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I awoke on the fourth morning and for the first time I managed to stop myself from being mesmerised by the all possessing nightie. For the first time I succeeded in keeping a clear head. Striving to remain focussed I jumped out of bed, stripped and showered. Roughly towelling myself dry, I dressed in my male clothes, something I hadn't done since the day of my fateful date, before heading downstairs to make my morning tea. Passing the dining room door, this time I pulled it shut without looking in and went directly to the kitchen. Once my tea was made I headed straight back upstairs to sit on my bed drinking it as I pondered and assessed my problems. The chastity device was one thing, it was sexually frustrating and was driving me insane, but in reality if I walked away from him, whilst it would be very awkward and embarrassing it wasn't life threatening. That thought made me relax a little, though I suddenly became aware that my nipples were starting to itch, I wanted to scratch them, but when I did they seemed to become more demanding and itch even more. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stop, trying to focus on my situation once again. As I did do, I felt my heartbeat rising, a fluttering growing in my chest, a tightening in my tummy. Not only had he taken compromising pictures of me, but he had created a blog on the web with those pictures and was using that blog to blackmail me and connect me to a series of perverted men. Worse still he had hacked my computer, had gained access to my works emails and right at this moment he had a draft email ready to be sent to all my work contacts. That email included some of those compromising photographs and a statement, reputedly from me, stating that I was a gay sissy with a boyfriend and that had caused my marriage separation. It also left a proposal for my employers to decide on my future with the company. What was I to do? I could possibly turn off and smash up my computer, report it as a break in to my employer and get a new computer. But what if he had all the details of those contacts, what if he didn't need my computer to send the email? Then what would happen? I was pretty sure he'd send the email, ruin my life and get me sacked from my job. Anyway if he didn't do that and I managed to get his control from my computer, I still couldn't do anything about the blog or the contacts he was making me make with these men. I began to feel distraught, a rising feeling of despair and fear building inside me. What could I do, what could I do? No matter which way I puzzled, I couldn't think of an escape, I couldn't find an answer and slowly as I struggled with my dilemma I found that awful feeling of submissiveness slowly growing within me again. I found myself keeping checking the time on my watch, I knew should be starting work, I really should be going down there and getting back on my computer. Eventually I couldn't put it off any longer and I made my nervous way back down to the dining room, the very thought of what was inside there, creating a blinding mixture of fear, submission and yet a foolish arousal too. When I opened the door, the screen was already on, signed in, part of my picture wearing that skirt by the car obliterated by the open chat window. "Where have you been girl, why aren't you here?" "I'm sorry sir." I grappled for an excuse. "I, I, overslept." A row of exclamation marks appeared then...... "What have you got on? Who the hell told you to wear them?" I felt myself blushing, trembling nervously, I felt like a schoolchild being caught out, memories of mummy's reprimands coming back to me. "It, it was the first thing I, umm found when I got up," I lied. "TAKE THEM OFF NOW. THAKE THEM OFF THIS INSTANT, HERE IN FRONT OF ME." I stripped out of my shirt and trousers, then, slowly, reluctantly I took off my underpants too, finally standing there naked, humiliated and vulnerable in front of his all-seeing lens. "Have you had a shower?" "Yes." I blurted the answer out before I had thought about it. "So you lied, you didn't just jump out of bed and dress, did you girl." I was quivering fearfully now, wondering what terrible thing he do to me for lying. "Get a scissors from the kitchen. QUICK ABOUT IT!" I rushed to get the scissors and returned, nervously showing it to the cam. "Now pick up your underpants and cut them apart between the legs." I looked aghast at the screen, surely not, not ruin them. "Please," I began. "DO IT." The blackmailing email came up on the screen, I gave a little shriek and quickly picked up my male underwear chopping it apart, leaving only the waistband. "NOW THE TROUSERS!" I almost choked, they were good trousers, I liked them and I didn't exactly have a cupboard full of trousers to replace them with. "Please no, please." I tried again. "DO IT." I see the mouse pointer move across towards the send button. Whimpering, my hand shaking badly, I picked up my trousers and cut them in two. I felt myself sob, the wetness of a tear cool on my cheek. "YOU WILL ALWAYS WEAR WHAT I TELL YOU GIRL." I nodded, sobbing a little more, it was out of fear and frustration as much as anything. I knew I was weak, a stupid sissy wimp, I should have told him to piss off, but I was terrified that he'd send that awful email. "Now, let's start again girl, put on a nice matching bra and panties, I'll let you choose from the ones you bought the other day." I grabbed the first I came to, in a pastel shaded floral colour, the panties clinging tightly to me as I put them on, outlining the shape of my chastity device. I put the bra on, back to front first, before turning it around and pulling the straps up over my shoulders, it was what I'd seen my wife do many times. The bra seemed to be fitting me almost too well, the sight sending a shiver down my spine as I straightened it with nervy fingers. "Good, now put in your denim skirt and the white sheer blouse that you showed me yesterday." I had bought the blouse in a foolish whim a year ago, I hadn't remembered showing him the day before, I'd been too wrapped up in the humiliation of my wife's dress. The blouse was white and indeed extremely sheer, the sort of thing a silly closet cross dresser would excitedly fantasise in as he pranced around in front of the mirror in the privacy of his bedroom. I put it on now, it did nothing to conceal the bra I was wearing, in fact it seemed to highlight it, making it absolutely obvious what I was wearing. My penis started to pulse in its prison, that foolish arousal beginning to gnaw into me once again. I shook myself. "Focus Richie, focus." The words were inside my head. I swiftly grabbed the denim skirt and quickly put it on, just to get the whole thing over with. "You bought hold up stockings, take a pair out of the package and put a pair of the tan ones on. Quick about it we haven't all day." The stockings were another dimension, if you've never worn them you would never understand the feeling that they give you and with my shaved legs that feeling was multiplied. The lace bands at the tops clinging tightly to my thighs as I pulled them into place. My caged little penis throbbing crazily as I did so. "Now the sandals." The open toes of the sandals showing my painted nails, gleaming through the sheer stockings, it made me quiver all over in an emotional confusion of self disgust mixed with submissive arousal. "Now take your vitamins girl." I reached over for them glad of the distraction, taking the large pills without a thought. "You have things to do this morning girl, you have three chats to reply to, so you'd better get on with it. I have things to do today too but I will be checking on your chats later so make sure you've done them properly. When I am away you will take a picture of yourself every hour and you will send it to me by watsapp so I can check up on you. If you miss any then I will send our email directly, do you understand?" There was a roaring in my ears, then I nodded with a whimpered, "Yes Sir." "Tell me that you love me girl." I half chocked on the words. "I love you Sir." A foolish tingling feeling going through my idiotic penis as I did so. "Yes of course you do, so follow my instructions as you get them, if you don't then you know the consequences!" With that he signed out leaving me feeling curiously nervous at being alone and yet unsure that he wasn't still watching my every move. I thought about it a second then decided that I'd best do what he'd instructed before I did my work, I couldn't risk him thinking I hadn't. I opened the first of the three chat requests that were left on the screen. It was from Rocky with the picture of the horrid dog we'd met on our walk. "Hi Leanne, I loved meeting you in the woods the other day and I want you to meet me again on your next walk." I took a deep breath, this was just awful, but I knew I had to make the chat look convincing, the thought of that threatened email always in my mind. "Hello Rocky, it was nice to meet you, but I'm afraid of doggies." I always think it is best to base things on the truth. I waited a second to see if there was a reply, it seemed not, but just as I was beginning to feel more relaxed and about to close the chat box, an answer came. "Hi Leanne, I really like you being afraid of me, you should be. I loved you stroking me and kneeling by me in the woods and want you like that again." I froze as I read the words, my stupid little trapped penis, with a mind of its own, buzzing stupidly. How could I answer that and not court disaster from Graham. "I, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to go to the woods again Rocky." I was trying to dodge out of it all. "Don't worry, My Master will tell your Master to come and visit me. I'm sure he'll put your collar and lead on you and bring you to see me." I shuddered as I read it, this was terrible, how could I escape this. "I, I'm afraid Rocky." I couldn't think of anything else to say, I was actually trembling. "You're going to be my bitch, you loved touching my cock didn't you?" "No Rocky, no." I felt in a panic, it was as if I really was chatting to the dog, it just didn't occur to me it was his master I was actually chatting to. "My Master's trained me to breed bitches like you, he'll tie you down so you can't get away from me, then our Masters will watch as I breed you." "No please no." I was beside myself, I couldn't go on with this. "Oh yea, I can't wait to fill your belly bitch. Now I've got to go, see you soon, woof woof!" I sat staring at the screen for ages, horrified with the way the chat had gone, until I finally closed the text box. I stared at the next name, Roger, could I go through this again, I felt like an emotional mess already. In the back of my mind the thought of the blackmail email began gnawing at me again. I took another nervous breath and clicked on the name. "Hey little white sissy, I got a big black snake that wants ya." I stared at the words again, what the hell was I supposed to say to that. "Hello Sir." I couldn't think of anything else to say and again I waited to see if he'd reply. That pause was like an eternity. "Bout time sissy, I ain't got much time to chat to ya now, I think ya needs a lesson in manners, ya need to show some respect to your black betters don't ya." "I, I'm very sorry Sir." Once more I couldn't face the confrontation "I likes little white sissies, you gonna dress up like a good little slut for me?" I was lost for an answer. "Yes Sir." I foolishly took what I thought was the easy way. "Good cunt, I can see we gonna have a lot of fun together. I'll message you again later, after work, you better answer me quicker next time bitch." With that the text box greyed out as he went offline. Phew, just one more and I'd be free to do my proper work, I clicked on headmaster. "I've sent you an email girl, I expect you to reply to it." Of course it was the email he'd sent the previous day and Graham had put me through hell until he'd been satisfied with my reply. I thought I should just say ok and then that was it. "Yes Sir, I did reply to your email." I waited for the count of twenty but there was nothing, so I closed the text box, now to try and catch up on my work. It seemed like I had hardly opened the database and begun to cross check some figures when a white notice popped up in the centre of my screen, it made me jump for a moment and I read it nervously. "Go into the hall and take a photograph in the mirror, then watsap it to me." Reluctantly I picked up my phone and headed into the hall where for a second I looked at myself, a sissy slut, in the mirror. I took the photo quickly to get it over with and carefully selected his name before sending it to him. I'd forgotten about my watsap and my profile picture, it seemed no one had noticed or commented anyway. A fierce buzz of embarrassment went through me as I thought about it and blushing bright red I half stumbled back into the dining room, trying to get my head straight to continue with my work. Gradually I managed to focus, to embed myself in the mathematical problems, that is until the reminder notice popped up into centre screen again, I couldn't believe an hour had passed, eleven o'clock already. It was the same message and again steeling myself for the humiliating task. I took the picture, hardly able to look at myself, sending it to him once more. The trouble was, each time I moved the clothing enticed arousal and each time I took the picture, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I saw myself, that humiliation injection once again. Now the period between settling back down to work and getting up to take the picture for him seemed to diminish. By the time I got my head straight and managed to concentrate on the figures, then I was thinking about the next reminder, aware, waiting for it. After the twelve o'clock picture my concentration was in bits, I found myself rubbing my legs together, my imprisoned penis buzzing and wet. The box popped up on the screen then, it was only quarter to one, earlier than expected, I was about to head out to take the next picture when I noticed the message was longer, I stopped a second and read it. "Make your lunch bottle then take a picture of you sucking it, as you start, half way through and finishing, send them to me and be on time!" I'd forgotten about the dreaded gloop, in the back of my mind perhaps I'd hoped he'd forgotten too, but it seemed not. I felt like dragging my heels, the thought of the thick semi translucent mixture turning my stomach, but he'd given me a bare amount of time to take the pictures. I hurriedly went through the preparation process until finally pouring it into my bottle. The crazy thing was, the preparation was suddenly making me feel hungry, I hadn't had breakfast and last night's supper had been meagre. Now my stomach was rumbling and insanely I was almost dribbling at the thought of even this most disgusting of foods. I headed out to the hallway with my camera and stood in front of the mirror once again, trying to balance phone and bottle as I took a deep breath then hesitantly, took my first suck. The picture went, but the bottle was back in my mouth almost straight away, I was so hungry and suddenly sucking greedily. The second and last pictures were sent all too quickly as I finished the gloop, panting and burping as I finished swallowing it all. I felt quite dizzy as I went back into the dining room, sitting again at my computer. In an attempt to take my mind of things, to settle myself and refocus on my work, I went into my works emails. The thought had occurred to me that I could delete the dreaded email that he'd prepared the day before. There were new work emails in my inbox, but amongst them was one from him. A chill ran through me as I saw it, a tightness in my tummy and yet that foolish buzz was going through my poor limp caged penis. I ignored my other emails and opened his, a dread going through me as I did so. "Good afternoon girl, I trust that you are behaving yourself, I needn't remind you of the consequences if you aren't. This afternoon you will receive a visitor, Mrs Hughes, your lovely friend from the store. She and I have been discussing her visit, which will become regular on her half days from work. She will be bringing the catalogues she mentioned, amongst other things, you will do exactly as she says and behave fully for her. She will be using your phone to take pictures and she will be sending them to me, she will then be reporting back to me. If she is dissatisfied in any way, then the email will be sent and your blogs become fully public. They, incidentally, now include links to all your stories, so any official enquiries will trace and cross refer to your computer and your domain and prove it is what you've written about. Don't bother looking for the emails to your colleagues, I have created a new folder in your works emails and I have password protected it. You will see an attachment to this email, you will be unable to open it, but show it to Mrs Hughes, she has the password to that and she will open it and print it out for herself. Mrs Hughes will be with you by 1.30 pm, redo your lipstick now, then when she knocks, answer the door as you are and welcome her in. I will talk to you later when I return home." I sat looking at the email a freezing fear going through me, he couldn't do this to me, he was killing me, the blackmail was tearing me apart. Now I couldn't even go to the police, they'd trace everything to me, see what I'd been writing about for years and only see me as a gay, sissy pervert. I was done, beaten, trapped, I had no idea how I could get out of it. With my head full of anguish and a shaking hand, I picked up the lipstick and carefully did my lips, my heart in my throat. Even though I was waiting for it, the ring of the front door bell made me jump in fear, I stood and walked through the hall to the front door, my humiliation growing by the second, even as I reached out in trembling reluctance to open it. I opened it a crack and peeped out, it was her, she was smirking. "Well, aren't you going to let me in sissy?" I cringed at her words and in burning embarrassment I nervously opened the door for her. She looked me up and down, smiling quite evilly. "Ooo, who's a slutty little sissy then?" I didn't speak, couldn't speak, she came up the steps, pushing passed me into the hall, she had a couple of plastic carrier bags with her and they brushed against me. "Where are we then?" Her voice was assertive and loud after the quiet of the house on the previous two days. "In here, Mrs Hughes," I mumbled, I didn't like her and I didn't like her aggressive forwardness. She marched into the dining room ahead of me, sitting down at my computer without ado. "Where's this email for me sissy?" I pointed it out to her and she opened the attachment, putting in a password to do so. Very matter of fact and efficiently she printed it out and had me fetch the copy to her from the printer. Closing the attachment again she sat quietly for a while as she read the page she'd printed off. "You are looking a pretty, slutty, little sissy today aren't you?" The smirk was on her face again as she looked at me. "I've brought the catalogues over for us to choose some pretty things from and your Master has given me a list to add to our order." She looked around a second. "This place is in a mess, you'll have to clean it up." I noticed her eyes move to the table and the gag, cuffs and dildo. Her smile widened evilly. "Strip sissy, do a nice striptease for me, let's see what you look like." I paused, palling, surely not. "You don't want me to tell your Master you've been a naughty girl do you?" It was more than a threat, I think she would have actually enjoyed doing it. Slowly, in abject embarrassment I removed my clothes, starting with my shoes, then skirt and blouse followed by bra, stockings then finally in burning humiliation, my panties, revealing that awful chastity. She watched me closely as I undressed, actually licking her thick lips as she did so, the final humiliation of my chastity eliciting a crude chortle from her. "Come here you fucking sissy." I nervously approached her. "Turn round you little whimp." Quivering all over I turned my back to her. "Hmmm, nice little ass eh. Hands behind you, bitch." She touched my bottom as she spoke. I jumped to her touch, my hands flicking behind me in nervous reaction. More by a protective response than obedience to her words. The cuffs were fastened in a professional speedy ease and there I was, before I even knew it, with my hands cuffed behind me. She spun me round then, her hands sliding over me as she did so. "Kneel sissy." Her lips curled back over her teeth as she spoke. I struggled to the floor and looked up at her. She stood, unzipped her trousers and pulled them and her white cotton pants down revealing a grey bushy groin. Kicking them off she sat back down again and spread her legs, dewy droplets clinging to her hairs as she opened her pungent moistness. "I've been waiting for this since I first saw you sissy. Come on give Mummy a nice kiss." Her voice was coarse with frightening arousal and I felt her hands behind my head pulling me inexorably between her thighs. She held me there in the choking heated moist darkness, making me kiss her in an almost never ending gagging hot wetness. It wasn't sexy, there was no arousal for me, I felt like heaving, but she held me clamped against her as she used my mouth, making me suck and lick her as I gasped for breath and she writhed with her thighs gripping around me. Her climax when it finally came was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'd sucked my wife many times and she would cum with a quivering mew of increased moistness, but Mrs Hughes was completely different. She roared clamping me to her, ejaculating great jets of her fluids, streaming over me and into me in an unstoppable pumping waterfall. She finally sat back sated, panting, her eyes gleaming in her conclusion. I still kneeled there at her feet, gasping, feeling used, bruised, wet and dirty. I was only brought to my senses at the sound of my phone camera as she took pictures of me. "Dirty little sissy, you'll make a lovely little lesbian lover." And she laughed. "Come on, let's find this wet room of yours, give you a proper clean up." Not bothering to dress and only pausing to grab one of her bags, she pulled me to my feet and dragged me naked and whimpering up the stairs to the bathroom. There she seemed to know exactly what to look for and in seconds my cuffed wrists were pulled up behind me, a piece of white nylon rope tied to the shower rail, holding me there vulnerable. She took her time then, putting on latex gloves before carefully taking out a jam jar, it contained a yellow viscous liquid, almost like light oil. She put it on the bathroom stool and unscrewed the lid, then took a paintbrush from her bag. Picking up the jar she turned to me, then dipping the paintbrush into the liquid she came closer. I squirmed away from her, back against the wall, the rope stopping me from escaping. Laughing a horrible evil gleeful sound she began to paint my naked body with the liquid. It was weird, tickling me at first, that is until the burning started, I squealed and begged then, writhing, wriggling and struggling, pulling at the rope as she continued like some crazed sex game. She even painted my poor blue testicles, and worked the liquid down beneath the evil chastity, over my penis, I was in agony. It wasn't until she had painted me entirely that she spoke, her voice light and matter of fact. "I used to run a beauty salon, this stuff was a new hair removal chemical, it is a mild acid that runs into the pores and it is designed to kill the hair follicles at the root. It was banned because some stupid bitch didn't follow the instructions and she had third degree burns. It had been very popular, I kept a supply under the counter, but the business wasn't paying so I shut up shop. You're lucky I've got plenty for you, yes of course it burns, it's meant to, but don't worry I know what I'm doing and you'll thank me because you'll never have to shave again." She said that chuckling as she panted my face with it too. I screamed then, falling almost in faint as I leaned sobbing against the tiles whilst she disappeared, leaving me there like that, desperate to get free, to try to rub it off. Mercifully she returned and washed the terrible burning evil smelling stuff off me after what seemed like an age and I thought thank god, but then to my complete horror, she reapplied it. "Just to make sure." She said with a vile chuckle as she did so. After the final wash it felt like she'd stripped a layer of my skin off, I was stinging all over and hypersensitive, it was as if you'd had bad sunburn all over your body. I suppose that I should have been grateful for the cream which she smothered me in afterwards and I suppose it did help to sooth things, but I still felt like hell and I hated the evil sadistic bitch. When she undid the rope I thought that was it, but she guided me still cuffed, to the stool which she'd placed in front of the basin. I watched her as I sat, silently nervous, struggling quietly in my bonds and wriggling in the discomfort of my stinging skin. Smiling lewdly, knowing I was watching her, she removed her tee shirt and her bra revealing her small tight breasts. Then reaching into her bag, she pulled out a see through plastic cape and put it on, her body erotically covered with the clinging clear plastic. It was all a reuse to tease me, creating sensations and confusion in my mind and in moments, she had my head bent over the basin as she washed my hair. The washing process was nothing like I'd experienced before, it was pleasant to start with, as she massaged the shampoo into my scalp, but then the discomfort and cramp kicked in. She seemed to take for ever using various different bottles of strongly chemical smelling stuffs, working them into my hair. Weirdly she left the different mixtures on my head whilst she left the room, exploring my home unheeded. Returning she repeated the whole thing again, but this time to my horror she started fixing things in my hair and later, worse still, putting my hair in tight painful little rollers. She left again, my mind in overdrive, what was she doing to me, what was this all about? My body was numb now and coursed with cramp as I heard her rummaging in my bedroom, I tried to call, my voice a croak but there was no reply and nothing I could do about it. Later I worked out that she had had me sitting there in the bathroom, by that basin for over three hours, it was sheer agony, mental as well as physical until finally she dried my hair. She'd found my hair drier and dried it, working her way all over my head as she removed the horrible, painful curlers, a little brush in her hand teasing my hair as she did it. Her words were the first she'd spoken for hours and made me jump from the trans that I seemed to have fallen into. "Come on sissy, into the bedroom." She hauled me up by the arm as she spoke, half dragging me on weak legs, cramp and pins and needles making me totter as she guided me along. In the bedroom she plonked me unceremoniously on the bedside chair, standing back to look at me and smirking at her results. "One more thing and we can get you dressed sissy." I looked up at her nervously, just wanting to tell her to stop and let me go. She took something that looked like a silver pliers from her bag, to me it looked like a weapon of some horrible torture and as I looked an icy fear grew inside me. "No, no, OMG what are you going to do." I whimpered struggling with my cuffs as I croaked. She ignored me but continued as I writhed watching her open a plastic box which she had with the pliers. Taking out something gold and red from the box she fitted it into the pliers before approaching me. I had no idea what it was or what she was about to do. My begging and sobbing, greater now, were ignored. "What a sissy you are, even the littlest girls don't make such a fuss about having their ears pierced." She laughed as she spoke, grabbing my lobe and holding my head tight. I heard the crunch and the stinging pain as I screamed. "Noooooo." The mixture of immediate pain and the horror of having my ears pierced, by this plastic clad feminist sending me into a nightmare terror of this forced feminisation. The second ear wasn't such a shock, at least I knew what to expect even though I hated it, it was the last thing I'd ever want and even then I was wondering how I could remove them or at least hide them. She smiled, "They look lovely sissy, they suit you, there see." The hand mirror revealed my face, my cheeks pink and flushed, framed with tight blond ringlets from the extensions, my head covered with blond curls and on my ear lobes were little gold teddy bears with sparkling red eyes. I must have screamed, I thought I was going to faint, the room was going dark, but she shook me roughly by the shoulder, then proceeded to unfasten the cuffs. Finally, I sat there then, rubbing my wrists, my mind in a turmoil, I hated her, hated him, hated everything, but I felt so weak, powerless and inept that I just sat there, tears running down my cheeks. I was aware, however, that she was putting things on the bed beside me but I wasn't concentrating on anything only my terrible plight, until she spoke again, her voice loud and aggressive this time. "Pull yourself together sissy, now get up and get dressed and quick about it before I ring your friend." The unsaid threat was there and I got up reluctantly, my eyes roaming over the clothing she'd laid out on the bed. The realisation coming swiftly as I looked, she was dressing me up as a maid! She watched my every move, cajoling and directing me as I dressed. First the white satin silk panties that clung to my every curve, then the matching bra, again frighteningly full as it cupped my weirdly shaping chest. The suspender belt created another dimension, of course I'd put one on before when id played behind my wife's back, so I knew the feelings that it created. But the feel of the long suspenders slipping under my panties and dangling tickling my bare over sensitive legs were fuelling a horrifying sissy submissiveness within me. The black sheer stockings only enhanced that feeling and I could barely supress a humiliating whimper as I fixed the clips, the whole thing clinging and holding me like some erotic bondage. A white cool nylon camisole was next, tickling my body, followed by the net petticoat which stuck out almost horizontally. The dress, when I put it on, slithered down over me, its zip which I only managed to pull halfway up, tightening the lycra clinging black material around me, revealing my shape beneath it, the skirt cascading loosely over the net petticoat which held it out like a frou frou. "Here, turn around sissy." There seemed to be a gruff arousal in her tone. I turned my back to her, my head a mush of sensation and humiliation. She pulled the zipper on up to the back of my neck, the dress tightening further around me as she did so, making me wriggle and gasp. The collar was a shock, the pink inch wide satin covered leather band closed around my neck before I realised what was happening. I squeaked, trying to pull away from her, the collar snapping me out of my sissy reverie, but she pulled me back, almost chocking me. She took her time fastening the buckle, at least I presumed it was a buckle, behind my neck my neck, but even then, she still wasn't finished. There must have been a small ring at the back of the collar and with obvious practice and speed, using a little padlock, she fastened the dress zip to it, effectively locking me in it. I almost collapsed then, begging her to undo it, to release me, yet the buzz of submissiveness was coursing through my veins and that foolish idiotic throb of my poor limp entrapped penis was twisting my mind. The black heels were high, horribly high, the straps wrapped around my ankles, locked as you might have guessed with a further two horrible little padlocks. When she appeared satisfied with what she had done to me, she pushed me in front of her making my way in ankle twisting slowness, down the stairs. We walked, I tottered, past the dining room into the kitchen. There, in the centre of the floor, to my surprise, shock and absolute horror was a pile of my pants and socks, all cut up into ribbons. Every male piece of underwear I possessed was there, destroyed. "Clean up this mess sissy, put it all in a black dustbin bag and put it out in the bin with the rest of the rubbish. Then when you've done that make me a cup of tea, I'm hungry, so find some cake or biscuits and bring it to me in the dining room." I looked at her in horror, what had she done she was destroying my life, tears sprang into my eyes, they seemed to do that so easily the last day or so. "Quick about it, I've got things to do and I haven't much time, so stop your blubbering and do what you're told. NOW!" I jumped to it in a trembling distress, sobbing as I picked up all my ruined clothing and putting them in the dustbin bag as she told me. The journey outside to the bin at the side of the house was a terrifying experience in itself, every second I was looking around me, fearful of being seen. In my mind I looked like a sex doll, a sissy maid, I'd never live down being seen looking like that, the whole neighbourhood would think I was a depraved pervert. Eventually I brought her tea to her, she was now fully dressed and on the computer, my computer, typing adeptly huffing in apparent disgust at my slowness. "You can tidy up in here too now, the place is in a mess, clear that rubbish off the sideboard and lay out all your clothes there, neatly and tidily." I must admit the room looked as if a bomb had dropped, all the clothing lying around where I'd dropped them. I carefully cleared all the pictures and ornaments off the sideboard, placing them in the cupboard, then quietly picked up and folded all the female clothing, putting them in neat piles on the top. She continued as if engrossed with the computer, but as the sideboard was on the opposite side of the room I had no idea what she was doing. Eventually she finished and watched as I folded the last few things to her satisfaction. "I'm going now sissy, you can pick up my bags and open the front door for me." Nervously I picked up her bags, again stuffed with her things and made my way to the front door in sheer trepidation at being seen there. It was getting towards dusk and as I opened the door, the light from the hallway illuminated me as if I was on a stage, making me cringe back towards the shadows. She took her bags then, looking at me in a haughty assertiveness. "I'll see you again next week sissy, we'll have much more fun then, now say thank you and kiss me." I almost chocked on the words, my attempted peck on her cheek subsumed by her aggressive mouthy kiss. She turned going down the steps into the evening air, then she turned back, a little set of three keys in her hand. "I suppose you'd better have these sissy, or you'll end up sleeping as a maid too." She laughed a crude laugh and threw the keys to me, which I promptly dropped in my nervous attempt to grab them. "Your friend is expecting to see you in your nightie so you'd better hurry up." and with that she was gone. I swiftly closed and locked the front door, then rushed back into the dining room grappling with the keys. I won't bore you with the details but I am sure you can understand my growing despair as I tried over and over to unlock the padlock behind my neck. The only way I finally managed to find the correct key was to unlock the heels first, so it had to be the one that was left. Even then it took me ages to locate the padlock, the keyhole and undo it, blind, working behind my neck. The zip itself was another struggle as I wriggled and stretched until I managed to unzip it fully. The weird unexplainable thing though, was, as I undressed from the maids uniform I found myself hanging up or neatly folding and carefully putting each item so that it was tidy and uncrumpled. Naked, save for the collar, I felt for the buckle, struggling to find it. I went into the hallway to look in the mirror and I twisted it around my neck, but even though I found the ring, I couldn't seem to find the buckle or how she had fastened it. In the end I gave up, thinking I would have to try and cut it off if I couldn't manage to release it. The nightie as usual made me feel weak and crazily aroused, I was sliding down a spiral of submissive sissyness and somehow, though deep down I hated it, I couldn't seem make my brain fight against it. When I finally looked at the computer screen, the chat box was already open and there was text there. "Very nice, girl. I enjoyed watching your struggle and your little striptease I'm sure all your fans will love it too." I blushed in humiliated horror, kicking myself for playing into his trap once again. Yet I felt my poor foolish penis spasm seeing his words. "You look so pretty and such a pretty collar too, you must keep it on. I hope you thanked Mrs Hughes for all her hard work." I was near to tears again, yet I nodded. "Good girl, now would you like see me tomorrow, I'm sure you'd like me to remove that lovely frustrating thing, wouldn't you?" A ray of hope shone in my brain, perhaps at last I could be free. "Yes, yes, oh yes please." I gasped. "Tell me you love me." The submissiveness grew inside me and I felt my heartbeat increasing, I knew what he wanted even though it stuck in my throat saying it. "I, I Love you Sir." "Yes, I know you do and I will unlock you, but you know tomorrow I want us to go for a walk again first." I could feel my face burning as I read his words, my body reacting in a quivering fear. "Are you going to come for a walk with me girl?" "Noo, please." I gave a sob "Do you want me to unlock it?" "Ysss." I whimpered "Do you love me?" "Ys." I mumbled "Are you coming for a walk with me tomorrow?" I paused, not wanting to agree, hating the thought of it. "Ys." My voice sounded small as I said it. "Yes of course you are girl and I want you dressed in your nice new school uniform when I pick you up in the morning. Then when we get back I'll unlock you. Now take your vitamins and be a good girl and go to bed. After all you want to be nice and fresh for our walk tomorrow don't you." I took the vitamins without a thought, it was almost as if I was looking forward to them and mindlessly I couldn't wait to swallow them. Leaving my computer still on I headed up to bed then, again with no query to the time. The fear and hatred of what the next day would bring was dominating my mind and I thought that I'd never get to sleep. Curiously though I did, sleeping almost as soon as my head touched the pillow. I hope you have enjoyed this part of my story, but here I would like to ask a question of my friends and readers. On my walk the next day with Graham, who do you think we met up with? Was it the dog walker and his dog Rocky? Or was it the Headmaster? Or was it Grampa? Or the coloured gentleman? I would love to hold a vote for you tell me which you would prefer was next and I won't continue the story until I get a real idea of which you would prefer to be first.