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I felt a terrible mixture of thankfulness that he was gone, mixed with shame over what I'd allowed to happen and the fearfully nervous apprehension over what he had suggested and what he'd left me with. The events of the day, the emotional madness, so highly charged, had exhausted me totally. I crawled up off the floor, into bed and pulled the duvet over me, seeking the solace and peace of darkness and sleep. I awoke at early dawn, the light shining in at my bedroom window. I felt the need to pee as you often do when you wake, my penis was throbbing, trying to get stiff. I slid my hand down beneath the duvet to stroke it, tease my erection before heading to the bathroom. My eyes shot open and the memory and realisation hit me making me almost jump out of bed. I groped around my throbbing, now painful, imprisoned penis, my heartbeat jumping. Not only that I suddenly saw my painted nails and the horror of how I would remove the colour hit me. I felt in a panic, I could have screamed, that mixture of feelings coursing through me, but the first thing I had to do was pee to release the pressure and the discomfort. In the bathroom I stood there for a moment realising the futility of standing, my penis was locked bent down between my legs, I had to sit if I was going to pee at all. I sat, slowly trying to relax, looking at my brightly painted nails, getting used to the difficulties of the situation. God, how on earth was I going to get out of this? I told myself to calm down, relax, take it easy, I'd think it through. The best thing to start was to get a cup of tea, I always started the day with a cup of tea, it relaxed me, set me up for the day. I finished and went back into my bedroom, putting on the loose tee shirt I usually wore to bed and a pair of boxer shorts, then I headed down to the kitchen. I examined the device as the kettle was boiling, it was made of metal, but seemed quite light, there was a ring which clamped around me close to my body, beneath my testicles and a sort of cage that was fastened to it and enclosed my penis. At first I couldn't see how it was locked on, there was no padlock that I could see, then I realised that a key actually slid into the top of the ring and the lock was a part of it. It seemed to me that the only ways to get it off were, either to unlock it, or to try and cut it off and to be honest I didn't fancy trying to use a hacksaw close to my genitals, that is if it could cut it in the first place! I felt myself getting stressed a growing fear within me. "Calm, calm yourself Richie." I took a deep breath and I made my tea, then I did what I always do, head into the dining room to go onto my laptop. I opened the dining room door and there on the table were, the jotter and pencil together with a large carrier bag, a small plastic bag, two large bottles of tablets and a sheet of written paper. My heart was in my throat just seeing the things. Perhaps I'd find the key and some nail varnish remover. I looked in the small bag first, the nail varnish and the top coat were in it, together with the lipstick, but there was also a tube of mascara and a plastic box of eye makeup. With a tremble to my hand I moved on and opened the carrier bag, it seemed full of clothes and I took them out, putting them on the table one by one. It seemed that this was a schoolgirl uniform, well let's say a sexy schoolgirl uniform. There was another skirt, this time navy blue, similarly flared and pleated and stupidly short. With it was a white blouse, which was far too sheer to be a real uniform blouse and there were several pairs of white silky nylon panties, two short waist petticoats and two trainer bras. To top that there were several pairs of white socks with frilly pink tops and a pair of light brown open toed sandal type shoes with little kitten heels. What the heck was this about? I looked again in the bag, hoping I'd find the key or something, anything to free me, there were more clothes. There were three packs of little girl type nighties, he'd obviously been shopping on line for adult sized girl clothes. The nighties were of a silky material, in pale pastel colours with cuddly animal pictures on the front. They looked extremely short and each had a matching pair of frilled silky knickers to go with them. "You've got to be joking," I mumbled to myself, trying to ignore the tingling that was going through my entrapped penis. I glanced at the two tablet bottles, they were made of a brown smoked plastic and they had hand written labels on them. One said day vitamins for growing girls and the other said night vitamins for growing girls. I turned to the piece of paper and read it. "On the table is your jotter and pencil, I want you to do some homework each evening. In the bag you will find some clothing. You will wear the nighties at night and you will email me every night and every morning whilst wearing them. When you do your homework you will wear your school uniform. You will also take your vitamins every night and every morning whilst you email me. You will refer to me as Sir at all times. I have your front door key in safe keeping and may call to see you when I am in the area. I would hope that you will be appropriately dressed when and if I call. Otherwise I will see you at the same time next week Leanne. There are two last things; Firstly, if you are a good girl this week, then I will undo your chastity when I see you, it is futile trying to remove it, you will only cause yourself harm. Secondly, go onto your computer now, read my email carefully and follow the instructions completely." He must be joking, there was no way I was going to do those things and no way I was going to meet him either. I'd demand the key from him and tell him I didn't want to see him and for him to post it to me, I'd even pay for the things or he could have them back, I'd ask his address and post them to him. I looked at my laptop, then opened it, I was starting to feel nervous already. When I logged in, within seconds an email arrived in my account, it was from him, I recognised his account name. I looked at the header for a few minutes, before plucking up the courage to open it. "Hello Leanne, You will see two attachments with this email, I want you to click on the first one now." I looked at the header and saw that there were indeed two attachments with the email, the left one was clearly marked Richie 1 and the other Richie 2. I clicked on the first one and after a few seconds a file opened. It was a file of photographs. The first showed me standing by his car in the woods in my shorts with my knickers showing. When the hell had he taken that? I felt my face beginning to get hot, a flush of embarrassment going through me. I clicked on to the next. I was wearing the skirt, I looked like a man dressed as a girl, I looked like a pansy, my short cropped hair showing my face clearly, the lipstick very noticeable on my lips. I clicked to the next and the next, it was like a photographic diary of our walk through the woods, even showing three with me and the dog, the last of these showing me squatting down rubbing his tummy, my pink knickers clearly visible as was the dogs erection. I thought I was going to faint, I couldn't believe my eyes, I'd never seen him take any pictures, how? When? I felt a terrible fear and humiliation building up inside me. Shaking I went back to the email. "They are lovely pictures aren't they Leanne, I am quite pleased with the results, they print out beautifully! I've even set up a couple of little blogs with them. Just for you, if you are a good girl that is!" I hardly needed to read the threat. "Now look at the second file Leanne." I didn't want to, I was burning in shame and embarrassment as it was, I could hardly face anymore, but hesitantly I opened it. The next set of photos were taken in my bedroom and could only be called pornographical. It was a catalogue of bondage and male sex and my face was shown as if I was in complete ecstasy throughout. I could have died. I went back to his email, in abject fear of his words. "Aren't they beautiful Leanne, you look as if you are enjoying every second don't you? These photos are worth a lot of money Leanne, I know a lot of people who would dearly love to see them, have them, have you! So you see Leanne, you WILL do exactly as I say or I will be forced to start publishing them, won't I? And don't believe that no one will want to see a middle aged man looking like that and doing those things, I already have a number of friends who are enquiringly after you! Now, firstly you will select one of your pictures from the first file and make it your wallpaper on your computer, then select one picture from the second file for your screensaver. I will be checking to see that you have done it when I pop in to see you, if it is not done that I will start to hand your pictures out! Secondly, if it is morning when you are reading this, then put on one of your nighties and message me immediately. Sir" It had taken me less than an hour to be emotionally wrecked once again. In that short space of time I was feeling more than a little scared, a nervous anxious humiliation growing within me. He'd backed me into a corner, he held all the cards, he was in control and now I couldn't see any way out. I had to do what he said or I was pretty sure he would ruin my quiet life. But it was weird, whilst I was feeling terrified of my situation, yet there was a tightness in my tummy and the tiny beginnings of a stupid niggling buzzing sensation in my penis. With a thumping heart and trembling hands I took off my tee shirt and then slipped off my boxer shorts. I stood there nervously naked for a second, save for the chastity device, then I reached for one of the nighties. I opened the plastic pouch it was in and gently, perhaps too gently, pulled it out. It felt cool, slippy. I took a deep breath, I could already sense what this would do to me, it was the feeling of knowing what it would do to me, not wanting to do it, but unable to stop yourself and finally falling into its enticing grip, I slipped it on over my head. The slippy silky material cascaded coolly down over my chest, coming to a stop at my hips, half covering my bottom. I shivered involuntarily at the sensation, as it started to possess me, I desperately wanted to feel myself through it, but forced myself not to. The pair of frilly silky knickers had fallen from the bag when I'd pulled the nightie out, they screamed little girl and I mean little girl. The mere look of them made me blush in humiliation at the thought of wearing them, yet I couldn't stop myself, the possession had already started. Panting slightly, my whole body quivering I picked them up and in an unwanted building arousal I stepped into them almost whimpering as I pulled them up my legs, over my bum to my waist. In my mind through this act it was as if I was submitting to him and that submission was sending stupid waves of arousal through me, my poor entrapped penis buzzing and struggling in its prison. I was Lost now, my breath coming in short gasps, I wasn't thinking straight any more, I sat in front of my laptop and pressed the messenger icon against his name, then with trembling fingers hesitating over the keys, yet unable to control myself, I slowly typed. "Good morning Sir." Followed by enter. I sat there then, looking at my words, my brain going into recriminating overdrive as I waited for his reply. Perhaps he wasn't there, perhaps he'd gone, perhaps his computer was switched off, perhaps I could retract my message. His icon flickered slightly, my eyes glued to it in half dreaded expectancy. "Good morning Leanne, are you wearing your nightie?" I blushed again, then hardly wanting to, but unable not to, I replied, "Yes Sir." "Show me. Take a picture with your webcam and send it to me." I gasped, he could humiliate me so easily, drive me to do things I didn't want to do and because of those pictures and the awful chastity thing, now I couldn't avoid obeying him. I used my cordless mouse to click the picture as I stood halfway across the room looking at my blatantly sissy picture on the screen as I took it. Sitting back in front of my laptop, my finger hovered an instant over the share button and suddenly it was gone. "Good girl, looking pretty for me this morning." I blushed even deeper at the words, yet my silly penis just wouldn't stop buzzing in its tight enclosure. "Have you chosen your wallpaper and screensaver for your computer yet?" "No Sir." My nerves were jangling at his words. "Then do so now Leanne and tell me which ones you've chosen, I'll give you three minutes to do it girl." I stared at his words a second, I really didn't want to look at the pictures again, then afraid of the consequences I nervously re-opened file 1. They were all so sissyish, if I had to choose then it had to be one that was least shameless. In the end I chose one of me in the woods looking at the ducks in the lake, where my head was turned away in the picture, even though my knicker legs were just peeping below the skirt. I told him quickly as I could see the time going on. "Picture number 9 Sir." I opened the second file, this was worse, much worse, gay pornography involving me! I could have screamed, what was I doing, why had I let him? I steadied myself and forced myself to look through the pictures. Once again there was a picture of me, naked lying on my side, my wrists cuffed behind me, the strap of the ball gag clearly visible behind my head. The best of a bad job I thought. "Picture number 23 Sir." I glanced at the time on the messenger it said 6 minutes. "You are out of time Leanne, I gave you a chance to choose and you didn't, now I have to choose for you, I might have known a silly little girl like you couldn't make a decision to save her life. You will use picture 2 for your wallpaper and picture 26 for your screensaver. Do it now and tell me when you've done it, I want screen dumps to show that you've done it and I am giving you 3 minutes again to do it or I shall start to invite some of my friends to view your blog." I panicked Immediately, rushing to find the right photos, the first was of me standing by the car wearing the skirt, I looked like a total sissy. The second was of me lying on my back, my gag and chastity in full view, the pipe and bulb pump noticeable curling up from between my legs. The expression on my face was one of insane ecstasy, it looked as if I was about to come. Trying to ignore the content, I proceeded to set them as wallpaper and screensaver, then doing my best to unsuccessfully get screen dumps of them. "I, I've done it, Ive done it, but I can't get screen dumps, I don't know how to Sir." Five minutes had passed! I waited for his reply, my nerves escalating at the delay, then. "I've invited three friends to our blog Leanne, I'm sure they will love it." For some crazy reason my penis was throbbing, demanding in its enclosure, yet I was burning in shame and embarrassment. "How do you propose to show me that you've done it? Or do I add more?" The panic was growing again. How could I prove it, how could I stop him, then I had an idea, an unthought through idea that I would come to regret. "I, I could take two pictures with my phone and watsap them to you Sir." He gave me his number then and I took the pictures and sent them to him. "Good girl Leanne and we can add your phone number to your blog can't we, then your friends can get in touch with you cant they?" I nearly fainted, what had I done, my whole body was trembling in abject humiliation now. "You have a smart phone Leanne?" "Ys Sir." I was shaking as I replied to him. "I will send you a picture Leanne, set it as your wallpaper on your phone and set it as your profile picture in watsap, tell me when you've done it, I'll give you another 3 minutes which should be plenty of time even for a silly little girl like you." The picture was of me squatting down by the dog, my knickers were in clear view and it looked as if I was petting the big black dog. I hated it, but I only had 3 minutes so I rushed and set the picture, then without thinking, put it as my watsap profile picture too. It was only later that it dawned on me that everyone who knew me on watsap could also see that! "Good girl." He must have seen my profile picture change, knew he had me under his control. "Have you taken your vitamins this morning yet Leanne?" "No Sir." I was still quivering, not thinking, the nightie building erotic sensations that were confusing me. "Do so now Leanne, take two of your day vitamins, have you something to take them with?" I looked at my half cup of Luke warm tea. "Yes Sir." "Then take them now Leanne, tell me when you have." I picked up the bottle labelled day vitamins for growing girls and opening it, I took two of the large capsules out looking at them nervously. Then I took a deep breath and swallowed them one at a time with my warm tea. "I've taken them Sir." Why was I not questioning him, not doing what he was telling me, telling him to stop, pleading him to end all this and why was my stupid penis tingling in its frustrating prison? Deep down I knew exactly why, he had me over a barrel from yesterday, now I was in trouble and as yet I didn't know how to get free. As for my penis, that just confused me. "Good girl, what are you doing today Leanne?" I worked from home, data processing for a Japanese company and I told him so. "Later I have to go to the supermarket I'm running low on food." I went on. "When you're working I want you to wear some pretty undies, a pair of panties and a bra, I know you have them, you've told me about them before, unless you lied to me! Wear your white tee top again and the grey skirt I gave you and your sandals. You will describe your undies to me when you are wearing them and send me pictures to prove it. I will send you a shopping list later, you will go to the large superstore which is not far from you. You will get everything on the list and send me a scan of the till receipt when you return. You will wear the clothes you've worn all day to the supermarket, but I will allow you to wear a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt over them. Send me a picture so that I can inspect you before you go. After you've put your shopping away and had your tea, you will change into your school clothes and get on with your homework. Again I want pictures. Do you understand Leanne? I would hate to have to edit your blog again today!" I was whimpering to myself, my senses high, my emotions through the roof, one hand between my legs unsuccessfully trying to quell the demands down there. My imagination was going wild, I'd written about such things so many times, masturbated as I'd thought up my stories and here I was now, it was suddenly reality and the mixed emotions were already driving me crazy. I knew the only way I could think straight again was to cum, but he'd stopped that happening and now it was making me feel more and more submissive. "WELL?" I blinked looking at the screen, moisture in my eyes. "Yes Sir." I squirmed in my seat. "Good girl, run along then, get washed and dressed, I'll wait for your picture." I looked at the screen for a minute or so after, then headed upstairs feeling slightly dizzy. I went to my bedroom first and removed the nightie in an aroused reluctance, it was so erotic to feel, it just possessed me with its touch. Eventually I went and showered, the dildo was on the floor of the shower still. I washed it as I washed myself, perhaps on reflection spending too long soaping it. With nowhere else to put it, I left it hanging from the soap dish, dangling crudely as I shaved my body in front of it. Returning to my bedroom wrapped in a fluffy towel, I opened my big wardrobe and dragged out the cardboard box of my secret dressing up clothes from its place hidden in the bottom. It was a collection that I'd gathered on my silly days. Every so often I'd develop a huge sense of hate at myself and throw my collection out, but within a couple of months I'd usually be stricken with that foolish yearning and begin buying stuff again. The box was half empty, it hadn't been that long since I'd tried once again to free my self from those sissy tendencies. Inside there was a pretty pair of black panties with floral motifs over it, together with a matching bra. With my heart racing I put them on, that sissy submissiveness growing immediately, as I knew it would, fuelled by the knowledge that he'd told me to do this and expected proof. What the hell was I doing? The white tee shirt showed the black of the bra's main colour through it, but I tried to ignore it, instead reaching for the flimsy grey skirt, which sent shivers through me as I put it on. I tried to shake myself back to some sort of normality and put on the sandals. My pink toe nails were blatantly obvious and in some insane way the sight of them was making my penis throb and suffer in its cell even more. I glanced at the clock as I got back down to the hallway, I still had time to send him the picture he demanded before I logged on to work. In the dining room I set the cam on to take a photo again and stood before it feeling foolish. With one eye on the clock, which seemed to be going at double time, I took the picture and sent it off to him, then opened my work login screen. I was about to log in when his reply popped up in front of me. "I told you I wanted a picture of you in your pretty undies Leanne, I'm waiting!" The worry was real on so many fronts, but I sensed what he was capable of and I reset the cam. Hurriedly I took the skirt and tee shirt off. I stood there then feeling a deep embarrassment grip me as I looked at the picture of myself, wearing only the bra and panties. I froze for a minute, red faced, then tried to get a grip on myself, took the picture and dressed quickly before sending it, not wanting to see it again. Now perhaps I could get on with my work. "Good girl, now before you get on with your work, I am waiting for the description." Bloody hell it was bad enough him wanting a picture of the underwear, but to make me describe them too, oh my god. I looked at the clock, time to log in to work. I decided to do that first, at least I'd be logged in ready. That took me a few minutes. "Leanne, must I warn you about editing you blog again!" I rushed back to reply to him, my brain going round in circles. "I am wearing a matching pair of bra and panties, they are black with pink and red flowers on them, they are made from a silky nylon. The panties are high cut at the sides and the bra is partly padded Sir." My reply was hurried. "Humph. Not really good enough but I will let you off today, you must do better tomorrow. Now get on with your work like a good girl." The chat went blank and he was gone, leaving me to sit there a bundle of nerves. I tried hard to get involved in my work, to take my mind off my predicament, but it just kept returning to me. My hand kept slipping down under the skirt, tracing the shape of the chastity device, trying to find some way of relief, which only frustrated me more. In the end I did manage to do some data processing, but my mind wasn't in it. It was just after twelve o'clock when the hateful chat box suddenly popped up on my screen once again. "It's time for a break girl, what are you getting for your lunch?" The message seemed innocuous, apart from the girl reference, the text made me relax a second after the shock of seeing the open chat box. "I haven't had breakfast so I thought I'd get myself some beans on toast." I decided to write in a normal friendly chatty way, hoping that he might stop being so dominant and assertive, be more like he was before. "No, you are on a diet girl! Have you eggs and milk?" I was a little taken aback. "Yes." "It's, Yes Sir, Leanne." I felt my nervousness immediately growing again "Yes Sir." "Have you a blender and a drinking bottle girl?" "Yes Sir." I said again, wondering where he was going with this. He gave me instructions then, on how to make a thick shake, which I just about had the right ingredients for. When it was blended I was to pour the mixture into my drinking bottle. My drinking bottle was a bit like a sports drink bottle, I usually filled it with flavoured water and it always sat on my desk. I would drink from it, through the spout, whilst I worked during the day, it just made it convenient when I was working. Now it was filled with this gloopy viscous semi translucent mixture which made me feel nauseous. It tasted slightly salty and because of its consistency and sliminess it made it weird to suck it up through the spout. Stupidly I didn't really twig what the mixture was like, I've no idea where my brain was, it suddenly dawned on me as I was actually sucking the bottle for him. He wanted the routine picture showing me doing it as proof of course and as I did so, I realised it. The mixture was just like cum! My facial expression must have shown it and he could tell that I had twigged it from my picture. "You'd better get to like it girl, because that's what you'll being having every day for your lunch from now on. Now suck your bottle while you print off the shopping list I've just sent you." I did as he said, gagging on the mixture as I opened the document, not concentrating on the screen as I printed it off. I told him I'd finished it, not that I'd bothered reading the shopping list, but again he wanted proof and I looked at the still half full bottle of goo with distaste. "Turn on your cam, I want to make sure girl." He hurried me on. Nervously I did so. "I thought as much, you lied to me girl, I'll punish you for that, now drink it up as I watch you. Look into the cam as you are doing it." I swallowed, feeling nauseous, then reluctantly did as he told me. "Smile girl, look like you are enjoying it." I made an effort to give a wilting half grin, though it was the last thing I wanted to do and eventually it was finished to his satisfaction. "Go and wash it up now, then get back to your work girl, I'll talk to you later." Again the box went grey and I turned my cam back off. I hated this, I hated him and I felt sick, but at this moment and as far as I could see, until I saw him again, I had no alternative but to do as I was told. The afternoon was actually no better than the morning, I struggled to concentrate, the chastity thing and the clothes continually distracting me. Also to be honest, I was always half expecting the dreaded pop up chat screen to appear at any time. It was very unnerving and suspenseful, but it wasn't until around 4 o'clock that that finally happened. "Time to go shopping girl." I brought my trembling fingers back to the keys. "Yes Sir." "Turn on your cam girl, I want it on each time I call you from now on." I nervously did as I was told, I hated being on live cam in front of him, I felt vulnerable, unhidden, revealed. "Good girl, now have you looked at your shopping list yet." I shook my head "no Sir." "Then do so now, so that you are aware of what to look for." I picked up the sheet from the printer and started to read it. 6 Pairs of nylon panties. I could feel my tummy tightening what the hell was this? 3 bras, one white, one black, one coloured. I began to tremble. 3 pairs of knickers, if they sell them. Omggg A half slip. He couldn't do this to me, what would people think. 3 pairs of stockings, 3 pairs of hold ups, 1 pack of black tights, I pair of nude tights. Red nail varnish Moisturiser. I thought I'd faint I scanned down further in panic, but the rest of list consisted of foodstuffs. I read through them quickly, there was a lot of salad and a lot of soy products, but minimum meat products, though milk and eggs were included. I looked at the screen wanting to challenge him. "Must I?" "Yes girl, you do understand the consequences don't you? Now go and get your joggers and a sweatshirt, I presume you have such things. Bring them back here." I scuttled off upstairs, I had bought panties in the superstore before, but the thought of this extensive shopping list unnerved me. I found my black jogging bottoms and a zip up sweat top that went with it, then I returned to the computer, my head still full of the shopping list. "Put them on over your clothes girl, show me what they look like." I pulled the joggers up over the flimsy skirt and put on the sweat top, zipping it up to my neck, then stood for him to see. "They look terrible girl, are those the only joggers you have?" I nodded. "Yes Sir." I just wanted to get this over with, the chastity clamp was tight, distracting, uncomfortable, stopping me from clear thought. "We will have to see to that, won't we girl? Pull the zip down a little on your top." Reluctantly I pulled the zip down 2 inches. "Further girl." I pulled it down another inch, to just above the top of my tee shirt. "Hmmm, it will do for now, now put your wallet, keys and mobile phone in your silly bum bag, but wear it over your shoulder." I fetched my bum bag and my trainers from the hallway and put my things in the bag. It was only when I slung my bum bag from my shoulder that I realised how much like a handbag it looked. It made me look like a sissy, but I knew that once I'd got to the store I would buckle it around my waist as normal. Yes it might still look odd, but at least not sissyish! I sat at my chair then, to change my shoes. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GIRL." The capital letters conveyed his anger "I'm changing my shoes Sir." I nervously stated the obvious, peeping at the screen. "Did I TELL you to change your shoes?" I looked at his text, a nervous tick developing in my brain. "N, n, no Sir." "You will wear your sandals, or do I tell you to put on your school shoes?" I looked down at my feet, my painted toes peeping obviously from my sandals. I couldn't go shopping like that, god what do I look like, what will people say. "Please." I began "If you don't do as you are told, I will make fully public your developing little blog girl and then I will make you take your joggers off to go to the shop like that. Do you understand me?" He could turn me into a quivering wreck with just one sentence. My choice was going to the shop with painted toe and finger nails or having a completely pornographic blog published publicly on the web. There was no real choice, he had me again and once again I had to give in and obey him. "Yes Sir." My voice was weak, small. "Good girl, now put on your lipstick then put it in your bag afterwards with your other things." My heart was going wild, it's difficult to explain the physical feelings of such intense humiliation, your tummy goes in knots, your body is quivering, your hands and feet tingling, your face burning yet feeling cold, a roaring in your ears. I reluctantly opened the lipstick and almost whimpering applied it to my lips. Somewhere in the back of my mind a fail safe plan was forming, I had tissues in the car, I could just wipe this muck off when I was in it. "I want you to watsap me a picture of yourself from your phone when you are in the ladies department. I will be waiting to see if you have done what you've been told. Then you will send me pictures of the underwear, I will be choosing them for you." He'd crushed my plan and my senses once again! I was a bundle of nerves when I got to the store, the car park was almost empty, but that didn't really help to calm me. I went in through the door, my hands in my pockets, my toes almost curled up and the stupid bag over my shoulder, trying my best to be nonchalant. I got to the ladies department, a few older ladies were browsing and I tried to ignore them. I stopped near the rows of panties, then trembling, took a photo of myself and then a few of the panties, sending them to him. "You look too hot girl, pull the zip down on your top further and send another picture to me." I just wanted to run and hide, but I knew I couldn't. I pulled the zip down to just below my bra, it didn't really reveal a lot thank goodness, so I took the picture and sent it to him. He sent me a string of instructions then, directing me to the panties he wanted me to buy, having me search through for correct sizes and placing them neatly in my trolley. I espied an older woman looking at me curiously before walking off haughtily, my humiliation was off the scale, the sooner I got this done the quicker I could get out of there. It was when I was trying my best to be surreptitious looking at the bras that things really took a turn for the worse. A shop assistant suddenly appeared by my side, she was a well built, mature woman, appearing outwardly friendly, yet her subliminal demeanour sent waves of complete embarrassment through me. "Can I help you love?" She spoke quietly, but there was a teasing edge. "N, n no it's ok." I stuttered blushing bright red. She smirked a knowing half smile. "What size are you love, do you want me to measure you?" I could have died, if my face was any redder I'd pop, but in reality I was near to tears and she could see it. Her smile was wider now. "Undo your top dear, I'll put my tape around you, it won't take a moment." "N, n no, it's ok." I squeaked, looking for an excuse to run, but she was pulling down the zip even as I spoke. My upbringing was by my mother, a strong matriarchal woman. It was she that had created a deep submissiveness within me. She had made me respect her and women in general to an unquestioning extent. This now reflected in my complete inability to be rude or push this woman away from me. After pulling down the zip of my fleece top she could now see I was actually wearing a bra under my tee shirt. It was so noticeable, but I suspect she had probably guessed as much before, as she'd been all eyes talking to me. "Oh that's a pretty bra love, is it one of ours? What size is it?" I was speechless, my mouth opening and shutting soundlessly in my total and abject humiliation, I just wanted the floor to open and swallow me up. "No matter love, we'll slip the tape round you." I could have died, wanted to die, to close my eyes and make it all go away like a bad dream. "36 is a little tight, 38 will be most comfortable love, now cup size, let's look at padded bras like the one your wearing and perhaps a B cup to start." She was enjoying every second, I could tell by her wicked smile, yet all I could do was to look around fearfully, terrified someone else would hear or appear. She saw the list then, clutched in my hand, held between my fingers and my sweating palm and before I even realised it she plucked it from me and was reading it. "Right, let's find the black bra first." She took control then, a slowly growing pile of lingerie filling my trolley as she talked of sizes and colours and I just followed behind her, my face beetroot red. Adding the makeup, she finally she lead me to the checkout, there was a separate one upstairs for the clothing and household goods. Slowly she bleeped each item, taking her time to take off the security tag and comment on how pretty it was. Whilst I just stood there in excruciating humiliation, unable to look left or right, just to stare dumbly down at the counter. When the whole pile was done and packed in a huge see through plastic bag, she stopped and took my list from her pocket, looking at it closely. "Hmmm knickers, well we don't sell knickers here love, but I do have a lovely catalogue of knickers, girdles and specialist underwear at home. Give me your address and I'll drop it round to you. You can choose the things you want, I'll help you with sizes and I'll put in an order for you." She looked businesslike, looking through her glasses, her pen poised above a sheet of note paper. I could feel the panic building even further within me, my already tattered emotions screaming. "N, n, no, it its all right, it, it doesn't matter." I managed to whimper. "Yes it does matter, whoever wrote this list thought it mattered, so stop being silly and give me your address now, or do I have to take it from your debit card details?" She was suddenly quite aggressive, demonstrative, her voice raising as she spoke. I squeaked, glancing around me, seeing a few people stopping to stare. Then I quickly croaked my address, my lips, my mouth, bone dry. Satisfied, her demeanour almost professional, she wrote down my address, then processed my debit card, handing it, my shopping list and the huge bag of lingerie to me with a wicked smile. "There you are love, I'll pop around with the catalogue this week, on my half day." And she turned away thrusting the note with my address in her pocket. The rest of my shopping trip was a rushed blur, I was glad to escape the store. The curious looks and smirks from the checkout girl unnerving me so much I just piled all my groceries randomly in the trolley and ran. I only live ten minutes from the store, but my watsap bleeped several times in that time, though I didn't look at it until after I'd stopped on my driveway. The messages were all from him asking me where I was, in increasing anger and telling me to go on line the instant I got home. I didn't bother replying but, as soon as I got in, I did as he'd said. "Hello I'm here." I typed. "Put your cam on." I did with some reluctance. "You opened your fleece, good girl. Now take it and your joggers off." I did as he said. "Scan your till receipts and send them to me." Again I followed his instructions "Now get your supper, a salad and quorn sausages, whilst I look through your receipts." I put my groceries away and made my supper leaving the large carrier bag of underwear on the floor in the dining room. When my meagre plate of food was ready I returned there, sitting in front of my computer as I ate. "There are additional items on this list, why did you buy them?" It was then I told him about the shop assistant and once I'd started I spilled it all out, my emotional pounding driving my speech as I told him everything, her attitude and how I was so humiliated and so upset. "Good girl, well done, I'm glad you've met this woman, Mrs M Hughes is the name it says on the receipt, you must ask her to help you choose your knickers and a nice corset, I'll send you an email to give her with your requirements." It wasn't the response that I expected and I gasped at what he said, the nervous fear bubbling up inside me once more. I seemed to have been pushed down a slope and now I was sliding down it as it got steeper and steeper, seeming unable to stop myself. I pushed my plate away, my appetite gone with the thoughts of what he'd said. "Finish your meal Leanne, you need to keep your strength up girl." Even my eating was being controlled by him now! I stifled a frustrated sob and hesitantly did as I was told until I was finally done, apparently to his satisfaction, then the next line of text appeared on my screen. "Good girl, now change into your school uniform and keep the cam open." I glanced across the table at the school uniform, still laying where I had left it that morning, I realised that I had been almost surrounded by erotic femininity all day long and I am sure that it had subliminally effected me throughout the day. He was keeping me in a state of constant humiliation, continually driving my submissiveness, fuelled by the chastity until I could hardly think straight anymore. Now In trembling embarrassment he was making me undress in front of my cam for him and put on the screamingly sissy, sexy schoolgirl uniform that he had supplied me with. The silky white panties had me quivering immediately, my poor entrapped penis struggling once more to stiffen in its cage. He must have been able to see my emotional struggles as he watched me pull them up over my bare bottom, unable to stop my legs wriggling together in a failed attempt at relief. The trainer bra was no better, giving me a strange restrictive feel as it tightened around me, cupping my man boobs into feminine shape. I struggled to shake my head clear then, but it was useless, the near sheer blouse, enhancing the appearance of my bra worn body and the tiny flared blue skirt maddeningly compounding a submissive sissyness within me. He wouldn't let me stop there though, the little girl socks and the school shoes just about pushed me over the top until he finally made me stand there modelling it all for him in a crazy mixed up emotional anguish. "There's a good little girl. Now it's time for you to do your homework. Take out your jotter little girl and begin with the first bird that we saw. As soon as you've finished send it to me to check. Remember to leave your cam on." The chat box went grey, I looked at it stupidly for a second trying to calm my tattered emotions, then sat, before reaching for the jotter and pencil from across the table. Opening the jotter at the first page, the only word there was on the page jumped out at me, ROBIN, taking me back to that harrowing walk the previous day. What the hell was I supposed to write, I didn't know anything about birds let alone robins. I opened up Word with a new blank document and looked at it wondering where to start, then my brain finally lurched into gear, Google you idiot, that was the answer. It took me five minutes to find a piece about robins, it described the bird. It's eating and nesting habits and all the necessary bird data for it. I copied the piece and pasted it into the blank document, gave it a heading, Robin, saved it all and sent it to him as an attachment, feeling quite pleased with myself. Watching the screen I sat there thinking to myself, so much for making me do stupid bloody homework, for gods sake. Then the chat box illuminated again. "Rubbish, how do little girls know things like this, you've been cheating little girl. Now do it again, remember what you are. You are a little school girl, what are you?" I looked at the screen aghast, the submissive throb starting deep in my belly again. "Tell me, what are you?" "A little school girl Sir." I finally gave in and replied, so many parts of my body reacting even as I typed. "Yes, a little school girl. Now get your head into the mind of a little school girl and start again." It took several failed attempts before he succeeded in reducing me to the level he wanted. At first I felt totally foolish writing like that, but suddenly I was almost feeling like a little girl as I wrote. "The Robin is a little bird, it's got a red chest and we call him Robin Redbreast. The lady Robin and the man Robin look the same. We saw Mr. Robin hopping on the ground looking for insects, then he flew along into the bushes. Robins don't like other Robins to come near where they live and when they do they fight each other." It was utter childish rubbish. "That's much better, you're learning, there's a good little girl, now do the next one, is it the blackbird?" I turned over the page, it was indeed the blackbird and I told him so. So the process went on with me describing each garden bird in the most childish way, whilst he corrected me and made me rewrite each piece in a way that satisfied him. I was just about to get on to the ducks when he stopped me. "It's eight o'clock girl, time for your bed, go and get your nightie and come back here to change." I could hardly believe it, eight o'clock ! Bed! What did he think I was. Yet the crazy throbbing in my caged penis increased madly at the mention of nightie, the thought of that silky satin cascading over me once again, turning me into jelly. Quivering inside I fetched it, stupidly without question and then idiotically I went through the undressing and changing humiliation in front of the cam once more. I was in a state, I admit I was, the restricted throbbing in my penis driving me crazy, stopping me from thinking straight and now even the touch of the satin nightie was twisting my mind. I should have shut him off, closed him down, argued, fought, but I just couldn't. I was trapped, I knew I was, he'd caught me and he was twisting my mind. Stripping again in front of my cam, In front of him, I was quivering all over. He could see the wet spot on the front of the silky white school panties, it was so noticeable, and when I pulled them down in trembling humiliation, he could see me dripping, much to my embarrassment, in my restrained sexual frustration. "Put on your knickers first and then your nightie girl." I did it, whimpering in sissy submissiveness as I followed his instructions, my whole body turning to jelly, my penis begging for release, I was suddenly like putty in his hands and he could see it. "Now sit down girl." I was quivering as I sat, holding my hands together in my lap to stop them trembling. "Do you love me girl?" I was panting in an almost hypnotic state, I nodded my head, I couldn't stop myself. "Then tell me girl, tell me you love me." I was panting as I said it, typing it on the screen too, my penis throbbing, a wetness leaking against my inner thigh. "I, I love you Sir." "Say it again girl, repeat it for me." My senses were on fire, I was lost, totally under his control. "I love you Sir, I love you Sir, I love you Sir." I was almost moaning as I said it. "Good girl, now get your bottle of night tablets." I glanced across the table, they were there beside the other bottle, the label clearly visible. "Night vitamins for growing girls." I reached for it and opened it, my fingers almost trembling too much to grip the top. Inside were large pink tablets, and I mean large, they were like horse pills, not that I've ever seen horse pills mind you. "Take out two girl, have you water?" I had water left from my eating my supper, I looked at the half glass and nodded. "Now look into your cam and take two tablets, one at a time." I took two of the huge tablets from the bottle then with the glass of water to help I looked into my cam and swallowed them with a struggle. "Good girl, now say goodnight, tell me you love me and go to bed, don't touch your computer." I was in such a wrecked emotional state, my brain couldn't function straight anymore. I looked into my cam. "Good night Sir, I love you." Stupidly, I regretted it later, I blew a kiss to the cam, and went to bed. I lay there in bed, for ages in screaming anguish trying my best to play with myself, to get some sort of climax from my dripping sex, but to no avail, until slowly my body tired until I just gave up and fell into a twisted restless sleep.