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APPOLOGY: I had a talk with someone about endangered tiger skin rugs and when I came to write my previous story; One Mad Weekend, I had a blonde moment and wrote 'tiger' when I meant 'leopard'. On second thoughts I'm unfair to blondes, they're not as stupid as that. Kriz A LETTER FROM AN AUNT TO HER NIECE Dear Lindsey I've got your letter and I'm sorry it's taken so long to answer it but I wanted you to know exactly what I did and the reason in my mind at the time. I understand your worry now that your fianc? Allan has told you about his hobby. I know that you have heard some awful things about my marriage and I think the only way for you to judge the rights and wrongs of what happened is if you know the whole story. It's not pretty. I warn you now that I am going to pull no punches. It's about sex and sexual practices that you're probably too young to have experienced, but I've made no allowance for that, it's a cruel tough world and it's as well you read the story warts and all. I'll start at the beginning. Allen has been open with you but I had been married to Andrew for only three years when I noticed something was wrong. I was very proud of my fitness, I had three gym sessions a week and could match a lot of the men that went there for both strength and agility, something Andrew was lacking in. He did go swimming at least once a week, he used to be on the swimming team and was so keen he actually had all his body hair, except a little bit round his man bits, lasered off, even his face, although he kept his actual hair quite long. "I'm sorry I'm not a more manly man Leanne," he told me when we first dated "but I had my hair removed permanently without thinking what it would look like when I gave up competing." I didn't mind that he had the sort of voice that was often confused with a woman's, it was about halfway between the two in pitch. Likewise I didn't care that he was shorter than my five feet eight inches, but he was manly enough where it really mattered, I can't honestly say he lacked for anything important in that department, so it wasn't long before I scooped him up and we got married. Anyway, getting back to relevance, the first thing I was aware of wasn't lipstick on his collar, it was foundation make up. I couldn't think of any innocent scenario of how it got there. The next thing was when I wanted to refer back to something and I tracked on the computer through the 'history' tab. Well, I tried but it was turned off so I knew how to do it and turned it on. The following week, I had a look back and imagine my surprise when some very odd sites were listed as having been visited. I clicked on one called 'Fictionmania' and found the most strange stories. I knew of course that some people have a submissive streak in them, others dominant, but the men here were into a very specific form of submission, voluntarily or not they were feminised, usually by a partner. If my Andrew was into that I concluded that he in all probability had a stash of clothes somewhere in the house. I resolved to find it. I don't think that I was shocked that much to discover this about my husband. When I investigated more about what these men were like on a more serious sites he visited, they were generally described by their spouses as kind, gentle, considerate and loyal. All admiral qualities to make up for their 'quirk' and all I recognised in Andrew. After consideration I decided that although I was cross that he hadn't shared this with me, I could understand his embarrassment about it and resolved to help him get where he wanted. This coincided nicely with a change in both our work routines. I was employed by a company as a trouble shooter for their IT departments in several countries and they rented an office near our house that I used. Originally people were employed there doing other functions, but with a rationalising process, they centralised those jobs in a way the didn't make sense to just leave me. I suggested that they close the office and I worked from home. We had three bedrooms in our house and an extension that was once a snooker room, we'd used it as a large study downstairs where we kept our household records and computer. We simply moved everything out of there to our smallest bedroom and put my company's equipment in there. Now I didn't even have to get out of my pyjamas if I didn't want to and didn't have the commuting trek to and from work each day. A week later the old man who owned the company Andrew worked for decided to retire and close the business, he was made redundant. He was distraught to begin with, until I pointed out that I already earned more than him and with the last raise I was due, they took into account some money saving procedures and the cutting of the cost of my office, I was promoted and given an even bigger raise than I expected. It was pointed out that at my level in the company I was entitled to a secretary, I asked for and got a budget to pay one to work part time in that role. Anyway all this helped me to help him and gave me an excuse I could never have dreamed of. First of all I had trouble finding his dressing up clothes. I thought I had looked everywhere when I remembered the big chest he had in the garage in which he kept his tools. I opened it up and there I found - tools! Then I looked closer and noticed that they were all on a sort of shelf arrangement that could be lifted out and when I did so, eureka! He had three dresses, very nice, a shame they were a bit small for me, some lingerie sets including suspender belts, so now I knew why he liked me in stockings, he was wearing them vicariously through me. I noticed his bras were all 'D' cups but presumably he filled them out with whatever came to hand. There were three pairs of shoes, two with three inch heels and one pair with at least five inch that I noticed locked round the ankle. He also owned a panty girdle that was padded at the back and sides and a vicious looking corset that had steel reinforcement and laced up the back, both of these looked very uncomfortable to wear. Finally there was a very short skater skirt, an angora sweater and a small bag containing make up. Now I had all the information about him and proof that I wasn?t mistaken. The next step was to find out the best way to join in. I started by researching on the web. It wasn?t long before I discovered either businesses or individuals who did makeovers and several women who offered themselves as ?Doms?, prepared to make these men?s dreams come true. The net result was that I paid for a session with a Dom, Jane Kerslake, explaining my situation. She agreed to help so long as I paid for the odd session. I made an appointment and she asked about Andrew, what was he like, what was our relationship like and rather oddly, what was his collar size? When I arrived at the address given I was surprised to find that it was a good sized detached house in a very expensive neighbourhood. I parked in the drive and the door was opened by a very pretty girl in a rather tarty uniform. She showed me into a very nice living room where the woman I was meeting was effusive with her welcome. I accepted a coffee and we both sat there chatting while the maid poured it for us. Of course it won?t surprise you as much as it did me, when I asked if she was married Jane made the remark: ?Oh you?ve seen my husband, he used to be Frank but he?s Fiona now.? I was amazed at how passable he was. There wasn?t a question in my mind that he was a girl and told her so. ?I presume you would like this outcome for yourself and your husband?? Well up to that point I?d seen the stories of husbands being maids but I?d never imagined they could actually be made to happen. I thought of myself sitting back in an armchair reading a book and Andrew entering the room, curtseying and serving me a coffee with another curtsey the way Fiona had done. Or perhaps I was eating my evening meal with a maid in attendance, topping up my wine glass and serving or removing my plate without a word, then going off to clean up. Maybe I was in my bath, aromatic oils soothing my body and my maid gently washing my back, my front... I suddenly realised I was being spoken to. ?Leanne?? ?Oh sorry Jane, I was just lost in my imagination for a minute. Would it really be possible?? ?Of course. From what you?ve told me your husband already cross dresses, it would even be possible if he didn?t, but that takes longer.? ?How do you get control? Do you have whips and things?? I asked. ?I don?t think I could use something like that on my husband.? ?Oh I have a dungeon in my basement, a lot of clients expect it, but it?s not necessary to exert yourself like that often. Of course he will pretend to be reluctant to accept your dominance to start with, although he sounds more accommodating than many men, but you can exercise your will over him very simply indeed. Don?t forget that he wants to be dominated far, far more that he?s going to admit to you.? She picked up a box from the small table beside her and handed it over to me. When I opened it there was a collar inside, thick, deep and very decorative, it was made of metal, polished steel I think, and it was hinged one side with a catch on the other. In the centre of the box nestled something that looked like the remote key for my car mounted on a chain long enough to go round my neck. ?With this collar you will have complete control over your husband. You will see on the remote there is a dial marked one to ten which alters the strength, otherwise it?s similar to the shock collar used to control animals. A press of the button gives the wearer an electric shock which on strength one they won?t forget. Above five is quite disabling so use it with care otherwise you won?t get any work out of him, he?ll be too busy recovering.? ?How is it recharged?? I knew a little about electronic devices. ?It can?t be recharged unfortunately, but I?ve had one in use for six years and it hasn?t run down yet. I understand that it?s the sort of battery they use to power torpedoes and the users can?t usually ask for it back so they can recharge it.? She laughed. ?I was told that if you use it on setting six constantly, it would run for sixty hours and as you only use it for a few seconds at a time, you can tell it?s probably going to last for many years. Mind you it?s just as well as there is no key for it, it makes it very secure, to undo it requires the specialist use of a laser cutter, it can only be done by agents from the factory that made it.? When she told me how much it was going to cost me I blanched, but she indicated that I could just pay extra for each session, some with just me but others when I brought Andrew along, so then we went into costs. They were acceptable. With that she started to explain the first steps I should take with my husband and she gave me the names and addresses of businesses where I might buy what I needed. One store wasn?t very far away, and among the first things I had to do to exert my willpower was to buy things and have him try them on for size actually in the shop. ?You say that from Monday onwards you only have to work from home, and he won?t have to worry about his dress ever?? ?Yes that?s right, everything?s set up, I?ve had three days this week out of touch while all the equipment was moved and set up, it?s all ready to go now.? ?Let me make a phone call.? She picked up her phone and spoke to someone at length about Andrew and my intentions. Then with my agreeing our availability arranged an appointment for two days later, the Saturday. It was agreed that the woman would come to my home to perform what she did and for that purpose Jane gave me a tablet to give him first thing. She explained what the woman, Margaret Jones, would do and I could hardly contain my enthusiasm. All I had to do was to find a new name for him, after all my new secretary/maid could hardly be called Andrew. I wondered if he had a name for himself when he was dressed, but decided that my will should prevail anyway. I settled on Alice, after all he was going to be in Wonderland and on the way home I stopped at a local mall and bought a gold necklace that had the name Alice mounted on it. At the same time I bought a few pairs of earrings, including one pair that had little bells on it, that way I would hear him if he crept up on me. I also called in the adult shop that Jane had recommended, just to have an idea of their stock and I was looking at the male chastity devices when the woman who turned out to be the owner spoke to me. I told her my name and explained that I had been recommended to her by Jane Kerslake and she introduced herself. ?I?m delighted to meet you Leanne, I?m Louise Phillips and I own this place for my sins, is there anything I can interest you in now?? ?Well I was looking at these chastity things, what?s the difference between them?? ?The one in your hand is the most expensive because it has an electronic shock system.? ?Jane?s given me a shock collar, so I don?t need that, what about the others?? ?Oh, that?s good, she?ll be in for another one for her stock I expect. What about this one then, it has spikes on the inside so you have to swab his penis in an antiseptic before you fit it, but it?s very effective at stopping erections. Two of my customers reported that their husbands passed out with the pain until their bodies got accustomed to not reacting.? ?I?m not sure I don?t want him to get any erections, he?s rather good in that department so I?d be going without as well, but I do want to control him.? ?You?re very lucky then Leanne, so many of my ladies find their men rather lacking there. This is the deluxe one, chromed steel and self locking so it can?t be cut off like the ones with an external padlock and it will just make him uncomfortable. The degree rather depends on his size.? ?In that case, very uncomfortable.? I told her honestly, buying that model and laughing. ?Now I want to bring him in for fitting with a corset and maids? uniforms, are you open Sunday?? ?Yes, ten ?til four, you?ll be more than welcome.? ?In that case can I leave the chastity with you? I?d like him to be embarrassed while we?re here so having a stranger fit it on him would be good.? ?It will be a pleasure, we?ve got a ?fridge here, so I?ll make sure we have plenty of ice cubes, I?ll use those to embarrass him. This is the biggest size by the way, I?ll judge at the time if I can get a smaller one on him.? I looked around a while longer and made one more major purchase, an extremely realistic pair of ?D? cup boobs, complete with adhesive. We had a discussion about the style of corset I wanted for him, settling on one with more steel reinforcement than the others but not covering the bust, I wanted him to wear pretty bras. I showed her the French maid?s uniform that I wanted for him in black with white trim, but said I would like other colours as well. ?I?ll see you Sunday morning then.? I paid her for my purchases and felt as if I was floating on the way home. To say I couldn?t wait for Saturday would have been the understatement of the decade. I logged on with my office equipment the next day, Friday, and when Andrew came in to my office with cups of tea for us, I couldn?t help imagining him in a nice skirt suit as my secretary. Then later, as we got dinner ready I could just see my maid bustling around as he served up. It was lucky that he was not only able, but did most of the cooking for us anyway. Over dinner that evening he brought up the subject of his job search. ?Did you know that with my last promotion I?m now entitled to a secretary?? He acknowledged that I may have mentioned it. ?How about you taking the job?? ?I don?t even know what your secretary?s duties would be.? Then he laughed. ?Anyway could you imagine me sitting on your lap taking dictation?? I joined in the laughter, imagining just that. ?Well you can type a letter, all I?d need you to do would be to draft some e-mails and make sure all transactions were properly archived, I could show you in no time, after all I know exactly what you can do on a computer already. The job would only be part time, which would then allow you to look after the house, so we?d both have more leisure time and you?d also be earning.? I could see immediately that he realised the potential of the offer. ?What about your directors? Would they stand for employing your husband?? ?I?ve already put out feelers,? I?m afraid I fibbed a bit with this, you?ll see later, ?it would save them money because I?m only asking for you part time and they can see how it would make me happy. After all I?ve done recently I?m not modest enough not to say that they want me happy in my work. They?ve already given the go ahead, so long as you want to do it.? I told him the salary and it was ninety percent of what he was earning before and that was the clincher. He agreed. ?The only thing is we often get video calls and, it?s extremely unlikely, but just possible that I may need to travel to some of our offices and you would have to come with me, it could mean trips to Europe or even the States for us, you would have to be dressed suitably. You wouldn?t be able to turn up in your jeans and t-shirt, the way you did for your old job. Would that be OK?? ?Sure, that?s no problem, it would be great to see a bit of the world together.? ?There?s one thing that you are going to have to know. It?s a bit embarrassing for me, but I was employed originally under my maiden name of Leanne Charmasson and being half French and fluent in the language, when I got married they asked if I would continue to use that surname. Apparently it went down very well with our very parochial French clients and they saw it as an advantage, I couldn?t object at the time, but now it sounds as if I wasn?t committed to you, which you know isn?t the case. As it happens, I think it?s now is an advantage, as I wouldn?t have to explain to the clients that my secretary is my husband which you might be sensitive about, I?m certain I never told them your surname I?d only got as far as saying you weren?t French. You do understand, don?t you?? ?You said that it doesn?t happen often, these visits?? ?No, nearly every contact is on the telephone or a meeting in London.? ?I?m sure that it?s no problem, if you recall we even discussed getting married at all and only decided on it for our parents? sake, they were so looking forward to it.? ?In that case I?ll order you a desk and computer that we can put in my office for you to work in there.? After dinner I mailed our office equipment suppliers to get next day delivery. Friday was spent reorganising my desk so I had my back to the far wall of the room and my secretary?s to my right and nearer the door which we were both facing but any visitor would have to pass my secretary first. I?d downloaded various forms and had Andrew sign them all before I went out to run a few errands. I?m still not sure how I didn?t orgasm when doing some of the things I did. I had even photoshoped his ID photo to go with some of the paperwork. God was I devious. It makes me damp with the memory even now. Saturday morning arrived after about a decade for me. I was up early and took him breakfast in bed at ten to eight. Once he drank the coffee he was asleep again. Margaret Jones arrived promptly at eight and helped me get him to the en suite and backwards to the wash basin, ready to do his hair. She had something that clipped onto the basin an supported his head in place. She got to work on the first jobs that were dying and perming his hair. I did my bit by varnishing his toenails. She was still working on his hair when I was done, so she gave me the false nails to put on his fingers, explaining how I should roughen the surface first. They were self coloured, the same brilliant red as the polish she had given me for his toes and the glue she gave me she said would hold even if his real nails were pulled out. I winced at the thought. Once Margaret had the hair drier on him, she plucked his eyebrows almost into oblivion then wiped his face all aver with something she said would ensure that the make up went on smoothly. The she painted all over his face with a liquid that resembled the foundation make up that I used to make my skin look clear. This she told me she was setting by using a UV lamp to dry it off. After that she painted in what would be the normal procedure for me putting on make up. She told me that she was deliberately not making it dark so it would be suitable for him to wear during the day and he would have to enhance it for evening wear. She dried each stage with the lamp and then she asked me about lip colour. I told her to go ahead with the match to his nails, a bright red and she enhanced this with a coat of gloss varnish that made it shine. She finished by piercing his ears in two places each and I gave her two sets of plain gold studs to insert as keepers. She was done at that stage and asked if I needed anything else. I told her no, paid her and saw her out. When I returned to the bathroom I did the ceremonial, for me, fastening of the collar round his neck. Now he was mine. It was another thirty minutes before he started to stir and I helped him back into bed. I had a glass of water and an aspirin handy for when he woke and complained of a headache. He thanked me and swallowed the tablets with a swig before he noticed his fingers. ?What the hell?? ?You haven?t been completely open with me, have you Andrew?? I had rehearsed the lines so often and now I finally got to say them. ?What do you mean?? he asked, but I could tell he suspected he knew the answer. ?I found your clothes and I know what you?ve been looking at on line.? I spoke seriously, but smiled to rest him more at ease. ?What do you have to say for yourself?? ?I?m sorry, I should have told you.? Tears were forming in his eyes. I wanted him jolted but I hated to see the man I married too upset. ?I tried a couple of times but I do it so rarely that I didn?t think it was important enough to ruin our marriage.? Now a tear trickled down one cheek. ?Don?t cry my darling.? I pulled him to me, wrapping my arms round him for comfort. ?I?ve spent a great deal of time studying your needs and I?ve come up with the solution. Why do you think I wanted you to be my secretary? I want you to let go of all convention and just be who you are. You don?t want a sex change, right?? ?No of course I don?t, I love you as a man. Nothing I want changes that.? ?That?s exactly what I thought,? I told him, ?you are going to be the woman you want but stay as the man you are. I?ve arranged everything, your fairy Godmother has waved her wand.? ?What do you mean?? I could tell he was worried, then his attention went back to his fingernails. ?What has happened to my nails?? ?It?s not just your nails, take a look.? I held up the mirror to his face that I had placed by the bed for this moment. He looked stunned. ?Wow! How did you do this?? It was easily three or four minutes before I could get him to pay attention to what else I had to say. ?Not just that.? I handed him three documents. They were his change of name by deed pole, his social security card and driving licence which had his photoshoped photo on it, all in the name of Alice Wood. ?Your name officially is now Alice,? I told him. ?You are now Alice in Wonderland.? I expected an emotional response but when he burst into tears it caught me by surprise. ?What has happened to our marriage?? he sobbed. ?Nothing whatsoever,? I replied. ?If someone changes name it doesn?t effect their marital status silly.? I hugged him closer and kissed his ear. ?I love you more than ever if that?s possible, now get up and look in your wardrobe.? He did that only to discover that not a stitch of male clothing was in there, only the dresses that had been in his box. He asked me about the heavy necklace he had on but I deferred discussion by telling him that it was a surprise for later. ?Now get up and get dressed, Alice, we?ve got shopping to do.? I helped him up as he was still a bit dizzy and helped him into a pair of panties and then his corset. I tightened it as far as it would go, helped him step into the padded panty girdle, and three inch heeled blue shoes. I suggested that he wear a pair of my pantyhose as it would enable him to try shorter length skirts. He went to put on his bra when I stopped him. I glued his new breasts onto his chest, then helped him with his bra. I gave him his blue dress from his closet, did up the back zip and stood him in front of out full length mirror. I think we both nearly orgasmed at that point. I don?t think I?ve ever been turned on so much purely by something I was looking at before. I loaned him a purse in a close enough blue to his outfit and put his new ID?s in it along with some tissues and a tampon. He carried it at first as though it was going to explode. His breakfast had been ruined so we each had a little toast with coffee and then we headed for the shops. I make it sound easy but he took quite a bit of persuading to go out of the house dressed as he was, but by the time we had been walking among the other shoppers for five minutes, he visibly relaxed. Twenty minutes later he was my girlfriend and we were out shopping together without a care for anyone else.. ?Now Alice, do you agree a person should be dressed suitably for the job they are doing?? I asked him. ?As a matter of principle I suppose, yes.? ?Good, we agree.? I steered him over to a large women?s wear store just across the way. I took him to a rack of business skirt suits, picked out a pastel violet one in what I was pretty sure was his size and told him to go and try it on. ?Here?? he asked with panic in his voice. ?Yes here Alice, how else are you going to decide if you?re going to buy it or not?? I was worried for a while that his timidity was going to be the thing that gave him away, but he was good as gold and soon regained his fragile confidence. The suit was perfect for him, he was worried that perhaps the skirt was a bit tight and short, but I had deliberately chosen the shortest mini length available off the peg as it showed off his very good legs. The tightness was in the waist of each, in spite of his corset, but I pointed out that as he got a better shape through always wearing a corset, he would probably need them taking in. ?While you?re still a bit uncertain of yourself it?s not a bad idea to distract attention by displaying your pins with short skirts. They really are a feature of you that most women would be jealous of.? We went through the rack of mini lengths and selected five more in addition to the one he was wearing, varying in style and colours so he had a choice of something different every work day. Then we had a look at dresses that would be suitable for the office or informal occasions and bought three, again all minis. One of those, a pale blue with darker blue trim he kept on, it was more fashionable than the old one he was wearing. By this time Alice was like a kiddie in a sweet shop. ?You must have something really nice for an evening formal.? When I told him that his eyes lit up. We each bought an evening dress in the palest lime green, mine had a fairly full skirt, but I encouraged Alice to have the other very similar design but with a straight skirt to below the knees. I pointed out that dancing as a woman is a bit different from what he?s used to, so if he had a tight skirt it would give him an excuse. After that it was the shoe department, we got him shoes to match every dress and skirt he?d bought but on my insistence the minimum height was four inches, five inch heels to go with the evening dress and even a pair of fluffy four inch pink wedges to wear with a nightie and negligee set first thing in the morning or last thing at night. I pointed out that wearing high heels all the time, he would soon get used to them and they were the real essence of the female psyche. Anyway, talk of nighties had to be postponed as we hadn?t stopped for lunch so had tea and scones, then deposited our purchases so far, in the back of the car. Alice passed another milestone with flying colours then; we had to use the ladies? loos. He copied me and went to redo his lipstick, not finding a tube in his bag he asked me about it. There wasn?t anyone else using the facility at the time so I took the opportunity to tell him that all his make up was long lasting. ?How long will it last?? he asked. ?Well, it?s called permanent, but it will need touching up every five or six months.? He looked at me wide eyed. ?What about when I wear my proper clothes?? he asked. ?Don?t be silly Alice, we?re out buying your proper clothes and you need make up all the time you?re wearing them.? He started to say something but at that moment another woman walked in, so he kept quiet and we left. I had the feeling that her arrival saved me from getting cross with him. Things calmed down once we got to the lingerie and nightwear stores and the bigger ones? departments. He came out with a selection of bras, panties, etc., and five nightdresses, two pretty but fairly ordinary, two baby dolls with matching panties and one really gorgeous nightdress and negligee set, not dissimilar to the one I?d worn on our honeymoon. On the way back to the car we stopped off to get him a raincoat. ?I can?t think of anything else you need immediately, can you?? I asked. He couldn?t so we made our way home where he put away all his clothes in his closet and drawers. ?Do you really want me to wear women?s clothes all the time?? he asked me as we sat down for a well earned cup of tea. ?Don?t you want to?? I threw back. ?Well, to be honest with you I only ever did it about once a month, two weeks at the most. I did look at the stories a little more often, but it never occurred to me to want to wear them more often.? ?But now you?re my secretary it may fall on you to arrange or receive video calls so all the time you?re at work you will have to dress properly, the company does have a dress code after all. When you?ve finished that job at lunchtime you?ll have to go off and do the housework and prepare the evening meal and you said yourself that you should be appropriately dressed for doing that as well. Then at weekends we?ll want to go shopping and do other things so there?s no point in changing. I don?t see you?ll have much time for wearing your old clothes.? ?I would have liked the option.? He told me, rather sulkily I think. To be honest I was a little cross with his attitude after all the money I?d spent on him, but I didn?t say any more, I just sent him off to cook us a couple of steaks that I knew he?d got in the ?fridge. The atmosphere was a little cool until we got into bed. I had him put on one of his baby dolls, the pink one, told him not to bother with the panties and gave him a wink. I mounted him and we both had probably the best sex ever and with Andrew, that was saying something. I didn?t tell him that it would be at least a week before he had it again. He got us breakfast and I told him to put on another of his new dresses as we were going out shopping again. ?I thought we had bought everything I need yesterday?? ?For one job and for leisure, yes, at least for this week, but you forget your domestic duties. You can hardly go cleaning in a suit.? He conceded that point to me and we set off for Louise?s shop, getting there about half ten. She greeted me by name like a long lost friend, introducing me to her seamstress, Judy. I noticed Alice go a little red in the face as he realised what sort of shop it was but not nearly the shade he got to when Louise turned to him. ?So you?re her sissy are you? What?s your name girlie?? I nearly exploded with laughter. ?Err.. Alice.? ?Alice Ma?am to you.? ?Alice Ma?am.? ?That?s better, now you come this way.? Alice looked at me and I just shrugged. He wasn?t going to get my help, I was far too amused. She took him out the back and told him to strip off, which he did with surprising speed, leaving him standing there with just his panties and his breasts on his chest. I wandered over, noting that the door of the room was open and a couple of female customers, who had just been browsing, were taking rather unsubtle peeks at him. I walked in just as I heard him wince as she pushed a bag of frozen peas down into the crotch of the panties. She pulled a tube up his body, telling him that it was a corset liner, then wrapped the new corset round him and clipped together the fittings on the busk front. The loops of the laces that had to be pulled to tighten it, she threaded through a metal cleat, the sort of thing they use in boats or prusiking, it only lets the cord go one way unless the cleats are released. Then she demonstrated a winding machine, so that by operating a handle I could crank the cords more tightly than any other way. I was amazed when I saw his waist diameter shrink before my eyes. At one stage he said that he couldn?t stand it but got a swat on his bottom from Louise for his impudence. After that she must have tightened another inch off his measurement. As the cords were already locked off, all she had to do was to pass the excess round his waist until that was tied off in a loose knot. She called out a number to Judy, who had the uniform I had ordered already unpicked and on a sewing machine where she was able to start sewing almost immediately. ?Your Mistress will do this for you every two days.? Louise told him so that I could hear. ?Don?t try to get her to put it on any looser, your uniform won?t fit if you do and you?ll have to walk round in your undies.? She refitted his bra then took his panties off, I could hear the spectators outside and realised they thought he was always that small. His poor thing hadn?t liked the cold and I?d never seen it anything like as shrivelled up. She deftly put the three pieces of his chastity cage round it and it locked off behind his balls. There was no way that was coming off without him becoming a eunuch unless I used the key. ?Hmph...Louise grunted, it?s a bit big on you but I?m afraid they don?t make smaller than the super-mini.? He looked downcast, I had to turn away so he could see me laughing at the blatant lie she?d told. A pair of red rumba panties replaced the panties he arrived with and the ruffles all over them successfully hid the bulge of his chastity. She helped him into black seemed stockings, attaching them to the garters on the corset and reminding him to always get the seems straight, then locked a pair of black patent sandals with five inch heels onto his feet. Judy announced that his uniform was ready and when it was pulled up him and zipped up, the narrowness of his waist became obvious. It was exaggerated by the cut of the bodice and the way the skirt was held out horizontally by the white lace trimmed crinolines that were sewn into it. The little cap sleeves covered his bra straps and it wasn?t otherwise visible but it pushed up the little flab he had on his chest to give him an apparently small cleft between his breasts. While Louise pinned a tiny cap to his head, it matched the dress and with trailing black ribbons down his back, Judy tied a small, heart shaped apron round his waist then guided him in front of a full length mirror. For a moment the sight of himself was enough for him to smile and then frown. He held himself at crotch level and let out a noise something between a sigh and a squeak. We all realised that he had tried to harden inside the chastity and it didn?t work. It wasn?t that bad for him, I guessed that he was still a bit numb from the cold, but it did give him a taster of what was to come, definitely not cum. I don?t think it was lost on him that the skirt and froth underneath were so short that, let alone covering his stocking tops, the slightest movement showed the bright red of his panties. ?Alice, I want you to go outside and ask those two ladies if there is anything you can do for them.? Louise told him as a look of horror came over his face. ?When you do it you of course must curtsey. Run along.? Again he looked to me for support but I made myself busy choosing other colours for his uniforms. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he made his first attempt at a curtsey and the women laughed out loud at him. ?That?s not a very good curtsey, Alice.? Using his name made him realise they had seen and heard a lot more than he wanted. ?You do it like this.? The woman gave a deep demonstration curtsey, then they had him repeating it until they were satisfied. Then the woman finally answered his original question. ?I?m afraid dear, with a thingy that size you couldn?t do anything for anybody.? They both roared with laughter and took some things to the counter for the young girl, who had been busy in another part of the shop, to take the money. While that was going on, I placed an order for two more corsets and half a dozen liners, four more uniforms, with all the accessories for each. I asked for another black one and also one each; pink, red and lavender. Judy got busy altering the red one so that we had a spare to take with us. I asked if she could alter his other clothes and we came to an agreement on price. She told me that the other uniforms would be ready the next day so I said that I would send Alice to collect them and bring the other clothes for taking in. Of course he was learning to curtsey so he heard nothing of my arrangements for him. He also didn?t notice when I bought a double ended dildo, that would be another surprise for him later. While I was settling up and Louise was bagging my purchases, she picked up another, much bigger double dildo and put it in with the other things. ?I?ll think of you using that on him.? She smiled. ?It?s on the house.? I had her put the dress that he had worn to get there in the bag, telling her that he could wear the uniform home as it would save him changing. Then she said that there was one more thing and called Alice over. ?Alice dear, I want you to look at this.? She pulled a vicious looking riding crop out from under the counter. ?I?m not going to give this to your Mistress, I don?t think she would hit hard enough with it, but I?m going to warn you. If you don?t curtsey to her and call her mistress whenever you?re in one of those uniforms, I?ve told her that she only has to mention it to me and you won?t be able to sit down for a week. Understand?? ?Yes Ma?am.? ?She doesn?t have to ask me, she just mentions that you?ve not been as good as you can be and I?ll deal with it.? With that she made two slashing motions with the whip, each making a whistling noise through the air. He visibly shuddered. I handed him one bag and picked up the other myself. ?May I change before we go back...? He looked at Louise. ?Mistress?? ?No go as you are, it will save you changing,? I told him. ?You?ve had an order, curtsey to acknowledge it,? Louise told him and he promptly did. As we returned to the car he tried to hurry me, well aware of the almost indecent costume he was wearing and told me so in words to that effect. ?Don?t be silly Alice,? I told him. ?You?re wearing far more than say, a swimming costume, and that wouldn?t be indecent.? ?You know what I mean.? As he said it I stopped walking completely ?You know what I mean...who?? I reminded him. ?You know what I mean Mistress.? He obviously didn?t like saying it but he didn?t have a choice if he wanted me to start walking again, I did, but slower than before. When we eventually started on the drive home I talked to him. ?I think it?s a very good idea to separate your roles, Alice. When you are my secretary, a position of responsibility, you may call me Ms Charmasson, my maid will always call me Mistress and curtsey entering and leaving my presence and to acknowledge instructions and you will never speak unless given permission. Now tell me, and don?t lie because I will punish you if ever you lie to me, did you enjoy it back there in the shop? I deliberately set it up so that it was like so many of those stories you read.? ?May I answer this once as Andrew, your husband?? ?Yes, this once.? ?I didn?t and still don?t like the chastity and the pain the corset is causing me, and there were a few other things that I didn?t like, but I know that you have obviously studied what I do and read carefully and with love. The answer is; not everything, but some of it was heaven and I know you?re doing your best to make me happy...Mistress.? This was of course exactly what I was hoping to hear. I knew I couldn?t get everything right, but I was also aware that he certainly enjoyed more than he was saying, just so that he didn?t bruise his male ego too much. The question was, as I was enjoying it much more than I realised I would, how much further could I go? I had made an appointment next Saturday evening with Jane Kerslake, the dominatrix, she would probably be able to give me guidance when she met him. He was going with me this time. When we got home I told him that I didn?t think it appropriate that my secretary and certainly not my maid, slept in the same bedroom as me. I told him to move all his things into our second bedroom and while he was doing that, I secreted the toys away in mine for future use. It was my time of month due on Tuesday, so I?d already decided to keep him in chastity until at least I?d finished with that but I wasn?t going to tell him. He never kept track of my periods, so I saw no reason to say anything other than he had to earn any relief, I thought it worked out rather well. I had him cook the evening meal, normally on a Sunday we would have a roast, but I asked for three courses, plus cheese and biscuits, and that he should serve me at the dining room table and not eat his until I had finished and then only in the kitchen. I can?t remember where I got it from but I had a medium sized bell from years back and I told him that if I wanted him I?d ring. I decided to be a bit bitchy and see how far I could go. I went to the lounge and started to read the book that I had going, I?ve got a kindle but there?s nothing like a real book to hold. I rang first of all for him to get me a drink, tea as it was still quite early. When he came in I reminded him how he should address me, including the curtseys. ?You don?t want me to mention anything to Louise at the shop, do you Alice?? He didn?t and he remembered pretty well after that. The next time I rang him it was to pick up my bookmark I had dropped. He looked at me sideways, but didn?t say anything he shouldn?t. Then I called him to make me a gin and tonic. ?Don?t forget to serve it on one of those silver trays,? I called. Then I rang for him to turn my light on, it was too dull to read in the natural light. I know he was getting pretty fed up by that stage but I was enjoying myself. I sent him back with the gin because he hadn?t brought me any canap?s. Eventually he came to tell me that dinner was ready. ?Did I tell you that you could speak?? ?No Mistress, but...? ?No buts, if you want my attention you should just stand there with your hands clasped looking down at your toes. When I want you to speak I will invite you.? He did as he was told and after a minute I asked him what he wanted, only then did I acknowledge that I would go to the dining room. I hadn?t finished my drink so I told him to bring it to me. When I finally sat at the table and had the first course in front of me, I explained that I wouldn?t punish him tonight, but if he didn?t carry out his duties correctly in future and without being reminded, I would and that he wouldn?t like it. I knew his feet must be killing him, but I was having a ball. I was getting quite damp with the thought that he was mine, all mine to do with as I chose. It?s a wonderful sense of power you get when you have a person to do your bidding no matter what, I was getting a real blast and wondering how I could make it even better. He stood just behind and to my right as I ate the meal, I sent him off for wine, port and then I retired to the lounge again and had him serve me brandy. I knew he hadn?t eaten and rather than feel sympathetic towards him, I revelled in my power. I had just finished my brandy when I told him that I was going to bed and he should go up and turn my duvet back. As I followed him up the stairs I could see that he was having trouble walking, still in those heels, God, I couldn?t have done it. I had him undress me, watching him wince as he tried to get hard with no possibility so I did suggestive things all the more. By then I was feeling so randy I nearly took his chastity off, then I thought that something else would do tonight. In just my shortest nightie I had him go down between my legs and work me with his tongue. A couple of times I heard him groan with pain which pushed me over the edge both times. It wasn?t until I?d had my fourth orgasm that I told him that was enough for tonight and that he should now go to eat and clean the dining room and kitchen, then he could call it a night. He asked about unlocking his shoes, I told him they would save him time in the morning if he slept in them. I ordered breakfast in bed for seven thirty, just toast, orange juice and coffee, nothing elaborate, thank you. It wasn?t long before I was sleeping the sleep of the just. He arrived on the dot at half seven, I must say looking a bit tired but I didn?t enquire, I had problems of my own without asking about his. He stood with his hands clasped and head down an for a while I wondered if he was trying to go to sleep, then I remembered that he probably wanted to say something. ?What is it Alice?? I asked. ?If you please Mistress, I thought I was starting as your secretary today?? ?Tomorrow Alice, today I want you to take all your suits and dresses over to Louise?s shop for alterations, then bring back what she has ready. I think you are going to have to wait for a couple of items but otherwise come back here as soon as you can.? After I?d eaten I went with him into his room and unlocked his shoes so that he could change into the red uniform with the red shoes. He changed his cap and panties for another red pair but otherwise kept on the same as yesterday. At nine I logged on for the first day of my home working and was soon involved with a number of problems that had cropped up in the last few days. I just caught sight of Alice leaving the house with his raincoat on over his uniform so I called him back and made him leave the coat behind. ?You shouldn?t be ashamed to be a maid,? I told him and sent him on his way and phoned Louise to tell her that he was free for a couple of hours if there was anything she wanted him to do. She asked about ?personal services? and I told her why not? I must admit that I didn?t know until afterwards what she was talking about. When I did admit to her later that I didn?t know what she had got him to do that made him so upset when he got home, she relished telling me in great detail. I admit it was a shock and I was rather horrified when it came to light. Apparently when he delivered all his other clothes to the shop, he was told that he had to wait a couple of hours so he could take some things back with him. Now you do understand that if I?d known what ?personal services? entailed I wouldn?t have agreed. Well I like to think I wouldn?t. While he was waiting two men friends of Louise arrived and they were at a loose end. She invited one for a little ?how?s your father? on the bed in one of the back rooms and then she had the idea of a foursome. She and both the men stripped off and she called Alice in. This is a bit complicated but I think I understood it. Her boyfriend laid back on the bed naked and she sat with his rampant penis inside her, facing his feet. She then had Alice lick all the way from his balls, up his prick and finishing in her pussy more or less at her clit. While he was doing this over and over, the other man pulled down Alice?s panties and had him in the rear, that way he was satisfying all three in some way or another. He obviously objected to that to start with, but Louise had her crop there and let her boyfriend?s friend use it on Alice until he complied. She did apologise to me when I found out, as I say much later, she thought Alice would enjoy it in spite of his reluctance, but actually it just made him cry. He didn?t stop being tearful when they made him clean both of the men off and Louise out of the slimy stuff with his tongue (Ugh!) before he was allowed to go. Just as well he had permanent make up is what I say. Anyway, I?m jumping ahead of myself because . As I said, I didn?t know about that until much later. He didn?t tell me because he thought I knew, Louise told him that I?d given my permission which, I suppose technically, I did. Naturally, when he arrived back he seemed very upset and I probably didn?t help by telling him to pull himself together, women did that sort of thing all the time. He looked at me shocked and didn?t attempt to speak to me the rest of the day or the next. Of course I was talking about sometimes wearing clothes that showed more than a woman was strictly comfortable with, he assumed the other thing that I didn?t know then had happened. Getting back to work, of course now it was lunchtime I had Alice the maid do me a snack and I gave him a list of cleaning and laundry to get on with in the afternoon until it was time for him to make dinner. I did notice that he was walking a bit bow legged but I just assumed it was something to do with the heels. That night I wasn?t going to have him service me, but come bed time I couldn?t resist, I was so ready for it. He managed to give me five orgasms before I had to call a halt , I was getting just too sensitive. Five! I ask you. After the maid served me breakfast in bed, I told Alice to change into one of his suits and come to the office. At nine o?clock we started work in a routine that I was sure we could soon get into. Alice checked the mail, then I told him what drafts I wanted done, I found that he was also useful at costing some of the worksheets, mundane but time consuming work that had to be done accurately. He was still obviously off with me, but did as he was told. At ten thirty was his first serious test. The MD, Harry Bennett, appeared on a video call. He wanted to know how I was settling in and how my new member of staff was. When he pressed, I had little option but to send the live connection back to Alice?s computer but he seemed to be a hit with the Harry. He answered all the boss?s questions with the right answers and it wasn?t long before I was able to relax. You see, because of the internal arrangements of Human Resources in the company my details, address and so on, were handled in an office in a different part of the country to the lower grades, secretaries, etc., so I didn?t actually mention that Alice was my husband, we were employed under different surnames and the addresses weren?t connected. I know it?s a small detail, but bear with me, it?s important later in my story. With that information, you can understand my relief when they finally broke the call and all was well. At twelve I told him to go into maid mode, and he went off and changed into a black uniform to prepare the lunch. By this time I?d typed out a list of routine tasks for the maid to work to. You know the sort of thing; EVERY DAY:- Change linen on my bed ; prepare and cook all meals for times: Breakfast: seven thirty (Mon-Fri) eight (Sat) and nine (Sun) ; Lunch : one thirty Dinner: seven o?clock. Vacuum and dust all areas of the house trafficked the day before. Kitchen must always be spotless when not in use Bathroom and downstairs lavatory: wash over and polish. Iron and lay out my clothes for the next day. Then: - Monday: Do all laundry and iron, Tuesday : Deep clean Living room And so it went on. Of course it wasn?t fixed in stone, some days there were more things to do but I made sure he did everything he was told, after all it isn?t a big house. The first day proper that I was writing about, of course he had a little trouble getting it all done, but soon he got into a routine. I think some days, when there was a greater workload, he got up extra early and made a start before he brought my breakfast in bed. The reason he was so keen? Well that first day, when things weren?t going too well, he actually told me that some of the jobs weren?t necessary. He didn?t ask to speak, he just came out with it. It was probably the first time he?d spoken since coming back from Louise?s place. Well just before then, I realised that I?d made a small mistake early on some work, and I was going to have to redo quite a bit of it, so I?m afraid I got much more cross than perhaps I should. ?You want to slack on your job already!? I shouted at him. ?You didn?t even ask if you could speak! I?ll tell you what, I?ll show you the surprise I got for you in that necklace you?ve got on.? I had kept the remote round my neck ever since I got it, so I checked it was only on five and pressed the button for the first time. Well I must admit that I was shocked by his reaction. He screamed, went into spasms then collapsed on the floor and started rolling around, trying to tear the thing off. It was so dramatic I nearly appologised, then I realised that it was his own fault so just told him to get out and get back to work. I?ve never seen him move so fast, it was funny to see him running and curtseying at the same time. Anyway, that was the first and last time he complained. Things went quietly for the rest of the week, but on Saturday we had the visit to Jane Kerslake?s place. I saw no need to tell him where we were going and made him keep his pink uniform on. First of all we called on Louise to pick up the rest of his altered clothes, he seemed to me at the time, unduly terrified of being there, but we just collected the things in the car and were on our way again quickly. I noticed he looked worried again when we pulled into Jane?s drive. Fiona met us at the door and I think that his costume wasn?t too dissimilar to Alice?s so that made him feel a bit more comfortable. When I met her before Jane was wearing what I would decribe as ?normal? clothes, chic and fashionable, not outlandish. By contrast, that night she was dressed all in black leather, except for her fishnet stockings, well displayed by her mini skirt but hidden from the knee down by skin tight boots with what must have been six inch, polished chrome heels. I think that what Alice was most afraid of was the riding crop and leather paddle hanging from her belt. Of course I didn?t know about his whipping by Louise so just thought it was her general demenour that was worrying him. ?Fiona, take Alice downstairs and prepare her.? We went to sit in the same living room as before and while Alice was led off we settled down with a cup of coffee each. ?So how?s your little prodigy coming along now?? She asked me. ?Not too bad, I?ve used the collar on him once and he improved markedly after that.? ?That?s par for the course, have you got a crop or do you use something else?? Jane was questioning me like a doctor with a patient. ?No, nothing, should I have? I don?t like the idea of spanking him.? Actually that was a lie. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. ?The collar?s a bit harsh, he?ll guess you won?t use it too often or too strong because their work actually suffers. You don?t get much out of a slave if their rolling in agony too often. A few stripes across the buttocks has a doublt benefit, immediate encouragement and then they find it difficult to sit for a few hours, so they find things to do.? She stroked the crop at her side as she spoke. ?What I really wanted your opinion on is how far I should go?? ?The golden rule is ; as far as you want to. Always remember, it?s not up to your sissy, you make the rules but then you should normally stick to them. Deviating occasionally has the advantage of throwing them off balance but it?s better, especially when starting out as you are, that they have boundaries. For example, have you told him you?re going to have a real man?? ?No I hadn?t thought of it.? The idea of taunting him to show my superiority was appealing. ?I notice that he was quite agitated when he arrived, I?ll give him something to calm him down, something long lasting, if you like? In your circumstances there?s no harm in taking it slowly, I?ll give him a run through tonight and let you know what I think he wants and isn?t telling you.? ?I?d appreciate that.? I was looking forward to seeing this beautiful woman in action. ?One thing though, would you like to change into something that will make him a little less comfortable?? I didn?t know what she had in mind, so she showed me a wardrobe up in her bedroom that was full of leather and rubber clothes, mostly, but not exclusively black. She had me strip completely then gave me a black latex top that was so thin my nipples could be clearly seen poking the material out. She commented that she suggested latex to her trainee Doms, as the sizing was less critical. I was kitted out with a pair of crotchless tights, a loose fitting mini skirt and a pair of latex boots with four inch heels that fit me almost exactly, but no panties. While I was dressing, Jane did the reverse, she took off her belt and skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. ?We?ll have a swap tonight, you can see how Fiona acts and I?ll take on Alice.? While we chated she got out two narrow belts with a sort of small holster attached, giving me one and putting on the other herself. Then she took two riding crops out of a drawer and showed me how they fitted in the holster. ?You might like to put these on.? She handed me a pair of above the elbow latex gloves. ?These are especially useful if you do any hand spanking, your hand doesn?t suffer so much so you can keep going longer.? We made our way downstairs, all the way to the basement, Jane telling me on the way that she bought the house outright with her Dom earnings and was most taken with it because of the cellar space. It was amazing. The open area was at least the area of our ground floor at home, but just one room, equipped like a medieval dungeon. The lighting was subdued but as I looked round I saw all sorts of chains and ropes hanging from the walls and work benches with tools laid out on them, there was even a bar, but it was the centre of the room that drew most of my attention. A figure was attached spread eagled to a big wheel and in front, on his knees and with arms outstretched was Fiona. Then I recognised Alice on the wheel, he had a red ball strapped in his mouth and was making frantic efforts to attract my attention but I couldn?t make out what he was saying. ?Silence!? Jane was going to stand no nonsense from Alice and he looked at her terrified, mind you I think I would have been in his position. ?Start the wheel, Fiona.? The figure got up from the floor and ran over to the wall on our right and pressed a switch. The wheel with Alice on it started to rotate clockwise. A spot light came on, making it impossible for Alice to see us, stood back out of the light. ?My parents were in the circus, Leanne, I learned how to do this when I was a child.? She picked up a handful of pointed knives, turned quickly and threw it. The knife stuck in the board Alice was in front of, only an inch or two from his face. I think he tried to scream but he could make very little noise. The second knife found the board between Alice?s legs, only about four inches from his groin. ?Did you tell Alice why you?ve only got one ball Fiona?? Jane asked with a grin then spoke really loudly, to make sure Alice could hear her. ?I?m afraid I?m a bit rusty, I managed to put a knife straight through Fiona?s right testicle, so I haven?t done it much since.? I could see Alice, his head not attached to the back board, looking down as the next knife landed alongside the previous one. I could see him struggling against his metal bonds. ?Let?s see how close I can get with this one, perhaps I?ll take your scrotum off completely. The knives are wide enough. She threw it and I knew it landed so close to his balls he would have felt it. He fainted. Realising that there was no fun taunting someone asleep, Jane called for Fiona to stop the wheel and take down the backboard. For a moment I thought it was true that she hadn?t done it much, but then I saw all the filled knife holes, they probably wouldn?t have been visible to Alice in the poor ambient light. Meanwhile Jane went to a locked cupboard, opened it and took out four disposable syringes, two marked yellow, two smaller ones with black markings. ?I?ll give your sissy these while he?s out.? The black ones she pushed into each of his testicles in turn, the much larger wellow went each side of his penis. ?That will calm him down.? As she disposed of the empty syringes he came round. First of all he looked relieved, but once he saw me he started looking daggers. Fiona brought over two stools, placing one under each of his feet, then unlocked his arms and legs. He got down from the stools a little unsteady and continued to stare at me. Of course even if he?d been allowed, he couldn?t speak with that ball in his mouth. ?Alice, you?re here to learn some manners, when I give a command, I want you to watch Fiona and copy him.? I noticed Alice give a start, it seemed that he?d assumed Fiona was a woman to then. ?Assume the position.? Fiona stood to attention, pulled his panties down as far as his knees then bent forward at the waist to grip his ankles. Alice did the same then listened to the exchange between out hosts. ?Fiona, why do you have to assume the position?? ?So that you can do me the honour of striping me Mistress.? ?Why do I stripe you Fiona?? ?To give me a small reminder to do my best to serve you mistress.? ?Fiona, why does it remind you?? ?It is only six stripes Mistress, it reminds me of what two or three dozen would feel like Mistress.? ?What?s the other reason I stripe you Fiona?? ?Because you can Mistress.? ?Alice, I want you to watch Fiona, if he moves I start the six again.? Jane?s crop went whistling through the air and landed with a ?slap? sound. Fiona didn?t budge but I saw a red line appear on his left cheek. This was followed by another on his right cheek, jane altered position and crouched a bit. The next stripe made an ?X? with the first line, then it was repeated on the other side. The last two stripes completed the design with a horizontal line through both x?s making them look like big asterisks. Mistress Leanne, would you care to try your own?? I was nervous but by this time quite eager to have a go myself. I drew my Crop and watched as Alice tried to keep an eye on me. I stood alongside him, drew my arm back and swung the crop. I used to ride horses when I was young and while using a crop was extremely rare, I was taught that if you?re going to use it, make it count. Alice couldn?t help it, he gave a very muffled cry and toppled forward. Moving his foot to stop himself falling. ?Start again, well done Mistress Leanne,? Jane told me. I watched the tell tale line appear across his rump. Another joined it, this time he just grunted. I didn?t have the finess of Jane, but I put seven stripes more or less parallel lines across his rear. ?Both of you; up, pull up your pretty panties.? Jane smiled. ?Fiona, the pussy chairs now.? He didn?t hang around, he ran to the further corner of the room and came back dragging two objects over to the bar. He first opened another bottle of Champagne, poured two galsses, then filled four bowls with nibbles. While he was doing that, I took a look at the objects. Now I studied them they looked like a cross beteen a bar stool and a cage that was hanging open at the front. Even after Fiona helped Alice into the cage part, I couldn?t work out their purpose. He was crammed under the seat part, but with his head up passed the level of the flat seat. Then Fiona swung the hinged front of the cage closed until I heard a ?click? and I saw that Alice?s head was then locked in what was in effect horizontal stocks. It was then that the penny dropped. If someone sat on the seat, Alice?s face would be in their crotch and the wooden bars of the cage part were too close together to even push his hands out. He looked terrified as Fiona locked himself in the second seat. ?Take a seat,? Jane told me, but it was she that sat with Alice?s face pushed into her, and she deftly removed Alice?s ball gag. ?Get working sissy.? I sat in the other seat and immediately felt Fiona?s tongue working into me. It was the most wonderful bar stool I?ve ever used. Jane suddenly brightened. ?Shall we have a party? I love spontaneous do?s.? She made a phone call then told me that we?d have company in an hour or so. We drank our Chanpagne and had the occasional nut or something and chatted for what must have been nearly an hour and a half. Jane told me the history of how she came to take up her profession, and I told her what I did for a living and a bit of my family story. Every so often one of us would stop talking and stiffen, then carry on as before. I lost count of the number of orgasms we had. A couple of times Alice stopped work, but soon started again when Jane asked if she would prefer to take the position. He got going again but Fiona needed no such encouragement. Then Jane?s phone rang, I heard her tell someone to come in and she turned on some dance music. She had state of the art security in the building and had let her guests in with her telephone. What guests they were. There were about eight women, two of them with what they called slaves. One was just dressed in a bikini, the other nothing except a knitted tube tied round his penis with a tasle on the end. I didn?t think the bikini was on a man at first glance, he had quite large boobs and also no obvious bulge where there shouldn?t be one on a woman, but later in the evening someone stole his panties and a tiny package was left on display. I asked someone about it and was told that his owner had been feeding him hormones to give him breasts, but he was having implants next week to boost them from ?D? to triple ?F?s?. I quickly realised most of the women guests were lesbians, two or three were onvious man haters, the others more sympathetic to Alice and Fiona?s predicament. I noticed that Alice seemed even more popular than Fiona among those that wanted to take a seat, and resulted in him slowing down with his ministraions every so often. One of the women found a long cattle prod in one of Jane?s tool boxes so it was left handy by Alice?s stool for when he need to speed up. It was a mad night and I even had my first girl on girl experience in one of the bedrooms with one of the more attractive girls, but when I returned to the dungeon I had drunk enough to find it hilarious that they had sat the ?willy warmer? man, who was quite reasonably endowed, in Alice?s seat and Alice was having to suck him off. My maid was quite red in the face, even showing through his make up and his teary eyes didn?t leave me as I walked round to get a better view. I noticed that someone had fitted him with a ring holding his mouth open, held in place by a strap round his neck. He had no option but to accept anything pushed in his mouth. As soon as ?willy? man had cum, he was quickly replaced by the next woman in the queue for him. I suppose that if I?d been sober I would have rescued him, but I wasn?t and was fascinated watching him with other women. The party went on until nearly dawn when we all retired to the berooms to sleep and take the opportunity for more lesbian sex sessions. I actually found myself in the same bed as Willy Warmer and had him instead, not too bad, but nothing briliant, he just made a change from the women. Again, if I?d been sober, I would have thought of my marriage vows, but I wasn?t. Instead I fantasised about having Alice bring me a drink while I was being humped. Crude but true. I drifted downstairs about midday, having found my clothes I arrived in and dressed, it had been long time since I had slept so late, I found that Fiona had got a running buffet going for anyone that fancied breakfast. I asked him if he knew where Alice was and he didn?t. I went down to the dungeon and was sorry to see that he was still in the cage seat, he had a dildo sticking out of his mouth. I looked carefully and worked out that behind it was another penis shape which extended the other way, down his throat. I tried to pull it off but it was locked at the back of his head and I only succeeded in making him gag. I also didn?t know how to undo the seat, so I went back upstairs where I managed more breakfast than I had thought I could, after several cups of strong black coffee. Jane wandered in just as I had finished so I asked her about releasing Alice. She came down with me and showed me how to unlock it. Poor Alice just fell out and it was some time before he could stand up. Then Jane noticed the penis. ?Oh damn,? she said, ?that belongs to Irene and she?s gone home. I?ll tell you what, I?ll pop over and see her later and drop the key in to you. The thing?s hollow, you can see the hole in the centre, it?s made that way for long term use, your sissy can use it like a drinking straw on any liquid, he?ll have to rely on soup until I can get it to you, either tonight or tomorrow morning, OK?? There wasn?t much alternative, so I thanked Jane profusely for the party and had Alice curtsey to thank her as well, but just as we were leaving Jane handed me the crop I had used, together with the holster for it. ?A little souvenir,? she told me. Once we got home I got Alice undressed and shoved him in the shower before anything else, he stank like a brothel, not that I had personal experience you understand. I was interested to see, when I refitted his liner and corset, that the garment closed up completely and his balck uniform was actually a bit loose round the waist. I came to the conclusion that he?d been watching what he ate. Honestly, he?s just like woman. He cooked the evening meal and I think he put his in the liquidiser but by that time I?d had enough for the day so went to bed. I couldn?t resist getting one more orgasm though, I wanted to know what his face with a penis in the middle of it would feel like. I was asleep in no time. The next morning I told him to stay in maid mode, I thought a secretary with a penis in her mouth would be one step too far to explain if there was a video call. I got to thinking about the man with the boobs at the party. I was quite taken with the idea and wondered if I should consult Alice about it or just go ahead with an implant operation. It wasn?t as if they couldn?t be taked out later, it wasn?t like hormones. Lunchtime Jane called with the key to his penis mouth. I had him do lunch for her and myself as a thank you. Jane called him over after she?d eaten. ?That was nice Alice, now I?m just a bit worried about you, I didn?t know some of the people at the party and you got pretty intimate with all of them I just want you to have something to be on the safe side.? She jabbed a syringe into his buttocks and gave him a bottle of pills, telling him to take one a day for the next month. ?Don?t forget, now Alice I don?t want anything to happen to you, you?re too much of a good sport.? But later, out of Alice?s hearing, she told me that they?re really boosters for the injection she gave him on Saturday. She gave me a wink and left. Over the next few days I saw a marked difference in Alice?s behaviour. He was definitely more content, even when he saw me with the crop he didn?t seem to take any notice. In one way it was good, I didn?t get any hasle, on the other hand I quite like doing something physical to constantly reassert my position as his Mistress. Once that week I told him to ?assume the position? and he did so immediately and perfectly, he didn?t seem to even finch when I put stripes across his bare backside. I had a lone appointment with Jane the week after and she suggested that I push the envelope a bit. She suggested that the friend of hers that I bedded at the party, Kylie she reminded me, actually I don?t think we stopped to exchange names, was interested in a rematch and thought I should invite her to stay for the weekend after the next. Actually it was three weeks now since I had Alice?s cock inside me and I had been planning the treat for him, but this proposition sounded interesting, so I got her phone number and invited her. I warned Alice that there would be an extra person for meals from Friday evening to potentially Monday breakfast. I thought he would show some interest but he didn?t, he just greeted Kylie when she arrived with his usual curtsey and didn?t turn a hair when I told him to put her bag in my room. I don?t think he recognised her from her face, but then it wasn?t the women?s faces that he got to see so close up. I thought he must have enjoyed doing that, even though it was tiring for him. When she arrived she said she had something for him from Jane. It turned out to be another injection in the butt and more tablets. He just accepted everything as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I must say I really enjoyed that weekend with Kylie, she was most inventive and we had my toys to christen as well as the ones she brought with her. The highlight was when I took Alice?s cherry. She persuaded me to use the big one on him, making sure of plenty of lubrication so that it wasn?t too painful. He laid over the end of my bed with a pillow under his hips and both Kylie and I had him with the big tools. I came twice while I was doing him, but I was disappointed that there didn?t seem to be any reaction from him and he certainly didn?t spurt anything, infact there was no leakage from him at all except for blood as a result of his loss of virginity. I was a bit worried about that but he didn?t seem otherwise effected. Afterwards Kylie told me that it was probably the medication that Jane had him on and I believed her because his reactions had been like that ever since his visit to Jane?s place. Anyway we made it up to him with some threesomes where we allowed him to give us oral several times each. The rest of his time was, of course spent cleaning and cooking, although his meals of late seem to somehow lack the imagination that they had before. The week after I took him to have his corsets replaced and his other clothes altered as he seemed to have lost so much weight round his waist, although his chest and hips seemed to have grown. I assumed it was the fat distribution, changed by wearing a corset so much.. When I spoke to Louise, however, she told me that there was no longer a need for him to keep the corset on him. He had shrunk to a natural size that wouldn?t be improved noticeably by being in a corset. She did alter all his uniforms and work suits though, putting darts in for his larger backside, so that they fitted him perfectly. Those tablets really settled him, he didn?t even try to back out of seeing Louise which he had done in the past for reasons at the time I couldn?t fathom. I haven?t told you much about his secretarial work, have I? Well mainly that?s because there wasn?t very much to tell. He worked quietly and efficiently and took video calls in his stride. Nothing came near to fazing him. A couple of times the MD, Harry, asked after him in the afternoons. He knew Alice only worked part time and a couple of times he asked after her health. He went so far as to suggest that Alice seemed depressed, so I told him I?d look into it. I could hardly say ?oh no sir, it?s just the tablets he takes so that he does as he?s told without me having to beat him? now could I? To be perfectly honest I didn?t have much time to think about Alice. I was busy with work and then I had to fit in my gym visits that I still kept up, visits to Jane for advice and more tablets and Kylie at weekends. I suppose it was three or four months since we had started that I determined it was overdue time that Alice gave me a good seeing to. Oral sex is fine, especially if you?re a bit weary, it?s so relaxing, you just lie back and enjoy it, and although Kylie was skilled with a dildo, she wasn?t nearly as good as Alice. Anyway it was a Sunday afternoon and Kylie had only stayed until the morning as she had to get back for something to do with her family. I had to search pretty hard for the key to Alice?s chastity, I hadn?t realised that it had been so long ago I hid it. Anyway, I was sat on my bed and had him stand in front of me and lift up his crinolines, I pulled his panties down and I got the shock of my life. His chastity device, the one that was so tight round everything of his, that wouldn?t come off unlees he was castrated, fell off and nestled, unbroken, in the gusset of his panties. His crown jewels, my pride and joy were the size I would expect of a baby, no, even smaller than that. As I watched, what remained of his balls was shrinking up into his body. I thought back to when I?d last seen them, realising it was so many months ago, the time just seemed to have flown by and I?d had three or four times more sex than ever in my life, I just hadn?t had the need of him and anyway, I always thought it was good for his discipline. ?What?s happened to you?? I asked in disbelief. ?Nothing Mistress.? He curtseyed. ?I?m sorry Mistress is something wrong?? It was then a terrible thought struck me. ?Take all your clothes off Alice.? He stripped and then I knew what had happened. I got straight on the phone to Jane, telling him to get dressed again. ?Jane, what is in those tablets for Alice?? ?I?m not going to tell you, it?s going to be a surprise.? ?I know they?re hormones.? ?How? Oh I get it, you?ve finally looked at his body, I expect he?s got a superb pair of breasts, hasn?t he? How do you like my present?? ?I don?t understand,? I replied. ?Why would taking away my husband?s superb love making equipment be a present to me?? ?What are you talking about? You never use it even if it is good.? ?I know I haven?t lately, but that?s because of your advice to train him and there was so much going on I wasn?t able to perform with him. I really wanted him now. I needed him.? ?Don?t be silly, give Kylie a ring.? ?She?s got something else to do, besides? she doesn?t float my boat like my husband, I need my him. What did you think you were doing?? ?It?s what you both wanted. He wanted to be a woman and you wanted to dominate him and get your kicks from a lesbian relationship. I?ve done you both a favour.? ?He didn?t want to be a woman. What have you done?? I shouted. Just then my doorbell rang. ?There?s someone at the door, I?ve got to go.? I hung up. Absolutely in a nightmare, I sent Alice to answer the door. I heard some talking, then called out, asking who it was. Believe it or not Harry, my Managing Director walked in, we came face to face in the hallway. ?Harry, to what do I owe this honour?? ?Louise. What are you doing here?? ?Sorry, didn?t you come to see me? I live here.? ?But this is Alice?s address. I arranged to take her out tonight.? ?Please Sir, Mistress, please don?t punish me.? I was only just aware of Alice talking. ?I had to agree, you ordered me that I mustn?t say no to anyone.? It was my turn to faint. I couldn?t cope, the lights went out. When I came to the situation hadn?t changed much, the only addition to the cast was Harry?s driver who he had called in to carry me to the sofa. Harry was asking Alice to explain what was going on, but he had fallen to the floor, shaking, occasionally grasping his ankle, pleading for Harry not to punish him. There was nothing for it but to tell Harry who Alice was. As soon as I did that it opened a can of worms. To cut a long story very short, Alice was committed to the care of a psychiatrist and it fell to me to make a statement to the police about what happened. Of course it didn?t have all the details that I?ve tried to put together her for you. I?ve tried to remember all the conversations so you can see that, while I admit my part in poor Alice?s state, there were other circumstances of which I was completely unaware. As I?ve written all this down I?ve tried to give you an idea of what I thought at the time, without the benefit of hindsight. Any way, I?ve served my sentence, it was only four years ago that I was incarcerated, but I got a fifty percent reduction for good behaviour. Louise will be released soon but it will be at least another three years before Jane is eligible. I got an update of Alice?s condition. Apparently he went into a state of shock that night at Jane?s party. None of us realised it at the time. He has little memory from that night until his treatment by his doctor, and I suppose I now realise that it?s just as well. I treated him appallingly and so did all the others. It was at our trial that I found out what happened that first day he was sent alone at Louise?s shop. Would I have acted differently if I?d known? I?d like to think so, but that is water under the bridge, I had plenty of other opportunities to act better towards him and I didn?t take them. I make no excuses for myself. He ended up with a great deal of compensation money but what can that buy. It certainly didn?t buy his manhood back If I had acted like a proper loving wife we would have been idyllically happy now, I?m certain of it. The majority of the men who enjoy the feeling of women?s clothes but at the same time are in love with a woman and enjoy a normal sex life with them, are otherwise gentle characters who will prove to be loyal husbands. Cherish them. Whatever you do don?t try to make your Allen something he?s not, just enjoy a husband who can also be a girlfriend, someone who will tell you if a dress suits you or not. Someone you can go on shopping trips with and both enjoy the experience even if you buy nothing, although it?s better if you do. Let him lead as far as what he wants to go, no further. In other words do as I say not as I did. I?ve just heard that he intends to marry again! Literally a note has arrived just now, I?m so pleased for her. He became she after a great many sessions with his shrink and I think, I hope, that she will be happy but the greater shock is the name of the bridegroom. It?s Harry Bennett, my old MD. Well I hope it all works out for them, I knew he kept in touch with Alice?s progress and now I understand they have dated on a regular basis. And are marrying in the spring. I?m so happy for her. Your loving aunt Leanne