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In Submission to a dominant force Here is a true story about my wife and my domineering Mother in law. To explain before I start, I knew my wife had some history, a failed marriage and regular boyfriends, but I fell in love with her and whilst my marriage proposal was a surprise to her, she agreed to it. I suppose looking back I was drawn to her as any submissive is to an assertive bossy woman, though I was sure she had no idea I was a closet cross dresser before we married. That discovery was made in our first year together and her disgust at me then was more than evident, with her telling me that I had tricked her into marriage. After much pleading, begging and promises to her, our lives continued again, seemingly happily but in reality she had changed and was becoming more and more assertive and dominant in our relationship. I had no idea then that she had told her mother about me and to what extent that they had discussed me. That awful revelation came later when that most hateful woman told me herself. I remember distinctly when it all really started, we had had an argument, it was a nice sunny day yet she wanted me to paint the hallway in her mother's house. I hadn't been cooperative, I didn't like her mother at all and didn't feel like it on a nice day like that, instead I wanted to go out sailing on the river in my little boat. She was furious, walking out on our argument she had gone upstairs to our bedroom which was most unlike her, leaving me feeling rather unnerved. I stood there fretting for a while, thinking that perhaps I shouldn't have been like that, shouldn't have been so selfish. Perhaps it was ten minutes later, just as I was on the verge of calling my apologies up to her, that she called down for me to come up to see her in the bedroom. She had undressed and was standing there in the middle of the bedroom waiting, wearing only her black bra and panties. She looked very erotic and I must admit I felt excited seeing her like that. Her face told a different story however and seeing me there were no sexy words to match her dress, in fact the only words she uttered were an assertive, no an aggressive bark, telling me to strip. I am quite a submissive person and have a problem saying no to people, especially my wife and most especially when she was in that kind of mood. So naively, thinking she wanted to tease me and make up, as I really wanted to too, I foolishly did as she told me with a feeling of stupid submissive excitement growing within me. When I was finally naked, I began to realise that this mightn't be a sexy game after all, the anger in her face hadn't subsided and there was ferocity in her voice as she ordered me to lie over the end of the bed. She pointed with her crop, a wickedly sexy black thing, I suddenly felt very nervous and began to start apologising. Her face was a mask of anger and she pointed at the bed again, I wasn't at all keen but seeing how cross she was, I reluctantly played along with her. In reality she had clipped me playfully with that wicked crop a few times before, it had hurt, but it had lead to her being hugely aroused and being quite wild in the resulting sex. This time things were different however, I lay there quivering expectantly, my bottom in the air, not at all excited about the prospect and then she began to use her crop on my poor soft bum. She was angry, almost violent, telling me that I should never argue with her when she told me what to do. She didn't hold back and I am ashamed to say that I wriggled so much to avoid her strokes that she actually held me down with her other hand on the small of my back. She didn't hold back, even as I begged her to stop, apologising over and over, but she didn't, not until she had me in tears. I was shamefully sobbing like a baby, feeling completely broken and In fact I had red stripes on my bum for days afterwards. As I sat there on the bed snivelling she looked down at me haughtily triumphant, before opening my wardrobe door and going into the bottom, into the very bottom drawer (my secret dressing up drawer that is). I was shocked she knew where it was and I nearly died in embarrassment when she took out the matching set of pink bra, panties and shorty petticoat which I'd hidden away in the bottom. She threw them at me and told me to put them on, in fact what she said was "Get them on, I want to see you wearing them by the time I come back." And she strode out of the bedroom back down the stairs. I was feeling terribly humiliated, embarrassed and not a little upset, but I admit I am afraid of her especially when she was in such a bad mood, so I stupidly did what she told me. I suppose in reality she knew that if she got me in panties I would do anything she said, bloody stupid wimp that I am. She came back upstairs after a few minutes; she was carrying a disposable paper decorating overall, one of those white all in one things that zipped up the front. She handed it to me and she stood there watching, hands on hips, compounding my embarrassment as she made me wear it over the panties, bra and petty. When I finally had it on to and zipped up to her satisfaction she told me that she hoped that I had learnt my lesson and that now I was going to go with her to paint her mother's hallway as she'd said told me I had to before. I begged her to let me change, I couldn't go to her mother's house like that, there was no way I could let her see me dressed like this. I said I was sorry, I would paint her mother's hallway, I promised her I would, but please, I begged, please let me change into some normal decorating clothes. She was still very angry, furious even, she wouldn't listen to my pleas as I begged her and in the end I just had to go along with her. She supervised my putting the steps and tools into the boot of the car, then she demeaned me further, telling me to get into the passenger seat. It was unusual for her to drive, but she did so without a word. She didn't even look at me as we drove and I sat by her side feeling small, nervous and hugely self conscious, afraid that the colour and lines of those terribly feminine undies would be seen through the thin white paper of the overall. As we progressed I tried and tried to speak, to persuade her, but each time I tried to beg her to let me go back to change she blanked me, taking no notice, so much was her single-mindedness . I dreaded getting to her mother's house so much, I detested the woman and I could feel my face growing redder and redder at the thought of her seeing me. When we finally got there her mother seemed to know we were coming she was standing at the door as if she was waiting for us. On the floor beside her she had ready the paints and brushes. She greeted my wife with a kiss and a hug, totally ignoring me and I quietly made a start, forcing myself to nod and smile outwardly at her, whilst inside I was feeling that horrible nervous self consciousness, embarrassed and humiliated. They chatted together animatedly for a while, all smiles as I worked covering the carpet with the dustsheets, until eventually they both turned to me and my wife informed me they were going out and leaving me to get on with it. They left me alone then whilst they went to the shops and to watch the village carnival which they must have planned to see all along. In all honesty I was glad to see them go, it meant I could relax a little and I started painting as quickly as possible. I just wanted to get it finished so that I could get the hell out of there when they decided to come back. Truthfully, I was scared to make a mess though, I couldn't face her mother's wrathful criticisms if I hadn't done it properly, so it was a slower process than I would have liked. In reality It had been a strange afternoon, I had suffered from a mixture of stupid submissive arousal to my wife and a nervous fear of a possible horrible humiliation from my mother in law. My bum had been hot all afternoon where my wife had used her crop on me and it was a constant reminder, so much so that I had found it insanely difficult to concentrate on the painting. Her mother finally came back at about 5.30 and she was alone, she said my wife had met an old friend and had gone for a drink with him. She seemed so smug saying it, smiling at the anxiety she could see it immediately caused me, which just made me feel even worse. By the time her mother had come back, I had all but finished the painting, making an effort to take my time whilst trying extra specially hard to be clean and tidy with the paint. Normally it would have taken me half an hour to put everything away, put the vacuum cleaner over the floor and be ready to go home, finished and glad to be away from her. Now of course things were different, my wife wasn't back and it meant I'd have to wait for her. Meanwhile her mother seemed delighted in telling me all about my wife meeting with this old friend of hers and how delighted she had been when he had invited her for a drink with him. I tried my best to pretend that it didn't worry me, hiding my blushes and jealous humiliation, but in my heart I could tell she knew what it was doing to me as she told me. She looked around the hallway, inspecting my work, making me squirm nervously inside, then with nothing to criticise she just told me to clean up and after I'd finished I could make her a nice cup of tea. She was such an arrogant bitch. I took my time tidying, hopeful that my wife would return soon to minimize the time I would be alone with her horrible over assertive mother. However it came to the point when everything was tidy and clean and there was nothing else to do but to sort out making her damn tea. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and trying my best to be amiable, I popped into the lounge where she was sitting reading. On my best behaviour and doing my utmost to be friendly I asked her if she wanted some cake with her tea. She looked at me in total scorn and I nearly jumped out of my skin when she suddenly shouted for me not to go in there dressed in my painting overalls. She said that she didn't want me in there in my filthy clothes and she didn't want tea tasting of paint either. I felt in a total predicament, the walls closing in around me, I didn't have a change of clothes and I was feeling very trapped. It was then that the phone rang and she answered it, leaving me standing in the hallway wishing that my wife would come through the front door and save me. I didn't catch much that my mother in law said and the conversation was quite short, but the words that stick out in my memory were don't worry, stay here, enjoy yourself, but it didn't make much sense and I thought it was one of her weird friends. When she put the phone down however she turned to me, somehow I thought that she had a look of triumph on her face. "That was Hazel, she has been invited out for dinner with her friend so she won't be coming back tonight, he is such a nice man, he is a fireman, was her childhood sweetheart, her first love, they always had such a great time together before he had to leave the area." I gasped, blushing again, the feeling of jealousy burning in my tummy and feeling embarrassingly humiliated by her words. My brain was slow to take it all in and then it suddenly dawned on me, a horrible nausea growing in the pit of my stomach, Hazel had the keys for the car and our house. I must have looked like a nervous child as I tried to tell her that Hazel had the key to the car and that I needed it to get home. Her response was swift and assured, she said that it was all arranged I would be staying the night with her. I was aghast my mouth opening and shutting as I struggled to voice a reply. "Now go and get that filthy dirty overall off and make the tea." My heart was thumping in fear, I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights and I looked at her in pained embarrassment, hardly knowing what to say. She looked at me standing there nervously unmoving, "I told you to get along and quick about it, I'm thirsty." It was then I had to explain in a stupidly nervy quivering voice, my face burning with embarrassment, that I didn't have trousers or shirt on under the overall. For some stupid moment I thought that she seemed to know already, even though she didn't say so. She looked at me with a broad smile and I knew that she was laughing at me rather than with me if that makes sense. "You'd better come along then" She got out of her chair and headed up the stairs to the airing cupboard on the landing. I felt myself relaxing slightly, for the first time I thought it's going to be ok, she'll find a pair of joggers or something, that I could borrow, but when she took out the pink nylon housecoat my stomach tightened in a heart stopping dismay. She handed it to me and totally matter of fact she said "Now put that on and get going with my tea before I die of thirst" I should have left then, walked back to my house, but as luck would have it, it had just started to rain. My village is about seven miles from there, the paper overall isn't exactly waterproof and of course I didn't have the house key, it was on the bunch with the car keys in my wife's handbag. Eventually, albeit reluctantly, I had to change out of the paper painting overalls into the housecoat, there was little or no alternative. I went into the bathroom and closed the door, my mother in law is one of those people who has no lock on the bathroom door and even in normal circumstances it made me nervous and uneasy to be in there, but now taking off those overalls and standing there in the feminine underwear that I was wearing was truly terrifying. Not only that, but worse still, I had a sudden realisation, if anyone knows about these nylon house coat things, this one came to mid thigh with five buttons up the front. I didn't know what to do, first she could glimpse the petticoat through the gap at the top and the bottom, second she would see that my wife had made me wax my legs (and bits) and third I felt that the bra strap was much more noticeable through this than even the damn paper painting overall. I looked in the mirror and the whole thing looked sissy, my heart was pounding I was truly too frightened to come out of that room and was on the point of putting the paper overall back on when she banged at the door. "Are you dead in there, come along get a move on." She made such a fuss with her banging and shouting that I opened the door a bit in the intention of telling her I was going to put my overalls back on and walk home so as not to be a nuisance to her. She is a tall woman and she pushed the door as I opened it, revealing me standing there, my face burning so hot I wished the ground would open up and hide me. The smile wasn't one of pleasure or kindness it was one of triumph and domination, she looked me up and down, making it obvious. "Good, that will do for now, now get the tea as I told you sissy." She stood aside indicating for me to go ahead of her back down the stairs. "Your wife has told me all about you so there is nothing you can hide from me. Now do as you are told and I will decide what I will do about you after." I was totally shocked, I could hardly believe my ears, my face burning in complete embarrassment, I just wanted to run away and hide my whole inside quivering in painful humiliation. Her hand flicked out like a snake striking, grabbing my arm and pulling me out through the bathroom door and shoving me down the stairs as she followed closely behind me. I was in a state of shock and felt too embarrassed even to speak. "Bring it into the lounge on the tray with the cakes I bought this afternoon and quick about it." Her voice was strident, arrogant almost aggressive. I stood trembling in the kitchen in front of the singing kettle, looking around trying to find something I could wear so that I could escape through the back door, perhaps climb over the fence and hide until it was dark enough for me to walk home unnoticed. My mind strayed to her words then and the realisation that my wife had shared my intimate secrets with her. I couldn't figure it out, she must hate me, but why hadn't she just told me that, why hadn't she just divorced me and what was she and her mother trying to do by doing this to me. My state of mind at that time was truly damaged, I was not thinking straight and I was trembling all over with the shock and a nervous fear. I was at a loss as to what to do, all I could think of at that moment was to run, but the thought of trying to go seven miles dressed like this in the cold, dark and wet defeated me and almost whimpering to myself in my abject humiliated frustration, I set to and made my horrible mother in law's tea I tried to be as careful as possible putting the things on the tray, but my hands were literally shaking and I know how my mother in law is about her china. She is a total snob for the proper cups with saucers, sugar bowl, milk jug and tea plates, if you know what I mean. I had often thought that she must believe herself to be the lady of the manor, there were certainly no mugs there. When I'd finally got everything together I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, I had decided that I had little or no alternative at that time but to play along, I really didn't know what she was capable of. I had always known her as arrogant and domineering and I suspected that she had hated me from the start, but now it seemed she also wanted to humiliate and degrade me. Feeling very trapped and pressurised I couldn't really see what else to do, but I knew I would have to grab the first opportunity I had to find a way out of this nightmare. I brought the tray in to the lounge quivering and trying my best not to spill anything and stupidly not to even rattle the cups Foolishly I believed that even that would annoy her and in my fearful apprehension I really didn't want to annoy her. When I entered the lounge she was sitting waiting in her chair, it was one of those upright wooden framed things which don't look anything like as comfortable as the settee which was soft and padded. There were 2 other chairs like hers in the room and a low highly polished coffee table pretty much in the middle. She pointed to the coffee table and told me to put the tray down there. I was hugely conscious that I would have to bend over to put it down and in so doing, that my mother in law would see all that I was wearing beneath that demoralising housecoat. It wasn't as if I had a brainwave, it just suddenly seemed a logical way to keep at least some dignity and I bent at my knees to put the tray down. (stupidly ladylike, what a fool I am). Of course I hadn't realised that by doing that, instead of just plonking the tray down and not caring less, I was actually playing into her hands. Without even thinking what I really looked like to her, in my mind I was not showing her what else I was wearing under that damn house coat. It never occurred to me that she could plainly see this sissy (her son in law) in front of her putting a tray on the coffee table in a very girlish way. I am such a stupid idiot. Seeing me do that, I realise now that she must have become even more assured of herself pushing me further. "Get a move on pour out my tea." I nodded, I couldn't speak, she is fearfully assertive, draconian even. She knew of course that you can't easily pour out the tea at that level by just bending your knees and holding them tightly together can you? I realised that to my dismay when I tried. So this time I attempted to turn sideways to her, I could see her out of the corner of my eye, smiling evilly as she watched me struggle not to reveal any more of myself than I could help. I finally held out to her, her cup of tea together with a cup cake on a matching plate. She nodded to a side table by her chair and I placed them fighting to still my trembling hands so as not to slop tea into the saucer. I was suddenly left stupidly standing in front of her as she turned to look directly at me, I was embarrassed enough at the whole situation but I wasn't prepared for what she said next. "Let me see what you are wearing, open your overall and show me." My blood ran cold, my tummy in an ice grip, my heart pounding loudly in my ears, my face felt as if it was on fire and I just stared at her. I didn't know what to say or do, in fact I was honestly considering running out of the room to get back to the bathroom for the painting overalls. In a time elapsed moment I thought of myself walking home in them in the dark and the pouring rain. As I said before she is an aggressive woman and she was frighteningly fierce when she almost spat at me "Quick about it," It made me jump, "Come along, get a move on" she said. How can I describe my emotions, abject humiliation, my face burning red, stupidly close to tears in fear of this woman, my mother in law, dominant bitch that she is. I was slow undoing the buttons, wouldn't you be, god, standing there, in front of her like a school boy (or girl) revealing to my mother in law, my actual mother in law, the female underwear that I was wearing, Needless to say she hurried me up with the unbuttoning. "Get a move on, I haven't got all night." I could see the smile, such a mirthless humiliating smile as she saw me, the pink bra and panties apparent through the white nylon of the petticoat which was a full one, though a mini (meant for wearing under a mini dress). My face must have been crimson, the humiliation and shame of it all was almost too much to bear. I didn't, couldn't hardly dare look at her, but when I did glance up it chilled me to the bone, I could see her eyes gleaming with the most terrible evil almost hungry expression. "Show me your knickers now sissy." She hissed. It was all too much for me and I was about to turn to run, to get out of there. But she could see what I was thinking, knew what I was going to do and she stopped me there her voice raised and sharp. It was all that was needed, I paused one second then she began a little lecture before I could think to move. "If you do not behave and do whatever you are told then I will tell my daughter to finish it all and divorce you. Don't think that I won't do that, you see she has told me all about you and she has asked for my advice about whether or not to divorce you. We have discussed the options and I have suggested this trial, for me to take you over, if you behave, then she will live her life in the way she wants and you might still remain living under the same roof. Well at least occasionally." She paused as I looked at her aghast. "So it is your choice, to go through a divorce and lose everything, where the grounds will be made totally public, the world will know that you dress up in women's clothing and that you are gay. We will have no problem creating the evidence." I was bereft, my face on fire and my insides turned to mush, they couldn't, she couldn't, it was lies, my heart was hammering in my chest and I was idiotically near to tears again. "But, I, I am not gay, you, you, can't do this to me" I whimpered. Stupid me I couldn't face her like a man even then. "Show me your knickers sissy; let's see if you understand what you are - NOW." Her voice was even, authoritative, until she spat the last order. My head was in a turmoil, I didn't want to do this, I hated her, hated her with all my heart and I knew deep down that if I did as she was telling me, it would be only the first step. I would be submitting to her, submission to god knows what, yet the agony of it all was, there seemed to be no alternative. I knew then that unless I did what she said they would ruin me financially and make me a public laughing stock. Being the foolish wimp that I am, I didn't shout and scream and tell her to fuck off, tears were in my eyes, they stung a little and I felt completely miserable. In the end I am embarrassed to say that seeing little or no way out, I finally resorting to pleading with her. "Please, please, I love Hazel, please don't do this to me." I think she knew she had me beaten then, I'd shown her I was weak and would back down, she smiled that awful mirthless smile of hers again. "Show me your Knickers sissy, I won't tell you again." Looking at her through my foolish tears I finally gave in and I reached for the hem of the petticoat lifting it up just enough to show her the panties I was wearing, my head almost bursting from the humiliation of doing so. I stood there in front of my mother in law, the housecoat open, my petticoat raised, enough to reveal the panties my wife had made me wear. She looked at them and me tucked, almost hidden in them. "My daughter needs a man, a real man, not a sissy like you. Her boyfriend, now he is a real man, he is a fireman, big and strong and I remember how he made her moan when they had sex and they had sex all the time, believe me." She was revelling in making me feel terrible. "I expect he will have her panties down tonight and he will penetrate and take her, remind her what it was like and how much she liked it." She paused again "You could never give her that. When she told me all about you, and she did tell me everything about you, I made sure she did, I pumped her, teased it out of her, she couldn't keep anything secret from me, not from her mother." I couldn't speak I just stood there my fingers frozen in place still holding up the hem of my petticoat, the mixture of jealousy and humiliation burning up inside me. "I thought then I had to take control of the situation." She went on tirelessly enjoying seeing my reactions as she told me "I found out his address and it was I who rang him and I who told him how much she missed him, I told him to come down this weekend, to meet us and to take her out." My stupid penis jerked slightly under this tirade of humiliation and under her close scrutiny she noticed and smiled to herself. "Open the carrier bag on the table." My face was burnished red and I was trembling from head to toe in my total embarrassed humiliation. "Quick about it, open it." She almost shouted I swiftly dropped the hem of the petticoat and opened the bag that she nodded to on the table beside her chair, inside was a baby pink suspender belt and a packet containing stockings. "Put the suspender belt on, now, here, in front of me and hurry up about it." My eyes stung and my face burned red hot, trembling and completely embarrassed, oh my god was there no end to the shame she was putting me through. I lifted my petticoat and fastened the suspender belt around my waist, I did it backwards with the hooks and eyes at the front so that I could fasten them, then twisted it around so that it was the right way round, before I slipped the suspenders under my panties. It was how I had always done it and I just didn't think about the method of doing it when I did it, but she noticed. "Its not the first time you've done that you little gay sissy, is it?" I couldn't look at her, my whole body was humiliated to the core. "Put on the stockings you little gay sissy and don't ladder them," Her voice is so assertive, so domineering when she speaks to me, I am sure she doesn't speak to anyone else like that. Carefully I slipped them up my smooth legs, standing in front of her as she watched my every move. "When my daughter told me about you, I told her to get you waxed and keep you like that, I told her that as you were a sissy you should look like one and be treated like one, I told her to make sure that the only hair on your body was on your head and it looks as if she has been a good girl and has done what I told her to do. I wanted her to prepare you for me, because you are going to be mine now sissy." I couldn't speak I was an emotional wreck and couldn't trust myself to open my mouth. I just carried on fixing the suspenders to the stockings, my fingers trembling badly as I listened to her continual descriptions of the conversations between her and my wife. The flash from her camera made me jump just as I was finishing. I nearly screamed "Noo" to her, but I was too afraid and just stopped myself. I ended up just standing there in complete misery wishing that I had never ever been insane enough to wear female things in the first place, yet a stupid tiny part of me, near the head of my penis, was tingling idiotically. "Take the house coat right off" Whimpering to myself in my abject misery I did as I was told, standing in petticoat, bra, panties and now suspenders and stockings. She picked up a slightly bulkier carrier bag which had been hidden beside her chair and she handed it to me. "Put this on and don't keep me waiting this time." Feeling broken, desperately embarrassed and sobbing submissively I reluctantly took the bag from her and nervously looked inside. There seemed to be a bundle of black and white satin material in there. "Get a move on or I'll kick you out of the front door as you are." Her voice was loud and aggressively losing patience. I hurried, my heart pounding in response to her angry spat and with trembling fingers I pulled the material out of the bag. To my horror as it unfolded I could see that it was a maids dress, a French maids dress. I nearly dropped it in the shock of seeing it. "Put it on and quick about it." I looked at her beseechingly, pleading her, but she stared me down, daring me to disobey. Cursing my own pathetic wimpishness I stood there in front of her and stepped into the dress, pulling it up my body slipping my bare arms into the capped sleeves as I did so until they slid over my shoulders. "Turn around." Her orders were brief and no nonsense, leaving no room to argue. My legs were trembling, a pulse throbbing in my forehead as I did as she told me. She stood for a moment then, zipping the back of the dress up, the material tightening around me as she did so. "This will make sure you behave yourself and don't get any wise ideas." Out of the corner of my eye I saw she was holding a thin black leather collar with a small silver padlock. I gasped a small whimpered noo please noo, but the collar was tightened around my neck almost before I'd spoken. The padlock cleverly locked it fast whilst also locking the ring from the zip on the back of the dress to it. My gasp told her that I had realised the dress could only be taken off by her key, the sound of the padlock shutting like the clang of a cell door in my mind. Before I had recovered she had sat down again. "Turn around let me see you." I turned, my emotions in pieces, immediately realising how ludicrously short the dress was, compounding my humiliation as I vainly tugged at the hem a whimpering sob of embarrassment escaping my lips. "Stop that, leave it sissy." She spat, there was vehemence in her words. I stood there blushing, my cheeks burning a bright red, wishing I was dead. The flash from the camera again compounded my feelings and I stood there in wretched humiliation, close to tears as I had been throughout the whole demeaning episode. "Lean forward to me sissy." In her hands she held a black leather leash a strange silver double clip in her right hand. I hesitated, pleading with my eyes. "Lean forward to me sissy." Her voice was a low hissing assertiveness. I wanted to just walk out, bugger the consequences, run away from this nightmare, run, run, get away. Stifling a sob of frustration and quivering all over, I leaned towards her. She was smiling her evil smile as she clipped the leash onto the collar. "You belong to me now sissy, you're mine." I could have screamed, should have shouted at her, told her no way, told her to fuck off, but instead I just sobbed as she gave an experimental tug on my leash.