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My failed attempt to stop it all part 3
I drove home at the end of the day, my chest heaving in a fearful
nervous anticipation of what I would discover and the things he had
said in that email.
I got out of the car almost reluctantly and went to the side door of
the workshop, it was unlocked. I entered and saw a computer screen on
my desk which had been moved to the middle of the room. As I looked the
screen seemed to come alive before my eyes, I stood there watching it,
my feet somehow glued in fear to the spot as the picture developed in
front of me until suddenly a line of text began to appear on the
screen.
"Welcome home, undress completely, your clothes are in the cupboard to
your right, do as I say, I am watching you."
I immediately glanced around to see if I could see a camera, but was
drawn back to the screen where the background was slowly going red and
a countdown from 30 was flashing. Slowly at first but hurrying more as
the numbers continued to count down, I took off my jacket and then my
shirt and tie.
"Quick about it, I don't want any hesitation when I tell you to do
something."
The top half of the screen seemed to change and a dark pink web area
began appearing saying Riche sissy site log in with boxes for user name
and password.
"I only need to log on and to change the privacy settings for the
entire world to see this."
I hurried even more now stripping quickly until all I wore was the pair
of pants that I had grabbed from my drawer that morning.
"What are those...PANTS!!?"
The user name filled in as I watched, 'MASTER' with a password of stars
to follow opening up the site. I felt a terrible panic stricken
humiliation, no no don't I found myself whimpering out loud.
"Get them off, never let me see you wear them again."
I obeyed in frightened reaction to his words and slipped my pants off
onto the floor standing there naked and terrified.
"Open the cupboard and get dressed with the clothes that are in there,
get a move on."
A home page appeared on the screen with me in the centre looking like a
complete sissy. I darted over to the cupboard and opened the cupboard
door, the clothes were piled on a shelf inside to the right. There was
a sheer pair of ivory panties on top, words in shining silver
embroidered across one side of the back. ?Master?s sissy? it said.
I glanced at the computer screen, the home page had changed to privacy
options.
Rushing now, the terror gripping my very soul I stepped into the
panties, the satin soft material caressing my legs as I pulled them up.
They fitted me snugly clinging to every curve of my bottom, my small
penis tucked between my legs as it always was these days almost
naturally. Glancing at the screen again in trembling panic I grabbed
the bra, it was the same ivory colour, a sheer satin which fitted
around my man boobs as if it were made for them.
The top was similar to the one that Kandy had made me wear, but it was
white and through the sheerness of the material the bra I was wearing
became visibly obvious.
The last item of clothing was a short flared skirt which when I
buttoned it around my waist came to the top of my thighs, every
movement revealing my panties.
?Please no,? I said aloud to the room, ?she can?t see me wearing this."
He had opened up the privacy options there were three small circles,
labelled: Secure, Friends and Open. The mouse clicked on friends and a
row of address boxes appeared beneath it.
?Put on the lipstick."
I saw the tube of dark red lipstick beside the computer screen.
?Please, please, I can?t do this,? I begged.
The mouse clicked on the first address box and began to type in a user
name that I didn?t recognise.
?No, no, oh god please don?t do it."
I begged whimpering then grabbing the lipstick, I looked in a mirror
that he had fixed to the wall beside the desk and with fingers
trembling almost too much, I applied it to my lips as best as I could.
As I finished I glanced across at the screen
?Good girl, now you can go into the house to see my sexy slave."
My heart jumped at the words, a jealous humiliating pang stirring
inside me again.
?Pleease noo,? I whispered.
Another name filled the next address box.
?Please please oh please don?t make me do this."
I was close to tears again, the second time in as many days.
A third name filled the next address box.
?I promised my friends they could see you and I will add them a few at
a time until you learn to do as I say."
The mouse pointer moved to the save button.
?Noooooo please."
I squeaked but it clicked, the button changing colour, an egg timer
appearing for a second.
?Get into the house and make my woman a cup of tea now or I?ll open it
to the world."
Almost sobbing now I ran, my head hardly able to bear the impending
humiliation of facing my wife dressed like this mixed with the abject
horror at what he had just done.
Emerging from the workshop door, I stopped, my heart in my throat,
terrified at who might see me, even though we lived in the countryside
and desperately wanting to delay the awful consequence of my wife
seeing me dressed like this. The cool evening breeze blew my tiny
skirt, lifting it up around my bottom and I struggled to hold it down,
in my foolish mind to retain a little decency at least. The light was
on in the kitchen and my nerves were growing more and more fractured, I
reached for the door handle and opened it creeping quietly in, praying
I could sneak to my room to change before she saw me. She was at the
kettle and turned around at the slight noise of my entry and I felt
myself almost cringe waiting for the onslaught.
?Oh my god, what the fucking hell are you wearing, Christ what a
fucking sissy, you?ve been with him haven?t you?"
?Nn no love,? I stuttered my face felt like it was burning up.
?What the hell are you turning in to, where is my husband? You?ve
become a a .. fucking woman."
?Nn no love, I I didn?t want to, he he forced me to, he made me do it,?
I whimpered, wishing the ground would open and swallow me up.
She laughed out loud, a scornful loud disbelieving laugh.
?Don?t be such a bloody liar, you wanted it, you?ve always wanted it
and now you?re doing it, you bloody sissy. Well be a fucking woman for
all I care, only don?t expect me to be your wife. Now go on you fucking
sissy, you can make the fucking tea and you can make the supper too,
you can do what a real woman has to do, let?s see how you like that
you, you, fucking sissy."
With that she blasted from the room into the study leaving me standing
there trembling in those skimpy clothes, feeling horribly ashamed and
totally humiliated.
I made her cup of tea, tears stinging my eyes as I struggled to keep my
hands from shaking and I brought it to her with a chocolate biscuit in
the vain hope it would please her. She was on the laptop typing
speedily as I slipped in, the small tray in my hand.
?Here?s your tea love."
I said quietly, she glared at me saying, fucking sissy under her
breath.
In a feeling of complete disgust at myself for what I had allowed him
to do to me and what he had made me wear, I rushed upstairs and
rummaged through my cupboard in her bedroom. I found a pair of scruffy
joggers and a sweatshirt there, together with an old stained t shirt
and an aged pair of faded grey pants. I took them into the?nursery and
changed into them, but having done so I suddenly felt a horrible
nervous tightening in my stomach. Could he see me here in my bedroom,
in my own house, had he seen me change, would he go and open that
terrible website to more people? I looked at the pile of discarded
clothes, they screamed sissy at me, a cold shiver ran down my spine, I
just had to take that risk.
I went back down to the kitchen feeling a little more manly at least
and I got going on our supper. I?d have to work hard now to persuade
her I wasn?t the simpering sissy she thought I was. I put my best into
my cooking creation, laying the table with a lace cloth, polishing the
cutlery until it shone, her wine glass full of dewy cold wine the
serviettes folded neatly, before I finally calling her to say it was
ready.
At first I thought she would demand a tray with her food in the study,
but she eventually arrived at the kitchen table.
?Hmph,? she snorted looking at me in disgust. ?If you think that this
will make me think of you as a man, then you have another think coming,
you bloody sissy."
The meal was a silent affair and the evening went on with very little
said between us, me deep in my own recriminating reverie and she
watching some inane drivel on the television interrupted by an
occasional text on her phone.
She went to bed before me, taking the laptop with her; whilst I sat
there feeling dejected watching the late film, I was far too miserable
to go to bed. She was still awake when I finally went to up, her light
was on and I could hear the rattle of the laptop keys through the
closed bedroom door. Roll on Saturday I kept saying to myself, roll on
Saturday when I will finally finish this nonsense for good.
The next morning i got up and showered, using the lotion as I had done
every day, tomorrow I would see that dam woman again and this time I
would have it out with her. I?d make her take the damn ankle chain off
my ankle and those bloody earrings out of my ears too, before I got
into even more trouble with them. I looked at the sissy outfit
distastefully then reluctantly picked up the panties, I had better wear
these, keep up the pretence, or he will never agree to see me on
Saturday, I thought to myself. I dressed, hiding them beneath my office
clothes before making my meagre breakfast; I just wasn?t hungry lately.
I paused thinking a second then, before finally making up my mind, I
started making her, her morning tea. Again I left it until just before
I was due to go before I brought it to her and again I discovered that
she was naked in bed, her breasts looking fuller somehow, her nipples
tantalisingly thicker. She barely spoke and I said my goodbye before
leaving for work.
It was one of those days that dragged by slowly, as I knew this week
probably would, I just had to concentrate and keep my head down hoping
that it would pass quickly.
I won?t tell you about the mundanity of that day and please forgive me
for just picking out the events that stay firm in my mind over the next
few days, only to say that I decided to go home early. It was in my
mind that if I got home before my wife, I could satisfy him making me
change into ridiculous clothes and being a complete sissy and still
have time to change again before I saw her.
I arrived home at four and went reluctantly into the workshop, feeling
nervy at the thought of what he would make me do for him again, The
computer came to life once again as I entered, it seemed he must have
some sort of trigger mechanism on it that switched things on. The
screen brightening quicker this time and once again a line of text
appeared on the screen
?You are home early, good, now take off all your clothes, stand inside
the circle on the floor as you do so."
I glanced at the floor and saw a red circle that had been chalked
neatly in the middle and trying to still my painfully pounding heart I
stood inside it as I slowly disrobed. My humiliation was increasing at
every item I removed, my face burning in embarrassment and my body
trembling fearfully until I was wearing only the panties from the night
before.
?Good girl, you are learning how to obey your master, now take them
off, let me see my girl naked, remove them and do a slow twirl for me."
I felt so totally embarrassed and ashamed of myself, so frustrated at
what this horrible man was making me do for him, but I knew that if I
retaliated I had no doubt that he would carry out his threat and
destroy my life.
I removed the panties with my back to the screen, slowly, almost
reluctantly, unaware of the teasing striptease I was giving him before
I turned around until I was again facing the screen again, my face a
burning fire of embarrassment.
?Very nice, you are going to become mine soon now girl, then we will
really have fun. Now go to the cupboard and get your clothes for the
evening."
I opened the cupboard door and inside was another small pile of
clothes, a sheer pair of powder pink panties on top, I glanced at the
screen again
?Bring them out and stand in your position then dress in them for me
and if you are a very good girl I will let you watch a short film
clip."
I brought the clothes out and began to dress, putting on the panties
first again, this time the matching bra was hidden beneath. Wearing a
bra always seemed to me to be such a sign of femininity, I loved
wearing one if I was playing, but I hated this, it was different now,
here I was being made to wear one at his command.
I put it on hating myself for being so compliant then reached for the
sheer blouse that was next in the pile, I glanced at the screen and a
small box opened up in the middle, it was black as it began and I began
to button up the blouse watching it as I did so.
There was a room, it looked familiar, I suddenly realised it was our
lounge, then my wife appeared in the picture and slowly very slowly she
began to strip for the camera. I couldn?t believe my eyes, crazy mixed
feelings coursing through me, a burning embarrassment, a jealousy yet
somehow I couldn?t help feel a shameful arousal too.
The picture paused and a text crossed the screen again.
?Carry on dressing or I will switch it off and don?t forget your makeup
too."
I picked up another painfully short skirt, its starched petticoat
holding it out in a revealing and totally sissy manor. I stepped into
it and pulled it up my bare legs, buttoning it around my waist feeling
like a completely humiliated sissy.
It is unbelievable how a piece of clothing like that suddenly makes you
feel and behave like a girl. I looked at the screen again as I picked
up the lipstick, noticing the eyeshadow on the shelf beside it, the
video started again as I watched, one eye on the mirror and the other
on the screen, wanting to get the bloody makeup thing done quickly so I
could watch it, watch what he had made her do, what she had done for
him, surely, surely she wouldn?t strip completely for him, surely not.
I managed to get the lipstick and eyeshadow done to his liking as he
played a second or so of the video, stopping every time I didn?t do it
to his satisfaction, until I was done.
?Say thank you master,? the words appeared on the screen,
?Thank you master,? I said feebly, feeling even more embarrassed and
stupid talking to nobody.
?Ask me if you can see the video, plead with me, beg me to let you see
the video.?
I was desperate to see it, I was desperate to know if my wife had taken
all her clothes off for him, I wanted to know, I wanted to know badly
and my heart was thumping at the thought, the frustration building up
within me until I finally gave in.
?Please please please let me see the video master,? I said out loud.
The video began again and I watched my wife slowly take her clothes off
in front of the camera. She stood there in her bra and panties and I
thought, that?s it she won?t do anymore, but then she undid her bra and
her beautiful full breasts were uncovered. Her nipples were visibly
hard, she ran her palms over them, her face showing her arousal at her
touch. Then slowly she slid her hand down over her hips and began to
slip her panties down gradually revealing her bare shaved pussy,
revealing everything to me, to him, omg to the world. I thought I would
die of jealousy, yet my penis was throbbing too in my own wrong arousal
at those awful humiliatingly confused thoughts.
The video stopped as it had started, leaving me frustrated wondering
what else he had made her do for him.
?Go on now sissy, go and see if my sexy woman is home and make her some
tea, remember I have no qualms about unlocking the privacy on your
lovely sexy web site and incidentally my friends are already fans of
yours!"
The screen went blank and I stood there in shock, wanting to scream
wanting to rip these things off and say, nooo nooo you cant, they cant,
why cant you just leave me fucking alone.
I opened the door sobbing in frustration, yet that stupid buzz arousal
was eating into me, I headed for the house, that tickling cool wind
over my bum a teasing reminder that I had to move quickly if I wasn?t
to be caught and humiliated by her too this day.
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I hope you all understand that it is quite hard to write this as it is
such a reminder of that humiliation, but i hope you can see and
understand how i felt as he slowly dragged me into that inescapable
pit.
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