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I am constantly criticised for "not finishing" my stories and I do admit that in Dolly's case it is unfinished, but in most of my stories I try to end in an open and hopefully suspenseful way. I do this for a few different reasons, I like to leave some things to my readers imagination, I love to think I leave you wanting more and I like to leave an opening so that I can either return and continue or change the course of the narrative. Please also understand that I am not a full time professional writer and stories can take a while to find free time to write. The story in this case, is a parallel view of the Submission series, if you have read the series (please do so) you will see how it slots in. I've tried my best to bring some suspense and adventure into it and I do hope you like the way the story slowly goes! Don't be too deluded by the short ending, I will continue at least a little further! Leanne x ********************************************************************** George looked worriedly at the little sailing boat as it swayed in the wind tugging roughly on its moorings, he had been out to check it over a half a dozen times already and still there was no sign of Its owner. He had befriended the young man a few years ago, given him support and advice and had almost come to think of him as the son he never had. He knew that he loved being out on the boat and now It was curiously out of character for him to stop coming down to check it. George had initially felt a little hurt not hearing from him, but now he was sure that there was a problem. If there had been some sudden awful issue he was certain that Richie would have called him to tell him about it and to ask him to look after the boat for him, but he'd heard nothing at all. Time had gone on and on and now that it was a few months without hearing from him he was becoming worried sick about the young man, his concern growing greater and greater daily. During the past few years he had sat down for hours chatting to Richie, he knew that his marriage was a particularly difficult one, knew his wife was prone to violent outbursts and he had often listened to his nervous worries. He was a bachelor himself but he would try to give him advice on how to deal with her. He quickly realised that the young man was soft, shy and quiet, in part it was what drew him to him, it made him feel strong and fatherly to him, but regardless of his firm advice he suspected that Richie lacked the courage to confront her. In the last few weeks he had been wondering how to call around there himself, he wanted to ask about Richie in the most cautious un-confrontational way and at last he had thought of a reason, an excuse to call at their house. A year or so ago he had loaned Richie some tools and instructed him how to repair a chair, he'd never received the tools back. His plan now was to use this excuse to call around to pick up the things from the little garage at the far side of their garden and at the same time find out what had happened to his young friend. George parked his van on Richie's drive, reversing back to the garage doors, then made his way to the front door of the house where he rang the doorbell. Eventually after he had stood waiting for a while ringing the bell a few times more and almost giving up, she answered the door. She was wearing a man's dressing gown, wrapped around her and she looked annoyed. "Yes?" Her voice was curt, exasperated by the intrusion. George took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Could I have a word with Richie please?" "Him? He's gone. He doesn't live here anymore." She spoke with a sneer as if talking about her husband disgusted her and she was starting to close the door even as she spoke George was taken aback, for a second he was at a loss for words, then he remembered his plan. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that I loaned him some equipment and he hadn't returned it, I needed it now that's why I called." She paused. "Do you know where he put it?" Her tone was abrupt. "He had it in the garage, I believe?" George smiled again as if hopeful for the return of his things. "You know what you're looking for, take what you want I'll be glad to see it cleared of his junk anyway." The door closed and George was left standing on the step hardly able to mask his dislike for her, he couldn't see what Richie had seen in such a rude woman. At least she had told him to help himself in the garage, perhaps he'd find a clue to Richie's whereabouts there. The garage door was unlocked and he opened it to reveal a pile of flattened cardboard boxes along the wall just inside the door, beside them there was another large cardboard box which appeared to be full, probably of Richie's things which she'd thrown out. On the top of this box were a pile of boating magazines, some of which George recognised he'd given to Richie. He glanced down at it as he past resolving to take that at least. He made his way further in to the garage to the bench where he began rummaging through some tool boxes and where he soon found his own equipment. Slowly he began to bring things out and put them in to the back of his van, all the time looking around him for anything to suggest where Richie might have gone. Returning to the bench he glanced out of the garage window. Across the garden at the back of the house he could see a large patio door allowing him a free view into the lounge. There on the sofa sat a large rough looking man wearing only his boxer shorts. George's eyes widened at the scene that played out in front of him. She appeared in the room, facing the man, her back to the window, he was talking to her, of course George couldn't hear what was being said, but he sensed the drift of it. Suddenly she opened the dressing gown that she was wearing, slipping it off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor revealing her complete nakedness beneath it. George couldn't help himself he was glued to the view. She leaned forward towards the man, her bare bottom thrust out towards the window as she slowly pulled the man's boxers off him. The man's cock sprang up in release, a startlingly large and visible erection! It was like watching a porn movie as she slid herself up astride him then slowly began to impale herself on him. The expression on the man's face told the story, but then for a second George thought that he'd looked directly at him. In a flash George dropped out of sight, to the floor behind the bench, then backed further into the garage expecting an angry shout at any minute. Hurrying now he began to grab the things he resolved to take with him, rushing to load the van. The big cardboard box was heavier than he expected and as he moved it the flattened cardboard pieces fell towards him. He pushed them back against the wall and as he did so a piece of paper fluttered to the floor from amongst them. Picking it up he saw that it was an invoice with an address at the top, hurriedly he shoved it into his pocket then quickly piled the big cardboard box and rest of the stuff into the van, all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. As he drove away his eyes were on the rear-view mirror expecting to see the big man angrily chasing him, calling him a pervert even. It took George thirty minutes to get home, he had taken a round about route just in case he was followed, a degree of paranoia still disturbing him. He drove his van right into the barn beside his cottage closing the doors afterwards to stupidly hide it. He needed a cup of tea to steady his nerves, and as he made it, in his head he was going over the whole thing. She was a dirty bitch, fucking that rough fellow like that, poor Richie. What a cow and she'd actually come to the front door like that too. A real nasty bit of work. Then the thought of his young friend re-awakened his concerns. Had they killed him and buried him in the garden? He prayed that wasn't the case. Perhaps he should have come straight out with it and asked her where he had gone, but he was sure she wouldn't have told him anyway. Perhaps he should have gone to see the police, but they might have just said it was a domestic and not a police issue. He felt frustrated then remembered the invoice he'd picked up, it was probably nothing, but it was worth a look. He pulled the folded piece of paper from his pocket and looked it over, at the top of the page It was puzzlingly addressed to a Mrs Davies with her address in the small town near bye. Glancing down he read the first item on the list, he gave a laugh of surprise, thinking, bloody hell what's this? - 1 tubular steel frame Adult Baby Cot with lockable sliding side in powder pink What the hell was that, he was unsure, but it certainly roused his curiosity He looked at the next items. - 1 tubular steel frame Adult Baby Highchair with leather securing straps in powder pink - 1 aluminium anodised hinged table for attachment to AB Highchairs in powder pink George thought for a second, his imagination beginning to run away with him. Did this woman have a baby, an adult baby? The words made him smile, it sounded so ludicrous. Who was she anyway and what the hell was the packaging doing in Richie's shed? He considered further, worrying thoughts beginning to fill his head. Was this to do with his friend, his boy, Richie? He knew he was shy, timid even, but had he got himself into this weirdness or was this just something to do with his bitch wife and this woman? A nagging thought grew inside him. To clear his head George set too unloading the van in the barn, putting the tools and tool boxes into his own workshops, for safe keeping. The big cardboard box he pulled out of the van onto his mover's trolley wheeling it into his cottage where he unloaded it into the middle of the living room floor. He decided that he'd go through the box sometime later, but for now food. It was whilst he was eating, sitting at the table looking through the strange invoice as he did so, that he decided. It was early evening, he would take a run over to this woman Davies's address and have a look to see what he could see. Having made that decision, he left his dishes there on the table and headed off in his van. It took him no more than fifteen minutes to get there, he found it quite easily, it was on the main road just before the park which was on the opposite side of the road. George had walked his dog in the park many times so he knew his way around and parked the van in one of the parking spaces in front of it. He got out, looking around as he locked the van door, he felt a little like a spy and tried to behave as normally as possible. Crossing the road, he ambled nonchalantly along towards the house, slowing down as he past it, looking up the drive as he did so. As far as he could see there didn't seem to be anybody about, though there was a big car on the drive. The house was a large detached place, in good condition, but the grounds let it down. The lawn and garden at the front were overgrown and unruly the hedges uncared for. It seemed strange totally out of concept with the house itself. He walked on to the corner of the road and then returned, again slowing and studying the house, an idea forming in his mind as he did so. He crossed back across the road to his van and got in ready to start the engine when a car came down the road, slowing as it approached. George waited for it to pass, but instead it made a u turn in the entrance to the park finally stopping in the road outside the house. George was watching closely now, he saw a man get out of the driver's seat, he looked close to his own age but he was shorter, slightly paunchy and clean shaven. The man made his way round to the passenger door and opened it, he appeared to reach in and help out a young lady. She was wearing an ankle length brown coat and she appeared to be unsteady on her feet. At first George thought she was drunk, but he wasn't sure, it looked a little odd, he wished he could see her face. The man was gripping her arm tightly, supporting her, George sensed she wasn't happy to be going with him, he needed to be closer to see what was happening and he got out of the van, to quietly walk along the opposite pavement. The man was guiding her, almost pushing her up the drive, George hurried quietly trying to see what was happening. He got across the road from the driveway in time to see the man encourage her up the steps to the front door and as he leaned past her to ring the doorbell she turned her head in an almost dreamlike movement, towards the gate. George looked closely, there was something familiar about her, very familiar, but he wasn't sure where he'd seen her. He suddenly chillingly suspected something, but the glance was too short and in reality, he couldn't really believe what he thought. It certainly wasn't Richie's wife that was for sure. The man turned towards him making his way back down the drive leaving her standing there. George pretended to be looking ahead of himself, wishing he had his dog with him, he carried on along the road forcing himself to walk slowly. A hundred yards further on he saw the small pedestrian gate that lead into the park, he quickly slipped through it and stood hidden by the hedge watching. The man stopped at the pavement to look up the drive again and he waited there looking. A few moments later he waved to somebody, it wasn't a hello type of wave, more like an acknowledgement, then he got back into his car and drove off past the spot where George was hiding. George jumped back out onto the pavement as quickly as he could and hurried back to look up the driveway, but the door was already closed and the place appeared as quiet as it had before. George made his way back to his van, his mind going over what he had seen, he was a little confused and very curious. On the drive back home he hardly noticed the route or who he might have passed, he just drove, his curiosity nagging him. There was no doubt in his mind that something very strange was going on in that house and he was trying to ignore the dreadful feeling that his little friend was somehow caught up in it all. George brought his glass of whiskey into the living room of his cottage, he felt tired after the day's escapades and he needed a quiet drink to relax before going to bed. It had certainly been an eventful day and in many respects, he felt quite excited about the prospect of finding out more. The next morning George loaded his van with his tools. When he retired from the Navy he had set himself up as a landscape gardener, the job went well with his small holding and it brought in a nice added income, it also kept him fit. Today he planned to use his gardening business to see if he could get closer to the house and before leaving his cottage he grabbed a handful of the fliers that he had had printed to advertise his business. He drove to the same parking spot in the entrance of the park as he had the previous evening, then he started working his way down the road going from house to house dropping off his leaflets. He forced himself to take his time, but he eventually arrived at the house. He walked up the drive glancing around at the poor state of the front garden before he knocked at the front door. There was a long pause and for a minute he thought that he wouldn't get an answer until he heard locks being undone and the door finally opened. A tall hard-faced woman appeared in the doorway. "Yes?" Her tone was slightly angry as if she was annoyed at being interrupted. "Good morning Mam, I am sorry to disturb you, my name is George Hughes I am a landscape gardener." She looked haughtily at him. "Yes?" "I look after some gardens in the street and, well." George was struggling a little, he felt uneasy in her presence. "It's just that, I thought you might require a gardener to, umm tidy up your garden Mam." He felt himself going red. "I don't accept random callers touting for work." She was extremely arrogant and unfriendly. "I do apologise Mam, I wouldn't normally just cold call, it's just that I was working close by and when I noticed your garden I thought perhaps your own gardener had, umm, let you down." He tried to be respectful and friendly, even though he was taking an instant dislike to her. "This is my leaflet Mam." He handed one to her. "Perhaps if you need someone you might consider my services." He nodded a goodbye. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you Mam." Then he turned and began to walk down the drive. He was almost at the gate when she called after him and he turned and walked back to her. "I am aware of some of the people you say you've done work for in your leaflet, I would have to ring them to get their impressions." She still sounded arrogant as if testing him. "Yes Mam, that would be no problem I am sure Mam." George was on his very best behaviour. "What do you charge? If I do decide to use you." George felt as if he was being interviewed for a job. "My normal rate is ?12 per hour Mam." "How long would it take to do the front garden?" George looked around at the mess. "I would hope to get it looking quite neat in 3 to 4 days Mam and I take away all the cuttings and tidy up as I go along." George thought it better not to make landscaping suggestions at this stage. "When would you be able to start?" She was curt as she spoke. "I could start this afternoon Mam." He could see her thinking about it. "Come back at 12.30, if these people endorse your work then you can start." George nodded to her respectfully. "Yes Mam." "And I mean 12.30 prompt, understand?" Her tone was dictatorial and hard as if talking to an employee. "Yes Mam, I will Mam." But she was closing the door even as he spoke. Normally he wouldn't have bothered trying to get the job, he didn't want the hassle. In this case however, he was doing it to satisfy his curiosity and to make sure that his little pal wasn't involved with her. George arrived back at the house at the correct time and again she kept him waiting after he knocked at the door. Eventually in a repeat of the earlier visit he heard her going through the unlocking process once again. George stood waiting, it seemed much more than plain security and he began to think that if it was more about keeping someone inside rather than keeping people out. At last the door opened and she stood there, she had changed her clothes from earlier and now she was wearing a black trousers and white shirt. She didn't seem at all feminine to George, in fact he could see that not only was she tall, but she looked a muscular strongly built woman, she reminded him of one of the horse riding fraternity. "Well, It seems that your previous employers have recommended you George." She looked at her watch. "I will be keeping an eye on things, but you can carry on for now." And she began to close the door again. "Thank you, Mam." Then he continued quickly, hoping to find out at least something before she closed the door. "I, I will be using some motorised machinery at least to start Mam, will that be alright? I would hate to disturb anyone." She paused for a second then gave a strange smile. "Children must learn to deal with noise George." She spoke over her shoulder as she closed the door. Leaving George standing there trying to make sense of what she had said. It was barely a few minutes later when George was unloading his lawn mower from the van that a woman walked past him up the drive to the house. She startled him for a second, passing silently by, but he kept quiet, hiding behind the door of his van whilst watching to see what was going on. As she reached the front door she rang the bell then glanced about herself and it was then George recognised her. She was the woman in charge of the private clinic. He had the contract to cut the lawns there and although she had never spoken to him he had often heard her giving her bluff instructions to the caretaker who paid him. He remembered chatting to him over a cigarette and him saying what an arrogant aggressive person she was for a doctor. Now here she stood at the front door, her doctor's bag in her hand. George thought that perhaps there was someone I'll in the house after all, perhaps she'd come to treat them. The front door opened swiftly to her ring and to George's surprise they embraced, kissing each other there on the door steps, Mrs Davies a full head taller than the doctor, so much so that the doctor had to lift her face to the kiss. George strained to hear what they were saying but the words were lost on the wind and in seconds they were inside and the front door closed. George thought hard for a few seconds, there was nothing he could do, the house was too raised for him to peep in the front windows and anyway all he could see were the heavy net curtains. There was only one thing he could do at this stage, he decided that he would make notes on all the visitors that came and went, after all it's what detectives did, wasn't it? George turned to the back of his contract book and wrote on the first line, - private doctor called at 1 o'clock (they kissed) He left a space to write the time she would leave, then left the book open in the back of his van as he went to start up his lawn mower. He worked diligently concentrating on his task, yet watching out for movement, but that space in his book wasn't filled in until 3 o'clock! George was even more curious now. He walked up and down gradually lowering his mower each time, wondering as he did so, what could take a doctor two hours to do for goodness sake, perhaps there was a very ill person inside? Surely if it was a social call she wouldn't have needed her bag. George was resolved on finding out more. It was about four o'clock and George had all but finished getting the lawn cut to his satisfaction when a second caller walked up the drive to the front door. This time it was a man carrying a briefcase. George felt sure he had seen him somewhere before and he carefully watched as the man rang the front door bell. The man turned around as he stood waiting and caught George's eye, he nodded with a half-smile and George nodded back before he continued with his work, but a second's recognition had come to him. It was the solicitor that all the fuss had been about a few years previously, he had been all but struck off, there was talk about swindling client accounts and there had even been whispers that he had been seen in a public toilets with another man, but it had all been hushed up. What the hell would he be doing visiting here? George made his notes in the back of his book and continued his work, watching as he did so. The solicitor finally left at five thirty, a long bloody visit just to do paperwork, George thought. The door had opened wide for him to leave, a smug expression on his face if ever he saw one, but something caught his eye as the man started down the steps, something he would never have seen if he hadn't been trimming a shrub close by. He was sure he saw a figure in a pink child's dress barely a shadow in the background, moving quickly out of sight. George looked harder as the door closed but it was gone in a second. "Lovely afternoon." The solicitor was smiling, he looked delighted with himself, but it made George shudder, he always thought he was a creep. "Afternoon." George was civil, it was his professional way, after all he didn't want to annoy anyone. George finished that day at six o'clock and he knocked at the front door to tell her he was going for the day. Her mood seemed to have improved since earlier, but she was still short in her reply. "Nine o'clock in the morning then George." "Yes Mam, I'll be here Mam." For a second George thought he was overdoing the servitude, then dismissed the thought, if this was how he found out what was going on in that house then so be it. George was tired when he got home, normally he enjoyed cooking for himself but today it was a chore and he lashed up some food quickly. He took a can of beer from his fridge and sat at the. kitchen table eating as he pondered the day's events. Was he reading too much into it? Was it really just all perfectly innocent? No, he thought, he was sure his young friend, his boy, was somehow involved here and he owed it to him to find out. After his supper he grabbed another beer and went into his living room, thinking he would relax watching the television, but the first thing he saw was the large box he had taken from Richie's garage. He pulled a chair over to it and sitting, he began to take out the boating magazines from the top. There were classic boat magazines that he had given to his young friend, together with sailing magazines that he had obviously bought for himself. George stacked them neatly to one side, glancing through some of them as he took them from the box. There were about two dozen in all, that had been carefully placed in four piles of six in the top of the box and as he got to the lowest ones George could see that there was a cardboard dividing layer beneath them. The cardboard sheet had been bent at one corner, obviously worn from regular use. George pulled it up and removed it altogether, staring in astonishment at what was beneath it. It appeared that most of the box was full of clothing, but not just any clothing, women's clothing. George began to take out one item at a time, he wasn't much good at handling women's things, he'd never had experience with that sort of thing. Any female relationships, if they could have been called that, had been many years before and they were minimal even then. In truth, he felt uncomfortable around women and had developed a distrust and almost a dislike for them. Now he slowly, carefully removed all the clothing, noting that beneath the few dresses and miniskirts there appeared to be a great deal of underwear but not only that, it seemed like all the clothes were of an extremely sexual or even an erotic nature. George suddenly had the feeling that he was acting a little like a peeping Tom as he came to the conclusion that these clothes must all belong to his friend's wife. He held up a particularly sexy item, trying to imagine her, yet somehow he just couldn't seem to imagine that bitter faced woman wearing such things. George continued to carefully lay the clothes on the carpet beside him, trying not to mess them up or crease them. Deep down he felt a little unnerved, the thought popping into his head that if she knew he was looking through her things she would be more than angry. However, he still carefully continued to remove each one. Then, as his trembling fingers slipped over a few pairs of silky satin directoire knickers at the bottom, he revealed a bundle of magazines beneath them. Girly mags, he thought grinning to himself as he pulled them out to look at them, but his eyes widened in a confused shock as he did so. The top one was called Transvestite Monthly, then Forced Feminisation. There were three of them. The next was called Fem Dom, followed by Female Domination Monthly and again there were three of these. George hurriedly moved on to the next feeling a little sick. Sissification, Sissify him, Sissy Monthly, another three. George's hands were trembling in disgust, but it grew worse, Adult Baby, Sissy Baby, another three, Forced Sissy Baby. George plonked them down on the floor, what the fuck had his young friend, his boy, his sort of adopted son, what the hell had he gotten himself into? He swigged his beer down and went for another. Returning he stood there looking at the pile of things as he drank and as he looked he noticed that the box didn't appear to be empty yet. He looked closely and saw that he had missed another cardboard dividing layer. He prised it up roughly to reveal several sex toys, what the fuck! He didn't touch them but just looked, most were still in their packaging. Dildos, Strapons, Vibrators, Butt Plugs! Fuck sake. He felt sure that Richie's bitch of a wife was behind all this, what was she doing to his boy. His boy, yes that's right, he nodded to himself, his boy, it made him feel all the more resolute about finding him and saving him from that perverted bitch. George arrived at Mrs Davies' house at eight forty-five, he had woken early and he was keen to get back to the task. He didn't bother knocking at the door this time, he just started work, slowly trimming and pruning the shrubs and hedges around the front garden. It was ten o'clock before anything happened, a woman reversed into the drive beside his van and walked up to the front door, taking a key from her bag as she did so. George looked and then did a double take, shrinking down behind the shrub he was trimming. It was Richie's wife. She opened the door and then stopped, looking around at the front garden for a few moments before going in. George's heart was pounding, he hoped she hadn't seen him and if she had that she hadn't recognised him. He moved down to the bottom of the garden and began on the hedge there, doing his best at concealment as he worked. She was only in the house for a matter of half an hour before the front door opened again and she stood at the doorstep in deep conversation with Mrs Davies and looking down at the front garden. George kept his back to her, virtually shrinking inside waiting for her to call him, but she didn't. She finally finished talking, got in her car and left. George relaxed letting out a breath, phew that was a close one! No more than ten minutes later Mrs Davies called him over to her as she stood at the top of the garden. She was smiling, which was not in her character at all. "You are doing a good job George, we could see you were perspiring profusely so I've had my little girl prepare a drink for you round on the patio. I wonder whilst you have your drink, could you look at the back garden too as I am afraid it's become quite a jungle." George was shocked at her actually being nice to him, had he misjudged her, but the mention of little girl and the back garden excited him, perhaps this was his chance to find out more. "Thank you, Mam, that's very kind of you, of course I'd be glad to look at the back garden Mam." He would almost have doffed his hat if he had been wearing one. She led the way, through a side door beside the garage and they emerged in a courtyard where the first thing he saw was a rotary clothes line with an adult sized pink frilly baby girls dress pegged to it. Beside it were several pairs of impossibly frilly knickers and numerous plastic panties. He followed her close by the clothes, too close for comfort, it made him feel extremely uncomfortable but he carried on after her as she walked past the kitchen window which overlooked the courtyard. George looked in as they past, there inside unmistakably beside the kitchen table was a high chair, but it was not an ordinary child's high chair, it was much larger. George's mind cast back to the magazines he had found the night before and it made him feel very odd indeed, causing a strange tightness in his stomach. Mrs Davies led him around the corner to the back of the house and the patio. There was a large patio table in the middle with chairs around it. On the table was a glass jug full of lime juice with ice cubes bobbing on the top, a glass tumbler beside it. "Help yourself George, she made it for you, I hope you like lime juice?" George shook himself to pull himself together. "Yes Mam, thank you Mam." He filled the glass with the drink, some ice cubes clinking into the glass too, then he gulped it down, finishing it in one go. "She made it all for you George so don't stand on ceremony, help yourself." George couldn't understand why she was being so nice all of a sudden and glanced around, only to see the enormity of the garden and the task that lay before him. The garden wasn't much wider than the house and the garage, but it went on for ever. There were high hedges down each side with small trees and shrubs dotted around on the lawn, a serpentine path meandering down to a hedge at the bottom through which there was an arch and a gate into a further garden area which contained a large wooden chalet type building. A further path went straight down the garden, close to the right hedge and was partially covered by it. That path also went to the garden beyond. It was undeniably a magnificent garden, but it was in a poor uncared for state, the grass was overgrown and the shrubs, trees and hedges were suffering from neglect. "Do you think you can manage to do this George?" She was almost teasing, testing him. George paused a second as he looked. "Of course Mam," he said, "but it will take a while and I will need some specialised machinery to do it." "There are machines in the shed down there George, go and take a look and take another glass of lime juice with you, you look too hot, you should keep your fluid level up in this heat." George refilled his glass, gulping half of it down before he set off to note all the work needed to put the place straight. "I'll be back out shortly to discuss it George," she called after him and went into the house via the utility door which opened onto the patio. George roamed around the garden looking carefully and noting the scale of the task. He walked through the archway to the area beyond and the chalet, but it was while George was in the shed to the back of the chalet looking at the old mowers, that it slowly came over him. For some strange reason he began to feel quite randy and weirdly he started to get an erection. For a second he couldn't stop his natural reaction of rubbing himself through his work jeans, as if scratching an itch, which only made matters worse. What the fuck's brought this on, he half wondered, grinning to himself as he tried to ignore the feeling and pull himself together. Quite randomly his mind strayed to the things on the clothes line and then the high chair he'd seen in the kitchen and before he knew it he had a completely unexpected and embarrassing raging hard on. In the distance he could hear Mrs Davies's sharp voice calling. "George? Where are you man? Are you still up there?" George shouted back, nervously trying to adjust himself before picking up an old shears to hold in front to hide behind as he made his cautious way back down the path to where she was standing waiting for him. "Ah, I see you've found the tools." She seemed to be pointing towards his groin and he blushed in embarrassment afraid she could see his discomfort. Of course in reality she could see because she was looking out for the result of the viagra that had been dissolved in the lime squash. She had formed a very quick plan ever since her daughter had told her who her new gardener actually was. "So what is your verdict man, how long will it take to do?" George tried to concentrate, but it wasn't easy, his erection was throbbing, begging for his attention. "I, I'll have to work it out when I get home mam," he finally managed to say, "there is a lot of work and I have to plan how I can do it, will it be ok to tell you tomorrow morning?" She looked as if she was assessing him before she spoke. "I see, I do understand, it is rather a big job isn't it? We will talk in the morning, but I will have to go out by 11 o'clock so I want to discuss it before then." She seemed to be looking him up and down for a second. "You look very hot George, I suggest you finish that lime juice to cool yourself down." She paused a second as if waiting his reply, then she went on. "Ok George, carry on." She turned on her heel then and thankfully went back in through the utility door. George swigged down the rest of the iced liquid, unaware, thinking that perhaps she was right, perhaps it was all caused by the heat, yet if anything his manhood throbbed more, begging for his attention. He was desperate to relieve himself and though he tried his utmost to ignore it, he was struggling, hardly able to think straight whilst he tried to continue with his work. He knew that if he was caught wanking behind the trees or in the back of his van, his reputation would be shot, so he struggled on. By four o'clock George headed for home, which was completely unlike him, he just couldn't understand his sudden and persistent arousal. He thought, man like, that it was nothing really new of course, but such a thing would normally be triggered by someone, something or perhaps even by his mood at the time. Today, however, he couldn't truly understand why he felt so totally randy. It had just seemed to come over him and all he could put it down to was the clothes that he'd seen on the line and his own crazy imagination. It all confused him, why the hell would something like that give him such a turn on, such an erection? He felt disgusted with himself and yet his un-wilting manhood throbbed in yearning need between his legs. Going through the back door into the kitchen he immediately grabbed a beer from the fridge, popping the can and swigging it as he headed up the stairs to the bathroom. In no time he was standing naked beneath a cool shower his buzzing stiffness standing out proudly undeterred by the cold water and calling for his big rough hand to grip it. He stroked himself slowly, his staff rigid and quivering, his eyes momentarily closed as he tried to think of sexy thoughts to aid his climax. It wasn't to be though, his mind wandering back to the clothes line and then the magazines he'd discovered and left on his front room floor. George started to feel cross with himself, he was frustrated, his erection, if anything was more rigid, more demanding, yet his wanted climax wasn't coming. For the first time in years he considered lying on his bed and wanking, then in a real attempt to pull himself together he dried himself roughly, dressed quickly and headed out down to the boat. Being on his boat usually cleared his mind and for the next few hours he tinkered about doing all those tasks he loved so much. The truth of it was, however, every time he saw Richie's little sailing boat he started to think again. His mind rapidly jumping to the mystery of his friends disappearance, the curiously weird involvement he suspected with that awful woman and that disgustingly yet erotic excitement that it was beginning to fill him with. It was getting dark by the time he returned home and he cooked his supper thoughtfully, laying the table ready in the kitchen. The feelings were still causing his yearning manhood to twitch and stiffen until, finally giving in he fetched the pile of magazines to the kitchen table alongside his plate. Eating his pasta one handed he flicked through the magazines starting from the top of the pile. The female domination ones did nothing for him, the women posing in black leather, whips in hand, were laughable. The pictures were obviously contrived and he felt they were frankly boring. He shuffled them to one side coming to the sissy mags and for some worrying reason he felt his cock stirring in his pants as he picked the first one up. George had never been concerned about his sexuality, he'd had a few women whilst he was in the navy, but his career there had taken precedent. He'd lived in an all male environment, lived with all the tough guy bravado, men teasing each other about girls, though in reality few of them had great sex lives. Never ever had he had thoughts about other men and even the idea of it was inherently repellent, yet now here he was in his retirement looking at something he'd never even heard of. Before he was fully aware of it, as he looked at the pictures, his hand slipped over his stiffness, enclosed as it was in his denim work jeans. George turned the page revealing a person in a frilly pink dress submissively kneeling in front of a large naked man. The man had an enormous erection and the sissy kneeling before him was kissing it. George unzipped his jeans, pulling his own stiffening cock out from his underwear as he looked. He'd never seen anything like this before, he didn't believe that he had led a sheltered life, but this was different. He stroked himself, his erection stiffening quickly as he looked, taking in all aspects of the picture. It was obvious that the sissy was submissive by the look in his eyes, but there was something else too. Something about the picture told George that the sissy was being made to do something against his will. He could see that the sissy's hands were tied behind his back, his ankles locked together. The big man had control of him, forcing him to kiss his cock and the sissy almost looked afraid. George grew harder and harder as he looked at each associated picture in the set until his cock jerked in a spasming ejaculation sending pulse after pulse of his thick white semen across the kitchen table. George hurriedly thrust the magazine to one side before mopping up the mess disgusted with himself. He felt like throwing the magazine into the bin, but something stopped him, instead he just cleared away his super things. Washing the dishes his thoughts strayed once again to Richie and he found himself smiling at the thought of his friend, his boy, looking at the same pictures. He wondered if he had also played with himself and come whilst looking at the same thing. Well, what the fuck, he thought, there's nothing wrong with looking at a bit of porn is there? Then the worry crossed his mind again, what the hell had happened to his boy, where was he? He knew deep down that the woman, his present employer was involved and his intuition made him think that his boy was in her house, he would just have to wait his chance to get in there to find out for sure. Over the next couple of days George worked hard to finish the front garden whilst carefully watching the comings and goings as he worked. He noted the daily visits by the doctor, an older hag of a woman with what looked like a young disabled man in shorts, the solicitor and on one occasion Richie's wife. Strangely Mrs Davies had seemed to soften in her attitude towards him and each morning and afternoon a jug of iced squash was left out on the patio table for him. Each time she would make a point of telling him it was there, prepared by her little girl for him, which confused him as he hadn't seen sign of a girl. Gaining a little confidence and in an attempt to make a step towards gaining access to the house, George enquired if he could use the toilet. To his surprise she had gladly shown him one just inside the back door, to the right off a corridor leading to the utility room and invited him to use it whenever he need to. The last couple of days were affecting George though and ever since that first occasion he now seemed to be feeling permanently randy with his cock was rising at the merest thought. When he got home from work each day he had stupidly taken to avidly reading the magazines, wanking over them sometimes twice or even three times in a night. It was having an effect on his mind, almost like a drug he couldn't give up, as he insatiably read the stories and ogling at the pictures. By the Friday morning he had finished the front garden and was about to make a start with an initial cut of the long grass of the back lawns when she appeared. She had a jug of squash and a glass in her hand as usual. She put them on the patio table and turned to him taking an envelope from her pocket. George's heart skipped a beat for a second, wondering what it was. "Here is your week's wages George, apart from a hiccup earlier in the week, when I think you must have had sun stroke, I am generally pleased with your work." She handed him the envelope and George put it straight in his pocket. "Aren't you going to open it man?" "No Mam, I'm sure it's right Mam." She nodded as if satisfied by his reply. "I see you are going to start at the back?" "Yes Mam, I'm sorry I haven't given you a proper quote Mam. I, I've been quite busy in the evenings, but I think that three weeks work should get it into shape. I might have to do other jobs for other customers too though Mam, so I am afraid that I might have to miss the odd day or half day Mam." George was telling the truth, he always thought it best to be straight with his customers and most of them respected him for that. "Hmm." She seemed to be thinking. "That should be alright as long as there is continuity here. I want you to come here each morning regardless and report to me explaining if you have to go elsewhere and telling me where and how long you will be at your other job." George was a little taken back, but he wanted to keep her sweet, if she wanted to know exactly what was happening in a way he understood, but it was the demanding way she said it. He nodded. "Yes of course Mam." "You're going to be here all day today?" "Yes Mam, I want to start on the first cut of the long grass Mam." "Very well, but I have to go out later this morning and I will be back by the middle of the afternoon. I will leave the back door open for you to have access to the toilet and I will see that your drink is left for you in the utility." George could hardly believe his ears, this was his opportunity at last. "Thank you very much Mam, I'll make sure the house stays safe when you're away Mam." And he found himself foolishly touching his hat in acknowledgement of her. "I would appreciate you do that George, we wouldn't want anything to go missing, would we?" She paused. "I'll let you know when I am leaving." George felt an excitement running through his body, helping himself to a drink to calm his nerves before getting his machinery out for the task in the garden. In his mind he was planning on his exploration of the house when she was gone whilst he slowly made his preparations for the mowing task. The first strip of grass when he finally began was tougher than he expected, especially with his mind wandering about getting into the house and he was a bath of sweat by the time he was ready for the next one. He hadn't heard from her and he was beginning to get impatient and agitated. So he stopped for a few minutes watching the door as he finished off the jug of squash, trying not to be too obvious that he was waiting for her to go. She watched him from the nursery window, smiling, satisfied to see him finish the drink with its high dose of viagra that she had laced it with. She was sure that he wouldn't be able to control himself with that in his blood stream. She turned back to Richie sitting, nervously submissive on the side of his cot, she loved to see the look of fear in his eyes. The days of brainwashing and drugs since his return were turning him into a quivering sissy baby, unable to fight against the implanted thoughts and reactions. He whimpered frightened now as he saw the syringe in her hand. "Take your medicine now, like a good sissy baby." Her voice was an evil hiss as she went over to him, taking his trembling weak arm in her rigid grip. The injection was over in seconds and he cursed himself for giving in to her with such ease, watching with a sob as she left the room with the incriminating vials and syringe. Five minutes later she was at the back door calling George. He looked flustered and was obviously having problems with his trousers. "I am going now George I wont be back until this afternoon." George, embarrassed by his obvious bulge didn't have time to croak his reply as she left. The closing door signalling a burst of excitement that flowed through him. He shook himself trying to clear his mind of the heat flowing through him, he forced himself to be patient, let her get good and far away. if Richie was locked up in there, he had to make sure he wasn't caught in his search for him. he felt as if he was searching for his own son, kidnapped and locked up, after all that was why he was here, to rescue the boy, his boy. To free him from the evil witch, he grinned to himself, he knew it all sounded so melodramatic, but he was sure that his friend, his boy, was being held here against his will. At the very least he hoped he could find out what was going on in the house, what was Mrs Davies up to? He left it a half an hour before he went through the back door. He had tried to use the time to mow another strip of long grass, but in effect it only served to feed his bloodstream with the sex drug she had given him and now his body was buzzing in what he put down as excitement of the impending search. In the little hallway to his right was the toilet door and in front of him was the door to the utility, which stood open. Listening for any sound he moved cautiously forward into the utility room. On the worktop by the sink stood the second jug of drink, made up and covered as she had said. The door on from the utility was closed, he went over to it, slowly turning the handle, quietly hoping that it wasn't locked. Silently the door swung open revealing a longer corridor with one door on each side and an open door at the end leading through to the kitchen. George tiptoed silently through until he was standing in the kitchen. It was a large room with worksurfaces along one wall, a tall larder fridge on his left and a kitchen table with four chairs to the right. In the middle of the room stood the large robust looking high chair, it was tubular steel framed, its table hinged down to one side. George could see the cuffs dangling from steel chains at the sides and further cuffs dangling from the foot rest. His heart beat quickened as he saw them, it reminded him of one of the magazines. Undoubtedly it was being used to restrain someone. George moved cautiously to the door to the front hallway, looking around himself for clues, whilst listening carefully for any sound that might signal her return or that there was someone else in the house. All was silent. He glanced into the lounge and the dining room but the third door was locked. He put his ear to it but there was no sound coming from inside. Moving on George came to the stairs and he stood there quietly listening again. After a few moments of silence he began to softly climb the stairs. Was he wrong, was no one here after all? He came to the landing and turned right towards the back of the house and he walked in through an open bedroom door. No one was there but for some reason he was drawn to a further door in the corner. He knew he could only satisfy himself by searching everywhere, he would never forgive himself if he hadn't been thorough in the search for his boy. He opened the door and slipped silently through it, then he froze. He could hear something, a noise, a sort of crying, yes a sobbing sound. It seemed to be coming from behind a curtain across the wall at the end of the short corridor. Gently he pulled the curtain to one side revealing a small door. He put his ear to the door, the sound of sobbing was louder, definitely inside. George could see that there was a key in the lock. Very carefully, very quietly he turned the knob but it was indeed locked. Listening for a second he turned the key. It turned easily the lock's mechanism noiselessly moving. George tried the knob again, even slower and the door gently began to open, but as it did so all went quiet in the room. George's heart was pounding loudly in his chest almost afraid of what he might find inside. Quietly he pushed the door wider until he could quickly peep around its edge. The sight stunned him, making him pull his head back immediately as he tried to take it in, almost expecting a shouted response. A young girl had seemed to be sitting on the edge of a cot, she was wearing a pink satin babydoll nightie. George cringed waiting a few seconds but there was no scream of horror of seeing him, a strange rough looking man peeping around her door, so he peeped again. She looked small, looking at him, her eyes wide. She had blond ringlets cascading down either side of her face, a large pink dummy dangling from a pink ribbon around her neck. Her satin nightie came to her hips, her smooth legs dangling, pink satin booties on her feet. Somehow her arms seemed to be fixed to her sides, black leather cuffs a wicked contrast around her wrists, the belt between them disappearing behind her back. She didn't seem to speak, but just looked at him with her big eyes. George came further into the room, cautious in case she screamed, taking in everything as he looked. She had bright red lipstick on her lips, she wore blue eyeshadow and her lashes appeared long and curled. Her cheek bones seemed to be pronounced, her cheeks coloured a pretty pink enhancing her babylike appearance. George looked at her closely, there was something about her, something familiar, then with a gasp he realised. "Oh my god" ..... "Richie! What have they done to you boy?" The eyes grew wider, a dim recognition dawning in Richie's muddled brain and to his own surprise he felt a wave of shame course through him at being caught, seen like this by his friend, his father figure and unable to stop himself he broke down into tears. George, even though he was shocked at Richie's appearance, was moved deeply seeing him break down into tears in this way and like any good parent his first thoughts were to pacify and comfort him. he quickly sat on the cot beside him, putting his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close in a protective cuddle. "There, there so, I'm here now" he murmured in Richie's ear. He could feel the young man trembling against him, feel his sobs as they wracked his body, Richie unable to control the tears running down his cheeks. George was feeling confused, he so wanted to help, to do something to comfort his boy, stop his tears and in his desperation he kissed him on the cheek. He didn't know why and didn't consider what he was doing he just wanted to stop him from sobbing his heart out. Richie appeared to quieten a little and George kissed him again, trying to kiss away the tears, to take away his boy's pain. Richie's weeks of brainwashing and drugs controlled his reactions, making him turn submissively towards the big man beside him. the words going round and round inside his head, "Kiss Daddy, Kiss Daddy, Kiss Daddy." Their lips met almost by accident, Richie's softly parting as they did so. The kiss took George a little by surprise, but the reaction from his Viagra fuelled cock made him gasp and before he knew it his other arm slid around Richie pulling him to him. The urgency of the unthought of following kiss developing the lust within him. Richie's large breasts and engorged nipples grazed George's arm, making him grunt, his hand immediately sliding back over them as he did so.. "Fuck son, what's she done to you, fuck, fuck." George was getting lost in the magazine fantasies he had been reading. "Fuck you've got fucking lovely tits baby." George was unable to stop himself, he slid his hand up under the soft satin babydoll nightie, over Richie's soft smooth skin to his bouncing breasts. "Oh fuck baby." His grunt was animal like. The touch to Richie's erect super sensitive nipples set off a pre- programmed trigger in his brain that had been planted into his very psyche. It made him lie back in his cot, his feet and his knees in the air, his legs wide apart. In his woolly mind he was just being good for his Daddy. George's cock was like a ramrod, striving to get free from his trousers and in a second he found himself standing between his boy's legs looking down on his smooth naked childlike groin. His cock a shrivelled little finger, a pink ribbon tied in a bow around it as it quivered there, his testicles non-existent, just a tight little mound leading down to his boy pussy. Richie was whimpering, lifting his hips up as they had trained him to, as if offering himself. George was lost in a crazy Viagra induced lust, he wasn't sure when he had undone his trousers, only that his rampant pole was there, a huge curving stiffness making Richie's tiny cockette look even smaller in comparison. George couldn't stop himself even if he had wanted to, he couldn't think straight anymore. Grunting as he rubbed his thick wet mushroom head over and between Richie's cheeks. Richie was whimpering in a high pitched voice, his body moving as if in reaction to George, until George unable to control himself further, thrust forward slowly sinking his rigid stiffness into Richie's pussy. In George's mind it was as if his entire body was focussed on his cock, his voice a loud growling roar as he began thrusting madly, getting closer by the second to his climax. There was no thought of who or what or why, just lust. "Fuckkkkkkk............." he roared as he came, it seemed like all the semen in his entire body was jetting from his cock, like a rigid hosepipe in a forceful rush as he grasped Richie's hips to him, impaling him fully as his jet of seed filed his boy's belly. George's climax, when it was achieved, created a sudden chain of events. Richie's lisping moans of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, suddenly stopped, his mind suddenly clearing, as the programming had intended and now he blindly realised what his best friend, his father figure was doing to him. Similarly, as often happens when men cum, George suddenly jerked away from Richie in disgust at himself. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, what have I done, what have I done, oh my god, oh fuck." He pulled his trousers up over his still dribbling cock, backing away unable to face Richie as he looked around in horror and despair, as if awakening from a nightmare. George's hand was shaking in his haste to lock the nursey door, then he ran leaving Richie lying on his back, wriggling, unable to sit up with his arms tied as they were. Richie was horrified at what has happened and tearful at the thought of losing his friend, his only friend, was another escape route closed? They were breaking him slowly and he couldn't seem to do anything about it. George felt sick and disgusted with himself. Getting to the utility, he saw the jug of drink there, he pulled the top off it and swigged it down in manic gulps, a voice going on and on inside his head "Fuck, fuck, fuck, what have I done, what have I done." He all but ran into the garden and launched himself at the work, manically mowing like a man possessed. All the time he was fiercely cursing himself. For the first few hours he chastised himself, how could he have done something like that, done such a thing, he'd let his friend, his boy, down. He had started out to rescue him and he'd ended up raping him. George was tearing himself apart, how could he have, how could he have and even worse, the unthinkable, he had actually had sex with a man. He wasn't gay, he knew he wasn't, never had he been, the thought revolted him, he felt sick, how could he, how could he, what had come over him. He actually started sobbing to himself as he took it out on the work, madly walking up and down the garden, an enormous rick of grass growing at the end by the gate in the back hedge. After a few hours of self-loathing George began searching for a reason why. Why had he done such a disgusting horrible thing. Then in his anguish he suddenly began to think about Richie. It was his fucking fault, that fucking sissy, he'd lured him, persuaded him, seduced him, that's what it was his boy had fucking seduced him. After all George would never ever have done such a thing normally, Richie had persuaded him, encouraged him, he'd fucking seduced him. George began to feel a little better, less sick, but more like dirty, used even. A call broke his recriminating thought pattern, it was her, Mrs Davies, she was back, he stopped the machine a second to hear her. "I'm back now, I can see you found your drink." She took in his appearance, his haunted look, the perspiration soaking his tee shirt, his trousers roughly belted, zipper down gaping and she smiled to herself. George nodded, saying nothing only to start the machine again and carry on pushing himself. He stopped at six o'clock, roughly packed his van and headed for home, his ferocious self-loathing replaced by a sad weariness. He decided to stop at the pub on his way back, he suddenly felt that he needed the company as much as he needed a drink. Perhaps it was to convince himself that he was a real man, a rough tough man. He ended up drinking too many pints with a pub meal while making small talk with other workmen as they grabbed their evening drinks. He glanced at a newspaper but couldn't concentrate to read it, skimming past the girly pictures on page 3 with a sudden lack of interest and even a little distaste. "Fucking women." Unaware he had said it out loud, his voice blurred by drink. "Too right mate," another solitary drinker piped up. "More trouble than they're fucking worth, not easy going like us. If all women was like us it'd be a bloody sight better place." A couple of other drinkers nodded like wise sages "Too fuckin true" before sinking their muzzles back into their beer. George drove the back roads to his house, he knew he'd drunk too much, he staggered upstairs and roughly pulled his clothes off before crashing into bed. He slept the sleep of the drunk, but he woke too early with a thick head. He tried to turn over to get back to sleep but his mind filled with the events of the previous day. He thought about seeing Richie sitting there on the edge of that cot and suddenly he felt his erection growing, inexorably he slid his hand around it as he thought on. He did look fucking sexy sitting there dressed like a baby girl. George's mind began to drift over the memory... his tits and those fucking hot begging nipples, he stroked himself as he remembered, thinking back. His arms to his sides, those cuffs, those black cuffs, he was tied in bondage, he couldn't defend himself if he wanted to............... Fuck.........George was rubbing himself harder. Fucking tied down, defenceless for me to fuck him. Ohhhhh Fuckkkkk.... George came, a jet of cum squirting in the air, splattering his chest and coating his hand. He stroked for a few minutes longer, thinking as he milked every last drop and it was then that he realised. That naughty little sissy baby, he should have spanked him, put him over his knee and warmed his bottom, then made him suck him. It was then that George knew, he had to have him again. He murmured to himself, "I fucking well have to have you baby." As he looked at the cum on his hand, then he got out of bed to clean himself up. George arrived at work early that day, he had a sudden spring in his step and he surveyed the wild trashing he'd made of the overgrown garden and he chuckled. First job to clear that up. He hoped against hope that she would be going out again but nothing was said when she eventually saw him, just the routine jug of juice brought out and nodded exchange. The days went by, George fitting in his other customers as he had told her he would, whilst becoming more and more frustrated. The iced juice drinks arriving twice daily when he was working on her garden, maintaining his sexual fervour. He'd taken to wanking every night and every morning now, thinking of Richie from that day whilst insatiably consuming the magazines and more recently searching the internet for anything to do with sissys and sissy babies. He read and re read the stories he found in a growing frustration until in the end he decided to make a plan. If he could possibly get in the house again, he'd kidnap Richie himself. He'd bring him back to his house..... It was exactly a week after that day with Richie that George had his next opportunity and she actually explained to him something that might prove how regular that might be. "I go out to lunch with my friend every Friday George, I take it you won't mind helping yourself." She paused, letting the thought drift into George's brain. "Your drink will be in the utility again when I'm out." George was overjoyed, a chance to have his sissy baby again, he knew it was too short notice to put his plan in place, but now that he knew when her days out were, he could plan for the kidnap on the next week. "Yes, Yes no problem Mam."