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He woke up in the morning, another day, another hell. William did the tea thing, even seeing her sitting in bed, her boobs half uncovered didn't detract from his thoughts of the morning, it was only the man who seemed to be dominating his mind right now. Breakfast and clearing up was over all too soon and before he knew it, he was steeling himself as he made his way to the shed. He had devised a little plan however, he decided that he would carry the skirt in a bag and wear his shorts. No matter how awful they were they would be better than wearing the skirt through the woods again. He would stop and change just before he got to the car park, then the man couldn't say anything. He quickly changed his panties for her sexy ones then putting his shorts back on and with the skirt in a bag he headed out through the garden gate. As usual he hardly saw anyone, just a man with a dog from afar and no one else. He successfully got to the spot he had planned, then changed into the skirt, hiding his shorts in the bag behind a tree. Nervous now and very aware of the short skirt again, he headed into the picnic area, he looked around, all was quiet, his habitual need to pee at this time, was suddenly in his mind so he popped into the toilets, going into a cubicle to nervously sit and pee. He pulled up his panties, straightened the skirt and tiptoed out from the building, looking around cautiously as he did. The voice made him jump once again, he must have been hiding around at the side of the block. "Good morning baby girl, you look pretty today." The man was on him before he knew it, the kiss almost overpowering William quivered trying to push him off and failing, blushing a bright red as he did so. "Come along darling." Once again William found that the man had taken his hand and was holding it, leading him along as if he was a young girl, guiding him back along the same path into the dunes. They seemed to get to the clearing quicker this time. "Help me put the blanket down baby." The man pulled it from the bag, which seemed to be bulging this time. William shook the blanket out nervously, trying to hold the skirt down as he helped lay it on the ground, the growing nervous, hateful apprehension once again in his head. "Kneel baby." William took a deep breath, he just wanted to get this over and done with so he could get on with his life. "Now purse those pretty little lips baby." William was confused, but he did as the man said, he didn't want to risk further chastity. Suddenly there was a lipstick in the man's hand and holding William's chin he began to paint his lips with it. "Now that's much better baby." William felt odd, his lips heavy and sticky. The man put the lipstick away. "Now on your hands and knees baby." William nervously did as he was told. In seconds the man was behind him lifting his skirt. William, twisted round quickly, trying to move away. "Noo," he gasped fearfully. "Now! Aren't you going to be a good girl for daddy?" William whimpered in horrified capitulation and knelt again on his hands and knees, the man lifted his skirt again, rubbing his hands over his satin covered bottom, it made William quiver, it tickled, he hadn't felt anything like it before. "Mummy has such pretty panties hasn't she baby?" William just whimpered at the sensations going through him. Slowly the man pulled down his panties, his hand straying up between his legs to his chastity tube. William held his breath in suspense, ohhh thank god, thank god, he was finally going to have it taken off. "I've got some lovely little presents for you today baby." The man appeared to be doing something with the chastity device. Ohhh unlock it, unlock it, William couldn't wait to feel the freedom, but it didn't seem to be releasing, it hardly seemed to be changing at all. "There, now let's try that shall we baby?" The man leaned over him, pressing down against his back as he whispered in his ear. He showed him a small black box that he had in his hand and as William looked, he switched it on, slowly rotating a little knob. William suddenly felt vibrations going right into the underside of his imprisoned penis, it made him jump, squeak. "Ohhhhhh." He wriggled his legs, the gentle buzzing starting to tease him. The man began to rub his hand over William's bottom as he wriggled uncontrollably in front of him. The vibrations were slowly starting to drive William to distraction, he could hardly think straight anymore. At first he didn't really register or recognise the cool jell until it slipped over his little rosebud, it made him try to recoil, but then the tickling which followed, just added to the sensations buzzing through him. The man took his time, expertly teasing and gently manipulating, using the vibrations to keep William on an edge, distracting him from the process of slowly opening his rosebud. He used his fingers to soften him up, stopping at each sign of pained reaction until he knew William was ready. He used the steel butt plug then, opening him more, a little at a time as he gasped and whimpered, quivering to the strange unwanted feelings, blurred by the continual teasing arousals through his restricted wanton penis. When the butt plug finally popped in, the pain seemed to go, leaving him with a strange feeling of fullness and a confusing half need to go to the loo. The man looked with satisfaction at the twinkling pink Jewel nestling deep between William's cheeks, then patting his bum, before he gently pulled his panties back up. "Sit down here by me baby." His voice was soft, but his hands strong as they pulled William over making him sit by him. William groaned, the butt plug strange and uncomfortable, yet the tireless buzzing at his penis was sapping all his energy in its endless teasing. The man began kissing him then, snogging, kissing him as his hands roamed over William's body, his fingers finding, pulling and pinching William's nipples as William whimpered and moaned. The man's tongue pushing into William's mouth as he ravished the quivering young man, taking full advantage of him. The maddening vibrations were all that William could think about, he couldn't fight or push him away, his penis was just begging for the climax that he'd been denied over the last few days. The sound of a mobile text message stopped the man. He looked at his phone and quickly replied to it. "I have to go in a moment baby." He got up and reaching for his carrier bag again, he pulled a childish handbag from it, showing William as he opened it. "You will need your handbag baby." Then he told William what was in it, showing him each item as he told him. "A little pack of tissues, all little girls need tissues, don't they? Some KYGel, you'll need that for tomorrow morning baby. Some perfume, little girls like to smell nice, don't they?" Then he dropped the lipstick in the handbag too. "We mustn't forget your lipstick too baby eh?" William stared unthinking and confused at the bag as it was pushed into his hand. "You must be a good girl tomorrow mustn't you, after all do you want daddy to take that off or don't you?" The man smiled, but William was confused, hardly concentrating on what he had said, the vibrations still driving him crazy. "You will wear your pretty skirt again tomorrow, but I want you to wear different pretty panties next time and I want you to wear your sexy little plug too, that's why you have the KYGel in your handbag." He paused waiting for a reaction, but William was still quivering. "Your lovely little buzzing toy is remote controlled and it works up to a distance of 25 metres so you will know when I'm close to you won't you?" He grinned slightly evilly. "Now I must run, bye baby girl, I'll see you tomorrow." The man kissed him again and he was gone before William could even think. The buzzing still kept teasing William, though and he just sat there moaning softly to himself, trying to find a way to rub himself through his panties, until all of a sudden it stopped, leaving him frustrated and exhausted. He didn't know how long that he sat there on the rug, it seemed like an age before he felt able to move, but finally he tottered to his feet. He looked about him, blindly confused, the picnic blanket was there, as was the handbag. Something inside him told him to pick up the blanket and he folded it with barely a thought, his mind quite numb. Looking around he saw a plastic bag, a small carrier, somehow it looked familiar, but his head was so woolly he couldn't think, he just stuffed the blanket into it. He was even more confused as he did so, it obviously wasn't the bag the man had taken it out of as he had only just managed to stuff it into it. The handbag was all that was left, it was very, little girly, pink with teddy pictures and flowers on it, with a long pink shoulder strap. Though he didn't want to, William couldn't just leave it, he felt that he had to pick it up and he did so, holding it clumsily in his hand, before slipping the strap over his head so that it dangled childishly to his side. He stood there, holding the carrier bag, looking around again, unthinking, his head still confused. The sound of children laughing suddenly shook him into reality and he took off nearly running in his sudden panic. Near the picnic area he quickly ducked across behind a sand dune and through the thicket into the woods where he paused to catch his breath and to see if he had been seen. He could see through the trees that a woman was sitting on one of the picnic benches watching two little girls laughing and playing. She'd not seen him thank goodness and he hurried onwards, heading back to the copse where he'd left his shorts and where he planned to hide the blanket. It wasn't far, yet when he got there, he was panting physically and emotionally exhausted. William rushed round to the hiding spot behind an old tree, but to his complete shock and dismay, there was no bag there. He looked about himself a feeling of panic growing inside him, he must have been wrong, this must be the wrong place, but as he searched he knew it wasn't. Somebody had taken it! His brain was like mush, his thoughts working slowly like wading through thick treacle. There were no alternatives, he'd have to walk back home like this again, but what about when he got there. He would have to try to sneak into the house and run upstairs to change before his mother saw him. One glance at his watch told him that he didn't have much time before she'd begin to wonder where he was. He took a deep breath and headed off as fast as he could, the butt plug a continual pressured reminder, making him wiggle as he walked and giving him an odd mixture of feelings as he tottered along. He got to the garden gate quicker than he expected and going through it in mounting nervousness, he quickly slipped into the garden shed. Dumping the picnic blanket under the bench he searched around for something, anything to wear instead of the skirt, but there was nothing. He knew that there wouldn't be anything all along, yet still he looked, until in the end, his only plan was to sneak into the house and up to his bedroom without her knowing. He tiptoed out of the shed across to the back door of the house, quietly opening the door and soundlessly going into the utility room. Literally on his tiptoes he went through into the kitchen heading for the hallway. It wasn't so much her appearance that made him jump out of his skin, but her voice. "What the hell are you wearing?" She was behind the door. He could have died; it was as if all the world had come down on top of him. "Since when have you been wearing a skirt? I knew you'd been keeping something from me." Her hands were on her hips, her voice strident. William, his face aflame, his whole-body trembling in unbounded humiliation, finally found some stuttered words. "I, I had to Mum, I, I lost my sh shorts," he foolishly blurted. "Complete nonsense you little liar, lost my shorts! What utter rubbish, I hate liars and you know what I do to liars." She closed the door behind her as she spoke, the crop suddenly visible in her hand. William's panicked embarrassment added to his sheer humiliation and he tried babbling an unconvincing story which she sneered at. "You dirty little liar, why don't you just admit to me you like being dressed like that, then I'd be more likely to believe you. Why don't you just tell me that you like wearing skirts." She paused as if waiting for his reply, but he stood there the abject embarrassment leaving him only stuttering nervously. "No." She paused again looking at him in intense criticism. "If you won't admit it then you'd better get over the table, you know what you have to do, I won't have lies in my house." The crop cracked as she slapped it against the table top making him jump again. William whimpered in humiliation, yet it seemed as if his little penis was suddenly buzzing once again, it was impossible, he knew it was impossible, yet it felt as if that dreadful tickling teasing was possessing him all over again. The man wasn't there with his evil machine, so it couldn't possibly be that, he could only assume that this humiliation by his mother was causing him to get excited like this. After all it wasn't the first time he'd been excited by her. He bent over the table, his upper body lying flat on it, his hands reached over to grip the far edges in the position that he knew she expected. "I'm going to spank you, you little liar until you finally admit to me how much you like wearing skirts." She lifted the back of his skirt as she spoke. Then there was a terrible pause before she suddenly let out an angry exclamation. "You're wearing my panties! You dirty little thief. You've been rummaging in my drawers and stealing my panties." William's embarrassment knew no bounds, he was in abject humiliation already, but now this additional discovery sent him in a downward spiral to depths he'd never ever felt before. Her hand was sliding over his panty clad bum as she spoke, the touch only increasing the sensations and inward arousal that blended with his humiliation in his brain, completely confusing him, a total submissiveness growing inside him. As ever her hand was replaced by the flat soft leather of the end of her crop and as ever she teased him with it before the first little flick. She carefully followed Mary's instructions, it excited her immensely doing this, in fact the whole thing excited her intensely, more than she ever thought possible, but she was no sadist. Her enjoyment was not to create awful pain, but more to tease him into submission with her stinging little strikes, the little remote control in her pocket now adding a thrilling new dimension to that. There would be no breaking of skin, more of a creation of a heated redness, making his stinging bum a reminder of her throughout the rest of his day. Heavy arm action didn't excite her, little wicked flicks of her wrist was all that was necessary to make him squirm and quiver. The first few, were random over his soft plump cheeks, they made him squeak, his buttocks clenching at the feel, his cheeks tensing, tightening and in turn pulling the plug further into him. She smiled to herself seeing his reactions before turning the remote that was in her pocket, up an extra notch then beginning her slow rhythmic strokes. William's whole body was quivering with the mixture of sensations, his little penis buzzing madly with the unstoppable tickling of the tiny bullet vibrator, his bum hot and twitching to her teasing stinging little strokes each one now causing the butt plug to plunge back and for inside him. She spoke as she flicked her crop, her voice clouded by her own aroused panting. "I hate thieves and liars, I will not have it, apologise to me for stealing my panties, apologise." William was half moaning in his confused arousal. "I, I, I'm, ohh, ohh, I'm sorry mummy, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, ohh mummy I'm sorry.." She slowed down a little the strokes becoming even more of a tease, she was wet between her legs. "And what about your lies?" she panted. "Admit it, you like wearing skirts, don't you? Admit it." William was out of control, the mixed sensations dominating his mind, suddenly he loved her, suddenly he felt he'd do anything for her. She was repeating herself as she flicked the crop against his hot buzzing bottom. "Admit it, you like wearing skirts don't you? Admit it now." He was lost, he couldn't control himself. "Yess, yess Mummy yess." "Yes what? Tell me, admit it." "I like wearing skirts mummy, I like wearing skirts." He blurted the words out without thinking, he felt so aroused. She smiled to herself. "You love wearing skirts don't you, you love wearing skirts and panties." He felt so close to his climax, in an erotic mist, his submissive words driving him closer. "I love wearing skirts and panties mummy, I love wearing them, I love wearing them." Her smile widened further. "Yes I know you do, you're a little sissy aren't you?" He whimpered his eyes closed he felt so close to coming. She turned down the controller until the little bullet was barely vibrating. "You're a little sissy aren't you?" she hissed. He was desperate to cum now, desperate for that denied climax. "Ysss, yss." He panted. "Admit it, tell me properly, tell me you're a sissy." He was still panting urging himself against the tickling. "I, I, I'm a a sissy mummy, I, I'm a little sissy." Her smile was wide and devious. "Yes I know you are and we'll have to choose a sissy name for you won't we? You're mummy's little sissy aren't you?" She gave him one last flick with her crop, aimed almost between his cheeks, driving the twinkling ruby of the plug that she knew was there, deep between them. He whimpered softly, the thrust almost driving him over the top. "Yess mummy." His whole body quivering submissively as he said it. She stood back then, leaving her crop on the table beside him. "Straighten your skirt sissy, then put on your pinny and make me a coffee, I'll have to have an early lunch today as it now looks like I have to make an unplanned shopping trip." She strode off arrogantly, leaving him quivering, red faced and damp eyed as he straightened the hated skirt. The painfully frilly pinny was folded on the kitchen table, just beside the evil crop that she'd left there, as if it was a reminder, it was almost as if she'd planned it all. Trembling he tied the apron around his waist then, with a monumental effort to regain some self control, he set too making her coffee. Slowly his arousals subsided and his head began to clear. How could this have happened, how could he have let himself be put in this position. How could he have let himself get caught by his mother wearing that dam skirt. Bringing her coffee through into the conservatory, he could see that she was texting on her phone again. She looked up as he arrived and stopped texting, pointing the phone at him, a victorious smirk on her face. "I'll have a salad for lunch at twelve, my friend has agreed to pick me up at one. When I'm out, I want you to give the conservatory a good clean. Tidy up everything first, you'll have to move the furniture to do it. "She pointed up around the plastic roof joists and cross beams. "You can see there's mould, dust and cobwebs everywhere, get the cleaning things from the utility with plenty of hot water. Work your way down, wash the floor last, then give it all a polish when it's dry. I couldn't imagine what any of my friends would say when they come to visit, seeing it as it is now, I expect to see it gleaming when I get back. You can tidy the bedrooms and make the beds when the floor is drying. We'll have spaghetti Bolognese for dinner. When you make the Bolognese put it in the slow cooker to finish it off, then I won't have to rush, you can do the spaghetti when I'm back." She paused, looking him up and down a second. "I expect to see you dressed exactly as you are when I return, don't even think about changing anything sissy." It seemed a never ending list of things to William, yet his little penis somehow buzzed in its prison as she spoke, it made him excited inside with a stupidly submissive feeling of wanting to please her. The plug was a constant reminder, a discomfort, yet it curiously fed his submissiveness, though he was desperate to remove it. She didn't give him any chance of that, however, until after she'd eaten the salad he'd had to prepare for her and she had finally left. She had answered the ring of the front door bell as he cringed, hiding in the pantry, praying she wouldn't make him come out to meet her friend, he knew he couldn't face that humiliation. It was only when she'd gone that he realised how much work she'd given him to do, it gave him almost no time for himself, but he had to, he just had to, to take the plug out. He listened a second to make sure she had gone then he rushed upstairs in his hurry to finally get a chance to wriggle the evil butt plug from himself. It was a painfully uncomfortable experience, yet when it was finally out and lying in the basin filled with hot water, he sat on the loo with an odd feeling of loss, a spasming open emptiness confusing him. He looked at the plug, the pink jewelled end twinkling in the water and his little penis pulsed stupidly in its cell, twisting his mind as he even considered replacing it. He tried to ignore it then and pull himself together, pulling up his mother's panties only adding to his perplexity. He would dearly have liked to have changed his clothes there and then, but he knew how his mother would react on her return, to discover what he'd done. He knew that he couldn't face another chiding from her today, yet the thought stupidly made his little penis to once again tingle in its restraint. The work did take his mind off things however with him under pressure and rushing to get all his jobs done as the afternoon wore on. Her sudden return appearance made him jump in nervous surprise, where had the time gone? She was all smiles, she had obviously had a good afternoon and she seemed pleased to see that he had done all his chores. "I'm glad to see you are still dressed my little sissy and I'm very pleased to see that you've done all your chores, obviously a little light discipline and wearing the right clothes makes you work much more diligently, perhaps we should do that much more regularly." She had a smug look on her face as she spoke, taking in his reactions to her words. "I'll have dinner after I've had my shower, then we can look at my purchases." With that she carried several large carrier bags into the conservatory, leaving them there before disappearing up the stairs. She returned to the dining room half an hour later, this time she was wearing an even skimpier translucent neglig?e over a tiny black completely see through nightie. William had the dinner all ready, the wine cooled on the table, the dishes brought out as she arrived. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, glimpses of her barely covered flesh peeping through her thin clothing exciting him beyond belief. Once again she ate in silence her attention focussed on her mobile phone on which she was constantly replying to texts. William sat quietly too, still embarrassed to be dressed this way in front of her, but he was stupidly aroused too at her sexy appearance. She stood when she'd finished, picking up her glass of wine. "When you've cleared up come into the conservatory." She walked arrogantly away from him, the curve of her buttocks a teasing movement that attracted his eye and made his little penis tingle yearningly once again. He did as he was told, filling the dishwasher and tidying the kitchen before joining her in the conservatory. She was sitting in her usual chair sipping her wine, her mobile phone on her lap, several bulging carrier bags beside her. "Ah, there you are sissy, take off your pinny and let's have a chat." He blushed at her words but took the pinny off anyway, placing it carefully over the back of one of the chairs before standing facing her, a buzzing embarrassment coursing through him.. "I told you I was going to think of a new name for you, after all your name isn't appropriate for a skirt wearing sissy, is it?" She didn't give him a chance to reply, though he was open mouthed trying to speak, whilst blushing deeply in embarrassment "Your father chose your old name for you, registering it behind my back, much to my anger and annoyance, now it's my turn without his interference. I've been thinking about it and discussing it with my friend all afternoon and I've finally come up with one which I think is much more suitable for you." William, was burning in his humiliation, how could she have discussed such a thing with one of her friends, he tried to speak once again, but he could see something in her eyes which stopped him. "I've decided that your name is going to be Amanda, Mandy for short." She paused again, waiting to see his reaction. "But, but, please, please Mum no, please, I, I, it's all a a mistake, I didn't......" She interrupted him before he could stutter on. "Go and get my crop from the kitchen table sissy. Quick about it." The teasing throbbing somehow started again at the head of his little penis making him whimper and wriggle his legs together as he almost ran to the kitchen. He gave it to her, his hand trembling as much as his penis. She took it from him and slid her hand up and down it. "You admitted to me this morning that you are a sissy and love wearing skirts, now I've decided on your new name, my mind is made up, I shall be applying to change your certified name tomorrow and your new name is Amanda. Do you understand Amanda?" She waggled the crop at him. "But, but, ..." His eyes felt wet, his face bright red, the slight increase in vibrations at the head of his little penis immediately had an effect an arousal growing deep in his tummy. "Y, Ys Mum." "And that's another thing, from now on you will always call me Mummy, none of this Mum stuff, I know you love to call me Mummy, so let's get that out in the open too, understand Amanda?" He nodded in flushed nervousness, the vibrations at his entrapped penis robbing him of his voice. "Good, now that that is settled Amanda, let's look at our lovely purchases. When I discovered that you were a sissy I realised that you didn't have any really appropriate clothing. After all you must have been quite frustrated, I wish that you'd told me before, but never mind, we have all the time in the world to catch up haven't we?" He just stared at her in a mixture of horror and yet a slowly developing unwanted arousal. What the hell had that man got him into, but she seemed to be almost excited by what she was doing, more than he'd ever seen her before, it was as if she was loving it. It was crazy. How on earth could he convince her it was all a big mistake. The confusion grew again in his head, fuelled by the tiny bullet vibrator. Well it wasn't exactly a mistake, it wasn't actually a mistake at all, how could he possibly tell her that he'd been befriended by a man and what the man had made him do, well, what he'd stupidly allowed him, to do. She opened the first bag. "The charity shop that I told you about were most helpful, they agreed to do a job lot and I bought all their skirts in your size." She was pulling skirt after skirt out from the bag, laying each on the coffee table as she did so. "Here try this one on Amanda, I thought that this was really you." She passed william, Amanda, a blue skirt with white stripes on it. "Come on." William, Amanda, that is, undid the skirt he was wearing and turning his back to her bent forward sliding it down his legs. He was somehow aware that she was looking at his bottom, still clad in her panties, he could almost feel her eyes burning through them.Stepping out of it the skirt he placed it on the chair with his pinny. He took the new skirt that she was proffering to him and with trembling fingers and a lead lump in his heart he stepped into it and began to pull it up. It had a wide waistband and the top fell straight for a couple of inches before it opened into a pleated flare, he pulled it up to his waist, it fitted easily and he buttoned it, pulling up the zip after. It was then he realised that this was a micro miniskirt, the hem caressing the tops of his thighs, barely concealing her panties that he was wearing, each movement he made making it flick up showing glimpses of them. "Perfect it's perfect, don't you just love it Amanda?" "Pplease Mum, umm Mummy, it's, umm, it's so, so....... short." He really wanted to tell her that he hated it, hated everything, tell her she's had her fun embarrassing him, he'd learnt his lesson, now please stop it, but he lacked the courage to annoy her and the little vibrator was more than distracting, it was if anything feeding his submissiveness. "Yes, and?" She looked at him waiting for him to argue, but he couldn't find the words, the buzzing making him whimper. "Sissies like to look slutty, Amanda, you'll have to learn these things." Her smile was pure evil. The last skirt out of her bag was a skin tight red faux Latex pelmet. "This one will be absolutely you Amanda, I'm sure you're dying to try it on already." He cringed at the sight of it. "Well come on, what are you waiting for sissy." He reluctantly took off the blue and white skirt that he was wearing and unwillingly reached over for it. Stepping into it he pulled it up his legs, it clung tightly to him as he did so. Buttoning the waistband and zipping it up, the stretchy material enclosed him tightly, moulding itself to him. Every curve of his bottom seemed enhanced by it, the smooth shining liquid latex gleaming over his curves. It was a completely slutish 'come and get me' skirt, what a girl out for men would wear and it screamed sex. She was smiling almost gleefully. "I bet you can't wait to wear that one out for your walk Amanda?" "Oh my god n, noo, noo, I I couldn't, mum, uh mummy." His face was beetroot, the humiliation burning into his very soul. She picked up the crop again, swishing it about in the air a few times. "I bet you can't wait to wear that one out for your walk Amanda?" Her face was set hard, her fingers in her pocket, turning up the level on the remote control. The combination of the increased buzzing vibrations directly on the head of his little penis and the sexually explosive sight of her swishing her crop was too much for him and he capitulated again. "YYes Mummy," he gasped. "Yes what Mummy, Amanda?" He was almost panting now, the vibrations making him wriggle in the skin tight latex skirt. "YYess, yess, I, I love it, mummy, I, I, can't wait to, to, wear it out for a walk Mummy." He panted out the words in an emotional high, almost coming as he said them. She smiled wickedly, unable to hide her victorious glee. "Good girl sissy, now let's see what else I've managed to get you, you are such a lucky sissy." She laid her crop down on the floor again, turning down the vibrator remote in her pocket too, then she picked up the next bag and pulled a garment from it. It was black, William was confused by it at first, it wasn't a skirt, what the hell had she bought him now? She shook it out, holding it up in her hands and the realisation suddenly dawned on him. It was a black dress, he was aghast, he couldn't believe it, surely she didn't expect him to wear this, she was going to far now, a skirt was bad enough but a dress! "Come along, try it on Amanda, I was very lucky to get it, I hope you appreciate that." There was a pained expression on William's face. "But, but, mum, umm Mummy, it's,, it's a dress, I, I can't wear a a dress." She took a deep breath and began as if she was explaining to a little child. "Amanda, you are a sissy, you told me so this morning, you love wearing skirts, you said so, but you can't wear skirts all the time Amanda, there are times when you have to wear a dress. You have chores to do and you need to wear appropriate clothing when you do them, don't you?" He didn't know what to say, he felt trapped, cornered and yet as he looked at her, sat there in her oh so revealing night things his little penis still tingled madly for her. "Now try it on, I really hope it fits, it was the only one in the shop." She held it there for him as she spoke. "I know you don't want to take your pretty skirt off, but you have to for now, you can wear it again tomorrow." She was in charge directing him, enjoying herself as she played with his submissive humiliation. He wriggled out of the skin tight skirt, then stupidly, he carefully laid it on the table. "Now your top, come along Amanda, we'll be here all night at this rate." William nervously slipped his top off and placed it with the skirt, leaving him standing there only in her panties, feeling totally embarrassed. "Here you are try it on to see if it fits first." She handed the dress to him and he reluctantly took it from her. There was a zip at the back and it was down, he'd watched his mother put on a dress many times, so he knew roughly what he had to do, he reluctantly stepped into it pulling it up then he slipped his arms through the short sleeves. She stood up, turning him around and adjusting it just off his shoulders then zipping it up at the back. William's humiliation grew and grew, the dress was made of some sort of shiny black material, it was extremely short with capped sleeves and an elasticated loop neckline, there was a belt at the waist with the skirt part, highly flared. "Good, good, it fits you just right, let's get it off now and sort out the proper underwear to go with it." She was unzipping it again as she spoke. Proper underwear! Williams eyes nearly popped out of his head as she said it, the dress falling to the floor at his feet. He felt that he couldn't take any more of this, this was torture, mental cruelty, but his little penis appeared to have a mind of its own and it pulsed irrationally as she continued. She went back to the bag and began pulling out various random underwear all appearing to be shiny satin, lace or nylon. The pile of underwear grew on the coffee table until she appeared to find the thing she was looking for. It looked strange to his eyes, he'd never seen anything like it before. It soon became apparent that it was a waist petticoat, but such an odd one! It had a few layers of lace under it and it stuck out in a starched fullness. "There put this on Amanda." Her words were orders, her demeanour fiercely assertive, they left no room to question or argue. He took it from her and hesitantly stepped into it, pulling it up over the panties, to his waist where it clung. The top layer stuck out almost horizontally like a ballet tutu, revealing yet ludicrously clothing him too. Whilst he was quivering, putting it on in abject humiliation, she was still taking underwear from the bag, then with an evil smile she found what she wanted and held out another item to him. It was a padded bra. He broke from his humiliating reverie and noticed what she had in her hand. "Oh my god, oh no Mummy, no p please, please, no, please Mummy, don't make me wear a, a b bra.." He felt tearful but his emotions were twisting the feelings inside him too, in a mad way this continually increasing humiliation was making his ever buzzing little penis struggle to twitch madly in its prison. "Yes you are going to wear a bra Amanda, you little sissy. From now on I'm going to always make sure you wear the things a sissy should wear and I'll have no damn arguments from you girl." She hissed the aggressive retort that made him step back in fear. She shook the bra at him and in horror and with a trembling hand, he took it from her. She instructed him how to put it on, fastening it back to front around him, before turning it around, slipping his arms into the straps and lifting it into place on his chest. It felt so odd it made him feel quite submissive and very strange, the padded cups giving him the appearance of small breasts. "Now let's try your dress on you again." She helped him as she knew that he was in an almost useless emotional state. Again she zipped up the back, she didn't clip the little padlock in place, that was something for tomorrow. She adjusted the top so that the elastic just clung to the tops of his arms off his shoulders and she straightened the flared skirt part so that it rested on the petticoat, sticking out nearly horizontally from his waist. "There, now give me a twirl Amanda." With his face burning bright red in his complete humiliation, he haltingly did as he was told. "That's lovely Amanda, now just a minute, let's add the important bit." He could hardly move, he just stood there in confused humiliation, his feet glued to the floor. She picked up his pinny from the back of the chair where he had put it and tied it around his waist, straightening it over the flared dress. "I found some shoes in the charity shop, you've small feet so they should fit you." She produced a pair of black kitten heel shoes from the next bag. "Come along let's get those sandals off, get these on." He allowed her to help him put the shoes on, he was still mesmerised by the total embarrassment of it all, everything seemed to be one horrible humiliating blur. She sat back down then. "Give me a twirl again Amanda." He tottered round, the heels feeling strange, the whole outfit disturbing him immensely. "Good, good, that's very satisfactory. Now you understand Amanda, this is your work uniform you're wearing. I'm fed up with seeing you do your chores in your everyday clothes, so from now on when you come back from your walk I will expect you to change into these things. When your father was alive I told him I wanted a maid and we had arguments about it, he said we couldn't afford it. Well now he is gone and as you've admitted to me that you are a sissy and like to dress this way, and as you do the housework, I've decided that you are going to be my maid. Do you understand Amanda?" William paled, he almost felt faint, what was she saying? Surely it was all a joke or a punishment even, for losing his shorts and coming home wearing a skirt. She opened her legs slightly, her thin gown opening revealing her translucent, obviously moist panties. His eyes were immediately drawn there, her fingers in her pocket, again adjusting the level of the vibrating bullet and once again sending teasing waves of vibrations to the head of his little imprisoned penis. He whimpered softly, and she could see him rubbing his legs together in a desperate yearning for relief. "Are you going to thank me and kiss me Amanda." She opened her legs wider, giving him a glimpse of her sex. He was beginning to pant again, the confusion and arousal growing. "Ohhh, Y, y, yess Mummy," he whimpered. "Tell me how much you love your uniform Amanda." Her voice was soft yet assertive and she opened her legs wider still. The buzzing at his little penis was clouding his thoughts and he was almost dribbling looking at her barely covered sex. "Tell me Amanda, tell me." It was almost hypnotic. "I, I, I love m, my uniform Mummy," he gasped, his penis throbbing madly as he said it. "You want to be Mummy's little maid don't you Amanda?" Her hand slid down over her erect and throbbing clitoris. His panting was quicker, he was unable to drag his eyes from her sex. "Don't you Amanda?" "Yess, I, I want to be Mummy's little maid, Mummy." "You want to be Mummy's little sissy maid don't you Amanda?" He was lost, his mind lost, as he watched her trace her finger tip over her clitoris. "Ye, yess, Mummy, yess, I, I, want to be Mummy's little sissy maid Mummy." He panted unaware of the evil look on her face. She turned the vibrations up a little more, watching his reactions, playing him like an instrument. "I, I, love you Mummy, I love you," he whimpered. "Yes you do Amanda and you're going to be a good obedient little girl aren't you Amanda?" She was tickling her clitoris as she spoke. "Yess Mummy yess." He didn't know what he was saying, his eyes following every movement of her finger. "You are going to dress up pretty for your walk tomorrow morning aren't you Amanda?" "Y y yess Mummy." It felt as if she was stroking his little penis as he watched her stroke her clitoris, it was driving him wild. "You want Mummy to help you choose some pretty things to wear tomorrow don't you?" Her fingers were quickening over her clitoris, her panties obviously wet, her wetness revealing her sex even more. He was wriggling his legs together in front of her, his little penis tight in its prison, throbbing, yearning. "Yess, yess ohhh yess please Mummy yess please." She was smiling to herself in wicked delight. "You want to look pretty for your Daddy tomorrow don't you Amanda?" William wasn't thinking, he was hardly listening, he was so close to coming, his eyes glued to her wet sex. "Yess ohhh Mummy yes oh yesss." "Tell me Amanda, tell me baby." Her fingers were moving in a blur she was so aroused now. He was gasping and whimpering desperate to finally get to his climax yet being held just short of it by her careful variations of control. "Yess, yesss, ohh Mummy yess, I, I, so want to look pretty for Daddy tomorrow Mummy." He blurted it out before he could think what he was saying, he just wanted to cum. "Do you want to give me a thank you kiss Amanda?" She turned the bullet off completely leaving him on a precipice desperate for his conclusion. He was panting, yearning, wanting. "Yess, yess, please, please, ohhh yess please Mummy." "You know what to do Amanda, on your knees girl." He didn't need to be told twice he immediately dropped to his knees. Closing her legs she pushed her toes towards him and gasping he spread his own legs for her to stretch hers out, sliding her feet between his knees. "Come along Amanda, I'm waiting." He opened his legs further apart sliding himself forward straddling hers until once again his panty clad chastity was resting against her. "Hands!" She warned and with a gasp he put his hands behind him. He leaned forward again, her hands controlling him, his chastity slipping against her wet panties, his little tube touching her clit through them. She wriggled beneath him before she spoke again. "Thank me then Amanda." He could barely speak in his emotional state, babbling the words. "Thank you Mummy, thank you, thank you." She suppressed her own gasp, having another mini climax as she moved against the stiff little tube in her arousal before holding her cheek out to him. He kissed her reverently, he would so much have wanted to kiss her properly on the lips, but it was not to be. She pushed him back then. "Alright girl, bring all your new things up to your bedroom and put them away before you go to bed." With that she reached for her mobile phone once more, beginning to text almost immediately, William realised that he was now frustratingly dismissed and in his emotional high collected all the feminine things and bit by bit brought them up the stairs to his room.