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I rushed across to the back door only to find it locked, hurrying back into the workshop I picked up my office clothes, found the key in the pocket of my jacket and glanced at my watch. It was five to five, she usually arrived home at five. My heart was in my throat, my fingers all of a tremble as I panicked dashed now, office clothes under my arm, key in hand, dropping socks as I ran to the back door of the house again. It opened and I raced in and up the stairs into the nursery trying to take off the sheer blouse and skirt as quickly as I could, the buttons proving awkward as they always do when you are in a mad hurry. She mustn't catch me like this again, not again, please not again, I just couldn't cope with her anger again. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost had heart failure as I saw my red lips and the blue eyeshadow. I am sure I squeaked out loud as I ran into the bathroom and I turned on the tap knowing it was the wrong thing to do, but I couldn't think of anything else quickly enough. I began to scrub my face with a flannel when I heard the front door bang. "Where are you?" I almost jumped out of my skin. "In the bathroom, on the loo love." I called trying to keep my voice steady, my time had run out, I picked up my old joggers from the bathroom floor where I had flung them and pulled them on as quickly as I could, together with my old sloppy grey sweatshirt, I didn't have time to take off the underwear and just prayed she wouldn't see the bra under my sweatshirt I looked in the bathroom mirror, hearing her coming up the stairs, I just had to trust to luck that I had cleaned sufficient make up off my face for her not to notice. She appeared at the bathroom door looking suspicious. "Hi love did you have a good day at work," I said trying to alleviate her doubts and doing my best to sound totally normal. "Just like every other day, you've changed into those filthy clothes again," she said, turned her nose up at the sight of my faded old sweatshirt and joggers. Glancing over her shoulder I suddenly noticed that I had left the nursery door open and the skirt and blouse were in full view where I had left them on the bed, if she turned around now I would be done for. "Do you want a cup of tea love?" I said a little breathlessly trying to steer her back towards the stairs, but she wouldn't have any of it. "I'm going to change now and then we are going over to Auntie's house, she rang me today, she said she needed help to clear her spare bedroom, so we haven't time for tea." Then she turned as I cringed, walking straight into her bedroom, not glancing into the nursery as she passed the door. I let out a great sigh of relief before rushing in to hide the evidence and tidy the things away. We set off twenty minutes later, I still hadn't managed to change the underwear he had made me wear and she seemed to be keeping a close eye on me hurrying me along to go, I just prayed that the bra strap wasn't visible across my back, at least my sweatshirt was baggy enough which helped to hide it. Aunty lived fifteen minutes away in the next village where she lived in a large farmhouse accessed over a long and very bumpy lane. She was a single lady in her late forties, she had spent her time looking after her parents until their death and carried on living in the family home. I knew that my wife didn't particularly like her mostly because she still treated my wife as a child, but she was her only surviving relative and she felt she had to be on her best behaviour with her. I didn't like her much either, I had the feeling that she didn't like men and she treated me in a very off hand manor, often ignoring me and I got the feeling that she considered me more like a servant which she had been used to having when her parents had been alive. Evidently she had rung my wife in the afternoon asking us to go round that evening so that I could carry out bags of old things which she had dumped in this particular room over the years, goodness alone knew what was in them and why she decided to clear it and tidy the room now, after all she had plenty of room in that big house for just her, but what was I to question it all. She met us at the kitchen door , a tall athletic flat chested figure wearing jodhpurs and a close fitting shirt, she ordered my wife into the kitchen to make tea (I say ordered, it was the way she spoke to us) whilst she showed me the room and the task in hand. My wife dutifully set to filling the kettle, I could never get over the change in her, she would treat me so harshly and aggressively yet as soon as somebody was assertive to her she would go all timid and do what she was told, I couldn't understand her. I dutifully followed Aunty into the hall, making faces behind her back. "Go up the stairs, I will be behind you." I made my way up feeling uncomfortable as she followed me, I got to the landing and hesitated wondering which way I should go, which room was it. "Turn left, it's the room at the end of the corridor." The door was closed so I made my way there, her still following me and went to turn the doorknob, it didn't budge. I pushed a little harder rattling the knob a little. "It's locked, stand aside for me to unlock it for you." She leaned past me almost crushing me against the wall and producing a key she unlocked the door and pushed it open as she did so. Inside the room was full of black plastic dustbin bags. "I want you to bring all these bags down to the old dairy, stack them neatly in the inner room so that I can go through them later, I'll check on you again in a few minutes." With that she turned on her heel and walked back down the corridor. I stuck my tongue out at the back of her retreating figure, weird bitch, at least I won't have her watching over my every move as I do this. I slowly began to bring the bags, heavy with clothing or some such soft materials, down the stairs, out of the front door and across the yard to the old dairy. It was a bit of a long and laborious process, I found the bags were really heavy and they seemed to be never ending. I was half way through the pile, just taking a breather when she turned up again, creeping up on me. I happened to be standing in the doorway surveying the remaining stack when I felt her hand on my back making me jump out of my skin, I turned to see what it was and there she was with weird look on her face. "Did I startle you?" I nodded. "I am halfway through I think," I said still feeling jumpy by her quiet approach behind me. "No hurry, I have got my niece making supper, you can join us in the kitchen when you have finished." Then she paused before she continued as if she had just thought of something. "I'll come back up in fifteen minutes to see how far you've got." She stalked off leaving me to carry on, mumbling to myself about her arrogance. The remaining bags seemed lighter than the first lot and I had just got back from the last trip when she turned up again. This time I was standing in the middle of the room looking about myself to make sure that no bags were hidden beside the big antique wardrobe or the large oak dressing table, I was about to bend over to look under the big iron frame bed when she arrived in her usual silent way coming up to me before I realised that she was there. She deliberately lifted her hand, I thought she was going to literally pat me on the back for all my hard work, but to my complete shock she gripped and tugged on my bra strap, releasing it to snap back against my back "Your wearing a bra aren't you?" I froze blushing a deep red, unable to reply, my mouth suddenly dry, open in shock and words stuck in my throat, a stab of sheer embarrassment surged through me, why oh why had I left it on. "Let me see, show me." Assertiveness or aggression I am not sure which, but I stood there rooted to the spot wishing that I could just disappear "Does my niece know?" I blushed even more still unable to speak "Show me or I'll go and tell her right now." "Please," I managed to croak. "I'll call her to come up here now if you don't show me, so do it right now." I was dying of humiliation, this can't be happening to me my whole life was getting destroyed. Slowly reluctantly in immense embarrassment I pulled my old grey sweatshirt up just enough to reveal the bottom of the bra whilst at the same time hiding the shame in my face "Come along, get it off, show me properly." She stood there with her hands on her hips a picture of aggression and I could see no way out of it. If my wife found our she would divorce me on the spot, after that is, she had a huge humiliating argument with me in front of her arrogant bloody aunty. Slowly I pulled the sweatshirt off over my head my face on fire, hating every moment of this vile humiliation. Her eyes had a bright gleeful madness in them. "Very pretty, it suits you, what a lovely smooth chest, though you don't fill it properly, what else are you wearing?" Oh god this nightmare was getting worse and worse, I just wanted it all to end, to relieve me from the pain, kill me now, please, just let me die in peace. "Come along, drop them, show me what's under those filthy joggers, I'm sure I can guess, you wouldn't just wear a bra on its own, now get a move on or I'll drag your wife up here so that I can show her." With my face flamed burning in an embarrassment that surely was life threatening, perhaps I would have heart failure then hopefully it would all end, but it didn't. My humiliation knowing no end I reluctantly slipped my joggers down revealing my sheer sissy panties, matching the bra in colour and style, the hateful undies he had forced me to wear that afternoon, the very undies that were leading me into this terrible situation. My head was lowered in a depth of shame, I couldn't look at her and a tear began to sting my eyes, she came up close to me laying her hand on the naked flesh on my hip just above my panties. "I always thought you were paiche." She used the Welsh word. "What a pretty little sissy you make eh." Her voice was low and it struck me suddenly that it seemed thick with arousal. Oh my god no, I thought to myself, surely not, I just couldn't feel any more embarrassed or emotionally broken. I felt her hand slide down over my hip over those hateful sheer panties and over my bum. "We are going to have to do something about this aren't we?" she murmured almost to herself. "You and I are going to have to sort this out and I am sure we'll both enjoy it very much, won't we?" She lifted my chin up with her other hand and looked into my teary eyes "Oh sweetie, don't be sad, it is meant to be, I won't tell her about you if you're a good girl and we are going to have so much fun. Aunty promises that she won't hurt you too much, hmm? Now you have to make up an excuse to come here to me without my niece, I want you on your own. Do you understand? I am sure you realise that you must think of a good excuse, don't you, after all you don't want trouble do you?" and she kissed me on my cheek. "Now get dressed my little girl, we must go down for supper before my niece gets suspicious." Her giggle was deep, throaty and repulsive and you could see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Wipe your eyes baby before you come down or she will think that I have spanked you." She walked off giggling leaving me standing there wishing I was dead, my joggers still around my ankles. By the time that I got downstairs they had laid the table, it is at the narrow end of the kitchen with enough room for 2 people to sit either side, the inner 2 being in the corners of the room. My wife sat on the outside on the left of the table and Aunty directed me, after having made me wash my hands, to sit on the right hand side in the corner. She sat beside me on the outside opposite my wife, effectively making me feel trapped and restricted. They chatted or at least Aunty chatted to my wife, ignoring me and I sat silently eating my supper until it was finished. My wife then cleared the plates away and went to get some ice cream from the freezer which was still kept in the old dairy. As she left the kitchen I felt a muscular hand sliding up my leg. "You are not going to wear these when you are with me, now tell her you have to come back here to do work for me, arrange it now, and I want you here alone, understand?" And she squeezed my leg. My wife came back through the kitchen door. "Is everything alright," she said looking at me suspiciously. "Yes love." I knew I sounded a bit mumbly but I continued, a nervous reluctance gnawing at my insides. "I, I was just saying to Aunty that I would have to come back to sort out the window in that room, it, it is in bad condition and Aunty has said she wants me to fix it for her." My wife mellowed visibly. "Oh dear, is it very bad." She seemed to have accepted the story. "Yes it's a very big job Hazel' it is quite rotten," Aunty interrupted loudly with an arrogant assertiveness. My wife was taken back by her abrupt interruption, then looked at me. "When do you intend to do that then?" She always cross examined me about things like this, but I decided to play the evasive card and hopefully her damn Aunty would just forget it, "It will take a while and I was thinking perhaps one weekend." She looked at me a touch of annoyance on her face before she came out with. "Well this weekend is the village fair and we are going to that so it will have to be the weekend after, but we might be busy that weekend too." "I am sure that he doesn't need your help to do the job, he could do it a few hours each evening and perhaps that would work better and not impinge on your precious weekends dear." Aunty had spoken and my wife smiled and nodded at her. "Yes Aunty of course, I'm sorry, if that is ok with you then I am sure he will happy to start when you want." "Thank you dear, I want to get him started as soon as possible." Aunty smiled a condescending smile. And I thought you bloody evil bitch, get me started! If you think i'll come back here to you , then you have another thing coming. We got home fairly late and I headed to the kitchen to get a drink while she turned towards the stairs. "I am off to bed, see you in the morning, I can't believe you volunteering to fix her window, I thought you hated her." I stopped a second. "i do," I said "I thought you'd be pleased if I did it and anyway I couldn't get out of it," which was closer to the truth than she could have imagined. She smiled, she smiled at me for the first time in weeks. "Well thanks anyway, at least it keeps her happy and off my back for a change.." Then she frowned, shaking her finger in a serious warning. "So you had better do a good job for her, hadn't you?" With that she picked up the laptop from the hall table and headed up to the bedroom. I got my drink, I felt deathly weary, it was all the stress it was killing me and I trudged up to the nursery. I took off the joggers and the sweatshirt, my brain fuzzy with tiredness as I removed the bra and put on my baggy T shirt. Collapsing in bed, I could hear the distant sound of her on the laptop as I drifted off. My nights sleep was troubled and broken with nightmares about him, that horrible man I foolishly called master. He was the one that had caused all this, the man that was slowly ruining my life. Then in a waking moment I remembered about the visit to the beauty salon the next day and that made it all worse as plans on how I would deal with that visit, disturbed my sleep even more. I awoke to the alarm clock, it seemed as if I had only just managed to drop off, I felt tired and had a headache. Getting out of bed I realised that I hadn't taken the panties off last night, I had slept in them! It made me feel strange and for some obscure reason I didn't feel that I wanted to take them off then. I tried to shake myself to clear my foolish reluctance and so that I could shower, but for some weird and very worrying reason I missed them when I finally did take them off. Probably they kept me warm, I thought.in an idiotic attempt to dispel any meaning. For all that I found myself drawn to taking another clean pair from the drawer in the nursery where all my "play clothes" had turned up mysteriously, my wife had obviously been going through my things again. I looked at the time and dressed quickly, grabbing myself some tea and toast which I ate quickly before making tea for my wife and bringing it up to her in bed. She stirred and sat up yawning, it seemed she had stopped wearing nighties to bed as she appeared naked again, her breasts clearly visible as she sat up. She had never ever done that when I had been sleeping with her. She thanked me for the tea, perhaps she was getting soft, perhaps ready to forgive me, then; "You had better wipe that make up off your face before you go to work or they'll be talking, you'll find some remover on the dressing table, the white bottle." I stared at her dumbfounded. "Your lips are still red sissy and there is some blue around your eye lashes," and with that she reached down for the laptop which was on the floor beside the bed. I felt the blush in my cheeks, I seemed to blush so easily lately, and with an embarrassed movement I grabbed the bottle and fled to the bathroom. Oh my god she had been right, there were traces of the makeup clearly visible. I began rubbing my face frantically with the remover, my mind in overdrive, my god she had seen it all the time and not said anything. I froze a second a knot of humiliation in my tummy, if she'd seen it then her bitch of an Aunty must have too! Why oh why hadn't she told me before we'd gone there yesterday, bloody bloody bloody hell. The sooner I met this man, this, this master and got this ended the better. It had certainly taught me a lesson never to dabble in such stupid games, but god knows how I would live it all down, when I finally got free of him, it was effecting my life badly. It was difficult concentrating on my job that morning, I kept thinking about him and aunty and the salon appointment made for that afternoon. I was determined to make her take off the ankle bracelet and the damn earrings, it was just luck that my hair was long enough and unruly enough to hide them this far. As always happens, when it came time to go, work suddenly got busy and I ended up having to rush to try and finish my job before I could go, I was late. At least I knew the way this time, but it was a rush and I was five minutes late getting into the car park by the church, I was lucky there was a spot close to the end between the churchyard wall and the hedge. I got out of the car quickly locking it, then I stopped and looked around, was he following me, was he here? There was a young woman pushing a pram, a couple loading shopping into the boot of their car and a man getting his dog out of the back of his van, none of them could be him. I looked at my watch and almost ran to the salon, arriving breathless as I rang the bell. The gay man came to the door after a few minutes, "We thought you'd forgotten to come love," he said quite loudly. I blushed wishing he wouldn't speak to me out in the street like that, people could hear what he was saying. "Come on in then love." And I followed him into the waiting room again. "Here's your drink, you had better drink it quickly we are behind time already honey." I was thirsty after the rush to get there and I gulped it back unthinking, my mind just set on the challenge of telling her what I wanted her to do. It tasted more metallic than I remembered from the previous week and as I looked at the empty glass I suddenly remembered how it had made me feel so drowsy before. Christ I shouldn't have drunk it, what a bloody fool I am, but it was too late now, too late for regrets, it was gone, I'd stupidly drunk it. "You're with me to start love." He prattled on and I followed him into a hair dressing area through a door to the left of the reception desk. "Sit there love." He gestured to a seat backing onto a washing basin and II sat as he said, it was no use arguing with him he was a bit of a dumb blonde he only did what he was told. He washed my hair gently, it was so very relaxing, I could feel the tension sliding away from me as he rubbed my scalp with his finger tips and I could feel my shoulders sagging in comatosed blissful weariness. He moved my seat around and softly combed my hair before trimming away with the tiniest pair of scissors I had ever seen. "Just tidying it up love, it looked like a bush on your head." Then he prattled on about the weather and the shops and the new boutique in the quadrant, I just faded him out and closed my eyes, it felt lovely having someone play with your hair like this. The hair dryer was warm and gentle and his careful brushing, it was all a far cry from the barber that I sometimes went to. Eventually he finished. "There we are love, just in time for your treatment." I opened my eyes and saw her standing in the doorway, hands on hips. "Are you ready?" It was the weirdest thing, I found that I could not seem to make my legs move. However I hardly had a chance to panic before she stepped forward and took my hand. In one swift movement she pulled me up, sliding her arm around me and half dragging half walking me, Zak brought me back through the empty waiting room down to the treatment room where I had been on my previous visit. "Can you undress?" Her voice seemed far away and I felt suddenly totally exhausted. It must have been the bad night's sleep last night together with that relaxing hair wash, I thought to myself, my fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons, but getting nowhere. She pushed my hands away and proceeded to undress me, sitting me on the couch as she pulled off my trousers. "These are pretty, they suit you," she said as she revealed my panties, but it was all just a dim woolly sound somewhere in my head, it didn't seem to make any sense. Eventually I was lying there naked on my stomach, my eyes closed and breathing deeply. I felt her begin to pour lotion over my body, it stung as before, but I didn't move, I just thought, oh that's the cleansing lotion, it was like a dream, all in my head. I felt little stinging feelings, somewhere in the mush of my brain, I am sure she said plucking, but I was all rather confused. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting in the left cheek of my bum which made me jump involuntarily, and then I felt the same on my right, but I didn't query it or question her, I just felt far too tired to ask, I wanted to sleep. After a while She helped me turn over onto my back and she started on my face, plucking at my eyebrows again, pulling at my ears, my cheeks, my lips. I will have to tell her to take those earrings off me I thought to myself, but I'll just have a little sleep first and then when she is finished I will tell her. That's the last thing I can remember, I am sure it all went blank and I must have dropped off to sleep. When I awoke, my mouth felt dry and my tongue swollen , I tried to lick my lips but it felt as if I had slept with my mouth open. "Drink some water, small sips." She held a plastic cup to my lips and I struggled to lift my pounding head to sip, the water was cool and sweet, I sipped some more, then she helped me sit up swinging my legs over the side of the couch, I seemed to be aching all over. She gave me the cup to hold and I sipped the water gratefully, my head clearing quickly as I did so. Slowly the feelings and sensations seemed to be coming back into my body, my nipples were stinging, I felt like I wanted to itch them badly and the cheeks of my bum felt sore. I tried to move my body into a less painful position, I had an awful ache that seemed to be growing in my testes, Christ it felt like someone had kicked me there, the pain stretching up into the base of my stomach. "Don't worry, you will feel uncomfortable for a little while but it will pass off, your master wanted me to arrange for some injections to make you look a bit more feminine for him, they were only in your nipple and breast area, your bottom and your testicles." I looked at her in horror. "What," I croaked, "You, you can't." She smiled, an almost triumphant smile. "We have sissy, I told you, he is my employer and if he pays me to do something then I arrange it, I have to make a living and he is a very good customer." My whole life was flashing before me, f***, f***, f***,The bastard, they were all bastards, this had to stop, I couldn't go on like this. Now there was all the more reason to meet him on Saturday, I just had to meet him I had to sort this out, tell him to leave me alone, leave us alone, I didn't want this, I am not like this, he can't do this to me, oh god. "You can't do this to me, I, I will call the police, I'll tell them that you drugged me, tell them you did this," I babbled. She smiled "we didn't force you to drink any drug sissy," she said softly "you did it because you wanted to." I thought my head would explode, I felt confused, hurt, frustrated. "Now you can dress, here is his letter for you and I will wait outside." She turned and walked out leaving me holding the letter she had given me, a voice in my head screaming, no, no, don't go, put right what you have just done to me, don't go, but she was gone. Rocking back and fore in frustration I felt like a small child that was being made to do something he didn't want to do, I glanced down at my body, it was hairless and smooth, but my nipples appeared to be swollen and much larger and my chest appeared swollen I had man boobs like those that you sometimes see, not quite breasts but not a normal male chest either. My face was burning in a weird mixture of anger, frustration, humiliation and bloody stupid arousal at the appearance of my own body, what the hell was I doing, what was happening to me? I opened the envelope and out fell a thong in a deep red satin, it made my heart beat faster just seeing them, why the hell was that happening? I looked at the accompanying note. "What a good girl you are, I know you can't wait for Saturday and I can't wait to have you either. Put on your pretty thong and think of yourself in near nakedness for me as you drive home. Don't forget to come into the workshop when you get back, I will be waiting for you, so you can look like a real girl for my lovely sex slave, your wife." In trembling frustration and fearful nerves, yet unable to stop myself, I put on the thong. It did make me feel as he said, I tried to shake the feeling off as I dressed in my trousers and shirt, they appeared tighter than I remembered. I pulled on my socks and glanced down at my shirt as I did so, my nipples looked darker through the white material of my shirt, Oh my god what had she done to me, I prayed that no one would notice and I prayed that I could do something to stop it from getting any worse. I walked out Into the waiting room, I felt quite weak somehow, they were both there. "We have an appointment for next week at the same time, so we will see you then," and she smiled "for what its worth you look lovely." He came up to me. "I'll let you out love," then as he opened the door to the street he whispered in my ear "i love your earrings honey, you look gorgeous." I turned round hardly understanding what he had said, but the door was closing already. "What did you say?" But he was gone. I started up the road towards the car park, but there was the odd glance and grin from one or two passersby which freaked me out a bit, so I ended up almost running back to the car. I opened it fumbling with the key and dropping it before I succeeded in getting in, there was another brown envelope under the windscreen wiper, which terrified me but I wanted to look in the mirror first. My hair was cut in a bob shape, revealing my ear lobes and the large dangling loops that hung from them, I could have screamed, I looked further, my eyebrows were more arched now, it was more noticeable, but I also had make up on, eyeshadow, even mascara and red lipstick, no wonder people had been looking. I glanced around the car for something to try and rub it off with, but there was nothing. To try and explain my nerves at this time I find very difficult, my fingers were twitching, my body trembling I just didn't know what to do and I felt in a terrible state. Eventually, trying to calm myself, I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then sneaked out to grab the brown envelope from under the wiper blade. Sitting back in the car I opened it with mixed feelings of dread and that bloody stupid humiliating arousal that seemed to be plaguing me. The first thing that dropped out was a group of five glossy pictures, it was my wife she was on her bed, our bed, she was in her underwear looking at the web cam, then she had taken her bra off, then her panties, the last one was blatantly pornographic with her legs apart her eyes closed and her hand between her legs, her finger obviously rubbing. A mixture of weird embarrassment, jealousy and yet arousal coursed through my brain, my sex tingling in the thong. I glanced at the note, my fingers trembling. "Take off your trousers now, I am watching you, if you don't do what I say then I will publish these pictures on the web, on a domination site where I made her set up an account, you have one minute, start the car when you have done it." I froze looking about myself, omg omg omg, he can't he can't, surely he won't, but I had to protect her, I couldn't take the risk, I had to do it, what if he did put her pictures, those pictures on the web, omg. I unzipped my trousers, unbuttoned the waist and pulled them down wriggling out of them in the car before putting them to one side on the passenger seat. I sat there a second the cool leather of the seat against my almost bare bottom, the head of my little penis tingling madly. Fumbling nervously to get the key into the ignition, my fingers shaking so much I could hardly grip the key, I finally started the car. Almost immediately a text went off on my mobile phone making me jump out of my wits, I picked it up having difficulty with the buttons to unlock it. Trying to still my trembling fingers I read it, the blood draining from my face at the words, omg he can't make me do this. "Drive to the far side of the car park, there is a recycle bin there, get out of the car and put your trousers in the bin, just behind the bin there is a green plastic bag, take out what is inside it and put it on, then go back to you car and drive home, your wife's pictures will be published in five minutes unless you do this." I can't, I can't omg no, I looked across the far side of the car park, at least it was relatively dark there, reversing out of my spot I drove over and parked as close as I could to the railed area surrounding the recycling bins, my heart was pounding in fear of being seen such terrible humiliation. I looked around me carefully, no one seemed to be about, I got out of the car holding my trousers in front of me and hurried past the bottle and paper bins to the clothes recycle bin on the far side, I looked around again and then opened the shutter, placing my trousers in it, I closed it with a hesitating reluctance driven only by the passing time. I heard my trousers fall into the hopper, a car drove into the car park its' lights just missing me, I pulled the shutter open again in a hurried change of mind, but they were gone, here I was standing in a thong and my shirt. I fled behind the recycle bin, looking for the green bag, it was there tucked in close to the hedge I picked it up and I tore it open. Inside was a red latex miniskirt, I held it in my hands for a few seconds its very look exuding sex and whorishness then taking a deep breath I stepped into it, pulling it up over my bum. It clung to me the feel of latex on my near naked bottom sexual and arousing, the length coming to my upper thigh, I looked like a tart, well at least that part of me did. I peeped round the recycle bin trying to suppress my nervous terror at being seen. A man was walking across to the street exit on the far side, but apart from that no one seemed to be about. I dashed over to my car which I had left unlocked and dived inside, my heart pounding at three times its' normal rate. Christ lets get home before any more happens and I started up and headed for home as fast as I could, it didn't dawn on me until later that if I had been stopped for speeding or had an accident I would really have been in trouble. The traffic back had been bad and it wasn't a fast journey, I had shrunk down behind the wheel at every traffic light until I finally arrived home, where I sat in the car on the drive for five minutes, plucking up the courage to go into the workshop and then to face my wife, if she only realised that I had saved her from certain humiliation, but it would be me that would face her wrath again tonight especially after he finished dressing me in god knows what. I opened the car door. The latex skirt clung around my bottom as I walked from the car, the cool evening air making my nipples stiffen like never before their thick erectness rubbing noticeably against my shirt. I hesitated at the workshop door, standing hidden in the shadows before taking a deep breath and going in. The screen lit up as I closed the door behind me and when I switched on the light a warm glow came on rather than the stark whiteness that normally did. "Stand on your spot, let me see you." the text flashed across the screen and I moved to the circle feeling stupid and fed up with this damn nightmare game. "Good girl, now let's make you a pretty sissy so that my sexy woman can see what you are really like." My heart jumped, the thought of him calling my wife his sexy woman mixed with the pain of more humiliation and degradation was getting too much for me. "No, No, please, I can't take this anymore, I don't want to do this, please, please, leave us alone, let us be, let me be," I begged. There was no response for a few minutes and I had a vain hope that he would show some compassion, then a familiar web page popped up on the screen, the user name "master" and password row of stars filled in. "No, Nooo, oh please god no, no," I babbled in abject fear. "You know the rules, you do as I say like a good girl or your sissy site becomes public and I email the link to all your work contacts and to all of you and your wife's personal contacts at home. I have all that information, now make your choice, either you take your shirt off now or I publish." I felt trapped, cornered, begging, crying inside my head, I undid the buttons of my shirt and took it off, dropping it with a sob, to the floor "Good, now get your things from the cupboard and bring them to the table behind you." The sheer and pink clothes were light in my hand and I brought them out to the table that had been moved and placed to the side of the circle away from the computer screen, having to turn my back to it to put them there. When I turned back the words were already on the screen. "Take off your lovely slutty skirt, the one you drove home in, don't worry you will have plenty more time to wear it for me, put it on the table and pick up the blouse." Hating myself I wriggled the latex skirt down over my bum, sliding it down my legs and stepping out of it. It really did scream sex, if I had seen a woman wearing it, I would have ogled at her, wanting to rub my hands over it and her, but it was me that had been wearing it. My heart was flitting in my chest. I turned and placed it gently, perhaps too gently, on the table. Suddenly it occurred to me that I was now showing my almost bare bottom to him, only the red satin strap visible appearing between the cheeks of my bum giving any indication that I was wearing such a thing. I turned quickly back, wanting to cover up my exposure, the sheer pink blouse in my left hand. To the top of the screen in the corner there was a thumb nail picture, I peered at it, it looked like a girls back, two lovely rounded cheeks of her bum, bare naked except for the red satin of her thong as it...omggg it was me. I almost fainted a pulse pounding in my head, the confusion upsetting, yet the picture looked so sexy. The text was flashing, I had not read it because I had been concentrating on the picture. "Slide your arms into the sleeves, but keep it open, show me your nipples." I slid my hands into the long sleeves of the blouse with its' gossamer material tickling my bare hairless arms as I pulled it on, the feeling making my nipples erect and itchy. "Good girl, wait a second." I waited for the next line of text and a second thumbnail joined the first at the top of the screen. I knew it was me before I even looked at it, I wanted to scream, no, no, that's not fair, you're tricking me, your forcing me to pose for you, I don't want this, I don't want it at all. It was a sex pose again, the blouse open showed off my nipples obvious, hugely erect and hugely noticeable in a teasing way, the red thong a vivid contrast to the light, almost white, pink of the sheer blouse which covered a glimpse of naked flesh beneath it. "Fasten it up." I buttoned from the top down, but it was low necked starting from a point showing the small cleavage of my chest, Christ it was so sheer I might just as well have not been wearing it for what it concealed. "now the slip and the skirt." I turned back to the table again, fully aware of his camera eye on my bottom as I stepped into the white net slip, that bristled out almost horizontally from my waist, doing nothing to hide my red thong. The skirt was a light, light pink soft satin material that puddle on the table, it wrapped around my waist floating over the net slip, tiny pink buttons fastening it together. Short white ankle socks with pink laced tops finished this horribly humiliating outfit, together with white patent leather sandals. If I had been playing in the privacy of my own bedroom now, I would have felt crazily sexy and loved every bit of it, but this was different, I wasn't playing in secret, it wasn't for me, it was for him and on top of that I knew that he was about to force me to display myself to my wife like this. A painful humiliation that would probably end my marriage, he might as well have stuck a knife in my heart and I just couldn't see how I could stop him, I felt on the edge of a precipice my life about to descend into ruins. When he seemed satisfied with my feminised sissy appearance those fateful words appeared on the screen, the ones I had been dreading for so long. "Now go into the house, show yourself to my sexy woman, make her a drink and show her what a good sissy you are, I will be checking so don't be silly, unless that is, that you want everyone to see what you are on the web. The pictures this evening will be eagerly looked at by my friends who are all big fans of yours already, I wonder what your friends and colleagues would say." And before I could even begin to beg, the screen faded to a grey emptiness again. I made my way across to the back door in pained reluctance, truly terrified at her reaction, already prepared for my fate. The light was on in the kitchen, I opened the door, my heart doing palpitations and I walked in. She was at the cooker and looked up as I entered, I saw her eyes almost popping out of her head before the tirade began. She called me all the names she could think of, sissy, gay, pervert, she accused me of being with him, she told me that it was the end for us, she said divorce, she would never speak to me again. Then she seemed to calm down a little seeing my tears, she picked up the apron that she had bought me. "here you make the supper you fk**** ing sissy," and she threw it at me "Call me when it's ready." And she stomped out of the door into the study. Putting on the apron automatically on top of those hateful things I took over with the spaghetti Bolognese feeling depressed and broken, my life was over, I had driven her to this, I had driven her away, I hated him for it, I hated myself and in my lowest depression I felt terribly terribly sorry for myself. I made the dinner, trying my best to create something that she would like so that it would be lovely for her, then I called her in a soft timid voice "it's ready love." I thought, expected her to shout and tell me to bring it to her in the study, or at the best for her to come into the kitchen, grab it and take it back in there herself, but no what she did next surprised me. Though it worried me too. She came into the kitchen, her skirt seemed to be rucked up a little and her blouse seemed to have some buttons undone and her face seemed a little flushed, she looked at me her hands on her hips, then she giggled, a funny girly giggle. "You do look pretty, you look like a woman, very sexy, look I am sorry I got so cross, I am sorry I upset you, but I was upset too, it was a reaction from seeing you like that, I didn't want you to be a woman, but it has all been explained now and I sort of understand, it must be very difficult you wanting to be feminine but being male and having to live and endure being a male." What the hell was she saying, where had she got this from. I shook my head rapidly and began to speak. "Noo........" But she waved me down. "look, we'll try love, I don't want you sleeping with me because I don't want to sleep with a woman, but I am sure you don't mind that, so stop getting upset and we will see what happens ok?" I was aghast, where did that come from? What rubbish was this? Where the hell did she get that idea that I wanted to be feminine, yea I liked dressing up a bit but I am a man, but then you had only to look at me to see her point, this was ridiculously feminine it was sex mad feminine, what a mess. At least she wasn't screaming and kicking me out though and with any luck Saturday would end it once and for all, I could explain the whole thing and get my wife back and get back into her bed again. Christ three more days.