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My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018 My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the authorities in their country of residence. My New Life is entirely work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. My New Life (and how I came to accept it). Part 12 There is something sublimely delightful about wearing dresses and skirts. I know other men that indulge in cross-dressing must feel it, and I am pretty sure that women feel it also. And, while the feeling changes somewhat with the type of skirt being worn. Or you could even say that the type of skirt being worn engenders a subtly different feeling in the wearer. Naturally, I am including what is being worn under the skirt as well as the skirt itself. For a skirt without the lingerie underneath is nothing more than a kilt. What I am leading to is the way wearing skirts with good lingerie make you feel, both about yourself and, more importantly, how you feel about other people seeing you. For example, wearing a pleated mini-skirt is very nice and liberating; assuming that you have the legs to pull it off. And a mini-skirt is nice in summer as they keep you cool. But you have to remember that a loose pleated skirt can also be subject to the whims of the wind so you must be careful with what you choose to wear underneath. A knee-length A-line skirt is very practical for everyday wear, and it feels especially nice brushing against your stocking-covered legs with every step. Yes, you still get a slight breeze tickling your naked thighs from time to time; but it tickles in such a nice way. Pencil skirts are something else altogether, the feeling of restriction they impart as they limit the length of your stride, and how they press your legs together wonderfully, letting you feel your stocking legs slide over each other as you walk. Not to mention how a pencil skirt also shows off your rear to it's best effect when worn with a nice pair of heels. I could go on for hours about how skirts make me feel, but I won't. The fact of the matter is that, if you are reading this, then you probably already know the amazing feelings that wearing skirts produce. And, if you don't already know, then I am sure you will often try and imagine it. Either way, and purely from personal experience, I love the way skirts made me feel. Before I met Lisa, I was very much a jeans and t-shirt type of guy. Honestly, looking back on it, I was a bit of a slob with personal hygiene habits that left a lot to be desired. But, after meeting Lisa she helped me clean up my act. More accurately, she made me clean up my act. The crossdressing, however, was not my idea. I know I read a lot about men that grew up with older sisters and, either through playing together or from their own secret desires, would dress up as a girl. Many men have the desire to cross-dress as part of their make up and, if they are lucky enough to have a partner that will not only tolerate but indulge, or even encourage it, then they are extremely lucky. As for myself, I never really thought about crossdressing. Yes, looking back, there were a few times as a child I was dressed as a girl. Once when I was five and staying with an aunt who had two daughters that were both older than me. When my aunt was out and we three were alone in the house I had to dress as a girl or I wasn't allowed to play with them. Much later, in prep school, being one of the smaller boys I usually ended up playing the girl in any play. The funny thing was, it was Lisa that identified latent crossdresser in me. Not only that, but she picked up on the fact that I was a secret submissive. At any time, I could have objected, I could have said no. But I didn't. I allowed Lisa to lead the way on this wonderful journey and, honestly, I am so happy that I did. Yes, at times it can be frustrating. Being kept in chastity while being required to worship her with my tongue, is extremely frustrating. Just like being placed in inescapable bondage while she teases me to the very edge of orgasm, only for her to leave me craving sexual release as she forces me back into my chastity cage. Can Lisa be cruel? Of course, she can. But she is also kind, loving and caring. Please don't get the idea that Lisa keeps me frustrated all the time. Nor should you think that the sex is all one-sided. We do have sex, often in fact. But Lisa is very much in charge and sex is on her terms, and at her discretion. She will tease me about being locked in chastity, and tease me about when, or even if, she will unlock me. But that only makes me want to please her more so that she might give me a release. I know that there will be a lot of people that either don't, or can't understand our relationship. But we are the only two people that have a say in how we love each other. Is it strange that Lisa wanted to have a male girlfriend? I would think so. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And is it strange that I, who up until meeting Lisa, never had any inclination to cross-dress, should be absolutely on board with it now? Perhaps. But to me, sex and sexuality are not binary. You are not one thing or the other. In both life, and in love, things are never just black and white; nor are they just shades of grey. The world is a kaleidoscope of colors. All we can hope for is that we met the right person and can love them as much as they love us. And, as outside the norms of society, whatever they are, as our love is, it works for us. It was a Saturday morning and Lisa had just returned from her trip to the far east where she had bought me the most realistic looking stick-on breasts I had ever seen. They not on looked real but, added to the way they pulled on my chest, they had tiny little suction cup inside that both pulled and pinched on my nipples. As a result, every move I made, and every move that my new breasts made, pulled and pinched to the point where it was a little painful. The only way to avoid being driven to distraction was to wear a well-fitting bra. After showering together, and after Lisa had touched up the edges of the breasts with a little more adhesive, Lisa helped me select a bra. Luckily several of the sets of lingerie I had purchased had bras with them so in no time at all I was standing before Lisa in matching bra, panties and suspender belt. It was a lovely set, a sort of silver-grey color with white lace trim. My stockings were smoky grey. After making sure that my bra was correctly adjusted and my breasts were properly supported, Lisa gave me an approving smile before giving me a playful smack on the bottom and telling to get my face on. A short while later I was downstairs making breakfast. Lisa had leant me a blouse to wear that day. It was white but buttoned up at the rear and had eight buttons on each cuff. On the front of the blouse there was a lace trim that was very feminine and it was quite tight which only helped to show off my new breasts hidden underneath. She also gave me a dark blue, pin-striped wrap-around skirt, which, I so discovered, I had to be mindful of how I walked less I expose my stocking tops. I would also have to be careful to not let any wind blow my skirt up at some inopportune moment. At least Lisa had allowed me to forego my chastity device that day. She said as how I had been such a "good girl" so I could have a day out of my confinement. While that was a little relief, and a welcome one, I was still a little nervous about our planned shopping trip. You see while we had agreed that I would move in with Lisa on a full-time basis. And, as I worked from home anyway, I would be dressed as my female alter-ego, Dee, full time. But, as I would also be doing most, if not all, of the housework then, to save my good clothes, I should also dress as the maid. I was, after all, going to effectively be the maid, as Lisa said, so dressing as one would help cement my new position in life in my head. Besides, Lisa had added grinning from ear to ear, "It would be fun having a submissive maid to play with, especially when she could go to work knowing that she had left me restrained in some way so as to make my work more difficult but not impossible'. Naturally, if my work was not finished or up to standard, I could expect a spanking or some other punishment. With the breakfast things washed and put away, Lisa gave me the jacket that went with the wrap-around skirt. I put on my three-inch court shoes. And we were off. Lisa drove, I was still not practiced enough to drive in heels. And, while I had expected her to head directly to the mall and Molly's store where I had seen numerous fancy maid's outfits, Lisa went a different way. We ended up parking in what was more of an almost forgotten commercial area. Some of the shops here were boarded up but most were still open, even if all of them looked as though the storefronts could use a good wash and some new paint. The store Lisa parked up in front of was a uniform outfitter. I had imagined Lisa dressing me in some extremely short French Maid outfit with multiple layers of frothy underskirts, or perhaps something very sissified in bright pink. Instead, Lisa bought me four, rather traditional, hotel maid's dresses. They were dark grey, almost charcoal colored and knee-length with long sleeves and trimmed with white at both collar and cuffs. Each also came with a small white apron tied around my waist and was pinned over my bust. I was a little relieved when we got back into the car, and I told Lisa so. Lisa just gave me a funny look and asked why. "I thought you were going to get me something really short like the dresses in Molly's shop." "Dee darling, you are going to be a working maid so you need to be dressed so you can work," Lisa replied then gave me a kiss on my cheek. "But, as you obviously like the dresses in Molly's store, then why not. It might be fun have you wear one when a guest comes around." Lisa kissed me again, this time slipping her hand into my skirt and cupping my manhood through my panties. "It will be so deliciously humiliating for you walking around and showing off your knickers and stocking-tops with other people watching you. But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Before I could answer Lisa forced her tongue into my mouth while giving my manhood a squeeze, causing me to stir down there. If Lisa had just taken what I had said the wrong way, well she had made up her mind then so I was stuck with it. On the other hand, she might have been setting a trap for me the whole time, and I just blundered right into it. Either way, Lisa started up the car and, this time for sure, we headed to Molly's store. Only a few times before had I been out dressed as a woman, and then only in places where there were few people. This time Lisa was taking me to the largest mall in Scotland's largest city and, I noted, she parked at the opposite end of the mall from where Molly's store was. Lisa was going to make me walk the full length of the mall, where every man, woman, and their kids, would be able to see me. I would also have to walk further in my heels than I had ever walked before. Lisa told me later that it was the only parking space she could find, a lie. She also told me that she knew how good I looked and that I could easily pass, so she was sure we would not attract any attention. Personally, I think she did it to humiliate and embarrass me or try to at least. And I was sure that if I had spent my time looking furtively around me, to see if I was being watched, then somebody might discover me. But I remembered the expression, when in doubt, brass it out, so that is what I did. I held myself up straight, remembered to place one heel directly in front of the other, and, taking shorter steps while allowing my hips to roll a little, I walked through the mall with a straight face and the confidence of a natural woman. Turns out my strategy was the right one. This end of the mall had had new tiles laid. These were ceramic, very hard-wearing, but also very shiny. Had I not taken shorter steps then my heels might not have maintained traction on the shiny floor. But, and I am sure this was the case even though I did look around to see, the sound of Lisa's and my heels tapping out a rhythmic harmony as we walked must have brought us some attention and perhaps admiring eyes. Partway through the mall, Lisa stopped at a small jeweler. She pointed out some small necklaces that she liked. She also pointed out that I should really get myself a smaller lady's watch. Then, in what I was sure was a well rehearse ad-lib, Lisa gayly pointed out that the jewelers had a special offer gold ear studs and ear piercing. Something told me that there was little point in objecting. Lisa had already made up her mind and, my only input at that point, was as to the style of ear stud or ear- rings I would be coming out of the jewelers wearing. A few minutes later I was sat on a chair in the jewelers as some young girl was sterilizing my ear lobes ready for the application gun-like tool that popped brand new gold studs into each ear. After a short lecture from the girl on how to keep my ears clean, and to prevent and infection, we left the jewelers with my new studs in place. From there we walked the rest of the way to Molly's store. It was as busy as I remember it being the last time with a good many women checking out the latest lingerie in stock, and a few men doing likewise. I don't know if the men were looking for something for their wives or girlfriends, or even for themselves. But then, I had learned not to judge, I only hope that they get as much pleasure from their purchases as I had from mine. After Lisa sought out Molly, and after the two of them had greeted each other warmly, the pair came over to me. As they walked over Lisa was doing all of the talking, saying, "Molly, this is Dee and she would like a French maid's uniform. Something sexy, but practical too. Not one of the fancy-dress types. Something a little more high end. Revealing, but not too skimpy." "I am sure we can find you just what you want, Dee was it?" Molly said all the while looking at me long and hard. "I feel like I know you hen. Have you been in before?" "No miss," I replied, disguising my voice as best I could by raising it half an octave or so. Molly almost accepted that and was about to turn away when her eyes opened wide in recognition. "It's not?" she gasped, turning towards Lisa who was beaming. "Tell me it is, is it?" Lisa just nodded and went right on grinning like the cat that got the cream. "Well don't you just look lovely hen," Molly gushed as she turned back to me. "You know I never would have known. But my, you do look so pretty." With that Molly took my hand and, it would be fair to say, dragged towards the rear of the store. A short time later we were all sitting in a small private room at the back of Molly's shop. Spread out on the table were a number of catalogs that had every type of maids uniform imaginable. There were uniforms in cotton, satin, silk, and even rubber. Some had skirts so short that they hid nothing of the wear's bottom, and some were cut so low on the top that the wearer's breasts were exposed. Some skirts were flared out wide so that they seemed to go parallel to the ground from the waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. While others had very tight miniskirts, to knee-length pencil skirts, to past the knee bondage skirts and even full length, to the ankle hobble skirts. I remember one that caused Lisa to tease me over, it was a full-length, to the floor, Victorian maids dress in black rubber. The outer skirt was wide and flowing with a long white rubber apron covering it. But under that were three more flowing skirts and finally a hobble skirt to pin the wearer's legs together, and a built-in corset to compress the waist. The cuffs of that dress had about ten buttons to close them and there was a built-in posture collar to hold the wearer's head up. Despite Lisa teasing me, asking if I wanted to try it on. And, I have to admit, the submissive in me wondered what it might be like to be so restricted in my movements by such a dress. Sadly, Molly had to disappoint us both as that dress was only by special order as each had to made to measure, and very exacting measurements at that. Finally, we selected what both Lisa and I thought was a very lovely uniform. It was black satin with short sleeves and a square-cut neckline. The neck-line was cut low enough to show a bit of cleavage, but without exposing too much. Likewise, the skirt was short and flared and while it would cover my bottom, taffeta underskirts could be added to lift it should Lisa desire. All of the edges were trimmed in white lace and there was a below the bust to the waist with criss-cross white ribbon. I have to admit that the uniform was quite lovely and very well made. I know Molly is very proud of her store, and it is really nice, but some of the French maid's uniforms are, how should I say this, a bit cheap. I suppose they might be alright for a couple's foreplay, but Lisa wanted me to have something that was both sexy, and well made. Trying the uniform on for the first time was a little embarrassing as both Molly and Lisa were there, watching me get changed. I wasn't even allowed to dress in private but had to strip down to my lingerie in front of both of them. That naturally brought forth approving comments from Molly on my matching lingerie. Comments which Lisa simply nodded at before she asked Molly what she thought of my new breasts. At that point, I was ordered to stop dressing so that Molly might have a closer look at my breasts. Molly said as how they looked so real; she couldn't even tell where the edges blended into my skin. Meanwhile, Lisa told Molly about the tiny suction cups holding my nipples and connecting them to the nipples on the breasts. "Go on Molly," Lisa said grinning broadly. "Try giving them a tweak. You have my permission." She has her permission, I thought, what about my permission. But before I could say anything, Molly had lowered my bra, grabbed the nipples, and gave them both a playful twist. I let out a gasp of surprise and embarrassment as a shudder ran through my nipples. "What a lucky girl you are hen," Molly said as she replaced my bra. "You've got such a good mistress to buy you such wonderful new breasts. I hope you thanked her properly." "Yes Miss Molly," I replied instinctively. And my reply seemed to satisfy Molly as she allowed me to finish dressing. After I had my new uniform on, I was required to walk back and forth in front of the two of them so that they could check out the fit of the dress. I had to display myself like this for quite some time. I had to display myself with and without the underskirts. Then I had to show them I could curtsy. More embarrassingly, in this dress, I was told not to bob down to pick up something from the floor. No, in this dress I had to cross my ankles and bend down. This ensured my legs remained perfectly straight and that everything under the dress was displayed. I had to practice this many time before the two of them also. It was while I was bent over, and having been ordered to hold my position, that I overheard a short conversation between Lisa and Molly. "No chastity Lisa," Molly remarked in a near whisper. "Not today, I let her off today." "I hope you're not going soft." "No. Just that she has been such a good girl. I thought one day would be alright." "I suppose. You still using that plastic cage or have you got something better yet?" "No. Still just the plastic one." "Oh Lisa hen. You know what I've been telling you. If it's not steel, it's not real. You should check out my new stock." "I'll do that." By that time my legs were quaking, and from more than just the strain of holding my position. Thankfully I was allowed to stand up straight again and, as Lisa was happy with the new dress, she said she would take it. With that Lisa and Molly left the room ordering me to take the uniform off and get dressed. I did but, after putting my street clothes on again, I was left waiting for some time. I didn't know if I should go out and find them but, as Lisa had not said to join them after getting dressed, I thought it best to just wait. As it turned out I had made the correct decision. While they had been out in the store Lisa had stopped another outfit that she thought was perfect for me. So far that day Lisa had picked out a number of uniforms for me but, what I was really lacking, was street clothes. I had a few things, a couple of skirts and dresses, but nowhere near the wardrobe, I would need if I was to be dressing each day, every day. Lisa returned carrying a tan leather skirt, molly was following with the jacket. "Sorry sweetheart," Lisa said as she came in. "But I saw this was in your size and thought how wonderful you would look in it." She held the skirt up against me assuring me how good it would look. I knew enough to know that when Lisa made her mind up there was no changing it so, once again I removed my jacket and hung it up, then removed my skirt. In the meantime, Lisa had undone the two buckles at the rear of the leather skirts waistband and lowered the zip. Taking the skirt from Lisa I was surprised at its weight. The leather was soft and very supple yet still quite durable. Stepping into the skirt I noticed how it was relatively tight around my thighs and especially tight and up-lifting around my bottom. Inside the skirt was a half-slip which made pulling it up a bit easier but, once on, it was very restrictive around my thighs right down to my knee. Past the knees, the lower part of the skirt had a split at the rear so walking in it wasn't too bad. Lisa went behind me and pulled up the zip as well as fasting the two buckles. I didn't know if Lisa meant to fasten the buckles that tight but the waistband seemed to nip my waist in a little, which, looking in the mirror, gave me a nicer body shape. "Well, what do you think?" Lisa asked beaming me a smile. "It's very nice," I replied, turning this way and that in front of the mirror. "In fact, its lovely Miss Lisa. But you've bought me so many things today. Let me pay for this." "No darling, my treat," Lisa smiled. I was busy scrutinizing the waistband of the skirt and what looked like a double row of pop-studs as Molly held the jacket up behind me. "You'll have to push your hands into the wristbands hen, they're sometimes a bit tight when new," she said holding the jacket open for me. And she was right. My arms slipped into the sleeves just fine but the wristbands were a bit tight. Still, with a little push from me and a pull from Molly, my hands slipped in just fine. Molly lifted the jacket over my shoulders and, as she did, Lisa quickly stepped forward and pulled the jacket around me as she began fastening the waistband. Only then did I realize how they had trapped me. The wristbands of the jacket were tight simply because past the wristbands the sleeves of the jacket ended in fingerless mittens. Moreover, the sleeves were actually attached to the pockets of the jacket which made it impossible to withdraw my hands. Not only that but, with Lisa fastening the jacket at the front I couldn't even try to shake the jacket off. Finally, after Lisa had closed the jacket zip, which forced my arms tighter to my body, both Lisa and Molly then set about fastening the other half of the pop studs on the jacket waistband to those on the skirt. This effectively turned my new outfit into a combination straightjacket/hobble skirt. "Now that is really nice," Lisa grinned as she and Molly stepped back. "And so discrete," Molly added. "Nobody will ever guess when I take her home." Outwardly I looked like a woman dressed in a tight, but very stylish tan leather skirt and jacket. But the fact was, I was totally helpless. I couldn't use my arms, and I could barely walk in this skirt let alone try and run. "Please Miss Lisa," I said, tugging uselessly at my trapped arms. "Please nothing," Lisa snapped back at me. "Now not another word or I'll happily gag you. And don't think I wouldn't take you back through the mall with a bright red ball gag in your mouth." Molly chuckled at that. "She wouldn't be the first to leave here gagged and collared." "So, Dee," Lisa stepped closer and looked deep into my eyes. "What's it to be?" It felt as if Lisa's eyes were boring holes right through me. I could return her gaze for more than a few seconds and, defeated, I lowered my eye. "I'll be a good girl, Miss Lisa," I said, my voice quivering with shame and fear. The next thing I knew I was being pushed backwards till the rear of my legs bumped into a seat. Lisa told me to sit, which, with her giving me a tiny push, the seat behind me, and the very tight, restrictive skirt, I had little choice but to do. "These shoes are all very nice," Lisa said with a mischievous grin. "But they aren't really suitable for the way you're dressed. You need something a bit more, shall we say, challenging." With that, my heels were pulled off my feet as Molly left the room only to return moments later with a shoebox. Inside the box was a pair of ankle boots with six-inch heels and a half-inch sole. Taking a foot each the two of them quickly had my feet pushed into these very tight boots that they made even tighter as they laced them up. And, if the boot were not bad enough on their own, they then showed me that the boots came with three-inch-wide ankle straps that were wrapped around my ankles, buckled and padlocked. "There you go sweetheart," Lisa giggled. "Don't they look just exquisite?" "Thank you, Miss Lisa, they look lovely," I lied. They looked torturous and felt it. And anybody that saw them would know I was locked into them and at the mercy of whomever held the keys. Not that I wouldn't be noticed in them either, as the six-inch heel were tipped with steel segs that would make a resounding noise as I click-clacked my way back to where Lisa had parked the car. After I got back to my feet, which I only managed with both Lisa and Molly helping me out of the chair, I got my first taste of walking in those diabolical creations. If walking in the hobble skirt caused me to take short steps, the boot made it feel like I was walking on my tip- toes. And the extra strain on my calf muscles was a whole new agony. While I took my first tentative steps in the boot, feeling like a child learning to walk for the first time, Molly was pointing out to Lisa how, if she wanted to, she could add more locks to my jacket. Great, I thought, I was already helpless in my bondage jacket and skirt, now Lisa was considering locking everything in place. Thankfully Lisa decided to leave me as I was, helpless as opposed to extremely helpless. It was small comfort to me, knowing as I did, we were going to have to walk all the way back through the mall. Lisa collected the bags containing my clothes from earlier, my new maid's uniforms and, as she roguishly put, some new toys for us to play with. What those toys might be I couldn't imagine, but somehow, I knew that Lisa would find some interesting ways in which to apply them to her favorite plaything, namely me. Carrying the bags in her right hand, Lisa linked her left arm through my bound right arm. Outwardly we just appeared to be two girls casually linking arms as we walked. While the fact was that I was a helpless man, dressed as a woman, and was very securely bond as my mistress displayed me in public. I was only thankful that I had been very careful when applying my makeup that morning, it would at the very least hide my furious blushes from the humiliation and indignity of being displayed like that. For her part, Lisa was just smiling and chatting away merrily as we walked, like it was the most natural thing in the world; a mistress displaying her slave for all the world to see. At least I had been spared the added disgrace of having to walk through the mall with a ball-gag in my mouth. Not that it would draw any more attention to me than the very pronounced click, click, click of my steel tipped heels as I walked on the tiled floor. I once had one of those dreams where you are walking down a street naked, well this was a hundred, no, a thousand times worse. I knew people were looking at me, knew that some of them, perhaps all of them, could tell I was a man bond up helpless in drag. So, I did what I did in the dream, head up, eyes front, and brass it out. Back at the car, Lisa opened the door for me. Once I was seated comfortably, she fastened my seatbelt before getting in herself. "You know Dee, you really have been a naughty girl," Lisa smiled as she started the car. "Sorry Miss Lisa," I stammered, a feeling of trepidation welling up inside of me. "What have I done wrong?" Again, Lisa gave me a mischievous grin. "You never thanked me for getting you such a lovely outfit. And shoes, don't forget the shoes. So that's twice you will have to thank me, and I mean thank me "properly". But you know what Dee my sweet. I don't think I can wait until we get home." Lisa began to drive out of the parking lot as she said, more to herself than to me. "No, I think we will have to find somewhere nice and secluded." Lisa took her hand from the gearstick and let it rest on my bond thighs. She began to rub them through the leather, pressing her fingers against my groin as she did so. I also noticed that, while rubbing my thighs, she was pressing her own together tightly and making tiny mewing noises. Leaving the Glasgow, we headed more or less back home, thought Lisa took something of a circuitous route. Before very long we had left the motorway for an A road, then turned off that onto one of the B roads until Lisa finally turned off onto what was little more than a farm track. She followed this up to a small wooded area where she stopped the car. Moments later she was unbuckling my seatbelt and literally dragging me out of the car before marching us into the woods. Rather she marched and I did a sort of fast foot shuffle in my impossible heels as I tried to keep up with her. Once inside of the wood, and out of sight from the road, or anywhere else for that matter, Lisa found what she had been looking for. She stood with her back against a stout tree, making me kneel facing her. She lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties and, without ceremony, grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into her sex. Lisa was already wet, no doubt from the excitement of parading her slave around the mall in my new bondage skirt and jacket. She parted her thighs, allowing me greater access to her sex and I pressed my lips to her swollen vulva as my tongue began to lap at her sweet opening. Her hands pressed on the back of my head, pressing my lips harder against her sex as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clitoris. She began thrusting with her hips, rubbing her sex over my mouth and nose as I pressed my tongue deep inside of her sex. I knew she was close to her climax; her sex was already dripping musky nectar on my tongue as it lapped between Lisa's engorged vulva. Her breathing was ragged and her thighs were trembling as she gripped me tighter and thrust her sex towards my attentive tongue. Moments later Lisa's body was racked as her first orgasm overtook her. She forced her sex against my lips and I, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as I could, sucked her clitoris between my teeth, gently biting on it as I flicked my tongue over it repeatedly. I heard Lisa cry out, screaming almost as her legs gave way and she had to place her hands on my shoulders to hold herself up. Her thighs alternated between being totally limp and useless and pressing tightly around my head as she climaxed again and again on my tongue. Finally, she was spent. She let go of my head and shoulders as she rested herself against the tree. She was humming softly to herself, her sex still dripping its musky sweetness as she gently caressed my cheeks with her fingertips. But then, she tilted my head back as she looked down at me. "Do me again darling," she said, her words come as a near breathless moan. "But this time do it real slow." Lisa stood up, pressing her back to the tree as she tilted her hips to allow me greater access to her still engorged sex. As I pressed my lips to her, and my tongue began pressing its way inside of her, Lisa let her skirt fall over me. I was plunged into darkness, but I could feel her hands holding my head between her thighs through the skirt. Above me, and now unseen by me, Lisa began to moan softly. I began to slowly, rhymical, lap at her sex, sometimes flicking her clitoris with my tongue, other times nipping it between my teeth as I slowly began lifting Lisa towards another orgasm. I knew Lisa well enough to know exactly what she wanted from me. To lap at her sex until she reached orgasm would not be enough, nor good enough, for Lisa. No. I knew she liked it best when I licked her sex slowly, letting her arousal build and build until she was teetering on the very edge of her orgasm. Then I would stop, sometimes sucking her clitoris into my mouth and giving it a tiny nip with my teeth. That little bite would cause enough pain in her to stop her orgasm in its tracks. Then, as Lisa's passions cooled slightly, and her breathing became more even and normal, I would begin licking her again and building up to second, third and fourth edging which would have Lisa crying and whimpering; and begging me to give her the relief of an orgasm. I may well have been her slave in bondage, but I knew Lisa loved to be a slave to my tongue. So, I went to work on Lisa, licking her sex, letting my tongue dart inside of her and nibbling on her clitoris. Above me, I could hear Lisa moaning softly as her stocking-covered thighs pressed against the sides of my face. Several times I took Lisa close to the edge of her orgasm, feeling her thighs trembling against my cheeks as her breathing became rapid and uneven. And several times I stopped her from tipping over the edge. But then, after perhaps the fourth or fifth edging, Lisa suddenly grabbed my head and forced into her sex. "Give me my orgasm now bitch," she grunted breathlessly down at me. "Make me cum now bitch or I'm going to whip your arse. Now, give it to me." I redoubled my efforts, forcing my tongue between her tightening vulva then flicking it over her clitoris. Suddenly, her thighs wrapped around my neck and her hand forced my face even deeper into her sex and her orgasm burst over her. Lisa was shaking and trembling, her hips rock back and forth as she rubbed her sex over my face. I could hear her cry out loudly then she began grunting in an animalistic manner as she thrust her sex onto my face. Slowly, very slowly, Lisa orgasm began to subside. And, as it did, she lifted herself off my shoulders, taking her weight on her weakened legs. She was sighing softly, mewing almost in the afterglow of her orgasm but then, and very much muffled by her skirt that was still draped over me, I heard other sounds. For just a moment I thought I heard twigs snapping behind me. But, as Lisa shifted her position, she began crunching dead leaves underfoot. I heard the same sound as I moved my feet. Not that I could move them much in the confines of my bondage skirt. So, I dismissed the sounds from my mind. It was only when Lisa finally allowed me from under her skirt and helped me to my feet that I heard the sound of twigs snapping again. I turned towards the sound and caught a glimpse of what looked like a young couple hurrying away. I was shocked, horrified even. But then I heard Lisa softly clapping behind me and, as I turned back to her, she was smiling broadly. "You gave a perfect performance darling," Lisa giggled. "I am almost tempted to demand an encore." "You knew they were there?" "Not at first," Lisa smiled. "But, when I realized they were spying on us, I thought I'd give them something to remember. What do you think she'll be asking her boyfriend to do tonight sweetheart?" I didn't answer but allowed Lisa to take my bond arm as she led the way back to the car where once Lisa had me seated and fastened in by my seatbelt, she drove us home. If I had imagined that Lisa would release me at some point then I was very much mistaken. She hustled me through the door, down the short hallway and upstairs. Once in the bedroom, Lisa had stand facing the mirror; just so I could see for myself what I had become. So, there I stood, for several long moments, examining the reflection of the auburn- haired woman in the ultra-tight leather skirt and jacket. Turning my head a little, I could also get a good look at my new ear studs. And, glancing down, I got a better look at the ankle boots, with their impossibly high heels, that were locked onto my feet. At least the ankle boot gave me a shapely rear and more defined legs; though most of my legs were covered by the tight skirt. I truly had become Lisa's plaything. I was her slave, bond and helpless just as she wanted me to be. A cross-dressed, painted "gurl" that Lisa could play dress the dolly with, any time she wished. But, and it was a huge but, I didn't mind. I wanted to be with Lisa and, if this was the price to pay, then I was more than willing to pay. Besides, after examining myself carefully in the mirror, I have to say I looked kind of good. Ok, not knock-out gorgeous, I don't think I would have won any beauty contests. But I did make a very passable woman. Lisa finished looking through her shopping bags and, without showing me what she was holding, she came and stood in front of me with that evil little smile on her face. I didn't have to ask what, to know it was something I wasn't going to like. But then she began unfastening the pop- studs that held the jacket to the skirt. She reached behind me and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall from my waist. I stepped out of the skirt, glad to be rid of its restriction around my legs. But then, rather than release me from the jacket, Lisa pulled my panties down to my thighs and ordered me to sit. "I'm going to love seeing you in this," Lisa grinned, holding up the new steel chastity device for me to see. It could best be described as looking somewhat like a circumcised penis. A short, and a not too broad penis. Unlike the plastic device I had worn before this chastity device had a solid base ring that was shaped to more closely follow the shape of the body. Also, being a solid ring Lisa had to use a lot of lube to firstly pull my scrotum through the ring, and then carefully coax testicles through. More lube was needed to force my penis through the already tight ring but, once Lisa was happy, she pushed the ring so that it fits flush against my groin. Warning me not to get an erection, as it would be much worse for me if I did, Lisa lubricated both my penis and the inside of the chastity tube. Despite Lisa's warning I did begin to get an erection but she just ignored it and, none-to-gently, forced the tube over my penis. It felt really tight, too tight almost, but Lisa just kept on pushing it over my penis until I felt the head of my manhood suddenly pop past the slightly bulbous head of the tube. I saw the very tip of my manhood appear in the slit at the end of the chastity tube and felt Lisa press again as she fitted the tube into the base-ring. Unlike my other chastity device, there were no pins to line up. With this one, the whole upper part of the tube was a sort of guide that fits into the inside of the base-ring. In this way, the chastity tube actually compressed my penis and filled any loose space inside of the ring. With everything in place and lined up, Lisa slipped a strange-looking little lock inside of the base ring and withdrew the key. "There," she grinned triumphantly, "All save and sound." She stood up, pulling me to my feet and facing me towards the mirror. "Doesn't that look just wonderful sweety?" "It feels very tight," I protested weakly, but that just brought forth a short lecture from Lisa on how it was supposed to be tight, and how it was designed to prevent me "pulling out" and being naughty when she wasn't there. I did try to protest that I didn't do that, and the truth was, I didn't know you could, but Lisa just waved my comments away. Now I was all "secure" as Lisa put it, she unfastened the jacket and told me to hang it, and my new bondage skirt up in the wardrobe. While I did that Lisa was going through the bags again, telling me as she did, that she wanted me to wear one of my new outfits tonight. She knew I had to go home in the morning, to get things moving on my old place, but she wanted to see me as I was going to be, as her maid/slave. With that said, and after a short visit to the bathroom, Lisa handed me my dress of the night. She had picked out one of the very short, frilly French maid's dresses with the low-cut neckline that showed a lot of cleavage and an even shorter skirt that did nothing to hide my stocking tops. Then came the layered underskirts made out of stiff taffeta that held the skirt out and even higher than before. Now, when I turned and looked at myself in the mirror, even the back of my panties could be seen. A short white apron was next and this was tied in a big bow at the rear and pinned to my dress just above where my nipples were. What came next should have made me protest, but I could see Lisa was thrilled by what she was about to do and, honestly, so was I. Lisa held up a broad leather belt that had two lockable buckles on one end and several D-rings fixed to it. I was told to turn around and, as I did, Lisa passed the belt around my waist and fastened the buckles at the rear. Moments later I heard two, very distinctive clicks, and I knew the belt had been locked in place. Turning back to face Lisa she clipped another padlock to the D-ring on the front of the belt. From this, she hung a long chain that split into two at the bottom. This chain was secured to my belt by the padlock and then Lisa bobbed down to secure the two end chains to the ankle straps of my boot. My ankles were thus hobbled with only ten inches of movement allowed by the chains. Next a set on handcuffs with about twenty inches of chain between them. Lisa held her hand out and, without protest, I offered her my left wrist. She snapped the cuff around my wrist, feed the other cuff and chain through the D-ring and then repeated the process with my right wrist. In this way, by letting the chain run through the D-ring, I could reach things up to two feet away, but only by having my other hand pulled tight to my waist. Lisa stood back to admire her handiwork. She was grinning from ear to ear as she looked me up and down. "Dee sweetheart, you look just perfect," she cooed. "And just imagine what it will be like when you have to serve my guests dressed just as you are now." "Please, Miss Lisa. It's going to be difficult to serve anybody dressed and chained like this." "True," she said, the evil grin showing itself once more. "But it's what I want and if you don't behave yourself, I'll add your new ball gag. It's bigger than the one you've worn before and made from white rubber so it should look just divine with your glossy red lips stretched around it. Now, while I put the other things away, you go and make dinner. That orgasm before has made me rather peckish, so off you go. And Dee sweaty, seeing you dressed like that and helpless is making me quite horny, so no gag tonight as I will need your tongue several times I should imagine. To be continued.