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The Date - Day Three I slowly came too, heady from a restless night, the pressure to relieve myself great, my normal awaking erection an uncomfortable restricted throbbing. I tried to ignore it all for a while and to put off the trip to the loo. Instead I found myself stupidly lying there caressing myself through the ever possessing satin nightie, it was just driving me crazy. The frustration finally drove me to stop, give in and pay the needy visit before I wet myself. It was quite early, but in reality it was still the sort of time I'd normally get a morning cup of tea to start the day. I'd usually go and get my tea then take it back to bed with me, then I'd drink it whilst I was reading my book for half an hour or so, before getting up. The thought of that cup of tea tempted me now and I decided to get one. I foolishly tiptoed barefoot downstairs to the kitchen, anyone would think I was afraid of being discovered or waking someone, after all I was alone, wasn't I? Insanely I was still wearing the all possessing nightie and knickers, why hadn't I taken them off? That, together with my painted nails were stupidly making me tremble, a weak submissiveness bubbling around in my head. I passed the door to the dining room, it was still slightly ajar, my computer just visible, teasingly sitting there on the table. I went on into the kitchen and set too making my tea, standing, thinking nervily as the kettle boiled, the dining room was beckoning me like some carefully prepared trap. With my tea in my hand, I intended on returning to my bedroom, but somehow I just couldn't manage to walk past the dining room door again without going in. The effeminate clothing was suddenly all around me, on the floor and on the table. I was being drawn in like a fish, hooked and struggling to free itself from a line. It was dragging at my feet, my imprisonned penis buzzing idiotically pushing me forward. Then I was there, unable to stop myself from sitting at the computer, placing my cup on the table and my fingers as if drawn by magnets, touching the mouse. The screen coming to life as I did so, my heart rate escalating. Slowly the black screen was replaced by my login screen and the embarrassing picture of me in that apparent lustfull bondage. The picture made me cringe as I saw it, I could hardly bear to look, it was utterly humiliating. Hurriedly I typed in my password just to get rid of it, but one humiliating picture was replaced by another. The wallpaper background was now the picture of me wearing that awful miniskirt in the car park. I shuddered at the sight, it was little better, but at least it wasn't the pornographic bondage of the previous screen. Something wasn't right though, it didn't look like my normal screen. I realised that apart from the embarrassing sissy picture, my desk top now looked quite different. The icons were now assembled, along the sides and the bottom of the screen, keeping the picture clear and unobstructed. That was bad enough, but they weren't my usual icons either! To one side were links to gay, sissy, bondage and domination websites, at the bottom were folders which said. "My messages from friends." "Sir's documents." "Leanne's pictures." "Leanne's blogs." "Leanne's friends." "Homework." Up the other side there were two icons at the top which stood out , one simply said "Sir." The other "Cam on." There were also a few different messenger services and finally tucked away discretely in a corner was a folder called "Richie's Work." I gasped in surprise, how had that happened, how had he managed to do that , how had he managed to access my computer? For a minute I thought he must have come into my house during the night, but then I remembered I had bolted the doors even though I was in a state going up to bed. I sat there for a few moments in total confusion, looking at it until suddenly I noticed the mouse pointer moving on its own across the screen. I looked at my mouse, I wasn't touching it! The pointer slowly moved up the screen, making its way inexorably to the icon which said "Sir." It hovered there a second, then flickered as if it was clicked. The dreaded chat screen opened on its own before my eyes and a question mark appeared. I looked at it, confused, stupidly unthinking for a minute. It began to flash, then in a realisation as to what he expected I brought my quivering fingers to the keyboard and typed. "Good morning Sir." My tummy was tightening even as I did so. The reply was swift, "I told you yesterday, what I expected, that is another black mark against you and another friend accepted to your blog girl. I have your cam on, so look at me and say you're sorry." I was trembling, it had only taken him seconds to reduce me to a submissive wreck once again. Without even thinking, I looked into the cam and said. "I, I'm very sorry Sir." "I should think so girl, now tell me you love me." He could see the state he'd reduced me to, knew I'd do what he said. My breaths were coming in short gasps, my penis throbbing painfully in its prison. "I, I love you Sir," I gasped. "That's right girl, you do. Now thank me for adding new friends to your blogs." I was whimpering, my penis buzzing insanely, a wetness developing against my inner thigh. I looked at the cam, not wanting to, hating it, hating him, but I couldn't stop myself. "Th, thank you f for adding new friends to m, my blogs Sir," I stuttered, the mixture of emotions confusing me as I spoke. "You want them to email you don't you girl?" My penis was almost spasming inside its prison, my entire body beginning to quiver, omg, he couldn't, they couldn't, he wouldn't. "DON'T YOU GIRL?" I gasped, then whimpered, "ys Sir." "Then tell me girl, tell me what you want." I was in a state of total hell and he was manipulating me, even though, deep down, I hated it, I didn't want any of this. "I, I w, want them to email m me Sir." "Of course, Good girl, I will tell them and you want to meet them too don't you Leanne?" I was shaking my head, the unsaid words going round and round, "no, no, there's no way, no way, please no." "DON'T YOU GIRL?" He was backing me into a corner once again, I'd have to agree, I could see no escape "Ys Sir," I mumbled softly. "I can't hear you, say it louder, tell me fully." The humiliation was fuelling my stupid penis making it buzz like a mad thing, the steel bars of its prison, tight against it, only increasing my feelings of submissiveness as it throbbed begging for a release. "Y, y, yes Sir, I, I, want to m, m ,meet them Sir." My voice sounded like a squeaky whimper in my head as I spoke into the horrible camera. "Of course you do and you shall my little slut, don't worry, you shall. When one of your friends writes to you, you must reply immediately, no matter what you are doing and you will copy me in on all your replies. Now it's time for little girls to take their vitamins isn't it?" I nodded blankly, my head spinning as I struggled to get back some control of myself. "Get them and take them for me then girl." I looked across the table, the two pill bottles were on the far side, I had to stand, leaning over the table to reach them, unaware that I was showing my satin knicker clad bum to his all recording camera as I did so. I took the morning bottle and without further command, swallowed the two pills with my tea as I looked into the cam once again. "Good girl. Now stand and lift up your nighty so that I can inspect your knickers girl." I blindly did as he said a painful humiliation burning deep within me as I lifted my nighty and stood there, terribly aware that the wet spot was completely visible. "It looks like you've had an enjoyable night girl, your first job when you're dressed will be to wash them. Now go and have your shower then come back here to me and bring those knickers back with you." I was in a daze, the humiliation burning through me, I seemed unable to think straight, but to just follow his words, yet deep down, I didn't want to, I really really didn't want to, it's just that I couldn't seem to stop it. I showered and shaved my body once again, as I did every day. The black inflatable dildo was still dangling there from the soap dish where I had left it. It was almost beckoning me, developing a yearning within me, to touch it. Breathing deeply, I did and in seconds I found myself stroking it, wanking it, my own trapped penis pulsing more than ever. I literally had to shake myself to clear my head enough to leave it and to get out from under the shower. Idiotically I didn't throw it on the floor in disgust, but I hung it back up, reverently, in pride of place, from the soap dish once again. Dry, I wrapped the towel around me and went back down to the dining room again, the satin silky knickers in my hand. It was beginning to feel almost like a terribly humiliating schoolroom. Entering a headmasters study. Within seconds of my entry a new line of text popped up in the chat box. "Drop the towel girl." Reluctantly I did as he said, dropping the knickers too, I hated doing this in front of his camera. I had a horrible feeling that he was recording me. "You will need to wash last nights knickers girl after all the fun you had in them." My face was burning hot in embarrassment at his words. "Right, now you're going to model all your purchases for me." He was turning the humiliation screw further and further. One by one, I slowly tried on each item of the underwear he'd made me buy and each time he had me turn slowly around in front of the cam, modelling them for him. For every item he had a comment, each comment developing my humiliation further, sending me on a descending submissive spiral. He chose, in the end, the underwear he wanted me to wear today. I was almost sobbing, broken in mixed emotions, humiliation, embarrassment, hate, yet my foolish penis was throbbing, dribbling in its cage, each item feeding in to the inner arousal that it was creating. He sent me upstairs in the chosen underwear, to fetch what items I had in my dressing up box. I tried to rebel then, tried my best to break his grip on me "Please, can we stop this, please Graham, I want my life back, please." I actually felt frightened saying it, I hate confrontation, hate arguments, Mummy had created that fear within me as I grew up. "You will do as you're told girl, do you want me to unlock your little penis that I can see dribbling for me?" His words clutched my heart. "Yes, yes, oh yes please." My reply was an unthinking instant reaction, I so wanted that freedom, that relief. "If you want me to unlock it, you have to beg me girl." "Please, please, oh please Sir, pleease, please unlock it sir." I felt distraught, I'd do anything for that release, that relief. "Do you love me?" I was trembling all over. "Yes, yes Sir," I babbled. "Tell me." "I, I, love you Sir, I love you." "You're mine now girl, remember that, you do as you are told, now Go and get your things. That's 2 more black marks, 3 already today and 3 more friends accepted." I stared at his words, I felt close to tears. "You do want me to unlock your prissy penis don't you girl?" My penis twinged even as I saw his words. "Yes, yes, oh please yes." I sobbed. "Then tell me you love me again and thank me for making you my little girl." I whimpered, my poor penis searching for relief. "I,I love you Sir, umm, thank you, for, for umm, for making m me y your lit, lit, little g girl Sir." "Hurry up then little girl and as your getting your things, bring down your gag, cuffs and dildo too and if you're very very good and please me I'll come and release your little sissy penis." I rushed from the room, the fear gnawing at my brain, yet that awful mixture of dread hate and humiliation was corrupted by my constantly buzzing penis. I tried my best to ignore the hidden threat from the fearful bondage toys. I had to be positive, now at least there was a glimmer of hope, hope to be released from my prison at least. When I returned with my dressing up box and the evil items, he told me to place the gag, cuffs and dildo on the table, then he made me take out and show him everything I possessed in my cardboard box. Towards the bottom was a dress which my estranged wife had missed and left behind when she had left me. I'd never think of wearing it, but just kept it as a loving memory of her. To my horror he asked me where I'd got it, I nervously explained, I'd never really spoken of her to him before. When I'd finished telling him about her he told me to hold it up for him to see. "I expect it looked pretty on your wife girl, put it on, let's see if it looks pretty on you too." I was trembling, aghast at his order, I couldn't do that, wouldn't do that, it was hers and there were memories of her wearing it in my mind that I didn't want to ruin. "Pleease no, please don't make me, it, it's hers, please," I whispered. "PUT IT ON." The Capitol letters said it all. Quivering, knowing the futility of trying to persuade him not to make me, I slid it over my head and wriggled it down over my body, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as I did so. It was a light clingy material and it clung to my body as it had clung to hers, making we wriggle in a gasping emotional confusion. "Good, it suits you girl and you obviously love wearing it don't you?" I couldn't speak, my head buzzing in those mixed emotions, my face burning hotly as I stood there. "DON'T YOU GIRL?" I nodded in an obedient reaction, a whimpered "yes" escaping my lips. "Yes of course you do, it's lovely wearing your wife's clothing for a man isn't it?" I didn't answer I just carried on wriggling in horrible humiliation, wondering what my wife would say if she was to see me. "Now, haven't you got work to do girl? You'd better sign in and get going before they give you the sack and then we'd have to find you another job altogether, wouldn't we?" I sat down at the table again, my fingers trembling as I logged into my work email and the database that I was working on. I checked through my work emails first, as I always did. At the top of the list of new emails there was an email from him to my works account, I froze when I saw it. Fearfully I opened it, in trepidation, there were some of the pictures of me, then I read the text at the bottom in growing terror. "Be a good girl or I'll forward this to all your contacts Leanne." It took me ages to calm myself and to settle myself sufficiently to do any work. I was way behind schedule and falling further behind each minute, my mind too full of his threats to concentrate and my body too sensitised by the clothes and the chastity to try and think straight. What should have taken me an hour, took all morning and at twelve thirty the dreaded chat box popped up in front of me again. There was a line of instructions, stop for lunch, make the horrible gloopy thick shake again, take it back to my desk and drink it whilst looking into the camera and chatting to him. I sucked it all down quicker than I expected, I was so hungry, perhaps I didn't notice the awful taste or the disgusting consistency, either that or I was crazily getting used to it. "Good girl, you are learning, now fetch a mirror and put on some eye makeup, I've sent you a tutorial video, watch it and practice putting on the makeup." Was this horrible treatment never going to end, but then I optimistically remembered, he had said if I did as I was told he would release me. I just had to grin and bear it and play along with his painfully humiliating games until I was freed. He had me practice doing the eye makeup for three quarters of an hour until he was satisfied. "Good, now put on your lipstick girl, then get back to work." I looked like an effeminate crossdresser and once again I struggled to get my head back into my work. Whilst in the back of my mind there was fear, real fear. Fear as I hoped and prayed that my boss wouldn't choose today for his regular video call to me! It was only the middle of the afternoon when a different window popped up on my screen almost giving me heart failure. It took me several minutes to steady myself and to read what it said, it was a message via the evil blog he'd set up. "Good afternoon Leanne, I was sent a link to your blog which I find very agreeable. I especially like the sissy schoolgirl pictures that your kind and generous teacher took for you. However whilst the clothes you were wearing, were very likeable they were not a school uniform, hence you were out of school on a school trip. You know that on any school activities you must never be out of school uniform and you should normally be punished for that! To make up for it in some ways, you were wearing a pair of very pretty pink knickers and it pleased me to see you show them off for your teacher. From your pictures I could see that you obviously enjoy nature studies and I could see that you were having fun on your nature walk in the woods. Perhaps I may discuss this with your teacher and consider joining you on a future walk. It seems that you are not far away from me and hence I would like you to come to my schoolroom for some additional curriculum work, especially on your attitude, dress code and writing. You must understand that I would expect you to be a good girl when attending my school. It goes without saying that you will behave and do as you are told in class. If you weren't a good and obedient girl, then I have to tell you that you would get detention. In addition, I will make you aware that naughty and disobedient girls, in my school, do get spanked also. I would like you to write back to me by return, requesting to attend my school and stating that you have read and understood my expectations as I have stated above. It seems that all your emails are copied in to your teacher, give him my best regards and I look forward to his comments on your reply too. Headmaster." I looked at the email in shock, oh my god, who was this person, what sort of pervert had Graham landed me with. I couldn't believe what he was saying and I couldn't believe that he seemed to know that I lived close to him. I was completely horrified by the whole thing, so much so, I just sat there quivering, my head buzzing so much I thought that it would explode. I had been sitting there like that for almost ten minutes when that the dreaded chat box opened on my screen. "You've received an email girl, why haven't you replied to it?" "Please, please, I, I can't, I, I cant," I sobbed. "Stand up girl and strip, NOW, or do I email your contact list?" I looked beseechingly into the camera, begging him before I finally struggled to my feet and I was actually whimpering as I undressed before his all seeing camera, my entire body reflecting my humiliation. He cajoled me fiercely as I did, until I was finally completely naked, trembling and tearful. "Now put on your school uniform girl with your pink knickers. Quick about it put on your school uniform. NOW............ALL OF IT......GET A MOVE ON GIRL!" I dressed in a blackmailed, emotional hell. In a mere few minutes, with those terribly sissy clothes and his awful threats, he reduced me once again to a submissive wreck and insanely he'd made my stupid poor locked penis buzz desperately. "Now girl, you will reply nicely to the headmaster, you will thank him for writing to you, thank him for his comments and suggestions on your blog and thank him for inviting you to his schoolroom. You will ask him if you could please attend his classes and that you understand and agree to his terms and conditions as advised by your teacher. I will be adding a picture of you in your school uniform today for his consideration. Now hurry up girl, I am waiting, don't make me more angry." It took me four attempts before he was satisfied with my reply "Dear Headmaster Sir, Thank you so much for writin to me Sir. An I'm so so happy you like my blog, my teacher don it for me. I got a new school uniform too that my teacher give me special an I'm wearin it for you now Sir, teacher said he's sendin you my picher for you to see. I was so excited you said I could com to yor school Sir, thank you, thank you, I really really wanna com. Can I please com an go to yor classes Sir, please? I unerstan about havin to be a good girl an I promise I'll try my best to be good for you Sir, an my teacher explaned an I unerstan if I'm not good I'll get detenshun an wood be spanked Sir. I do like nature like you said Sir an it would be so excitin if you wos able to com with me an teacher too. We saw lots of pretty birds, I got homework to do bout them Sir, an we met a lovely doggy too, he wanned to play wiv me, I hope we sees him again. I'll ask my teacher nicely if you can com wiv us, if you want me to Sir. Yours faithfully Leanne" By the time I'd finished, it seemed to have taken hours, I hadn't done any of my work and I was exhausted and crazily thinking like a little girl. "Let's log off from your work little girl and check if you've got any other messages from your nice friends." "No, I, I've, got to finish my, my work," I whimpered imploring him. "Or shall I send that email around to all your works contacts before I log you off little girl." "No, no oh please god no, please, don't." I watched the screen in a daze, wringing my hands in my lap, my heart in my mouth, a voice screaming inside my head. The pointer slowly travelled across the screen to the corner of the database window and with three clicks logged me out. The database closed and the pointer travelled on down to my work email icon and clicked again opening outlook. I let out a little scream as the draft sub directory opened, followed by the terrifying killer email. In sudden reaction I grabbed my mouse, intent on preventing him, but to my complete horror it didn't have any effect on the screen as I waggled it madly about on the table. Text began to appear just above the attachments, I thought I was going to die reading the words as they appeared. "To all my friends and colleagues, As you know my wife has recently left me, that trauma has made me decide to be true to myself and honest to you all. The reason for our split was that my wife discovered that I am a crossdresser and a gay sissy. Because of this I have decided that I must now come out of the closet. My boyfriend Graham, whom I love dearly and would do anything for, is being hugely supportive and helping me to adjust to this full time change in my life. I apologise for any difficulties this may cause for my colleagues and of course do whatever you think fit with my future employment. Sincere regards Leanne, previously Richie. " "There, now it's all ready little girl, I'm minimising this email and if I have anymore nonsense with you it is already for us to send it, isn't it?" I was quivering throughout my body, I thought I'd faint, but instead I found myself nodding my buzzing head. "That's better girl, from now on I will tell you when you can work and when you can't. Now you're going to look at and reply to the chat messages that have been left for you today, they are far more important to you than that work." He opened up a chat screen and I could see that there were messages from four different people. Each had a nickname and thumbnail picture, the top one said Grandpa, the man in the picture did look old. The next said Rocky and there was a picture of a dog, I recognised it and I could feel myself trembling as I realised. The third said Roger and was a picture of a coloured man and the fourth said Headmaster and showed a desk. "Now you'd better be a good little girl and be very nice to your friends or we might have to send our email won't we little girl? Remember I will be watching every word you say." Quivering, my hands trembling, I tried the mouse again, I seemed to be able to move it now but try as I did, it only around the chat screen and no further. Reluctantly I moved the pointer to Grandpa and clicked on it. A small chat box opened, there was a line of text in it. "Hello little girl, I like your blog, I wonder if you would like to be a good little girl for me?" I was so aware he was watching my reply, I knew I'd have to make it good, I couldn't risk him sending that email to all my work colleagues and I was so sure that he would if I displeased him in any way. "Hello Grampa, yes I'd really like to be a good little girl for you." I hoped that it was an old message and he'd gone, but to my dismay a reply came quite quickly. "Will you come to Grandpa and sit on my knee little girl?" I swallowed, this was wrong,I felt very nervous and really didn't want to chat with this pervert, but my stupid penis was buzzing in its prison again, confusing my thoughts. "Yes Grampa." I tried to keep it short, hoping he'd lose interest. "What are you wearing little girl?" Graham's chat box flickered. "Tell him." I felt very uncomfortable, but I knew I had to do it, so with trembling fingers I typed, "My school uniform Grampa." In Graham's screen the words "DESCRIBE IT TO HIM" came up in capitols. I felt my face burning red and then wriggling a bit more I reluctantly did as he said, describing each item, down to my pink satin knickers. "Hmmm, what a pretty baby and have you been a good little girl today?" "Yes Grampa," I answered quickly and short before Graham could say otherwise. "I don't think you have little girl, I think you should come and sit on Grandpa's knee and tell him exactly what you've been doing. Don't you baby?" Graham's chat box flickered again. "Agree with him little girl." Reluctantly I replied again, "Y yes Grampa." "Grandpa would have to spank you, then change you into your nightie put you in a nappy then put you to bed in your cot, wouldn't he baby?" I was typing "No, no way, you pervert", when a line of text appeared in the chat with Grandpa and I suddenly realised that my keyboard was doing nothing again. It was him doing the chatting! "Good afternoon Grandpa, I'm sorry to intrude, but I am little Leanne's teacher." "Good afternoon, it's no intrusion, in fact thank you for sending me the link to her blog and I'm very pleased to speak to you once again." "Little Leanne was highly excited by your last message, so excited she couldn't type, in fact she would have been rubbing herself madly if I didn't have her in chastity!" I couldn't believe my eyes and I was actually saying out loud, no, no it's a lie. "I am really delighted to hear that, I had hoped, when we talked and You sent me her schoolgirl blog, but I wasn't sure if she'd really be a submissive baby girl for me." "She is utterly submissive Grandpa and she has long yearned to be treated as a baby girl. I of course can only teach her so much, just a general education, but specialisms require specialist teachers, if you take my meaning." I was almost screaming in frustrated humiliation at such blatant lies. Graham's chat window was flashing in capitols. "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD OR THE EMAIL GETS SENT NOW!" It was followed by. "Now tell him you can't wait for him to make you his baby, then Go to the kitchen and make your supper, a salad with one of those big thick German sausages, then bring it back here to suck on it as I'm talking to your Grandpa.." Quivering in burning humiliation I reluctantly did as I was told, the keyboard once again functioning. "I can't wait for you to make me into your baby Grampa." Then they carried on with their conversation as if I wasn't there. "This is all quite wonderful news, almost more than I hoped for, I believe from our previous contact, that we are in a similar vicinity too, do you think that an arrangement is possible?" "Yes she is not far from you, I am slowly adding local contacts to her blog, but I wanted to start with those I suspected could help develop her in different ways and yes we can come to an arrangement Grandpa." I reluctantly headed out to the kitchen, my whole body quivering with that frustrated humiliation. I'd stupidly allowed myself to be befriended by this man, falling into his trap. Now I was unable to stop him controlling and blackmailing me. He was pushing me into things I'd foolishly written about as pure fantasy, now I couldn't see a way out and I felt imprisoned in my own home. To try to clear my head I opened the back door and went into the garden as the bratwurst was heating in the saucepan. It felt scary and nerve wracking being out there in the open air dressed like this, there was a gentle breeze lifting my skirt, teasing me. The teasing was making me feel sexy and suddenly I felt a desperate desire to rub myself.mi felt desperate to feel my fingers over my penis bringing myself to the climax that I'd been yearning for more and more. My hands slid over the plastic prison, touching my testicles and between my legs in my desperation to find ease whilst only making myself feel even more aroused and frustratedly sexy. I was loosing all control I knew I was and by the time I brought my food back into the dining room I would have done anything. Anything for him to take the damnable thing off me, so that I could get that wonderful release that I now craved. I sat nervously obediently sucking the big fat German sausage as I read through the text that had been written since I'd been gone. "Yes I want her of course, so what arrangements would you be looking for?" "I would happily let you have her over the weekends, but I have certain stipulations. First she is, for the time being at least, my property. When you have her you will have complete control, but she must always come back to me unharmed. Secondly though I do expect her to be returned in good health and not physically damaged, I expect and understand mental change, that is inevitable, any physical change however, must be discussed and agreed with me first. Thirdly all clothing and equipment will be provided by you at your cost. Fourthly, I want to install at your expense, web cams throughout her 'play' and sleeping areas and I will retain all rights to any videos or pictures taken by them. Your face will of course be hidden at all times, unless you state otherwise. Fifthly, whilst the web feed will cover many of my costs I shall also need a small remuneration too, this is to cover my expenses. You will be a part of her education, therefore I suggest a reduced fee of ?50 per day if you think that is satisfactory. Lastly any monies you gain from her use I require 20% of her earnings. How does that all sound to you Grandpa?" I thought my head would explode, it was like reading some horror story, he couldn't do this to me, he was prostituting me out...part of me wanted to scream, but part of me was quivering insanely in an uncontrolled terrifying humiliation. "Hmmm, if you would agree to share the videos or pictures for me to use on my own network then I will agree to all your suggestions." "That's understandable Grandpa and I agree to that." "Excellent, then how soon can we start?" "I'll install the system this week and if you're happy with that then you can have her this weekend Grandpa." My heart was pounding in my chest as I continued reading the text, I can hardly describe the emotions that I was feeling, the horror, humiliation, frustration and yet my stupid stupid imprisoned penis seemed to be tingling worse than ever. "What are you doing little girl?" His chat box was suddenly centre screen. My reaction was to immediately blurt out the truth. "Reading the chat Sir," I stupidly replied. "Well stop it, it isn't any of your business. I have sent you a link to a website about the pretty Mallard Ducks I showed you and in particular their mating habits, read it very carefully then put it all in your own words little girl. I want an essay about it by tonight, a little girl essay. Now get on with it." Essay! Homework! It all sounded too much like school time. It felt as if I was regressing, but it was all twisted and I was having to think as a girl too. I found the link in a new email from him and clicked on it. It brought open a strange web page, written almost as a story detailing the lifestyle and mating habits of these water fowl. I began to read it and was soon drawn in by the writer, reading more and more, disgusted yet enthralled by the shock and horror of these innocuous looking bruts. To start it seems that as opposed to normal land birds, ducks have penises! And by penises I mean big penises, long cocks! It's to do with having sex on water evidently, but the piece went on with the detail. Male Mallards are evidently a belligerent crowd, they often go round together in a gang, acting like a rowdy bunch of ruffians. When they come across a female in season, then they all want to mate her, all at the same time! All climbing on top of her trying to fuck her, to the extent that the poor female is almost drowned and in some circumstances actually drowned. Worse still, there is no family value amongst Mallards and a previous male offspring could well be in the belligerent attacking group of males, keen to have his own mother! The piece was well written and went into great detail and stupidly, for no apparent reason, my idiot locked penis buzzed and throbbed more and more as I read it. I am not sure how long I had been reading it for, or how many times I read over the ghastly bits, but eventually the chat box popped up in front of me once again. "I can see you are enjoying that little girl, you are loving reading about those naughty males aren't you?" I gasped, the blush red to the roots of my hair. "Now little girl, you have to write it all for me. Tell me all about those lovely bad male duckies, in your own words little girl!" It took me two harrowing hours to write the piece for him, struggling to couple the horrible actions of those male Mallards into a little girl's story. I tried and tried, until the gang of ducks seemed like a real gang of violent youths and the female a poor mother raped by them all, even her own son. All written in the most childish words in simple yet harrowing sentences. In reality it was a form of grooming, making me think like a little girl and filling my mind with terrible depravity whilst my poor penis in its cell throbbed and buzzed mercilessly. It was past eight o'clock when I finally finished. I was exhausted, battered mentally and emotionally. I couldn't think straight anymore. When he told me to fetch my nightie and a fresh pair of knickers, I blindly obeyed. Changing mindlessly in front of his camera before taking the night tablets for growing girls without a further thought, then heading gratefully off to escape to bed. Bed and a wonderful deep sleep, to be free from him, away from it all, drifting off, hiding in the darkness. The blackness closing around me like a comforting cloak, where I was free and couldn't be seen or found by him.