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Bookmark Backfire By Missy Satinpanties It was a story on Fictionmania that got me in trouble. BIG trouble! Okay, actually it was a whole bunch of stories, and a few videos, but that last story was the killer! I'll explain it to you. It seems as though I wasn't as clever as I thought I was, and my wife of 2 years was able to see my browsing history anytime she wanted. You see, when we met, she was THE computer and IT guru at the brokerage, and I was the Golden Boy. While most brokers are hard-driving, type A+++ types, I was a type B, or maybe C. Quiet, sort of shy, not physically imposing, you know the type. Well, after all the financial bubbles collapsed, people got gun shy about investing, and my quiet personality combined with a detailed knowledge of the market, and the ability to explain things in a way that regular folks could understand had always made me one of the top ten percent at the firm. Now, my 5'5", skinny frame was even more of an advantage, as I just wasn't scary to people used to high pressure closers. I made money hand over fist! When I met my wife, Karen, I had a new car, a new house, and over 2 million in the bank! I met her at the office Christmas party. I know, what a clich?! Actually, this was to be my last office party, as I was planning on retiring from full time, and going to work from home a day or two a week. God knows my means now far exceeded my needs! I was sort of off to the side, watching everyone, and she was just sort of beside me. About an inch taller than me, slender, hair sort of limp, and no bust to speak of. At least, that was my first impression. We started talking, and I found out that she had been working for over 36 hours straight, because of a Trojan Horse type virus that some doofus let into the system by opening an email attachment. Well, the virus, and the doofus were gone now, and she was relaxing a bit before heading home. One thing led to another, and I ended up giving her a ride home, and as we talked, I found myself warming up to this sort of mousy girl. By the time I got her home, we were laughing, and chatting as though we had known each other for years! Well, we started dating, and one thing led to another, and six months later, we were wed. Gone was the mousy look of that first meeting, though. Her long brunette hair was shining, along with her green eyes. What I had taken for tiny breasts at our first meeting was a sports bra and oversized shirt that she was wearing because she spilled coffee on herself. No 38DDs, but beautiful 34 C breasts that were just begging to be nuzzled. Anyway, a very tiny bit of back story, really condensed: I have always gotten a kick out of wearing women's lingerie. Started as a kid, stole from sisters, mother, friend's sisters and mothers, and generally loved the feel of soft silky satin and nylon. When I left college, I kept it up, sleeping in long nightgowns, wearing satin robes and marabou trimmed high heeled slippers around the house, and so on. BUT, only behind closed doors, and the weird thing was, it wasn't arousal or sex, but merely the feeling of being pretty in those soft sensuous garments. So, after I started dating Karen, all of my feminine things got stuck in a trunk in the attic, and sort of forgotten about. Until the wedding, that is. We went straight from the reception in the hotel ball room to the bridal suite. There, I began to undress my new wife, removing her exquisite wedding gown, down to her white bra, panties and garter belt, which all seemed to be made of the softest, slickest, shiniest, liquid satin. We made love for what seemed like hours, and then both fell asleep. Sometime later, I got up to go to the bathroom, and well... I took care of business, and as I was heading for the bed, I saw two things. Karen was fast asleep, and her dress and lingerie were strewn across the floor. I started to pick things up, and as I picked up that wonderful wedding gown to put it on a hanger, the only thing I could even think about was what it felt like to wear it! Checking again on my wife, I gathered up her dress, panties, slip, and bra, and went back to the bathroom. I was in a trance as I first sniffed her panties, then pulled them up my legs. Donning her bra, I noticed that it was tight, but felt so good on me. Finally, I summoned up the courage to step into that gown. I got it pulled up and settled on my shoulders, but as it was made for a slightly taller woman in heels, it was way too long for me to move in without damaging the dress. I just stood there, looking in the mirror, when it happened. Yep, I got caught! There I was, in her panties and bra, half slip and wedding gown, with a face as red as a fire hydrant. She, on the other hand, was wearing a beautiful white satin nightie, trimmed in baby blue ribbons that just barely covered the matching panties, with white, high heeled slippers. We just stood there, her looking down at me from the heels, and me looking down at the floor, for what felt like an hour, and then, without a word, she walked over to me, and pulled the zipper up in the back of the dress, and motioned me to the bedroom area. I hitched up the dress, and followed her back to the bed, where she sat down, and patted the place beside me. I sat down beside her, and we began to talk. I finally told her about all my early dressing up in lingerie, and how it made me feel "pretty." After about 2 hours of discussing my crossdressing, she stood up, and I thought she was going to tell me that we were through. What she said amazed me! "Alright, you cute little panty waist," she said with a grin, "you like to wear lingerie and dresses, so, you can wear them a few times a month, and we'll make a weekend of it!" I was shocked, but relieved! The day ended with us making love again, several times, with both of us wearing lingerie. We even had lunch and dinner delivered by room service! That was the beginning of our marriage, and I was happy as could be. Or at least, for now. We'd been married for about 6 months when she began to get a bit more aggressive when we played "dress up." She acquired a few new outfits for herself, including a black satin corset, and a whole bunch of stuff for me. But, other than the first few pairs of panties, these weren't what I expected. Panties in every pastel shade available, all trimmed with ribbon and lace, soon filled my drawers, along with sissy training bras that matched where possible. Several dresses that would have looked good on a 5 year old playing dress up were in my closet, all in satin with loads of lace and ribbons, along with a 2 rather expensive black satin maid's dresses. Several pairs of high heels, and two pair of little girl Mary Jane shoes (one pair in pink and one in black) were on the floor of the closet. The thing that sort of scared me was that the one thing all the dresses had in common was that there was a way to lock them on at the top of the zipper! Even the pink Mary Janes, and pair of white pumps with 5 inch heels had locks! What had started out as normal love making, with both of us in lingerie, and morphed into Karen taking charge, and me dressed as a submissive little sissy. Soon, the games stopped being a few times a month, and I was now dressing like a little sissy all the time around the house. I used Nair every week, and shaved all the rest of the areas daily. My toenails were always painted pink, and often my fingernails, too. My hair was allowed to grow to shoulder length, and she would often put it into pig tails with pink or white ribbons. New to me also, was the feeling I got wearing the clothes. I had started to just like wearing lingerie, now I was craving it! I wasn't allowed any sexual contact with my wife, unless I was wearing something satin and lacy. Nightgowns, chemises, crinolines, and more dresses crowded my closet. I owned at least a dozen pair of stockings, 5 garter belts, and several pair of nylon ankle socks with lacy tops, along with a couple pair of knee high nylon socks. Nothing I owned was without ribbon or lace trim! This went on for about 6 month or so, and then I was introduced to another indignity, a stainless steel chastity device! I was forced to wear this for weeks on end, with the only sex being me servicing my wife with my mouth. Not that I wasn't happy with going down on my beautiful wife! About a month later, she introduced light bondage, tying me to the bed, filling my butt with a small plug, and riding my face before she would remove the chastity device and ride my cock. I loved it! I was getting deeper and deeper into the whole scene! My wife really liked her IT Job, and continued it as a consultant. So, while my wife was at the office about three days a week, I would clean the house, and yes, still surf porn. That was the thing that got me in trouble. I had found sites that catered to men wearing diapers, and that sort of turned me on a bit. Sure enough, about a week later, another package was delivered to the house, and that night found me in a cloth diaper, and satin covered plastic panties, tied to the bed. I wondered how she knew, but found out a short while later. Well, now we come to the climax. I had found, and bookmarked, a story on Fictionmania called Gloryhole attachments, by strangefun. It was about a husband and wife locking themselves up in an adult bookstore, complete with ring gags, and letting the customers of a abuse their mouths. I don't know why, but the total degradation and loss of all control was a turn on for me. (please read the story, it's not for everyone, but...) So, it was now Saturday, and my dear wife told me that she had a wonderful idea. She showed me a pretty floral sundress, along with a padded bra and a pair of rather plain pink satin panties, and told me to get dressed and to put on some makeup. I was a bit confused, but complied. Grabbing her car keys, she almost shoved me into the garage, and told me to get in the car. I was frightened to death at the idea of leaving the house dressed like this. She told me that it was either get in the car, or she would post the hundreds of pictures she had of me all over the internet. I did as I was told! We went to a mall about 40 miles away, and coming in through a sort of side entrance, went straight to a nail salon. I was given my first manicure/pedicure, and darn near died of embarrassment. Then, when that was done, we went down the mall a few shops, to a Claire's where she had my ears pierced, and cute little gold teddy bear earring installed! Thankfully, it was back to the car, and back home from there. Anymore, and I would have run away! As it was, I started to cry on the way home, certain that everyone in the world knew I was guy getting prettied up! Back home, Karen ordered Chinese food to be delivered. Once we ate, I was told to quickly clean up the kitchen, as there was much to be done. When I was finished it was about 6:00. She left the room to make a phone call, and when she came back, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Okay, Amanda (her girl name for me)," she announced, "It's time to get you ready." When I asked her what I was getting ready for, she just grinned wider. Suddenly I had a sinking feeling that I wasn't going to like this. Upstairs, I was "treated" to two enemas, and told to shower and check my problems areas for hair. After I dried myself off, and used the lilac scented powder I was handed, I was told to put on my frilliest pink satin dress with the mini hoop skirt ("Susie" style from Leanne's Pretty Dresses, thank you). She then handed me a pair of short pink satin gloves that had a halo of lace around the cuff, and told me to put them on. Instead of panties, I was told to lay back, and she quickly rammed a lubed butt plug into my ass that was bigger than anything we had played with. Even with lube, it hurt like hell, and caused me to scream and whimper. Without missing a beat, she pinned a diaper on me, along with a pair of plain plastic panties, then pulled up a pair of oversized satin panties over the diaper and plastic, when had enough white lace to make a wedding gown! A pair of my short nylon ankle socks were next, and then she slipped the pink Mary Janes on my feet, adding the locks so they wouldn't be able to be removed. I was stood up, and told to stand with hands behind my back. Not knowing why, I did as I was told, and it was too late to do anything when she clipped the handcuffs around my wrists. Now, these weren't those fuzzy play cuffs, oh no, these were real, very real! I started to protest, and got about 3 words out when she shoved a long, thick rubber phallus gag into my mouth, and buckled it tight. Pushing me back onto the bed, she put cuffs on my ankles with a very short chain running between them. After being pulled back up, a very frilly pink satin baby bonnet was jammed on my head, and tied under my chin. Now I was more than scared, I was frightened to death! We had played dominate and submissive for a long time, but had never taken it to this level before! Without any way to fight it, I was half pulled and half carried down the stairs, into the garage, and out to the car. There I was placed in the back seat, the seat belt fastened, and Karen told me to have fun, and that she would be right back. About 20 minutes later by the dashboard clock, she re-appeared, and I was shocked! A long, black satin pencil skirt, and a high collared, frilly white satin blouse, combined with a pair of sky high black pumps made her look like a true domme! Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and the scarlet lipstick and smoky makeup made her look stern and sexy. What the hell was going on? I was about to find out. We drove for about two and a half hours, and finally got off the highway, and drove to a rather seedy part of town, where she pulled around the back of a rather non-descript building. Now I saw it was an adult book store, and there was about 35 cars parked there. Karen shut the car off, and took a black, lacy Venetian style mask out and placed it over her eyes, so that she now looked stern, sexy, and mysterious. Again, I was half dragged out of the car, and there in the parking lot, she put a pink leather collar around my neck and hooked a leash to it. Thusly, I was dragged, mincing due to the short hobble chain, into the store. She asked the man at the counter if everything was ready, and he answered that yes, it was, and he couldn't wait! As I was led to the back, many hands reached out and groped me, smacking my ass, pinching my thighs and cheeks, and grabbing at my nipples through the dress, and I was powerless to do anything about it. Once in the back I was led past the various booths, and into a room dominated by a huge TV screen, and a black vinyl sofa that was shoved against the back wall. What held my attention, though, was a plywood frame in the middle of the floor. It was simple, just a base that was about a foot off the floor, an upright piece that had a curious semi- circle cut out on the top, padded with black leather or vinyl, and a bit of bracing. The bottom piece was also padded with the same black material, and there was a strap arrangement secured there. I also noticed that the floor was concrete, and there was a drain just in front of this fixture. I was shoved onto to that simple but menacing piece of furniture, and forced to kneel on the lower portion. My darling wife then proceeded to strap my ankles to the base, and I knew I was in trouble for sure! My head was forced to the odd padded cut out, and when my chin was in contact, a short chain was attached to my collar, holding my head very firmly in place, and the leash was removed. Karen grabbed my cuffed wrists and pulled them upwards to the point that my shoulders began to hurt, and hooked something to them. I shook my arms, and heard a chain rattle. So there I was plugged, diapered, dressed in the sissiest of pink satin dresses, and pinned in place in the back room of an adult book store. Suddenly, the story I had bookmarked came back to me. Oh shit! I was getting the same treatment! At that moment, my baby bonnet was taken off, and the gag was pulled out of my mouth. Before I could even work my jaw around to ease the stiffness, a large ring gag was inserted behind my teeth, and the strap was buckled tightly behind my head, and then she produced a pink satin sleep mask, and slid it over my head, effectively blindfolding me. My frilly satin bonnet was put back on and tied again under my chin. As a final indignity, Karen pulled a plastic sandwich bag from her small purse, and extracted a pair of white satin panties. "I got these ready for you yesterday. I had to go to the bathroom, but dear me, I forgot to pull down my panties, and now they're all pissy!" With that, she shoved them into my mouth, completely cutting off all attempts at speech. "That will keep you quiet until your admirers arrive! Karen stood back to admire her work. "Well, Sweetheart," she almost purred, "is this close enough to your bookmarked fantasy? I know, I know, in the story, I would be bound there with you, but you see, I'm not into being humiliated and debased. And yes, instead of being dressed like a slut with fake tits, you're dressed like a simpering baby sissy. You must understand, my darling little sissy husband, that I've tailored this fantasy for you! I've used all the stories you've bookmarked, and all the videos you've added to your favorites. So, now you're bound on your knees, and your wrists are chained up over your back, and your head is pinned in place. In about five minutes, men are going to pour through that door, all anxious to fuck your cute little face. And should I decide to do so, your little diaper will come off, and that cute little ass of yours will be put up to the highest bidder to defile. Won't that be fun? It will be for me!" I tried to answer her, but all that came out were indistinct sounds around her panties. I was so scared I was shaking, but Karen came around beside me, and stuck her hand into my diaper. She then whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm going to be here all the time so nothing bad will happen, well, not too much anyway, and besides, you're hard as a rock, so it looks as though you're really getting off on this scene!" As a parting comment, she whispered very, very quietly in my ear, "The blindfold is not only to increase the humiliation and loss of control, it will make sure no one ever recognizes you!" With that, the dim lighting in the room went off, and a couple of spotlights came on, both pointing at me! I then heard the door unlock, and I could hear a man in the act of dropping his jeans. As he approached, Karen tugged the sodden panties out of my mouth, and using a sports bottle, shot a little water into my parched mouth. I managed to swallow a bit, but most ran out onto the floor to the drain. I really didn't know what to expect, as I had only had one of Karen's dildos in my mouth before, and really not too often, but the feeling of that first cock forcing its way into my mouth was not like anything I could have thought up! First of all, it had a very strong musky odor over a pungent pissy smell, and secondly, while it wasn't thick, it was long, and he shoved it all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag. In and out he fucked my poor mouth, finally pulling almost all the way out, and filling my mouth with his thick, salty cum. As he abused me, I noticed two things. I was actually crying, and my cock was straining against the chastity device. I loved the feeling of being used like this! For the next two hours, cock after cock was shoved into my poor mouth. Cum and drool dripped from my chin, my throat was sore, my shoulders, neck, and knees ached, and my cock never deflated! My face was covered in cum, there was cum in my nose, and I was actually in Nirvana! Anonymous men, fucking my face, using my little sissy mouth as their cum dump turned me on like nothing else ever had! Cocks; long, short, fat, huge, and every size and shape in between had filled my mouth one after the other. Some were clean, some smelled like week old sweat and piss. For some reason, those seemed to turn me on the most, as it was the most degrading! Many would grab my head, as though I could move it away from them, while others grabbed the wood frame I was pinned to. None took any pity on me when I would start to gag and retch, they only rammed their cocks in harder and faster! At least a dozen times, Karen wiped my nose with a tissue, telling me to blow, and that was the only interaction I had with my wife. Finally, Karen told me that the two hours she had contracted for were over, and as the manager came into the room, she breezily told him that I had agreed to finish the evening out, and the next 90 minutes would be free! I screamed, but what came out was half gargle, and half yelp, as my throat was so sore that a scream seemed impossible. As the manager was heading back out of the room, saying he had to take a piss before getting behind the counter again, I heard Karen's heels clicking across the floor, and the swishing of her satin skirt. She whispered something to him, causing him to chuckle, and the next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth, and he was pissing in my mouth! Much of the hot acrid liquid poured onto the floor, but quite a bit went down my throat, and my humiliation and degradation went off the scale, and almost caused me to pass out from the thrill! For the next 90 minutes, the line of customers slowed a bit, but almost every other one of them took the opportunity to piss in my mouth, on my face, or both. (later, Karen confessed that she had placed a "Urinal out of order, please use the sissy toilet in the back room" sign was on the bathroom door!) Finally, the store closed, and it was over. My face was covered with piss, cum, and drool. I had pissed my own diapers at least twice, and I could feel that my belly was full of the liquid loads from at least 40 men or more. The door to the room closed, and Karen came around behind me, and unlocked my ankles from the platform. Then, she helped to straighten out each leg to work out the kinks. Then, she pulled my satin panties and plastic panties to my knees, and then worked them down to my ankles, and removed them. My diaper was removed, and very, very painfully, that huge plug was pulled from my sore bottom. Then, I could feel her using the soothing baby wipes cleaning me up. Now, a pair of panties were pulled over my shoes, and were worked up to my knees. At this point, I thought I would be released, but she strapped my legs back onto the platform, and the pulled the panties up, and snuggled them into place. I could hear her taking several pictures, as she had been doing all evening, and then my bonnet was removed, and my sleep mask and ring gag were removed. Warning me to stay quiet, she used the baby wipes to clean my face, and gave me several drinks of water from the sports bottle. Telling me to pucker up, Karen re- applied my pink lipstick and added a heavy coat of lip gloss. She then took out her phone to show me a few pictures. The first several were men shoving their cocks into my defenseless mouth, one of a man standing back a bit and pissing, mostly into my open mouth, and several of ropes of cum hanging from my lips. The last one was the one that stood out, though. There I was, in my pink satin baby dress, bound in place, with a pair of uber lacy pink satin panties that had one major alteration. Right in the middle of the bum, was a huge, lace trimmed hole, centered on my back passage! I started to loudly protest, and without a word, those pissy panties were jammed back into my mouth. The door opened for the last time, and in walked the manager, except that this time, his 6 foot tall, well muscled body was naked except for a pair of rubber sandals. His cock was at least 10 inches long, and looked as thick as a fire hose! He came around behind me, and began to run his hands over my legs and back, and then around to the front to tweak my nipples through the satin of my dress. He smacked my ass, hard, a few times, making me jump, although not far due to my bonds, and squeal into my panty gag. Finally, Karen came around in front of me, with a black rubber glove on one hand, and showed me the bottle of lube. She coated her fingers, and began to work one, then two, and then three of her slender fingers up my ass. When I was lubed up, the manager came around in front of me and Karen, this time with no gloves, began to stroke and massage his massive cock, finally bending over and giving it a kiss before she coated it with the lube. As he moved behind me, I tried to beg Karen with my eyes to stop him, but she just giggled a bit, and stood back to watch. As his oversized cock came into contact with my hole, I tried to move out of the way, but the only think I could do was swing my ass side to side a little, and that wasn't going to stop anything! Holding my hips, he began to slide that monster into me, slowly pushing past my sphincter ring, causing me to scream and moan into the panties filling my mouth. I expected rivers of blood to be pouring out of my ass as it was ripped wide open! Deeper and deeper he pushed, and the more he did, the more I cried and screamed into my gag! Finally, he was all the way in, and I thought the worst was over. Then, he started to actually fuck me! Pulling almost all the way out, it felt as though I was being pulled inside out, and when he shoved it back inside of me, I thought I was having a baseball bat jammed up my ass! I was crying and screaming, begging for it all to stop, snot pouring from my nose and tears filling my eyes. But, the more I cried, it seemed the faster he went! He was getting off on my pain and humiliation! Soon, however, I found that I was actually trying to push back against his thrusts, wanting the weird mixture of pain and pleasure to go on forever! Every time he thrust, I felt a sort of warm glow in my cock, and a feeling just a tiny bit like I had to pee, with my cock head tingling in its steel cage. The feeling kept building with each thrust of that huge cock until I had the ultimate orgasm! It kept coming, wave after wave, washing over me with an intensity that few orgasms have ever had, and lasting far longer than any. I think my eyes just rolled back into my head as I rode that wave, not even noticing my ass being ravaged, or the pain in my knees, back, shoulders, and jaw. When I finally came back to earth, I could hear him grunting, and I somehow knew he was about to fill my ass with his seed. He rammed into me one last time, and I could feel his cock spasm as he filled me. Finally, I could feel him deflate, and his flaccid, but still huge cock, slipped out of my ass with a wet slurp, and then I could feel his cum running down, across my balls, and down my legs. Karen came over to me, and started stroking my cheek as she removed the now totally soaked panties from my mouth, and unhooked the collar from around my neck. The panties and the sleep mask (Soaked with piss and cum) were dropped into the trash. As I straightened my back for the first time in hours, I could hear the vertebrae crack and pop. My wrists were taken off the chain, and then the cuffs were removed. My shoulders felt like lead, and it took some time to be able to move them around. Meanwhile, my ankles were released from the platform and the hobble chains, and then Karen helped me to stand on rubber legs. Holding me, we walked around the room until I felt more or less normal. Reaching into her bag, she told me to lie down on the couch. When I did, she pulled the panties off of me, cleaned me up with a few wipes, and then slid a clean soft diaper under my butt, and pinned it tightly into place. A fresh pair of satin covered plastic panties were now slid up my legs, and she helped me back up. She pulled off the baby bonnet, which was covered with piss and cum, and stuffed it into a baggy, telling me that she hoped it would come clean. Handing me a disposable toothbrush and a travel tube of toothpaste, she told me to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth at least twice. I actually did it three times to get all the taste of cock, cum, and piss out. With that, it was out to the car for the ride home. I think I was asleep in minutes. Once home, Karen gave me another enema, and helped me into the shower. While I scrubbed the debauchery of the evening off my skin and out of my hair, she put my baby clothes into the washer to soak. She dried me off like I was a helpless child, and sat me on a stool as she used the blow drier on my hair. Then she had me lie back on the bed where she re-diapered me and slid a pair of plastic panties up and over my diaper. She put me in a baby blue satin nightie and another matching bonnet, popped my pacifier into my mouth, and tucked me into bed. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard her say that I had been a very good little sissy cumslut, and next time, she'll dress me as a French Maid, and we might even get more customers. My last thought as I passed out was, "Oh my, I can't wait!!"