My Failed Attempt To Stop It All Part 7 free porn video

When I awoke it was one of those didn't know where I was moments, I could hear my wife downstairs, radio on, kitchen noises, all seemed normal and well with the world, until I remembered. I was in a little bed in the nursery and it was that day, the day which I hoped would finally end my nightmare. I sat up in bed and the duvet slipped down off me and I realised in self disgust that I had worn the baby doll nightie last night. How bloody stupid was i? it felt as if I was losing my mind sometimes. I showered quickly, applying the body lotion, it had become a routine now and I was still paranoid about the damage that could have been caused to my skin by the chemicals that they had used on me at the salon. I didn't want to wear panties today, of all days if I was to face him, I wanted to be as masculine as I possibly could, so I began to search my little room, ever hopeful that she had missed a pair of my pants somewhere. Then I heard her voice shouting, "Breakfast is on the table, come on, it doesn't take all day to get dressed, come on get a move on before it gets cold." Reluctantly and feeling utter distaste and frustration, I took a pair of panties from the top of the pile in the drawer and put them on, trying to ignore the feelings that they gave me as I did so. I gave myself a shake and hurriedly pulled on the black leggings from the previous night, over them , finishing with the black leotard top that she had given me. Putting on my mule slippers I headed downstairs. The first thing that I saw was the note, my god I had forgotten about it, it was still on the hall table, it lay on top of the envelope, I could have sworn that I hadn't taken it out. I grabbed it, looking around for somewhere to hide it, the leggings didn't have a pocket and there didn't appear to be any instant place I could quickly conceal it. She called again from the kitchen and in my panic to hide it from her I stuffed it down the front of the leggings, into my panties before trying to act casual as I walked into the kitchen. She had made me scrambled eggs on toast, something she used to do at weekend, but hadn't for ages since our troubles, perhaps she was getting back to her old self, perhaps we would get back to our normal lives again. "Oh thanks love, that lovely," I said. The day was bright and sunny, the sun already warm, was streaming in through the open kitchen door. She stood there looking out at the garden, sipping her coffee and I could see her shape clearly through the thin material of her summer dress as the sun shone through it. She looked so sexy like that. "I'm going down to get the paper and we need some fresh veg." She spoke without looking at me. "Can you put the cleaner over the lounge and hall and mop the kitchen floor and the conservatory floor, they haven't been done for ages." I wanted to keep her in a good mood and resolved to be extra agreeable this morning. "Yes ok love," I answered brightly. She turned to look at me. "Don't forget to wear that housecoat after I bought it for you, I don't want those things dirty as soon as you've put them on." I looked at the nylon overall with distaste. "Ok love," I mumbled. I really didn't want to wear it. Finishing my breakfast, I put my plate in the dishwasher and then took my coffee outside, joining her on the garden bench. It was getting quite hot already and I tried to push up the sleeves of the black top, but they were too tight on my arms. "You look as if you are roasting, why don't you take those things off and just wear the housecoat when you're cleaning?" I glanced at her. "I thought I'd try and find a pair of my shorts and a t shirt," I said, again keeping the conversation light and friendly. She gave an exasperated gasp. "I've told you that they are in the wash, I'll put them in the drier when I get back, but you won't be able to wear them until this afternoon, you can wear a pair of shorts and t shirt when we go to the village fair, which reminds me, I had better get going before it gets busy, make sure you do that cleaning before I get back." She got up and went back into the kitchen, picking up her bag as she headed for the front door. It was true, I was perspiring badly just sitting there and I felt very uncomfortable in those clingy black things. I pulled the top off over my head, it felt so much better, a tiny breath of air blew over my skin making my nipples become erect almost instantly and I looked down at the crazily growing bulges on my chest. I felt strange, a little sexy and slipped down the black leggings letting the zephyrs of air tickle my whole body, my hand sliding over my panties between my legs. I felt the note there and pulled it out in nervous anticipation. "I am glad you enjoyed your afternoon as a sissy maid, you will soon become such a good obedient girl for your betters, make sure you look nice for me tomorrow." My hand trembled as I read it made worse by the niggling thought chewing at my tummy that she might also have seen it and read what he said, my heart was thumping in nervous apprehension the humiliation of it all burning through me. But perhaps it was my imagination, that must have been how I had left the note, if she had seen it surely she would have said, I wasn't convinced. I went back into the kitchen leaving the top and leggings where I had taken them off, my only thought on hiding the note, I ran up to my room and hid it in the top drawer by the bed, then hurried back to the kitchen, I couldn't just daydream, I had work to do. I put on the housecoat, its cold nylon tickling my skin, teasing my erect nipples. Trying my best to ignore the feelings I buttoned it up, it came to mid thigh but all I wore beneath it were those damn panties that I had grabbed when I dressed. I worked hard in an attempt to forget about them and the whole damn thing, I vacuumed the lounge and the hall, washed the conservatory floor and was just on the kitchen when she came through the back door, I was bent rubbing at a particularly stubborn stain as she spoke, the suddenness of her quiet return making me jump out of my skin. "Haven't you finished yet? I am glad my little scrubber took my advice and took those sweaty clothes off anyway." I tactfully ignored her focussing on the stain whilst she made tea which she brought out to the conservatory and when I finished the floor I joined her there. She was reading the paper and looked up. "It's all activity down at the village, the fair looks bigger than ever, I can't wait to get to look at the stalls." I sat drinking my tea. "Umm you haven't put my shorts and t shirt in the drier yet, have you love?" I asked, I knew that my voice sounded whimpish as I said it, but I was trying to keep her sweet. She looked up at me. "I've only just sat down, cant I have a breather for five minutes, I have been flat out all morning for goodness sake." "Sorry love" I couldn't face her ire today, I just wanted to do my best to keep her happy. "I'll do it if you tell me where they are love." She put the paper down and looked at me in exasperation. "If you want to do something, then you can go and give my car a wash, I will sort your things out and then we will have an early lunch before we go, ok?" "I, I, ok love" I nodded "t thanks love." I went into the kitchen and refilled the bucket with soapy water, looking for my leggings and top as it was filling, I couldn't find them anywhere, I was sure I had left them by the bench. I called to her. "Do you know where they are love?" "No." The reply was one word, it didn't leave room for discussion and I knew further questioning would start to cause trouble. "Just wash the car, it isn't much to ask for gods sake." I hurried out through the hall with the full bucket, avoid confrontation at all cost, I thought. I opened the inner hall door to the porch and there on the mat was a small package, like a well stuffed envelope. I put down the bucket and picked it up, it had my name on it, I mean my sissy name. I heard her coming through the lounge into the hallway, so I hurriedly grabbed the bucket and went out through the front door, a mixture of terrified nerves from being seen dressed like this and nervous worry that she had seen the package that I held in my other hand. She didn't appear though and with any luck she hadn't seen it. I put the package on the front seat of the car and began to wash it, working as quickly as possible. I knew that our house was a little away from others and that the front was well wooded and very private, but that didn't help my bubbling nerves at being seen, I prayed that no one would turn up, prayed that the post man wouldn't call, at least not until I got back inside to the privacy of the house. When the bucket was empty and the car was covered with white soap suds, I hurried to the tap at the side of the house, filling it with clear water to rinse it off. I rushed back in a hurry to get it finished and threw the water at the car, it cleared the back half and I hurried back for more. Nearly finished, nearly finished, I mumbled to myself. The next bucket was full to the top and it slopped a little over my leg as I carried it. I walked to the other side of the car and took aim, holding the handle as I threw the water. It hit the side of the car bouncing straight back over me, soaking me, the nylon of the housecoat becoming immediately translucent and removing any hope I had of hidden dignity, though it wasn't that that made me stand stock still, in reality it was probably the shock of a bucket of cold water being thrown over me. Still dripping, I thought sod the car and retrieving the package I headed into the house and upstairs to dry off. I went to the bathroom and peeled off the housecoat, towelling myself dry before draping it over the hot water tank to dry off, my knickers were there quite dry now. The very sight of them brought back yesterdays memories, I hurriedly grabbed them and threw them into my bedroom then I returned to the bathroom where I sat on the loo and opened the package. Again my hands trembling as I struggle to open it. Inside it was a gossamer light, red thong and the usual note. "Make sure you wear this for me today, I will be checking and I will be very cross if you disobey me!" One sentence, but a sentence that carried such a threat and demanded such a lot. I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves, then slid my panties down, taking them off I picked up the thong, I straightened it a little, it was very sexy indeed, gently I slid my feet into it and pulled it slowly up my legs, tucking my small tingling and these days seldom erect penis between my legs as I wriggled it into place, its string slipping deep between my cheeks. Trying to slow my fast beating heart I opened the bathroom door and headed into my bedroom, the nursery. On the bed was my baby blue shorts and a white t shirt still warm from the drier, she had been true to her word, thank god. I pulled the shorts up as quickly as possible before she might turn up at my door, then I grabbed the t shirt. It was only when I got it on that I realised it was hers. It fitted me closer than a man's t shirt, it was more shaped, tighter at the waist wider at the hips and it the material was thinner. I looked at myself in the mirror, looking at what appeared to be standing there. I had no body hair, my skin appearing smooth, my hair was longer than a man's, cut in a bob sort of shape, the earrings were visible, the t shirt looked effeminate and covered the top of my pale blue shorts which clung to my hips, Christ I looked like I had tits, my chest bulging out, my nipples darkly visible beneath the material. Oh my god, I looked like a woman, I thought, shit I can't do this, I can't. "Lunch is ready, come on let's get moving." I headed downstairs my face flushed in embarrassment waiting for her taunting remarks, but she didn't say anything about it. "Oh I'm glad you saw them, I bet you feel better now, I made us a tomato sandwich, the sooner we eat it up the sooner we can go." She seemed to be very excited somehow, the very opposite to me, she was almost like a child that couldn't wait to go on a ride at the fairground. We finished our sandwich quicker than I would have hoped, then she got up and headed towards the front door, me reluctantly following as she turned towards me grinning a cheeky grin. "Do you know we are both only wearing 3 items of clothing not counting our sandals, isn't that a sexy thought?" I was quite dumfounded but before I could even think of an answer she was gone out of the door heading down the garden path to the gate and the road beyond. We arrived at the village fair in ten minutes, at the top of the park nearest our house were the rides and fairground attractions, there were lots of families and children wandering about and queuing. She wasn't interest, nor was I to be honest, but I was very self conscious about my appearance and I was looking everywhere to see if he was hiding watching us. We made our way down to the market stalls, they were all sorts and sizes, selling almost anything from food to clothing. She found a clothing stall, she was unerring in finding it. "This is where I bought this dress last year" she said holding her hem, "I'm looking for another one, they are so reasonable." We spent the next ten minutes with her looking at various dresses, looking at one, then going to another rail, looking at another, then another, then going back to the first. I just followed her making nice comments as she looked. She finally picked one out and held it up in front of her for me to see. "What do you think?" It was shorter than the previous one, flared from the arm to the hem. "It's lovely love," I said. She put it over her arm and continued looking, the rack she was on now, I thought was quite inappropriate for her, they looked far too tarty. She picked one out, it was considerable shorter still, it was sleeveless with an elasticated top stopping just below the bust to flare out in a floaty way to the hem, the material there light and very thin whilst the elasticated bust was a lycra mesh which was in itself quite clingilly revealing. "What do you think?" "It's lovely love," I said dutifully. "Do you think it's sexy?" "Ummm." I was being cautious. "I think it's very sexy love." She passed it over to me. "Hold it so that I can see." I held it out on its hanger at arm's length. "No, hold it up in front of you, I want to see what it looks like, I cant see what it looks like, like that." Reluctantly I held it up in front of me, holding the hanger beneath my chin. "Ooo I think it's lovely, don't you love it?" I nodded, "yes love" I could just imagine what she would look like wearing it and it wasn't an unpleasant thought. She brought the dresses to the till and I stood dutifully behind her. "Can you pack them separately please?" She told him, handing over the payment as she did. He put each in a separate plastic bag, handing them to her with her change. She turned to me holding out to me the bag with the tarty dress. "There don't say I never buy you a present, I am glad you could choose it for yourself." I heard the man chuckle behind her as my mouth fell wide open my face blushing bright red. "I..i umm it's for you love," I began, but she stopped me. "I am not going to argue I know you love wearing his dresses now you can wear my present too." I could have died, instead I just turned and walked out of the stall and stood in the thoroughfare waiting for her, trying to hide my shame and embarrassment at such humiliation in front of the stall holder. She seemed to know where she was going next and I followed along, trying to relax as she grinned at me over her shoulder. After various stalls we came to a jewellery stand, there were various priced boards and she seemed intent on some silver earrings with a black ace of spades on them, she asked the man that ran it how much they were and after a little quiet discussion he took them out and put them in a box for her. As he did so she continued looking at the other priced earrings, me standing behind her. She came to a rack of big hoops and she looked at them intently. "Can I see that one?" she said to the man, pointing at some very large loops. I whispered in her ear "But you don't like big loopy earrings love." She glanced at me over her shoulder then said loudly, "They're not for me silly, they're for you." I shrank back, looking around to see if anyone else had heard, the man was smiling at me not to ridicule me but in a pleasant way, if that makes any sense. "You can try them on to see if you like them" he said the softness of his voice revealing his sexuality. "Oh can he, that's great." My wife was already herding me forward and working on the small loops that I had struggled to remove from my ears, as if by magic she had them free, when I think of the time that I had wasted struggling to get them off, I was dumbstruck. "Keep fucking still and behave or I'll really make you regret it" she hissed then turned to the friendly man "do you think you can put them in for him, he isn't very experienced." I was totally horrified, totally, totally horrified why was she doing this to me? Did she hate me that much and when I thought that things were going that much better. Her nails were digging into my hand so I stood still as he fitted the loops in my lobes. "Ooo don't they look lovely on you," he said, he was indeed very gay. She told him she loved them and passed him a few notes to pay, I was waiting for someone to help me take them off again, I couldn't walk around the fair with huge looped earrings in like that, they actually tickled my neck, they were so long, but before I knew it she had my old ones and her new ace of spades earrings in a bag and was dragging me back out into the crowds. I prayed no one would see me, and that I didn't meet anyone that I knew, and I tried to remain as nonchalant as I could about it all, whilst deep down suffering unbelievable humiliation. I thought I saw him then, I looked twice and he was gone, I was getting more and more paranoid now, I saw him everywhere, I saw him even with people who couldn't be him. Then I caught sight of Mister Patel, my Asian shopkeeper from the day before, my nerves were on edge, I steered my wife in another direction and luckily she didn't notice what I was doing as we arrived near the bottom of the park by a middle sized marquee. A tall muscular man came up to us he had a tray with a bottle and some glasses of wine. "Hello ladies, have a glass of wine." I blushed about to grunt crossly at him, but my wife got in first. "Ohh thank you, what is this in aid of?" I took my glass too and let her carry on talking to the man as I sipped. The wine was very cold, but sweet and easy to drink. He told her that he represented a new health care spa and that they were demonstrating a very new sort of treatment. I fazed out a bit and carried on sipping as I looked around trying to see if the dam master was hiding close by. It seemed that the man was trying to encourage her to have a go at this treatment he put his tray on the grass and slid his hand over her neck. "You have tension here, do you have some back problems?" She was all gooey looking at him, it was sickening as she agreed and told him about the pains and aches she had in neck, back and hips, half of which I had never heard that she had before. The bottom line was that he wanted her to agree for an hour's session with a view to signing up for some long term treatment. "It will cost ?10.00, I am sure you can afford that?" And he looked directly at me. "Will you pay for me, it will make me feel so good?" She was at it too. He poured out another glass of the wine and passed it to us, "you won't regret it." I eventually agreed and passed the money over to him, it was then he looked at the treatment tables in the marquee, there were four and they were all full with various people massaging their clients. "Hmmm, they are full and I really want to give you a proper induction, look do you live close by?" He seemed very helpful I must admit. "I am not sure how long they are going to take and what the waiting list is like, but I want to do your treatment myself" he explained to her ignoring me now. She seemed besotted. "Yes, oh yes, we live just up the hill above the park," she almost babbled, I couldn't believe it. "If I get my case, do you mind, I know this is terribly unprofessional but if we go up to your house, we can do it there and to be honest it will be far better than in this drafty marquee?" She had agreed before I could even speak and turned to me as he went off to get his treatment case. "I won't be long, only about an hour I expect, I will meet you back here at 3 ok?" With that, as she was speaking, she took her lipstick out of her bag and taking my chin in her left hand she whispered, "Keep still" and painted my lips in the red colour. I gasped, "Noo," my face blushing bright red. "Now keep thinking about me, while I'm gone," she giggled. "Ok?" I heard him say. I couldn't look at him I was too embarrassed and they set off up the hill through the fair together a large case in his hand. My mobile buzzed in my pocket then, I took it out and read the text. "Come down through the trees to the path by the river at the bottom of the park, NOW." My heart went into overdrive, I felt like running away, I suddenly felt truly terrified, but I knew that if there was any way to stop this all, I had to do it and it had to be now. I set off down through the trees to the path that ran from the bottom of the park following the little river into the village. He was sitting on a bench as I arrived, he looked older than his picture, well dressed in chinos and shirt with a mildly evil appearance. You could almost tell that he was a highly educated man by his face, he was tall almost arrogant and assertive in his manner. "What a good girl you are, I hope you will always be this obedient." He was looking at me critically as he stood up. "I like your earrings and I am very pleased to see you've made an effort doing your lovely red lips just for me." I made to say no, but he waved me down. "I didn't say you could speak, now what's in the bag?" I glanced down at it in my hand. "Give it to me." He had a way about him that made me very very nervous and I must admit I was very afraid of him, I handed the bag over. He took the dress out from it. "Mmm that's pretty, did you choose it yourself?" I opened my mouth I didn't know what to say. "No matter, try it on for me, take off that t shirt, try it on." "Noo", I began but I saw the anger in his eyes "Don't fucking mess me about, do what I say or I will fuck up your pretty little lie of a life ..DO IT" I took off the t shirt, all of me was trembling, he held out his hand and I gave it to him, then he gave me the dress. I pulled it over my head and wriggled it down over myself, pulling the lycra mesh down over my growing breasts which it clung to and cradled. I smoothed the dress down over me, the flowy material seemed almost see through now that I had it on and it didn't seem to come down a lot further than the very tops of my thighs. I stood there bright red with embarrassment and deeply ashamed of myself. "Are you wearing the thong I gave you as a present?" I nodded my eyes burning in the shame. "Show me." Oh god oh god please no no I thought. "Please," I whispered. "I told you don't fuck me about now fucking DO IT or else." I put my hands under the dress undid my shorts and wriggled them down to my knees. "Give them to me." Petrified, I took them off over my sandals and gave them to him, my hand trembling as I did. "Now show me." I lifted the hem of the dress, my eyes almost closed in the shame of it all. "Turn around, let me see." I stood with my back to him the hem pulled up so he could see my bum, he came up behind me his hands quite softly touching my arms, he slid them down over my wrists pulling them behind me. I felt the coldness and heard the click almost before I realised what was happening and too late to react. I let go the hem from my fingers and pulled against myself, but he had very easily very quickly cuffed me with my hands behind my back and now I felt I was really in trouble. He turned me round and kissed me, I couldn't pull away from him, his hand holding my arms, his grip unbreakable to me feeling as I was. "We'll kiss properly when I get you home slut" He whispered, "Now let's go for a little walk, a man and his girl in the park" and he laughed softly looping his arm through mine and steering me as I dragged along reluctantly by his side out along the path for the village. I felt a mixture of terror, embarrassment and abject humiliation, a woman was coming along the path towards us, she glanced at us and I looked the other way, unable to face the sheer humiliation of it all. "Good afternoon, It is a lovely afternoon isn't it?" He was actually talking to her. "Good afternoon," she said, "Have you and your young lady been at the fare?" I wanted her to go, I thought I would die with embarrassment here. "Yes, I had to drag her away before she spent all my money." He laughed as he said it and she laughed with him. "Well I am going to see if I can get a bargain too, goodbye." She went off, to my huge gladness, I couldn't go through with this, I just couldn't. "Pleease, let me go," I mumbled. "I didn't say you could speak, so shut up." He didn't shout he spoke in a normal tone, but the way he said it left me with no doubt what he meant. We walked along, him keeping me moving, quickly now, there is a high stone wall to the left of the path with the river to the right, at various intervals there were doors let into the wall giving access to the back gardens of the big houses behind them. I had always understood that they were big expensive places a salubrious part of the village. We came to the second door and he stopped, producing a large key he unlocked the door and opened it, pushing me in and following behind me. This area of the garden was planted with shrubs and ornamental trees, I heard a dog barking, a loud deep bark. He was locking the door behind us and I stood there wondering what I could do to escape, a big dog appeared in a growling toothy rush in front of me. I am terrified of dogs and backed off, bumping into him, the master. He spoke something loudly and the dog stopped, just standing there looking at me growling softly. "He doesn't like strangers, he guards the place very well, I would advise you to behave yourself around him or he will get nasty." He could see that I was indeed scared of the animal. "If you are a naughty disobedient girl, I will let him play with you." And he laughed loudly, the dog barking as he did so. "Now give me a proper kiss, slut." He turned me so that my back was against the garden wall, I tried to avoid his lips this time, but his hissed anger stopped me. His lips touched mine and then within seconds and surprising me totally, he had pushed his tongue between my lips and was kissing me in a deep French kiss. At first I gagged at his intrusion, but he persisted and I couldn't breathe, until I couldn't fight him off anymore and then he had me almost swooning. I could feel his hand on my leg, slipping under my dress and up to my bum pulling me too him. He broke the kiss and I gasped in an almost slumped exhaustion, his face moved to my neck and I felt a huge shiver inside as his lips touched me there, the start of his love bite making me whimper as the nerves tightened throughout my body. Pulling away, he gripped my arm. "Come," he said and I tottered along to his direction. We made our way up the garden path, it wove through the garden which was both immaculate and beautiful, the dog following close behind us eyeing me warily. We came to some large steps with a marble pillared hand rail at the sides, he steered me across the paved patio to the back door where he held me in his left hand, unlocking the door with his right. We entered a large kitchen area and he pushed me through into an inner hall where he opened a further door revealing steps that lead downwards. "Go down, I am right behind you, there is no where you can go, so quick about it." At the bottom of the stairs was a corridor with doors off at the sides, it was very warm and spotlights were set into the ceiling along its length illuminating it. We passed a door where there were vents set into it, inside I could hear the drone of cooling fans and I guessed that this was probably the heart of his computer network, thinking to myself that if I was to get myself free, I would have to get in there to destroy the evidence he held over me. We came to the second door and he opened it, the room was bigger than I imagined and inside were all sorts of toys and instruments that one would have seen on the internet in one of those sex dungeons, my eyes opened in fear and horror, oh god what was he going to do to me? He moved in front of me, he had a collar in his hand that he must have picked up as we had got here. "Remember you do exactly what I say, I have set up an email with links and passwords to all your work and home contacts, believe me I know them all and all I have to do is press one button to send it from that terminal." He pointed to a computer terminal in a corner of the room. "After I have sent it, I will still make you do as I tell you, so DONT FUCK ME AROUND!" I stood rooted to the ground, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes, he could destroy me completely, so easily. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it tight and then he pushed me forward until I was standing at the end of a leather padded table. "Bend over," he said. I didn't want to, I just wanted out of all this, but it seemed that I had no alternative, I began to bend down over the bench and I struggled to do so, it was very difficult with my hands cuffed behind me like this. He produced a lead and clipped it onto the collar, pulling me down until I was lying from my hips up, flat on the padded table. He seemed to secure the lead over a hook down at the floor and I realised I couldn't pull myself up from it. He made his way round behind me and one at a time he took hold of my ankles gripping them tightly as he pulled my legs apart, cuffing them too, to the legs of the table. I whimpered, "Please, please, let me go please." He didn't answer, but pulled a trolley over to me it had a screen mounted at an angle on it. He arranged it in front of my face, lowering and adjusting it so that as I lay there I could do nothing but look at it. "You can watch some light entertainment whilst I go and get things ready for your fun afternoon." He seemed to giggle, it was almost out of place, I would never have imagined him giggling, it actually sounded a bit girly which was weird. He switched the screen on and it flickered a little as it warmed up, he seemed to have disappeared somewhere. I looked at the screen wondering what he was going to make me watch, probably some porno thing I expect, I struggled testing my bonds to see if I could free myself. Then the screen cleared and I tensed in shock, it was our bedroom, well my wife's bedroom as of recent months. There was the bed, it seemed to be covered with a rubber sheet, but I instantly recognised that it was our bed. My wife suddenly came into the picture, she was in her bra and pants, they were both black but I knew the panties from his picture and as she lay on her stomach on the bed I could easily read the words "I love black" written in shiny silver letters on the translucent material. I could see through them even, see her bum. The sound suddenly seemed to come on, as if it had just been switched. "Just lie on your tummy and relax, I will just get ready and we will begin." I hated it, I hated it, omg what was happening, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. He seemed to appear in the picture now too, I could have screamed, he wasn't wearing a white coat as all the therapists at the marquee, he was wearing a pair of loose shorts, omg they were boxer shorts, I have never worn them myself but I had seen them in shops. He didn't have anything else on.. omgggg. It was like a morbid fascination with impending doom as I watched, he climbed astride her legs and began to pour oil on her back. "I will have to undo this if you don't mind, I can't work on your back whilst its fastened." I watched as he undid her bra and helped her slip the straps off her shoulders until it was off her all together. He began again to massage the oil in to her back. I struggled and pulled and my bonds, I couldn't even seem to get any slack at all, I was held there so tight, in the end I was drawn back to looking at the screen. He was rubbing her shoulders now, telling her to relax "You have knots all up in your shoulders and neck, I can feel them, your back is all out of line so I'm going to put a belt around your waist to help to straighten you out ok?" He was massaging her shoulders as he said it and I heard a soft sound, she must have said ok I could see him reach down to the floor and he brought up a wide black belt with odd loops on it. "I'm going to pass this under you around your waist, can you lift your hips a little so I can do that?" I could see her lifting her hips slightly, I couldn't take my eyes off now, a nerve was throbbing in my ears. He pushed the belt under her pulling it out the other side, then he wrapped it around her waist, it seemed like some sort of velcro fastening and it seemed to stretch as he pulled it tightly around her. The loops looked odd though, as he adjusted them on her hips. "Now, I am going to take your arms straight to your sides and fix your wrists down to the belt, it is to help to straighten your back and align your backbone." I could see him massaging down her left arm, pulling it downwards as he did, further and further until he had her wrist which he pulled to the belt, fixing the loop around it, holding it to her waist. "Is that comfortable?" Again I heard a mumbled noise. "Now your right arm." And again he worked his way slowly down her right arm and again fixing her wrist to the belt at her hip. I was mesmerized, I didn't know what he was going to do, was it all a health massage? His hands went back to her shoulders. "There now slut let's turn you over." I think she was as shocked as I was and there was silence for a second, then he started to turn her over and I could hear her protestations. "Noo nooo let her go," I said out loud as if he could hear me. He turned her over, she was kicking her legs a bit now but her arms were fixed tightly to her sides. He had her on her back in seconds and sat astride her looking at her, her bra was still on the bed and her breasts were naked to his view, she was telling him to let her go but he was smiling as his hands slipped around them tweaking her nipples with his fingers and thumbs, she seemed to keep protesting but it didn't seem quite so loud. I was saying it though, I was saying, let her go let her go, please stop it, like a fool talking to the television. I heard a voice in my ear which made me jump inside, it was him. "Are you enjoying the picture?" he murmured, his hand sliding up over my bottom. I glanced sideways at him he was dressed in some sort of black rubber body suit, his face a scary mask. "Let her go, let her go, make him stop," I babbled, I couldn't see his response behind the mask. "Why should I?" "Pleease, pleease oh please, tell him to stop, let her go, please ..mm .master." I babbled again, actually using that dreaded master word to try to encourage him. He seemed to be thinking. "Pleease," I said again. "What's in it for me sissy? Will you be a good girl for me?" "Yy yss yess," I blurted. "Tell me." "I I will be a a good girl for you mmaster I will do what you wwant but pleease pleease tell him to stop and let her go." He was behind me now, pulling my dress up over my back, I could feel his rubber covered hips against my bottom and the heat of his throbbing naked erection touching me. "Will you be a really good girl,sissy, will you let me take you and love it like the gay sissy you are?" "Y y yss," I whimpered, only wanting her release. "Tell me you are a gay sissy and you want me to fuck you." In the corner of my eye, I could see the man pulling her panties to one side and I began to babble quickly "I I Im a gay sissy and I want you to fuck me master." I could feel him moving the thong I was wearing to one side too, I could feel his hot stiffness touching me. "Tell me you are going to be a girl for me, tell me you want to be a girl for me, tell me that you will work as a slut and earn lots of money for me." I gasped as I heard him say it, my god I cant I cant, I had to get away omg omg. "Pleease, Pleease noooo." On the screen I could see the man had taken his boxer shorts off and his erection looked huge. "I, I wwant to be a a girl for you and I umm I will work hard as a slut for you master," I whimpered, begging inside for him to tell the man to stop. My wife's legs were being pulled apart, the man was somehow tying them apart and I could see the wetness on her panties as she wriggled and struggled on the bed. He was rubbing something cool and wet into my rosebud, his finger slipping into me making me gasp my buttocks tightening in an attempt to stop him. He smacked my cheek with his hand. "Do you want her free, do you want me to tell him to release her? Now Beg me to fuck you and give yourself to me." My poor wife, my poor wife, I had to help her, I had to, the words almost stuck in my throat "Ohh..i.i pleease pleease please fuck me, fuck me mmaster," I whimpered, hating myself as I pushed my bottom back against him, as far as I could move in my restraints. He entered me then, unstoppably, slowly teasingly gently, not aggressively. Giving me time to relax every time the pain made me tense he slipped in deeper and deeper, until his hips were against my bum and he was finally fully inside me. He held me there a second and then he began to fuck me slowly. I was gasping a mixture of discomfort and horror but he had made me use a dildo many times with him on the web and suddenly I couldn't help but become more and more aroused as he fucked me. I was starting to moan, I could hear myself, I opened my eyes which I had closed on the pain of his initial entry, on the screen in front of me the man was between my wife's legs, his cock inches from her bare hairless, defenceless pussy, I heard her begging him not to. "Please stop him, please stop him," I whimpered my voice sounding a moany soft girlish sound in my ears. "Too late now sissy, why shouldn't she have a real man, after all you're no good for her now, and anyway I couldn't have stopped him if I had wanted to, she is his prize." "Noooooooooo," I screamed but the scream was inside my head. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, the feel of his cock pumping deep into me making, possessing me my whimpers turning to moans and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I would be coming for him, unable to stop myself. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When I originally wrote this story I wrote the next chapter as my wife's story with a final chapter in this book 1 a return to my own story. If I may ask you, my dear readers, a question. Do you want me to publish the next chapter as my wife's story or do you want me to continue with my own experience that afternoon and evening?