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We finished our meal in relative silence, inanely watching the television on the wall above the work surface opposite the kitchen table, I still felt intensely embarrassed about the way I was dressed in front of her and was desperate to finish so that I could run upstairs and rip the damn things off, yet I still sat there meek and quiet .She finally finished her food and taking her glass she got up. "I'm going into the lounge, make sure you clear and wash up properly, I don't want to find a mess down here in the morning." She left the kitchen, closing the door behind her. It took longer than I expected to clear and wash everything so that the place would pass her inspection (all men know how fussy their wives can be) but it wasn't helped by the way those clothes were making me feel, breaking my concentration. On top of that my nipples were burning and I badly wanted to itch them and if that wasn't enough, my almost bare bum somehow felt fuller, I know it sounds stupid, totally unrealistic, but it did, tickled as it was by the net of that damn petticoat. Eventually I was done, I looked around the kitchen, there didn't seem to be anything that she could complain about so I raced upstairs to rip those things off me in a bid to reclaim my masculinity again. I stripped naked throwing the clothes in a rough pile on the chair in disgust, then I put on my trusty old T shirt feeling comfort in its rough faded appearance. Heading to the bathroom, the makeup remover was there where I had left it and finding some cotton wool pads in the bathroom cabinet I spent a frantic half hour rubbing my face until I eventually appeared to have got rid of it all. For all my rough attempt to regain my masculinity, my nipples itched terribly still. If you have ever had an itch on your body then you know what it feels like. I just wanted to rub and itch them through my T shirt, the trouble was, when I did it, it just made matters worse and I wanted to do itch them more and more, the sensations coursing right through my body. Convinced that it was some allergic reaction to something, I lifted my T shirt to examine them in the mirror, my nipples were somehow enlarged and erect and my areolae, if a man can be said to have such things, appeared much bigger and much darker than I could remember. They appeared to have spread and were quite strangely dark reddish brown. I looked closely at my male chest, but it didn't appear right, I had definite swellings, boobs. I knew that I had man boobs before, they had sort of grown probably when I had stopped exercising, but this seemed different, they were bigger, more defined somehow, or was I being totally paranoid? I put my hands over them, my erect nipples against the palms of my hands and before I could stop myself, my eyes closed and I was massaging them loving the feel of my hands against my erect nipples, loving the feel of my chest the sensations unbelievable. I opened my eyes a second and saw myself in the mirror, what the hell am I doing? I pulled myself back to earth and shook myself, F**k, F**k I said to myself turning the cold tap on then splashing cold water over my face, pull yourself together what the bloody hell is the matter with you, I muttered to myself. I suddenly felt exhausted, all the stress and emotion had drained me, I went out onto the landing drying my face as I did. "I'm going to bed love," I shouted, silence. "I'm going to bed love," I shouted again, but still no reply. I went downstairs, foolishly coughing before opening the door to the lounge a few inches. She was dressed in her dressing gown, goodness knows when she had changed, her face was flushed, the laptop on her knees. "I'm dead beat love, I am going to bed," I said, she looked up. "Good night," was the short reply. She looked back at the screen before typing again. I closed the door with a heavy heart and headed up for the sanctity of my bed, feeling the tiredness wash over me, yet sleep was slow to come, my itching nipples stopping me from sliding off, but drop off I must have done at some time that night because I was woken by her shaking me, "Wake up aren't you going to work today?" Her voice sounded loud in my ear, making me jump, my head feeling the wooliness of heavy sleep. I had overslept, something I never did, it was a rush now, to find my clothes to get dressed, I had so little time to get to work. Luckily I found an old pair of boxer shorts in the bottom of the cupboard where she had thrown some of my old clothes, I had thought that I would have had to wear the thongs that I had worn the previous night, so it was a delight when I discovered them. The elastic seemed loose at the waist yet they seemed a bit tighter over my bum, but what the hell, at least they were mine and they were male pants. I finished dressing in a hurry but before I left the bedroom I looked at the thongs again and with a sigh I put them in my pocket, after all I knew that he would expect me to be wearing them that evening and I just had to keep up the subterfuge, I kept saying to myself it's not much longer, it's not much longer. I drove to work going over and over in my head what I would like to do to him when I see him. "I'll punch him on the nose, kick him between the legs, bash him, hit him, slap him, scream at him." I hated him, I hated him more and more, more than ever now because of what he was doing to me and to her too, oh god if I only had the courage, the strength, if only I wasn't such a wuss, a whimp, f**k, f**k. I pulled the car into the car park and switched off the engine, then something made me glance in the interior mirror before getting out, I froze, oh my god, oh Christ, the bloody earrings. I pulled and tugged at the rings and then at the studs, but I couldn't seem to find how they fastened. I would have to go back home, I thought, but people from my office had passed, seen my car, Christ what could I do. In the end I came up with a plan, I sneaked into the side door of the office block and went straight to the first aid room, grabbing some elastoplast, I headed for the toilets where I encased my ear lobes and the earrings in sticking plaster. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked stupid but at least the earrings weren't visible anymore, I hatched a story to say that I had terrible eczema on my ear lobes and put the plasters on to stop myself scratching them and I hope that would be a good enough explanation. So it seemed from the sympathetic comments that I received from the other office workers, understanding that my burning face was a sign of embarrassment from having such a painful condition. Phew. The day seemed to go well after that and at lunch time I realised that as it was Thursday, this was the evening that my wife had her yoga class, which she attended from seven pm to nine pm therefore with a little planning I could possibly escape more humiliation from her tonight. I emailed her to explain that I was very busy and would have to work late and wouldn't be home until after she had gone to her yoga class. Her reply said that she would leave a salad out for me and that she would see me later in the evening. It made me relax for a while, her email sounded ok, friendly even normal, perhaps things could be sorted out after all and we would be able to get back on with our lives. I was the only person working in the office at 6.30, I headed for the toilets and I stripped off the elastoplasts from my ears then changed my boxers for the ludicrous thong that I had in my pocket. Heading for home I judged my arrival just after she had gone. Stopping on the drive I looked at the workshop from the security of my car, it felt almost as if an evil was lurking within it and I was beginning to get very jumpy. With that my text went off on my mobile phone almost giving me heart failure, I looked at it, it was from him, it said "Where are you? don't keep me waiting, you know the consequences." I got out of the car and walked to the workshop door, it felt as if my feet were lead weights I dreaded this so much. Pausing for a second with my hand on the door knob, I finally took a deep breath, opened it and entered. The dim bordello-esque lights came on, the pink glow casting shadows about the building, the computer screen slowly came into focus until bright. The words there said "where have you been?" I spoke softly, feeling stupid talking to nobody, "I had to work late." "Hmmm, get on your spot and strip show me what a good girl you have been today." I walked over to the round circle on the floor and hesitatingly, that surge of total embarrassment, blushing to my roots again, I took off my clothes until I was down to the thong. "Good, I am pleased you have worn your thong for me, now take it off." This I hated so much, I slipped the thong down and placed it on top of my clothes. "Go and get your pretty things girl, put them on the table like before." I went to the cupboard, the clothes were in a pile like before, I picked them up and brought them to the table dreading what was there, then turned to look at the screen again. "What a good girl you are, now put on your pretty panties for your master and thank me for them." I turned back to the table and picked up the top item it was a pair of sheer white directoire knickers, elasticated at the legs and top, I trembled as I put them on, I had never worn anything like this before the elastic gripping my thighs just above my knees, the translucent material leaving nothing to the imagination, I turned to face the screen again my face on fire. "WELL?" "I i.umm thank you master," I stuttered in abject humiliation. "THANK ME FOR WHAT GIRL?" "I i..umm..i..tt thank you for my knickers master," I mumbled wanting to disappear through the floor. "now the next, come along, I haven't all night, hurry up." The white net bra matched the knickers in a way, it seemed to fit me which was disconcerting and my nipples which had stupidly become erect as I had put on the knickers were now obvious and throbbing, begging me to rub them. I turned back to the screen again. "Why are your nipples erect girl?" I couldn't reply I just stood there trembling. "Touch them." "Please noo," I began, but I saw the dreaded web page come up on the screen and I jumped to touch my nipples. "Hold your breasts and rub your nipples girl." I didn't want to I mustn't I mustn't, I could see his words simmering, the web page password going in, my nipples were throbbing begging me to touch them and in the end I relented, I couldn't stop myself, I felt my eyes close as I did it, the feeling ecstatic right through my body. There was a loud buzz and my eyes opened in surprise. "DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES GIRL, look at me as you do it, now do it again." I looked at the screen, my mind a crazy mix of abject embarrassment and foolish arousal and I closed my hands around my chest as he had told me, feeling my jaw slacken as I pressed my chest forward to my own touch. "Good girl, thank your master." "Thank you master," I whispered dropping my hands my face showing my shame. "Now dress girl, I have to go, so hurry it up." The dress was a low cut maids dress this time, not quite as short as before but the knicker legs obvious below the hem, the white socks and black shiny patent sandals were the same as the previous night and they completed the wardrobe. "I can see you like your maids uniform, you will learn how to become my maid girl, now go and remember that I watch you all the time and remember that you will come to me on Saturday, then you will be mine, now goodnight girl." The screen went blank again, I stood there trembling like mad rooted to the spot for a few minutes before I could move, then I picked up my clothes and headed for the house. I went in through the back door again, this time my mind was on fire, I knew that I was alone, but those knickers were doing strange things to me as they gripped my thighs. My hand strayed down between my legs, my fingers touching the sheer coolness of them and before I knew it I was feeling myself through them, stop it, stop it, I said to myself, but then I thought well no one is watching and I really need some release. It doesn't mean anything, it's just me and I carried on touching myself wanting that release yet somehow I felt afraid of the consequences. I heard the clock in the hallway chime and glanced up at the one in the kitchen where I was still dressed lolling in the chair, my hand still teasing myself. I jumped up with a start, Christ its quarter to nine and I haven't even eaten yet, what the hell have I been doing. Panicking now, I rushed up to my room and got out of the things as quickly as I could, what the hell is the matter with me? I hurriedly bundled the clothes into one of the drawers in my room and I stripped naked once more. I had a horrible feeling of letting myself down, I just couldn't believe that he had made me feel my chest and touch my nipples in front of his camera and I couldn't believe that I had been so aroused when i had done it. Worse still to have sat there in the kitchen in those clothes, those damned knickers, he had made me wear and to have those feelings, I had to stop it, I just had to. Yet I knew I also had to carry on and play his game until I could put a stop to the blackmail evidence that he had over me and that wouldn't happen until I actually met him and faced up to him. Christ what would it take to make him stop it and go away? I scrabbled around looking for my old joggers and sweat shirt but i couldn't seem to find them, where the hell had I left them? I couldn't even seem to find my comfortable old baggy Tee shirts, where the hell had all my things gone. I turned down the sheet on my little bed to get the one that I had worn the previous night, but it wasn't there either and in its place was the red see through baby doll nightie that I had given my wife for Christmas two years previously and which she had never ever worn for me. What the hell was going on and what was that doing there? I heard the front door going and she called, "Hello," as she came in. Moodily, i put on my dressing gown and went down to meet her in the hallway. "Do you know where my joggers and sweatshirt are love?" I know i was a bit caustic, but I was edgy. "They stank so i put them in the laundry," came the reply, I just looked at her aghast. "What about my Tee shirts and my tops that I wear to bed, I can't find any of them either?" "You heard me, they all stank, they haven't been washed for ages, after all you never wash them you expect your things to be done for you, typical lazy sod, well that's all going to change, anyway what a charming way to greet me when I haven't seen you all day isn't it?" I blushed. "Sorry love, I was just trying to find something to change into from my work things that's all, umm did you enjoy your yoga class?" I said the last bit as an afterthought, but she ignored those last words. "You don't seem to have been having a problem finding something to change into when you get home, after all look at last night." She paused as I blushed, the silence as cutting as her words "I don't know what you are moaning about, I left you a clean nightie for you, you should be grateful for that." I looked at her wide eyed. "But it it's the one i gave you for Christmas," I said softly. "Yes, so you must have liked it or you wouldn't have bought it, and I thought it would perfectly suit a sissy like you." She glared at me daring me to argue with her but I knew if I were to respond that we would end up having a huge argument again and there was nothing to be gained by that so instead I stupidly backed down and said "Would you like a cup of tea love, shall I make you one?" (What a stupid thing to say) she smiled, did I see some triumph in her eyes or was it my paranoia again. "No, get me a glass of wine, bring it into the lounge whilst I go upstairs and change out of these sweaty things. Are you wearing your nightie now?" I turned towards the kitchen muttering, "No," as I did so. "What did you say? I asked you a question." Her voice was sharp, I turned to her. "Nno love, I'm not," I said quietly. She stood there with her hand on her hips, her black leotard and leggings clinging to her sweaty body. "Why not, I've given it to you out of the goodness of my heart, thinking about you having nothing to wear in bed, the least you can be is grateful. I thought we came to an understanding about your sissy thing yesterday, or is it that you only want to wear things for your master?," the final words were said in deep sarcasm. "No, no, i i don't want that love, I hate him I really do," I began, but she cut me off. "Well show some bloody gratitude to me and put on your nightie after I went to all the trouble of finding it and putting it there for you." I looked at her a few seconds then nodded, I couldn't deal with another argument. "Yss love." i could feel the humiliating embarrassment flush over me again. "And when you have done it you can get me that glass of wine." She strode off up the stairs in front of me the shape of her bottom moving erotically in the tight leggings as she did so, I followed slowly and she went into our/her bedroom closing the door behind her. I went into the nursery, taking out the nightie with its matching panties from under my pillow, it was a very sexy thing, well I had thought it was, which was why I had bought it for her in the first place, a token of my love. I didn't know if i could go through with this though, it was bad enough him making me wear things, but in the end I swallowed my pride and put it on. Surprisingly it fitted me perfectly, I must have lost weight, but the trouble was my nipples had become instantly erect when I had put it on and now they poked out visibly through the material. Trying to take my mind off the humiliating sexual buzz it was giving me, I put my dressing gown back on over it tying it tightly about myself, hiding the horribly sexy effeminate thing from her or my eyes for that matter. I heard her voice in the lounge downstairs. "Where's my wine?" I rushed down to get it for her. Pouring the iced cold wine into a glass, the dewy coldness running down its side, then I brought it through to her in the lounge. "Are you wearing it?" I nodded about to turn and go back to the kitchen. "Show me." I froze. "Let me see, i want to see if you really are or are you just lying." I turned towards her my face burning hot with shame and embarrassment and undid the belt on my dressing gown letting it fall open a couple of inches so that she could glimpse the nightie. "No, show me properly, take that dressing gown off so that I can see what you are wearing." I looked at her pleading with my eyes, but you can't persuade her when she was in that sort of mood so reluctantly I took my dressing gown off off. She stood back behind the coffee table, looking at me. "Give us a twirl, slowly let's see." This was torture i was a wreck of embarrassment, yet I still turned full circle for her to see me, dressed as I was in that damn baby doll nightie. When I faced her again she said, "Your nipples are erect, I never knew they were so big, you must like doing this don't you?" I glanced down unable to take much more of this mental pain, it was then I noticed the laptop, open and pointing towards me. My eyes opened wide in a horrified suspicion and she noticed where i was looking. "Good night then sissy." She broke my train of thought "Off you go to bed then, sleep tight." I almost ran from the room unsure if she had made me do that in front of the web cam or if it had even been on, my mind was an agony of suspicion, who might have seen me?, why had she done it? Surely she hadn't, surely it was just my imagination. My early bed time didn't lead to sleep, just hours of tossing and turning, the nightie had to come off, it was driving me mad, though I didn't like sleeping in the nude either but anything was better than the way that was making me feel. Next morning I awoke early, Friday, showering, plasters on my ears again. Dressing, I had to wear panties today, I had nothing else to wear but I certainly wasn't going to wear the knickers no way. I was about to leave, calling up to say that I was going when she appeared on the landing, she was only wearing a pair of panties, they were his, I could tell instantly. "I'll be home late today, I have the shopping to do." We usually shopped on Saturday and I said so, thinking that he might have planned to see me in the supermarket. "I'm doing it tonight because tomorrow is the village fair as you know, I've told you before, there are a few things I want to see there and there are a couple of good market stalls that I want to go and see too, so i want the grocery shopping out of the way." I nodded "ok love." I couldn't take my eyes off her bare hairless pussy visible through his red panties which clung to her very curve. "Go on then, have a nice day." Friday was a half day for me, work finished at midday on Fridays and I was looking forward to getting back home so that I could search for my clothes. It would be nice to have my own clothes back again so that I could relax and feel comfortable again. Before that however, I had a few hours work, then the torture of the workshop, but if I fazed out enough perhaps I could get it over and done with for today then I would be free all afternoon. Work had been normal and as unexciting as ever, I left on time and I pulled into the drive in front of the house at one o'clock. I stopped and looked in my interior mirror to once again remove the plasters from my ears, he would only cause trouble if he knew I was covering the earrings. I was about to get out of the car when my text went off, lately every time it went, it would make me jump in fearful dread. I looked at it, a nervous apprehension in my tummy, it was from him. "Welcome home girl, take off your shoes, socks and trousers, walk in barefoot to the door of the workshop and put them in the wooden box outside the door, close the lid and spring the lock before you come into the workshop, and quick about it." I looked at the text unbelieving, where was he? How did he know I was here? I peeped out of the car window, looking to see if he was hiding in the bushes or beside the house. The text on my mobile went again; there was one word in capitals. "NOW." Hurriedly I slipped off my shoes and socks, and then unzipping my trousers, I wriggled them down to my ankles before taking them right off. Gently, quietly, I opened the car door and stepped out barefoot onto the paviored driveway then taking my things I slowly made my way to the workshop door, trying my hardest to hide my panties with my shirt and avoiding any painful stones. Outside the door was an alien large solid wooden box with a hinged lid, there was a hasp on the lid with a lock dangling from it. I bent lifting the lid, terrified someone would spy my panty clad bum, carefully I placed my things inside then closed it. I looked at the hasp and the lock, then with trembling fingers I closed it, its click sending a tremor of fear through me. As usual the lights came on as I entered the workshop, but this time the screen was already illuminated, a line of text at the top half and the dreaded blackmail website at the bottom, all logged on and ready. The text read: "About time too, don't keep me waiting again, now take off that shirt." Reluctantly and nervously I unbuttoned my shirt taking it off and leaving it on the chair by the wall. "Go to your circle." The text changed and tiptoeing on the cold concrete floor i slowly made my way over to the circle and looked again at the screen. The text changed again. "What the hell are you wearing? Where are the knickers that i gave you?" I was speechless, but the words began to flash, followed by the buzzer which made me jump. "I.I, didn't umm, I put these on, I , I thought..." I spoke to the empty room my voice sounding weak and stupid in my own ears. The text changed again. "You don't think, you do as you are told, you are not allowed to think unless I tell you, now go into the house and get your knickers and bra, if you are not back in one minute, I will be adding additional "friends," to your website, one for every minute that you are late. If there is any disobedience then I will email the link and allow full access to everyone, now go." I ran as soon as I saw the words, naked except for the panties that I was wearing, scrabbling to open the back door, running up the stairs, then rummaging through the bottom drawer in my bedroom where I had hidden the clothes from the previous night. After a few seconds of panic I found them, just touching them made my heart flutter in a dreaded weakness of submission, my nipples becoming erect at the thought, or was it just the cold. Trying to shake myself I grabbed them, purposely making a bundle out of them making it as unceremonious as possible before dashing back to the workshop. Five minutes had passed. "I'm back, I'm back," I called as I ran back to the spot. The line of text changed. "What a pity I only added five extra friends for you, you will be pleased to know that they are all sissy loving perverts, I am sure that they will all want you." I didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Please, please don't, don't do this," I murmured quietly. "Too late sissy, I told you to hurry, now get those horrible panties off and put on the bra and knickers that you were supposed to wear today." Hating him, hating every minute of this torture, I turned my back on the screen and slowly took off my panties. Then I dressed in those horribly humiliating undies, my heart pounding furiously with the mixed emotions confusing me, submission, arousal, embarrassment and that hateful deep down humiliation curdling in the pit of my stomach. When I had them on I reluctantly turned back to the screen, the words were already there. "Your clothes are in the cupboard, get them and dress in front of me and quick about it." I got them and brought them back to the table that he had made me use for dressing in this way. For the first time there were stockings, they were white, together with a white suspender belt which appeared to match the bra. Following his words of direction I fastened it about my waist, threading the six dangling suspenders down my legs beneath those terrible see through knickers. It was a huge time consuming fiddle to secure the stockings beneath the knickers and in the end I had to pull them down to my ankles first in order to do it. Not wanting to but, unable to stop myself, the feelings of sexual eroticism buzzing inside me as I fastened the suspenders in a feeling of strappy bondage before pulling the knickers back up. The elasticated legs were clinging around my now stocking clad thighs, the lacy tops visible through the sheer knicker material. It made me feel even worse if anything, my nipples were so erect and I felt a deep desire to touch myself beneath those damned and corrupting knickers. I stood there my face blushing blood red. "You love that don't you sissy? I can see you do, now put on your slip." It was a white satin affair, like a thin dress which I had to pull on over my head, it slithered down my body, tickling me as it clung to me, its length just covering my bottom, pointedly showing my erect throbbing nipples as they puckered the material. "Shoes," I found the black kitten heeled shoes and wriggled my feet into them, I have small feet for a man, just size 7 and he certainly seemed to know my size as they fitted me perfectly, it felt so odd with them on. "And the dress." The words showed no emotion, all the emotion in that place was my own. Hate, hating him, hating myself for my weakness, hate for my own stupid arousal even now, why was he doing this to me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Yet he could see my arousal, my nipples made it more than obvious. The dress was a black plain maids dress, flared from the waist, zipped up the side and buttoned up the bodice to a low scooped neckline showing off my neck and the top of my chest. A black belt was threaded through the loops at the waist, a silver coloured metal rope thread woven into it, there didn't appear to be any adjustment to it and the buckle was made up of a metal tongue on the one end and a metal box on the other in which the tongue inserted. I looked at it hesitantly. "Fasten the belt." The words read, yet still I hesitated, something about it made me feel very nervous, a sort of intuitive feeling. "It is time I sent those emails then." An email message box appeared on the screen. "Noo, Noo, please," I called, the tremor in my voice revealing my fear "The Belt." I looked down at it, I had to pull it very tight for it to fit, pushing both ends hard as I breathed in, the metal tongue entered the buckle, I pushed harder feeling it tighten even more about my waist until suddenly it clicked with a loud metallic click. My heart rate must have soared at that moment and I tugged and pulled at it to try and release it again. "It is locked sissy maid, but don't worry I will release you later, a key will be delivered to you by post this evening, you insert it in the top of the buckle and press it down hard to unlock, but until then you will be a sissy maid, see you tomorrow." And the screen went off. My feelings and emotions were off the chart, "Nooo, nooo come back, you cant go, you cant do this, come back." I called as I pulled and wriggled and heaved at the belt, but it was all to no avail, the belt was too tight and there was no way to get those damn clothes off without undoing it. Eventually, I decided to go into the house to get myself a cup of tea in an effort to calm myself, my body trying to defeat me in its' buzzing arousal and my mind struggling to reject the feelings and to find a way out of this imprisonment. How could I release myself? I put on the kettle and was just about to add a teabag to the pot when the phone rang making me jump out of my skin, my nerves in a heightened state. I answered in a low soft voice, "Hello?" It was my wife, I tried to pull myself together and sound normal. "What's the matter with you?," She said "Oh nothing love I just ran for the phone thats all," I lied. "Where have you been, have you read my note?" she barked. I glanced around the kitchen, then spotted it on the table. "No love." "Well I have had Aunty on the phone chasing me, she wanted to know when you were free to get up to her, she wants to talk to you, I told her you were off this afternoon so she has arranged to be there for you to come up to measure up her window. I said that it was a good idea because it doesn't affect our weekend. She is expecting you at 2 so you'd better get a move on, don't let me down, I don't want her on my back raving angry." I could have dropped the phone. "But, but," I began. "Got to go, I'm busy here, some of us have to work, see you later and for god's sake don't let me down, bye." The phone went dead. "Love, love I, I cant," I said in a panic, but she had gone. I looked at the clock it was ten to two already, where the hell had the time gone? Christ what was I going to do? I felt quite faint. The phone rang again, quiet suddenly, making me jump again, perhaps Aunty had rung to cancel, perhaps my wife had heard me say I couldn't do it, I picked up the phone convinced she was ringing me back. "So you are still there." Oh my god I couldn't believe it, it wasn't my wife at all, it was her!!! "I hoped that I would catch you before you came to me, you know how I want you don't you?" She paused as I stood there in speechless horror. "I want a pretty sissy at my door, if you are wearing trousers there will be trouble, I'll see you in five minutes girl." She laughed. "No excuses sissy or I will ring my niece and tell her all about you." The phone went off with a terrible question less clunk. I could have screamed, torn my hair out, died, perhaps death would be the easy way out, the answer, but I knew that I was far too much of a coward to do more than just think about it. I tried, struggling again to get the belt free, my trembling fingers hardly able to grip the shining metal buckle. I couldn't even get my fingers properly behind it, I felt well and truly trapped. Why had I ever done this? Why had I been so stupid to have had that foolish yearning to dress up and why did I ever make the even bigger mistake of getting involved with a sadistic maniac like him and now, oh my god, look where I was? My wife's sadistic Aunty had discovered my stupid, stupid, idiotic secret and now she wanted a piece of me too. I literally screamed out loud, yet deep down I knew that there was no way out of this, I knew I had to do it and now there was only a few minutes before she kicked off, calling my wife, telling her what she knew and that would be a complete nightmare.