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This is the second part of this story, to catch up and understand the situation please read part 1. The story is "based" on true fact as explained in part 1 and is about the domination by mother in law over her sissy son in law, it is about her slow emasculation and feminisation of him as she takes over his life. From past experience, if you don't like stories about sissification and forced feminisation then please don't read on only to send me withering complaintive feedback. This story contains descriptions not suitable to any minor, if you are below the legal age please do not continue In Submission to a dominant force part 2 She stood again then and turned to walk out from the lounge pulling me along behind her on the end of the leash which she gripped tightly in her hand. I stumbled, wrong footed and unbalanced, with no alternative but to follow her. We went through into the kitchen where she marched on purposely into the pantry, my hands seeking the leash to try to balance against her jerking pull on my neck. The pantry was empty except for a kitchen chair with a plastic shopping bag on it. There was a rope wound around a cleat on the far wall which led to a pulley fixed in the middle of the ceiling and down to a shackle dangling idly from it. I had never been into the pantry before, but I had previously seen these contraptions connected to a clothes airer and I knew that it was used to pull the airer up to the ceiling. The airer was no longer there however and I was more than confused by her leading me into this bare windowless room. She was still tugging on the damnable leash, which I was trying to hold at my neck in an attempt to release it. I hadn't realised, in fact I idiotically had no idea that she caught the dangling shackle. She slipped the loop in her hand between its open jaws and screwed it shut. Not a word had been spoken until I gasped in a sudden panicky realisation as she walked over to the cleat on the wall on the far side of the room and began to pull on the rope from around it. Suddenly my leash was tightened vertically to the roof and I was almost on tiptoes to try and stop myself being choked. Nodding to herself as if in satisfaction she tied the rope off tightly to the cleat before walking past my struggling, whimpering, begging form. For a moment I thought she was going to leave me there like that, but she seemed to come back in seconds closing and locking the door behind her. In her hand was a small tape recorder which she set on the floor pressing two buttons on it. "Testing, yes I can see this is working. This is for you my darling, I'm going to ask your sissy husband some questions, you will hear his answers and you will see that I was absolutely right." I paled aghast swinging on my tip toes, my hands scrabbling to get a purchase on the slippy leather of the leash. "Give me your hand sissy." Her words were an authoritative order as she was reaching for my right hand. "Please, please, let me go, please," I stupidly whimpered as her hand closed around my wrist and easily pulled it free from where I was trying to get a grip on the leash. The click of the cuff behind me sent me into palpitations and I instantly let my other hand go from the leash in an attempt to push her away, stop her and pull myself free. She must have been waiting for such a move and idiotically I had played into her hands. In seconds she had both my wrists cuffed behind me as I tottered on tip toes, the leash from the collar around my neck tightly pulled to the ceiling. She seemed almost casual and ignoring my whimpering begging words as I pleaded for my freedom, she pulled the chair around in front of me, taking the plastic bag off it and placing it on the floor beside her. She was taking her time now, it seemed like she was enjoying herself just as if she was a torturer in some medieval dungeon. She took a handful of clothes pegs out of the bag, I was terrified, what evil did she have in mind, was my mother in law more cruel than even I had imagined? She lifted the hem at the front of my maid's uniform and began to peg it up around my waist as I pirouetted and wriggled to try and avoid god knows what she had in mind. The stinging smack on my stocking covered thigh took me by surprise. "Keep still, you sissy, or I'll leave you here dangling all night." Her snapped words were loud, filling the small room and I nervously, quaveringly had no choice but to obey her. She carried on in an assured and almost practised manor until my dress and petticoats had been pegged up around my waist revealing me in the panties stockings and suspenders. I couldn't do anything about the pictures which she seemed to be regularly taking in an almost chronographic recording of this horror, I just stood there whimpering stupidly, wishing it would all stop. She reached for, then slowly slipped her fingers into, the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down. The eroticism of it all was beginning to get to me, her touch teasing, the slow movement, the feel of the satin panties sliding over me. As my penis became free, I couldn't stop it from humiliatingly, embarrassingly, stiffening before my mother in law's eyes. "You love being a gay sissy don't you?" She looked up at me leaving my panties clinging and just cradling my testicles and insanely, my stupid penis was tingling and jerking madly. I peeped down wondering what horror she was planning and I saw her slowly take a pair of medical latex gloves from the bag. She slipped them onto her hands, taking her time to fit them snuggly. My mind was now a confused turmoil of total fear, dreadful humiliation and yet a foolish yearning. Gripping me, she began to stroke me, talking as she did. "You are my little gay sissy now, aren't you?" I was gasping at the feel of her as she gently slipped her latex fingers up and down along my now throbbing length. She was completely evil teasing me like this, I was wriggling uncontrollably to her touch and I pulled at my imprisoned wrists, vainly trying to free myself. I just had to get out of this, stop this terrible teasing humiliation. She stopped and looked up into my face. "Oh There is no escape for you sissy, I'm going to have so much fun with you, I will slowly break you and you will eventually accept everything I do to you, you have no choice. I can't wait to see you suffering the pain of humiliation and mental anguish as you are forced to obey me, hmmm?" She slid her other hand down my stocking clad leg to my knee, then still teasing my penis she grabbed it and began to pull my knee towards her lifting it across her own knees. I was suddenly in abject fear, left standing on one leg, trying to balance, the leash pulling frighteningly tighter on the collar around my throat. Keeping my knee across hers, she began stroking my quivering leg from my knee right up to my groin and back again, then suddenly leaving my straining trembling begging penis alone she slid that oh so teasing hand down my other leg. There I stood, terrified, on one leg, her one hand holding my left knee raised over hers, the other sliding around my other knee, erotically stroking and touching my stockings with her latex covered hands, her intentions obvious and I was petrified. "Are you a gay little sissy?" she hissed experimentally pulling on my only supporting knee. I was going out of my mind convinced she was going to hang me, choke me there in that silenced room. "Pleeease, please don't," I whimpered, begging her to stop. "Are you a gay little sissy?" she asked again, her hand tightening around my knee. She's evil, mad, she's completely mad, she's going to kill me, I was truly terrified....... "Are you a gay little sissy?" I could feel the pressure she was beginning to exert on my leg. "Yss," I gasped my terror driving my reply, anything to stop her. "Tell me, tell me what you are, nice and loudly so that your lovely wife can hear you." Her hand was making my knee rock back and fore and I thought that any second it would give way leaving me dangling there hung by the neck by that leash. "I I'm a g gay l little sissy," I whimpered in complete shaking horror. "Say it properly, tell us what you really are." I thought I was going to die' she was going to kill me. "I'm a gay little sissy," I replied my voice quavering. "Louder, I don't think she can hear you, now tell her what you are." I tried to calm myself a second and hoping it would stop her I replied as she'd told me to. "I'm a gay little sissy." My face was on fire as I said it. Releasing my knee she returned her hand to my penis and gently stroked it into stiffness again, her barest touch enough to have me erect and panting. "It's a tiny thing isn't it sissy, no woman would ever want this, I've seen clitorises bigger than this, how could you deceive your wife with this and how could you deceive your wife pretending to be a man, when you are really a gay sissy?" I was whimpering wriggling against her teasing fingers. "You deceived her didn't you, pretending to be a man when you're really a gay sissy?" I couldn't resist her touch, my penis was so stiff, so needy, throbbing to her unmerciful teasing. "Yess, I I deceived her," I babbled just wanting to climax. "You're going to be punished for that, I will make sure of it. Thank goodness that at least she is getting real cock now isn't she hmmm?" She could see that the pain of that thought was sending a wave of humiliation through me "I'm sure you can imagine her lying under him, her legs apart, his muscular body holding her, his big fat erection entering her. Just think of that sissy, imagine how she is moaning with excitement." Her hand was still stroking me as she spoke, keeping me aroused and quiveringly stiff, even though I was paining in the humiliation of the picture she was painting in my mind, it was all confusing my thoughts and feelings. To think that my mother in law had me on such an edge my mind a confused mess, I was so close to coming for her, as her latex glove continually teased me sliding over my begging erection, my left knee still resting across hers and her other hand sliding up over my bottom as she did so. She stopped a second, leaving me on a whimpering begging edge as she reached into her bag again, taking out a tube of some sort of lubricating gel. She carefully unscrewed the top and squeezed some of the colourless gel onto her gloved hands, rubbing them together to spread it over them. Replacing the top she dropped the tube back into the bag and returned one hand to my stiff quivering tingling penis the other slipping over the cheeks of my bottom. I trembled and whimpered to her touch, the gel cool on my hotness, my hips moving seeking her touch to the head of my yearning penis. "You are going to be mine aren't you sissy, my toy to play with, to do what I want with? She paused looking at me. "Y Yess," I wasn't sure what she was saying, I was panting quickly I needed her touch, wanted it, but it was so gentle, I so wanted her to rub me harder "Tell me then. Tell me you're mine, my toy to play with and do what I want to." I wanted to cum I wanted to cum, the desperation growing every second. "I, I'm yours, I, I'm your toy to play with, to do what you want to." "My daughter will give you to me, when she hears the tape, she won't want you any longer will she?" Her fingers were tight around my erection sliding over it. "No, no she won't," I gasped so close. "She won't know what to do, but I'll tell her she must give you to me, I'll tell her how much you want to be with me. You want to be with me don't you sissy?" "Y Yess," I gasped again, her words meaningless, as I tried to hump against her hand, her fingers still closed around me. "Shall I'll tell her to divorce you anyway sissy? Then you will live with me and you will be free to marry whoever I tell you to marry, won't you sissy? Shall I tell her that sissy?" I couldn't think of anything except cumming, I was almost vibrating against her hand but if anything her touch seemed to have relaxed even though I knew she was gripping me. "Shall I sissy?" "Yess, yess," I hissed unable to stop myself trying to hump her hand with ever increasing speed. "Say it loudly sissy, say it clearly for your wife to hear." Her fingers were over and around me, her other hand slipping between my cheeks, her fingers touching me there too. "YESS YESS, ohhhh yesss," I moaned losing control totally as I thrust against her. "Yes what sissy? Do you want her to divorce you?" I was losing my mind, she knew I'd agree to anything in my state "Yess, yess," I moaned. "Then tell her sissy, tell her." Her voice was an evil hiss, her finger gently rubbing the head of my penis. "Pleease, please, oh god, I, I want her to divorce me," I moaned. She smiled gleefully then. "Yes she will sissy, I'll play her the tape and she will hear it for herself, hear your own words and know that what I told her was true." I was whimpering, frustrated, unfulfilled, my penis needy but all I felt now was a tingling wetness and somewhere deep in my mind I was thinking, omg what have I done. "This gel is so lovely and cool on your skin isn't it sissy, hmmm? It's a wonderful numbing gel that I got specially for you and as I rub it all over your little clitty and these tiny little balls it slowly numbs them until you can't feel a thing. Isn't that delicious sissy, hmmm?" I was gasping, whimpering and frustrated but my erection was collapsing even then, though her fingers still gripped me, rubbing me there, I was shrinking in her hands. "Ooooo is the sissy not feeling sexy anymore hmmm? Perhaps you need a man's touch, like a good gay sissy should?" Her voice was laced with an almost triumphant evil. She flicked my unfeeling withering manhood, unceremoniously pushed my leg off her knee and stood up, heading back through the door which she unlocked as she went. I dangled there sobbing in frustration and abject humiliation. Her return was sooner than I expected and stupidly I was filled with hope that she would release me, perhaps the pain of that treatment from my mother in law would at last be at an end. Then I noticed in her hand she was holding a type of ice pack, it was a seven- inch-long, two-inch-wide flexible ice pack meant for wearing as a treatment for swellings in the joints. It was made to be inserted into a cotton sleeve which would act as a barrier to the raw cold against the skin. I looked at it nervously as she took her seat in front of me again. Swiftly she pulled my panties down my thighs a little further and to my horror she slipped the ice pack into their gusset, just as if she was putting a feminine hygiene pad in place. "This should cool you off nicely you little gay sissy," She said, her voice as icy as the pack she'd slipped into my panties and with no more ado and to my total embarrassment she tucked my numb and wilted manhood back between my legs and pulled my panties up tight into my crotch. I tensed fearing the biting cold but at first it felt like an almost sexy cool kiss against my penis and I found myself wriggling in the eroticism of it. However, that first touch was indeed nothing compared to what slowly enveloped me. She left the room sniggering, locking the door behind her as I began to wriggle, the cold gradually seeping deeper into my groin, my latent manhood fearfully trying its best to shrink away from its freezing bite. By the time she eventually returned I was a sobbing wreck, my groin was numb with the cold and I had almost no feeling between my legs at all. I whimpered, begging, when I saw her, yet dreading what other terrible torture she had in store for me. She smiled a dreadful smile at the sound of my whimpered pleadings and taking her seat once again, she slowly pulled my panties back down again, chuckling to herself as she did so. "Well sissy, you've shrunken so small it really does look like you have a little clitoris." Her chuckles were painfully evil. "Now it will be so much easier to fit your pretty decoration." Just seeing her was terrifying me, but now her words too were chilling me to the bone, what awful thing was she about to do to me. She reached again into her bag, that horrible bag full of evil torture and smiling widely she took out a small pink plastic contraption. Working with a swift yet adept experienced hand, I'm sure this was not the first time she had done this to a man, she first fixed a ring tightly against my body. She worked it into place, over my poor frozen penis, painfully followed by pulling my shrunken testicles through it, the ring seeming smaller than was possible yet in this frozen shrunken state she managed almost too easily until it snugly rested against my groin, encircling my male parts. Working purposely she slipped a captive sleeve over my tiny manhood, somehow she seemed to secure it at the front of the ring then connect it at the back, between my legs. I was powerless to stop her and all I could do was stand there for her, whimpering as she manipulated me with such disturbing ease. Finishing she pulled my panties back up, removing the clothes pegs and smoothing my dress back down over them smiling with a sadistic satisfaction as she did so. She stood in a swift lithe movement going behind me and in seconds unhooked a link holding my cuffed wrists together while still leaving the cuffs locked in place around them. With my hands finally free I instinctively tried to hold the leash again, anything to ease the effect of the chocking collar as my legs tired and trembled in pained exhaustion. As she released the leash from its ceiling pulley, I almost collapsed in a blubbering torment and then undoing the shackle without a word she started for the door tugging me along behind her again. "Come along sissy, you've got work to do," she barked over her shoulder. "You're first job is to make my supper sissy boy, you're making me fish and oven chips, it's on the kitchen table ready for you to cook. You know what to do, so get on with it. There are two vegetarian sausages there, cook them for yourself, with some salad in the fridge to go with them. You can put them on at the same temperature but they take longer to cook," She smiled horribly a second, " that is unless you prefer your sausages warm and soft!" And she cackled at her own joke leaving me there in a mess of humiliation and self disgust. For some stupid reason the events in the pantry left me feeling permanently close to tears as I put the food in the oven and prepared her place in the dining room. She'd told me I was eating separately in the kitchen, she said " all maids should do." I hated her vindictively how did I let myself get into this, how had I let her do this to me so easily? If I'd been half a man I would have told her and my wife to get the hell out of it, but then, there was the clothes thing and now the pictures and the dam tape. She was building a case that trapped me in her evil clutches and I couldn't seem to see clearly enough to get free of it. I heard her going upstairs then and in a heart trembling moment I began to try and work out my escape. Out of the back door and off down the long back garden, it was still pouring with rain which unnerved me and in reality I was terrified of trying to walk along the road dressed like this and with the plastic cuffs still locked and dangling from my wrists. The garden shed, it was at the bottom of the garden, surely there would be an old coat or even a plastic cover there that I could use. Suddenly my mind was made up and I headed purposefully through the rear hall to the back door. Trembling I grabbed the knob and turning it pulled to go out. The door didn't move. My heart rate was climbing skywards and I rattled it pulling hard, but nothing happened. Sobbing now, my frustration growing by the second, I realised shed locked it and then I heard a voice behind me. "I told you sissy you're mine now, there is no escape for a gay little sissy like you. Now get back into the kitchen and sort out my dinner and I want a glass of wine with it too. In the dining room NOW," Her triumph over me quickly turned to anger again and foolishly sobbing I ran to do her will. My dinner was an indigestible affair interspersed by the sound of a little bell which she infuriatingly rang at a whim to demean and call me. She had changed when I was cooking and trying to find my escape and now she wore a long satin dressing gown its top revealing an unexpected cleavage which unnerved and confused me. "You can clear and wash up now sissy and hurry up, it'll soon be bedtime." I hurried, the confusion causing foolish arousals which in turn was developing an uncomfortable pressure in my poor confined penis. It was weird too, trying to clear and wash the dishes with the plastic cuffs on my wrists. They were like pink bracelets that I couldn't pull off and even though they were plastic they didn't seem easily breakable. I couldn't fathom how they locked as there didn't seem to be a keyhole but dangling from each was a ring and a small snap shackle. She chivied me to finish standing in the doorway making derogatory comments about me, her dressing gown clinging to her in ways I didn't want to think of, until I finally weakly dried my hands. "You'll have to be quicker than that sissy boy, I want my maid running to my words." She came up to me grabbing the leash which still dangled from the evil collar shed made me wear to start. "Come along sissy bedtime." She pulled at the leash again with an unexpected jerk that almost overbalanced me and hardly before I could think I was tottering up the stairs behind her, my fingers almost touching her heavy satin dressing gown as I sought to stay upright. At the end of the landing we entered her bedroom, I thought she would hear my heart it was pounding so loudly. Surely she wasn't taking me to bed with her, my mind was filled with mixed feelings of horror and yet stupid foolish and now painful arousal. In the corner of her room was a door, it led into a short corridor with a curtain on the wall in front of us and a door open to the left which was her en suite. She pulled the curtain to one side which I expected would reveal a window, but instead there was another much smaller door. Silently she took a key from her pocket and unlocked it, there was a light switch on the wall beside the door, she switched it on, then pushed the door open. In seconds I was standing in a tiny room, there was a small cot like single bed, a small wardrobe and a child's dressing table and stool. The walls were papered in pink paper with fairies and nymphs on its design and a small window was framed with a pair of satin pink curtains. On the bed was a matching pink satin quilt and a satin and Lace covered pillow. The furniture was cream in colour with pale pink detail, the cot like bed frame was metal with high barred head and tail boards. Lying On the bed was a large flamboyantly dressed doll in a pink satin dress with frilly petticoat and knicker and on the little dressing table was an equally big Golly. Beside it, also on the dressing table there was a cream radio and a small child's nightlight with a pink lampshade showing pictures of teddies and on the floor sitting on the pale pink carpet was a large child's potty also in pink. Lastly, on the wall there were three posters strategically placed at eye level and stuck on the papered wall, these were of three men, totally naked, two big, with large manhoods in various states of arousals, the third man small and slim. The pictures showed them in various erotic sexual acts together, the smaller man seeming afraid and submissive to the larger. "This is your bedroom sissy." She pushed me further into the room, reaching the lock at my collar as she did so. "Get undressed." She undid the lock, pulling down the zip at the back of the horrible maids dress she'd forced me to wear. I was horrified, stunned by the room, not knowing where to look next, yet I found myself undressing mindlessly taking those awful humiliating things off quicker and quicker in rejection of their implied femininity, before, in a moment of sudden embarrassing realisation in front of my mother in law, I stopped in a foolish preservation of dignity keeping my panties in place. She laughed coarsely at me, then opening one of the drawers in the lower part of the wardrobe she pulled out a childish short nightie with a matching pair of knickers. It was, as you might have guessed basically pink in colour with a picture of a fairy on the front and in a cool shiny satin material. "Too late for you to be a prude sissy, now put on your nightie like a good girl," she hissed aggressively. Wordlessly I pulled the slithery material on over my head, before in foolish modesty I removed the cursed panties that had got me into this whole situation. She held her hand out for them and reluctantly, feeling totally humiliated, I handed them to her. In exchange she gave me the knickers, ludicrous in all soft satin and frills with elasticated hems around the legs. I slipped my feet into them and drew them up my legs, the feeling making me tingle all over, my entrapped penis creating painful sensations as I struggled in senseless confusion. I was in no position to rush past her and escape and in reality I was in a state of shock, this was all too much for me. She took my clothes away then, leaving me for a second, so great was her confidence that I would stand there obediently waiting, stupidly timid, yet hating my inadequacy. Her return was swift though, bringing with her a babies bottle filled with a light rose coloured liquid. "Drink this sissy baby girl it will quench your thirst and help you sleep." She put it on the little dressing table by the bed before reaching to the window and drawing the curtains together. Satisfied they were fully closed she turned on her heel without another word and left the room closing the door behind her. I sat on the bed in a fearful misery considering how my life could have just come crashing down around me like this. I heard her locking the door, then the light went off and I sat in a total frightening darkness as I heard the curtain drawing across outside the door. I suppose I must have whimpered out loud I'm not sure, perhaps it was the shock of being in that little room like that alone and in sudden darkness. The sound of her voice close by me made me jump. "Ah, is poor sissy baby afraid of the dark?" It was coming from an innocuous looking unit that I had taken to be a radio and was now glowing a soft green. "Well sissy? Do you want your little light on? Are you afraid of the dark?" Her words rocked me to my core I felt even more deceived by my wife, I couldn't believe she would have told her mother this too, it seemed that none of my personal secrets were safe. It was true I didn't like the dark, my wife had laughed at me when I'd wanted a little light in our bedroom and at first she'd denied me smirking, teasing me, not listening to my attempt at an explanation. She just made jibes about me, calling me a baby until after I'd begged her and she finally laughingly partly gave in agreeing to leave a nightlight on the landing with the bedroom door slightly ajar. Now here was her mother, my mother in law, locking me in a dark room, made aware of my fear and her teasing far worse. The soft green glow went out again and I sat there looking at the place it once was, trying to calm myself, to still my quivering legs. Her voice made me jump again, though I had hoped and expected it. "Is poor sissy afraid of the dark?" I half nodded to myself, then finding my voice I mumbled a half spoken agreement. "Ohh poor baby, poor little sissy baby, but from now on when you are in your room you will call me mummy, understand?" I looked towards the sound horrified. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND SISSY?" "Ys," I mumbled, I just wanted her to turn the light on. "Yes what sissy?" I could hear the hiss in her voice. I swallowed then trying to quell the pain of my humiliation I took a deep breath. "Ys mummy." It was a whisper, I hated myself as I said it. "That's better baby, now ask mummy nicely to switch your little light on." How much worse could this get, how much more debased could she make me feel. Trying to swallow what little pride I had left, a tear welling up in my eye at the sense of complete frustrating loss that I felt, I quietly answered her. "Mummy please will you switch my light on." "Oh baby girl, you're afraid of the dark aren't you?" She wasn't going to make this easy and she seemed intent on deepening my humiliation now that she had me at her mercy. "Ys mummy," I whispered, just wanting to get it over with. "Well mummy will switch your light on if you're a good little girl and get into your bed and drink your bottle all up, are you going to be a good little girl and do exactly as mummy says?" I was starting to get jittery in the darkness now, it was so completely black, my only bearings guided by her voice. With a feeling of desperation and inadequacy I replied again "Ys I, I will m. Mummy." "Tell mummy properly then baby," She sounded horribly artful, but I couldn't stand it any longer. "Pplease switch the light on mummy I promise to be a a-" I swallowed, a tear running down my cheek. "A good girl and ...and go to bed and..... and drink my my bottle." The little night light came on immediately, the room illuminated with a soothing yellow glow, the walls reflecting the dancing bear pictures on the lampshade. "Now get into bed you sissy baby, take the bottle and drink it all." Her voice was suddenly authoritative and harsh again. I slipped under the satin quilt, its cool caress tickling my skin and making me wriggle foolishly to its touch. With an elbow propping me up I reached for the bottle intent on removing the teat that protruded from its top before drinking the contents. The teat was fixed to the top by a pink plastic ring and I gripped it tightly trying to turn it, but it didn't seem to want to budge. I felt myself going red with the effort as I struggled, my hand slipping on the smooth ring and unable to get a firm grip. "Put it in your mouth and suck it, NOW, sissy, or the light goes out." Her angry words jarred me and I suddenly realised that she must be watching me, this was no idle threat. With a deep breath I reluctantly put the teat into my mouth and looking nervously at the radio as I hesitantly sucked on it. A drop of mildly sweet juice filled my mouth, it tasted cool and refreshing, it made my mouth water. I sucked again, the funny thing is that when you start sucking and it tastes so good, stupid reactions just take over and before you know it your eyes are shut and you are sucking harder and harder. It was quite delicious and before I knew anymore I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke as you do, sometime in the night or early hours with a growing desperate need to pee. For a moment I was completely disorientated thinking I was at home in my bed with my wife beside me, but something didn't seem right, I felt on the edge of the bed and I had an uncomfortable pressure in my penis. I opened my eyes sleepily and was shocked to see a face inches from mine, looking at me. It took me a moment before the cold horror of the previous hours brought my memories flooding back, my arms were around the big dolly, seemingly holding her tightly too me, her face close to mine her eyes staring at me. Stupidly my penis tried to stiffen, I can't explain why, I told myself that it was probably because I needed to pee. I carefully disentangled myself from her, but I felt odd, my hands felt weird and curiously my face too felt a little painful as I slid over the side of the bed. I was desperate for the loo now, but trying to stand up to get to the door I found I felt strangely giddy and to my utter shock as I went to steady myself by the bars at the high foot of the bed, I discovered that my hands were enclosed in a pair of tight fitting latex mittens. I was shocked, confused by them, but my need was so great I couldn't spend time thinking about them. I reached out trying to get to the door handle but I felt that I could hardly stand and it seemed so far away. Everything appeared unnaturally big and I suddenly felt unbelievably weak, was I having some kind of a turn or something? I noticed the potty was in the middle of the small carpeted area. I was desperate and I felt that I didn't have much alternative. With my head going round and round I dropped to my knees and panting at the effort to stop myself fainting, I crawled over to it. Kneeling there, I struggled, using the mittens that so frustratingly enclosing my fingers until I eventually managed, after some difficulty, to pull my knickers down to my knees. Whimpering to myself then, without really realising that I was, I struggled lifting myself backwards until I was able to sit on the potty. I looked down at myself, realising that I couldn't hold myself to pee normally like this, my poor penis was trapped so tightly in the thing she'd fastened around me, yet I felt so desperate. Eventually I relaxed sufficiently and it started, a slow dribble at first, followed by an increasingly stronger jet. That terrible contraption holding my poor little penis the way it was, however, directed the spray back between my legs up over my bottom and as my jet increased, I squirted up directly on my own poor rosebud hole causing it to tingle and spasm in reaction to the sensations it gave me. I sat there quivering, my emotions confused yet I was only relieving myself. When I'd finally finished I still sat there my heart beating swiftly in my chest, slowly realising that my bottom was wet and nervously looking around for a way to dry myself. On the floor beneath the bed I noticed a box of baby wipes and trying carefully not to upset the potty I managed to get off it and retrieve them. It was a huge struggle, but eventually I felt a little more comfortable and managed to get my knickers back up. By the time I got back into bed I was exhausted and lay back on the pillows my eyes half closed. Something caught my eye, I thought it was a light on the radio for a second, but then it seemed that it was a reflection from the bottle which was back on the little dressing table, its contents appearing to be full of juice again. Of course once I'd seen it I kept glancing back at it, just knowing that it was there was giving me a growing thirst until in the end I couldn't stop myself from reaching out for it. There was something strange about the bottle this time though, the teat seemed much bigger than I remembered, its shape different. I studied it a second through half closed eyes, holding it between my mittened hands. Somewhere in my woolly head I thought that I recognised what it looked like. I was blinking sleepily then it came to me the teat was shaped like a cock. I felt myself tremble as I looked at it, shocked disgusted, yet my swollen tongue was trying to lick my dry lips. My mind was twisting with curious mixed feelings, my thirst the dominant one, just, my heart fluttering. Unable to stop myself I opened my mouth wider pushing the cock teat between my lips, it's size was greater than it first appeared, it seemed to fill my mouth completely but when it was in it, the juice beginning to trickle down my throat and I was lost. Before I knew it I was once again unstoppably sucking down the contents in a weird ecstasy as I mouthed and sucked the latex cock sending me into a return to deep deep sleep. I was awoken by her voice, she was standing beside the little bed, looking down at me. I pried my eyes apart and looked up at her, she was wearing the satin dressing gown again, her cleavage readily visible my tummy tightening at the sight. Once again I realised that my arms were wrapped around the doll and for some crazy reason I seemed to be clutching it tightly to me. "Wake up baby girl, it's time to get up, you've slept long enough for now." Her voice was soft but laced in a sarcastic triumph. "You love your dolly don't you baby?" I tried to disentangle myself in self disgust, I felt weak, tired, my head woolly, somehow my face felt bruised and my chest ached. I slipped my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, the room was going round and round and I peered up at her squinting in the light from the ceiling bulb. "Come on baby girl, strip, it's time for your wash." I looked down at my mittened hands wearily and she reached down taking each in turn and unlacing the mittens removed them from me. My hands felt small, stiff and bunched, I was hardly able to straighten my fingers. "Hands up now." I tried to look at her everything felt weird and she seemed so tall but I lifted my hands as she had told me to. She reached down, her face coming closer as she took my nightie and pulled it up over my head off me. My hands dropped again, the cool of the air tickling my skin, my chest, my nipples, throbbing, my hands straying to them, the sensation like electric as I half cupped them they seemed curiously large in my palms. She had a sneering gleeful expression on her face. "Now your knickers baby." I didn't seem able to argue, I felt so tired, I just slipped my thumbs into them and slowly wriggled them down off my feet and I looked up at her again as I sat there naked with them in my hands. She had her hand outstretched wordlessly and unthinkingly I gave them to her. She looked at them. "You naughty baby girl you've wet your knickers you bad girl, mummy thought you'd be dry by now, but you're not are you?" I felt myself blushing, my face already feeling tight, burned in shame at her words. "Come along baby, time for us to have a shower." There was a tone of evil excitement in her voice as she turned on her heel expecting me to follow her through the door. I tried to stand, to clear my head but the dizziness made me grasp the bed to stop myself from falling. "Crawl baby, crawl you little sissy baby, crawl after me." She was snide. Her words cutting me, debasing me, but I could hardly stand for some reason, I just couldn't trust myself to walk without support. Unable to move I shamefully dropped to my hands and knees and sobbing in humiliation I crawled along after her, unaware of her expression of gleeful triumph. We got into the en suite bathroom between my little room and hers, it was a wet room and she waved me across to the wall where the shower was. I stopped, on my knees beneath the shower and went to try to stand up, but she stopped me. "No, give me your hands baby." She looked huge above me, her face set and hard, her hands out for mine. Sitting back on my haunches I lifted my hands to her, I just didn't seem to be able to argue I felt too weak. Twisting my arms behind me she linked my bracelets together then hooked them to a light chain which she pulled down to a pulley set in the floor by the drain, effectively securing me in that position. I gasped stupidly, realising what she'd done, my brain operating slowly. I looked up at her as she stood there a gleam of triumph and excitement in her eyes. She held my look and she slowly reached to her dressing gown's belt, pulling it loose. My eyes were wide now, my heart pounding in a surreal mixture of nervous excitement and embarrassment as she opened it, revealing her naked body she slipped it off turning as she did to hang it on a hook behind the door. There was not an inch of fat on her, regardless of her age her body looking lean and tanned, her bottom was flat, her breasts beautifully cupped yet small and tight, much smaller than my wife's but they seemed in perfect proportion to her angular almost androgynous frame. At the top of her long legs her pubic hair was well trimmed, a carefully groomed heart shape, dark and revealing. My eyes were drawn there, Her lips there were thick, completely visible and shockingly I could see her clitoris, larger than any I've ever seen before, like the head of a penis protruding between them. She stood close in front of me her hands on her hips which she swivelled forward towards me, , her pussy inches from my face. "Kiss mummy, baby, I know you want to don't you hmmm? Come on lean forward kiss mummy." I leaned forward pulling at the extent of my bonds yet I was still inches away from her. "Don't you want to kiss mummy, baby hmmm?" she teased. I couldn't take my eyes off her clitoris as I struggled panting softly, leaning forward to get closer to her pussy. "Do you want to kiss mummy baby? Tell me." I felt aroused in the most obscure way, yes humiliated too, yet seeing her like this aroused me terribly. So much so that my poor entrapped penis was tingling wantonly, begging in its tight prison. "Yss Mummy," I blurted out, my lips felt odd, thick, but I was unable to stop myself, I was lost and she knew it Then tell mummy, baby, ask me, beg me, baby." I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy it was as if it was hypnotising me. "Please can I kiss you Mummy," I whispered, it came out in a curios squeaky lisp which confused me. "Look up at mummy, look into my eyes baby and beg mummy, baby, beg." I dragged my eyes away from her pussy, looking nervously up over her taut flat tummy, up over her androgynous body' between her small breasts up into her hard severe face, her eyes dark deep and evil, willing me to bend to her will. "Please, please mummy, please let me kiss you Mummy please," I squeaked,, lisping again ashamed of myself and blushing intensely in a flush of deep embarrassment "What a good little girl you are, aren't you baby, begging so nicely to kiss mummy like that." She shuffled slightly closer to me. "Come on baby kiss mummy then, kiss mummy nicely, open your little mouth and kiss mummy really nicely." I leaned forward stretching as much as I could against the chain, I was so close my mouth open to kiss her clitoris which seemed to have emerged further from its hood teasing me, so close, so close. The jet of urine shocked me, hitting me in the mouth yet splashing all over my face, I recoiled in horror, disgusted, but her hands were behind my head pulling me in to her. "I said kiss mummy properly, now open your mouth you bad baby and kiss mummy when you're told." Her voice was an aggressive shout, the jet of urine beginning to increase in strength as she clamped herself over my gasping mouth. For a few moments I fought to try and get free, coughing and spluttering as I tried to pull away in disgust, but she was too strong for me. Her hands were like vices holding me to her spouting cunt and quicker than I might have hoped I yielded, giving in to her. It seemed like minutes yet in reality only a few seconds had elapsed before I was submitting limply, my mouth held open against her, her fierce jet making me gulp helplessly as she force fed me. My face was awash with the spray, it cascaded down over my body between my breasts. Breasts! What breasts, where did they come from? Indeed there did seem to be bumps on my chest feeling almost as big as hers, but they weren't breasts they were my nipples and they were very swollen and painfully erect now. Her hot stream carried on pouring over me as I hiccuped and gagged, like a river running down over my body, gushing between my legs where it tickled and teased me and before I realised it my imprisoned penis was throbbing in its shower. My body quivered in those wrong terrible sensations, my own bladder giving in, relaxing and suddenly she was making me pee myself in reaction to her domination of my body. It was then I couldn't think straight any longer and in a gasping whimpering hunger that I couldn't control I closed my mouth around her little penis sucking her thick erect clitoris into my mouth suckling on it in whimpering want. "What a good fucking little girl you are, a fucking good baby girl aren't you? Come on, suckle on mummy, suckle nicely, worship mummy's cunt you sissy girl. You're mine now, I own you, my daughter told me you were a good cunt sucker, but you'll never suck her again sissy, only me. We are going to have so much fun together aren't we? Now suck me girl, suck mummy nicely make mummy feel good." Her hissed words were laced with threat and humiliation barely masking her growing climax, yet I couldn't stop myself I was so stupidly aroused, rubbing my face all over her soaking cunt, my mouth desperate for the feel of her erect clitoris between my lips, my tongue licking it in a madly erotic fervour and foolishly I was whimpering in the drug like ecstasy it was creating inside me. "Worship it, worship mummy baby girl, you love mummy don't you? You love mummy totally don't you baby girl? Tell mummy you love her baby." She was so close to her climax I could tell it in her voice, in her body, in her hands as they clasped me ever tightly to her, and in her buzzing clitoris. My mind was gone too, my penis throbbing, painfully needy, my own climax begging, kneeling there dripping with her urine bound beneath her, my body in crazy ecstasy I wanted to, needed to. "I love you Mummy," I mouthed into her cunt and she began to cum. "Ohh I love you, I love you, I love you Mummmy," I moaned in a half crazed desire fed by my begging imprisoned penis. Her climax was completely unlike those of my wife's trembling wet conclusions, she was forceful almost masculine as she actually ejaculated a squirting thick creaminess over my face shocking me, yet in my ecstatic high I moaned rubbing myself insatiably against her sex. She pulled away from me then, her hands returning to her hips as she looked down on me with a triumphant sneer. "Not bad for your first time baby girl, keep that in your mind, keep remembering how much you love mummy, we are going to have so much fun aren't we? Now we had better shower properly hadn't we?" She reached up to the taps and turned them on, the initial spray cold making me gasp, clearing my head, but soon she had regulated the heat and began to wash herself over me, as I quivered beneath her, peeping up at her smoothing a cascade of bubbles across her bare body. The soap washing down off her over me as I sat trembling, broken and yet unbelievably aroused. When she finished washing herself she turned her attention back to me, soaping and washing me down like a child using an abrasive mit to exfoliate and soften my skin and I just knelt there gasping and whimpering as she did so. Satisfied she washed me off with the shower head in her hand, then wrapped a fluffy pink towel around me as she left the bathroom. I sat there feeling wet unable to dry myself, the towel slowly absorbing the moisture from my skin. Returning, she had her underwear on, black panties and bra visible beneath a clear plastic overall, in her hands were a few bottles which she placed on a shelf above me and a large plastic see through poncho type thing. She pulled the towel off me drying me roughly, then proceeded to slip the poncho over my head, the folds of soft pvc cascading down over my body covering me completely, yet my body in clear view through it, only my head free through the hole in the top. She tightened an elastic around my neck sealing the poncho around my body. Taking her time in quiet concentration she put on a pair of latex gloves, removed the top from two of the bottles and mixed the contents together. Satisfied with the result she proceeded to pour the mixture, a little at a time, onto my head and rub it into my hair. I'd always kept my hair long, much to my wife's disgust, I sometimes had even worn a pony tail which she hated, preferring the ultra-short crew cut style. It was one of the few things I had had my way about in our marriage. These ministrations by her mother now felt really relaxing as she kneaded the growing lather into my hair in fact if I'd been sitting in a chair it would have relaxed me completely, but as it was I felt stiff and cramped at her feet like this. I was surprised and not a little pleased though, that perhaps she seemed to be mellowing, rewarding my debasement by her washing my hair like this. She stopped and I expected her to wash out the lather, but she left the room yet again, confusing me, I sat quietly, painfully on the floor, listening to her moving about in her bedroom until I heard a little electronic beep, like a timer. She returned again then, still wordless, turning on the shower and working quickly rinsed my hair out. I was glad to have the stuff washed away, it was starting to smell horribly chemical, but no sooner had she rinsed it out that she was putting more shampoo or chemical on my hair from a different bottle. She began slowly combing it in, I was even more confused now, until I suddenly realised that she was putting small curlers into my hair. "Noo," I croaked, my throat feeling tight and dry as I finally found my voice. My lips felt weirdly thick and bruised and my tongue felt funny, sort of heavy, but I persisted. "No stop it, stop it, you you can't put curlers in my hair." I was lisping, my voice sounding squeaky and high pitched it sounded ludicrous. She stopped a second, her fingers pulling hard on the piece of my hair she had in her hand making me squeak, "Oww." "I didn't ask you to speak baby, little girls like you must be seen and not heard, we'll talk about this later when we discuss your punishments, now shut up and behave." She tugged the piece of my hair hard again as if to enforce her words, she could turn into a viscous angry bitch in seconds and her eyes blazed angrily now as she all but spat in my face. Tied there on the floor, at her feet, my legs numb, I was in no position to argue with her. I closed my mouth, a slight tear of frustration escaping my eye and just sat there trembling softly as she carried on maddeningly slowly, working all over my head. When she finally finished she pulled a large pink shower cap down over my damp chemical smelling curler bedecked hair, covering it like a hat, before finally unhooking the chain and pulling me to my feet. I tottered unable to feel my legs or feet which were totally numb. Half holding me upright, she reached around behind me, our plastic clothes squeaking and rustling weirdly erotically, stupidly making my heart flutter as they rubbed against each other. Her hands slid under the plastic poncho dress which had slipped down over my hips as she stood me up and She unhooked my bracelet cuffs from each other leaving them apart but still dangling from my wrists, my aching arms dropping to my sides, pins and needles in my hands as the blood flowed. She slid me to the floor again then. "Now crawl back into your bedroom and dry your body properly, whilst I get your clothes ready baby." Her words were a harsh matter of fact order and she was so sure that I'd do what she said that she turned on her heel leaving me alone to try to crawl back into the little bedroom. I felt weak and unsteady when I got there, pulling myself up on the cot bed where the pink towel had found itself. Struggling I managed to free myself from the plastic poncho dress and I Slowly began to dry. My hands were drawn immediatel to and sliding over my grossly enlarged, over sensitive, swollen nipples and the puffy pre puberty breast like swellings from my chest. My touch there tickled in a weirdly sexual way making my penis throb frustratingly in its prison. Forcing myself to stop I tried to relax, opening my legs widely to try and get some ease, I nervously inspected myself for the first time, the tight frighteningly tiny little chastity device with its steel lock completely encased me, I carefully dried myself there too, puzzling how I might remove it. Her quiet appearance made me jump, the flush of embarrassment burning my cheeks knowing she had caught me. "I told you, you're mine now baby, you can't get free, I am in complete control, I have the key and it is always either around my neck or in my safe. You will only have release when I say, so you'd better be a good little girl to earn it hadn't you?" Her humiliating words burnt into me, yet looking at her body still teasingly dressed in her clear plastic overall, my stupid penis started its tingling once again. She could see me looking, reading my mind and she smiled evilly "I know how much you love your mummy and how much you love kissing me baby." She gave a sneering laugh. "There are your clothes get dressed quickly and properly then come into my room, we've wasted too much of the morning already and I want my breakfast." With that She draped the things over the little dressing table and left the room with a crinkling swish of plastic. I had to try and take my mind off her, she was horrible and I hated her but she'd managed to excite me thoroughly with her debasement of me and I was totally confused with my mixture of feelings. Hurrying to put all thoughts to one side, I dressed, but the white nylon panties and matching bra did nothing to cool my submissiveness the white six strap suspender belt and black stockings clipped on with trembling fingers only further exciting my emotions. I tried to pull myself together wriggling into the tiers of white net of the waist petticoat which stuck out ludicrously at right angles from my waist. By the time I'd pulled the maids dress on over my head I was stupidly almost whimpering with the emotions that I felt and I was struggling to pull the zip up at the back when I heard her sharp call. With my heart in my throat I hurried into her bedroom, she was fully dressed in a dark shirt and black trousers on her feet were black brogues. "Come here, let me do you up sissy." I couldn't stop myself doing what she said, my face burning in shame once again, I had to find a way out of this, I had to, perhaps I'd see my wife today when she came back from her night out. That thought sent a pang of jealousy and humiliation through me for a second. If only I could persuade her to take me home, get me out of this nightmare, I'd apologise to her, surely she'd believe that I'd learnt my lesson. She zipped the dress right up to the back of my neck, the click of the little padlock to the horrible collar unexpected, making me whimper involuntarily. "There are your shoes sissy." She pointed at a pair of red heels with ankle straps, by her bed. "Put them on and quick about it." I had to kneel doing one foot at a time, curiously they fitted me perfectly, the straps wrapping around my ankles to odd buckles at the sides. "Let me check." She held out her hand and I lifted my right foot, she tightened the strap slightly then like a magician produced yet another small padlock which she slipped through the buckle. I gasped trying to pull my foot away from her, but she held tight making me totter trying to keep my balance. "Now the other one." Unhappily I obliged her and she tightened and fitted the second padlock there too before letting my foot go, she gesticulated at the door. "Come along sissy we haven't all day, you've got to make my breakfast." We made our way down the stairs, her behind me verbally pushing me, me tottering on the heels, trying to keep my balance and not twist my ankle.