i was rubbing down and then painting a window to which he replied with an almost leering smile. "You can come down and do my back window if you like, i've got some lovely home made lemonade you can try, come let me show you." He had never ever chatted to me like this before, but i tried to be civil and friendly. Before i knew it he had dropped the catch on the shop door, turning the sign to closed and was leading me out through a storeroom to show me the windows. I kept up the friendly smile, hiding my discomfort, i didnt want to offend him and looked dutifully as he pointed out the windows which all seemed to look ok to me. He was behind me telling me to look here and look there and that was the back bedroom window and it needed doing inside. I was looking up squinting to see what he was talking about when i felt his hand on my bum, it made me jump. "It's ok love." He smiled and i saw his yellow teeth. "i am sure we can be good friends" i was blushing, feeling disgusted. "I must go mister Patel," i babbled trying to find my way past him, he was licking his lips now and i felt his hand on my bum again. "You're going to come and do my windows aren't you love." His voice was low. "I i will wehen i have time mister Patel." My voice sounded high pitched in my ears but it seemed to satisfy him. "I know you will." He had a big smile, showing all those rotten teeth, and then he winked, which unsettled me completely. "Of course you will." Then he waved as i finally escaped hurrying from the shop, with my two bottles of milk clutched to my chest. I shouted as i got back home, putting the milk in the fridge and still feeling nauseated by the visit to the grocery store, walking back into the hallway, i called up to her "Do you want the paper up there love?" She surprised me by walking into sight along the landing, the soft green sheer panties almost a copy of the blue ones she had worn the day before and exactly as the picture he had given me. "Put the kettle on and i'll read it down there before i do the ironing" she said as she brushed her hair turning her back to me as she looked in the mirror letting me see her bum through the sheer material, the logo almost like a tattoo on her right cheek. She was definitely wearing his panties again, my heart was hammering inside my chest yet for some crazy reason my sex tingled as i thought about it. Stop it you idiot I said to myself and I went back outside to carry on with my window and to clear the stupid feelings that were plaguing me. The first thing that i saw as i walked around the corner of the house was yet another envelope wedged against the top of the steps. Again my first reaction was to look around. "Where are you?" i said and listened, but all was silent except for the distant sound of a car and a dog barking somewhere. I walked over to the steps unable to take my eyes off it, my insides seeming in a continual turmoil. I felt terrified at what evil lay within it, pulling it free, i headed for the shed, closing the door behind me then fearfully peeling back the top to open it. There appeared to be a few sheets of paper inside it and a smaller envelope at the bottom. I took out the paper and began to read the note on it "You haven't checked the link i gave you, so here are some screen dumps for you." The following 2 pages were prints showing a web page with my name on it including some explicit pictures of me. I broke out in a cold sweat, sitting suddenly on my stool i read on, holding the note with trembling fingers. "Go onto the site and look properly, use the password i gave you, in the envelope is an anklet, wear it, wear it now, if you don't then I WILL take the security off the web site and email the link to your work." In the smaller envelope was a small light coloured silver ankle bracelet, it seemed i had no choice, i had no one to argue with or to beg not to, for now at least i just had to do what he told me. The chain was unclasped, it appeared that there was a push clip on one end which clipped into the other and with quivering hands, hardly able to grip it, i put it around my ankle and there was a loud click as the ends clipped together. It felt cold and light, tickling my ankle, immediately making me feel submissive and quite effeminate. I didn't know how i would be able to work like this, I had to remove it before my wife saw it later. In fact i decided to take it off for now, but that's when i discovered to my total shock and with increasing panic, that the clasp seemed locked closed and i was unable to find any way to open it. I pulled and struggled but it hurt my ankle when i pulled and even though it seemed thin and fragile, its strength belied its looks. Eventually i gave up and continued to work in dread of it being seen, until i finally got distracted by the work and I relaxed applying the first coat of paint to the window. When i finished it was 1pm and i went around the back of the house intending to wash my hands. There she was standing at the ironing board on the patio, the iron connected to an extension lead plugged into the conservatory and all she was wearing was his sheer green panties, a bra made from a net material which hid nothing and a pair of heeled sandals. OMG what if he saw her like that. "Your sandwich is in the kitchen with a glass of milkshake that i just got for you to try," she said. "Why don't you take your t shirt off, its much too hot to wear it." I fetched my sandwich and the rather anaemic looking milkshake which was rather tasteless, leaving my t shirt in the kitchen as she had said. "I'll put some suntan cream on your back in a minute, if you do mine first." She was behaving like her usual self and to be honest she regularly ironed outside in her underwear on a hot day, but not underwear like this, the panties were so sheer and they were his and i had never seen her wearing the bra before it looked so revealing, much more so than normal. We did the suntan thing after i had eaten my sandwich, then i went to cut the grass and weed the garden whilst she finished off the ironing before she relaxed on the sun lounger, still in those translucent undies. Somehow she didn't notice my ankle chain, i don't really know how and later after I'd showered i wore socks to hide it more, it was a great success, she had no idea. We had a takeaway that evening and watched Saturday night television until it was time for bed and i felt quite exhausted. I stripped and put on my big night t shirt but just as i was going to go over to the bed i heard her voice, sharp and loud, it chilled me to a stop. "What are wearing on your ankle?" i was quiet. "Let me see." I stood there blushing. "Oh my god, you're wearing that sluttish thing for him aren't you?" "NN no love, i told you i haven't spoken to him, i i was just messing about with this that's all." "No, it#s the mark of a sissy, he's given it to you, i can tell when you are lying, now take it off, or you sleep in the nursery, i won't have a sissy sleeping with me." She could appear so angry it scared me and humiliated me in one go. "But but i i tried love, i i can't get it off, please help me, i I've tried but it won't budge." She had her hands on her hips only wearing his panties now, her nightie still on the bed, her nipples thick and erect. "Take it off or sleep in the nursery," she said. "I warned you." I walked head bowed, hardly daring to look at her into the little room next to ours, to my surprise i saw that the slightly short single bed tucked along the wall was already made up. The duvet cover was a pink satin material, the sheets pink and even the pillowcases a pink satin sheen to match. I turned down the cover ready to get in, with a heavy heart, not wanting to challenge her about the bed, the nursery door was still open as she appeared back upstairs walking past on her way to our bedroom, the laptop clutched in her hand, "Goodnight and remember, I'll think about you sharing my bed again when you get that off and stop being a sissy." And she closed the bedroom door.