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Going Deeper - Part 2 Note from Author - Thank you to all who have read Part 1 and for those who have taken the time to review it. Your comments are extremely encouraging and useful. I am new to this and clearly one or two minor grammatical errors, typos etc... may have slipped through! I can't promise there won't be one or two more here, but fingers crossed this instalment will be a little tidier. Please feel free to leave feedback if you enjoy this read and in this current climate, maybe a little bit of 'escapism' will do us all some good. Stay safe. ...My whole body shook as I could see Sarah's name come up on my screen! I could feel my body tremble and my pulse quicken as I tentatively answered the phone. Sarah's voice was formal, clear and precise. Going straight to the point she told me that although I was technically her first choice, the second applicant was a very close runner up and that he had surprised her by willingly offering himself to not only to be her secretary her for next week, but he could be available to serve her in whatever role she desired for whole of the coming weekend. As such she wanted to give me the option of 'upping my game' and showing my commitment to at least match his! Although she admitted it was a sudden change of plans, she wasted no time in reminding me that I had already told her that I was free that weekend and that making any final decisions were clearly open to what candidates were prepared to offer. "Call it a buyers' market..." she said, adding, "...and as I'm the one buying!" clearly leaving that comment hanging. "There's no pressure of course..." she said, "...but I suppose I could try him out first to see how that goes?" No pressure! Suddenly and very intentionally she'd placed the ball very much in my court and of course the pressure on me had now been well and truly cranked up! But of course there was no other applicant and at that point I was her only candidate and her only choice, only I didn't know that and this was her gamble! Leaving me just enough time to dwell on the possibility of this chance slipping through my fingers, she added, "I sort of need an answer Chrissie..." she said, saying "...and of course, a weekend of service would be a great chance for me to see you in your lovely uniforms!" Again, dropping in the perfect 'bait' as it were and she was hoping that I couldn't possibly refuse? With seconds passing, she then threw in her hook to hopefully snare me "You can say no, but for obvious reasons I will have to consider my options!" she said, pausing yet again before adding, "But you'll understand Chrissie that this is quite a desirable position that I'm offering and I do want to make sure I've made the right decision!" Knowing that a response was expected, I was aware that the clock was ticking before I heard myself agreeing to this new request. I had no real idea what the heck I was letting myself in for, but deep down I knew I would probably say yes all along. I was aware that I was losing all sense of control and self direction on what lay ahead and that should have scared the living daylights out of me, but... I loved it and I wanted it! I knew all of this was getting far bigger than I could ever have imagined. How had this happened? I mean this was now going to be the whole weekend with me now dressed before her as her maid and in those uniforms, followed by two further days as her secretary! Things were spiralling out of my control, in fact; they were almost in free fall at that point! Yes it was exciting, but petrifying at the same time. I could hardly believe the whole day that I already gone through, only to have this new twist thrown into the equation. Common sense seemed to fly out of the window and I found myself wanting to be carried along this amazingly scary, yet thrilling ride. Snapping back, I heard her voice saying, "Thank you Chrissie, I really appreciate this. It does mean a lot to me and I know that none of this was planned, but..." She sighed. "...I really would love to see you in those uniforms and you have told enough times that the thought of serving as a maid is and always was one of your biggest fantasies..." she said, adding, "...and I would rather give you the first shot at this if I'm honest". To be honest at that point Sarah probably could have suggested anything to me and I would have probably agreed to do it. Not once did I wonder if what she was saying was true about the 'other' applicant, it didn't even cross my mind to be honest, but equally it really didn't matter. I was lost in her and she knew it. Telling me to listen carefully, she quickly outlined what I was to do. I was to remain fully dressed as I had been that day. I was told to remove my plug as a priority, to clean it thoroughly and place it on charge, "The time I'm giving you will ensure it'll be fully charged" she said. I didn't question how she could have known that, but she had done her homework and she knew far more than I realised. I was then told to ensure that no beard growth had come through, suggesting that I take a close shave and that my makeup should be perfectly reapplied etc... "Nothing over the top, but to your highest standard Chrissie," she said. Then I was to pack bags with enough clothes, outerwear and underwear. Including a coat and or jackets, makeup, wash kit, tooth brush, nightwear, jewellery and both of my uniforms, along with all of their paraphernalia! I was ensure that I had enough office style attire for at least two full days at her office next week, along and any small personal items that I might require to be 'Chrissie'. Most importantly I was to ensure that I had nothing 'male' with me! On listening to her it dawned on me when she mentioned bringing nightwear and a tooth brush that I was clearly expected to stay over and fully 'in role'! Again, I hadn't even considered that when she mentioned serving her for the whole of the weekend. Perhaps it should have been obvious? But either way I was now committed! She was going to give me two hours to prepare fully and that I was to be ready to present her with my chastity key for her the moment she walked through my door. "Of course young lady..." she said, "...this is where you'll need to tell me your address!" Up until that point, her not knowing my address was I suppose my safety net. It was my refuge and one last 'get out of jail card' as it were. But of course she needed it and there I was giving it to her! Only afterwards it hit me that I should have suggested meeting her at her office! After all why not? I could have met her there with my bags and still gone off with her house for the weekend? But I hadn't. Why had I given her my address? I had thrown away one of the few remaining degrees of control that I had in this rapidly spiralling situation. Leaving me with perhaps the only last real modicum of control that I owned - choice! At least I still had choice. But did I want to voice it? At that point I refused to allow my mind to go there; I didn't want to hear that I could have any choice. I was actively allowing myself to believe that I had to comply and do exactly as she said and by doing so I was going further and further out of my depth. It was as if I could see the life belt, but I didn't want to reach for it. I couldn't say it, I wanted to be stuck. I didn't want the responsibilities of having deal with that, except to let all of this just happen. All of this in turn fired off surges of eroticism within me like never before. Those sensations took two paths, one to my caged and by now almost permanently swelling member held firmly and unrelentingly within the confines hidden below. The other path was to my brain and that felt as if it had been scrambled right now! Almost as if I was clouded in a fog that had descended and blocked any view. A sweet smelling delectable fog that took away any exit routes for me. I didn't want to question this and scarily I didn't want to be consulted. I guess I had no idea where any of this might go? A part of me wanted to know; after all surely that was common sense? But a bigger part of me didn't! The unknown was a powerful aphrodisiac and by leaving detail out, the void was quickly filled with desire, lust and fantasy! All I knew was that my submissive side was winning. Somehow the psychology behind it didn't matter, though I'm sure a psychologist would have had a field day with my state of mind. For me feminisation was my bondage, it had been for years and I was bound up so tightly and so very very contently. Little did I know, but Sarah was also taking bigger steps than ever before. Despite relishing every moment of her new found dominance, she was convinced that my refusal would surely be around the next corner. Yet there was no sign of me saying no! Every act of my compliance was slowly but surely empowering her. It was as if the mains switch had been suddenly turned on and pulses of high voltage power were now pumping through her veins. She did have some experience with a submissive cross dresser a year or two earlier, but nothing like this and her confidence in dominating me was moving fast, far faster than she could have imagined. So much so that she was almost skipping the beginner or intermediary levels and propelling herself into an almost master class level! So when I simply gave my address over, she could barely believe her ears. I had no idea just how easy I was making this for her and more importantly she was beginning to see just how submissive I really was. I had no idea, but from her point of view I was 'quite a find'! In her surprise she was almost tongue tied as I heard her say "Thank you Chrissie". Maybe we both knew the magnitude of what had just passed and realising that I needed direction she quickly took control again. Still fearful of scaring me away, she reassured me that she would look after me, but that she expected me to follow her every instruction to the letter. She could hear my deep breathing down the phone and could almost sense my trembling body as I thanked her profusely and told her that I would do everything that she asked. I remember vaguely saying back that I was ok, just a little nervous, that I did trust her and that I truly did want to do this... I think my words must have petered off as she quickly filled the space. "And you will" she said, "Handing over control is a big step Chrissie and I don't take that lightly..." She paused, adding, "...I'm actually quite touched and honoured that you trust me!" "However..." she said, bringing the conversation back, "...let's get back on track young lady. You have two hours, that's plenty of time to pack and pretty yourself for me. But..." she added, somewhat more firmly "...let us remember our correct 'roles' here and by that I mean your position as my trainee secretary and all albeit at short notice my newly appointed probationary maid" Oh my gosh, her words were only too clear to me as she carried on "You know exactly what I mean by that and I will expect 100% from you, at all times. Is that understood?" Shit, yes it was and I told her so. I even dipped into a sort of curtsey to her over the phone, not that she could see that or that I was even in uniform! For a second I even felt stupid and even giggled nervously to myself. But what it did do was to remind me just how easily I could and probably would submit. How far would I go? That thought alone sacred me, but wow, it also sent erotic tingles down to the very core of my soul! The phone call ended and I wasted no time following her instructions to the letter. Removing my plug, my whole body trembled as I washed it thoroughly and quickly placed it on charge. The sudden sense of having emptiness down there always felt strange at first and as I adjusted I tried not to think about the greater ramifications of her wanting my plug fully charged again! I hurriedly began the task of gathering all that I would need, or at least I moved as fast as my heels and pencil skirt would allow me! It didn't even occur to me to slip out of both to make things easier for me. Again, perhaps that's just how much I was already under her spell! But equally a part of me didn't actually feel that I should undress without her permission - crikey 'her permission' that made my heart skip yet another beat! Laying out my uniforms, particularly the French maids' style of uniform, I could barely believe that I would probably would be wearing this for her and potentially even as soon as tomorrow! Looking at it reminded me just how gorgeous it was. It was certainly not one of those cheap tacky fancy dress shop designs. No, this was expensive and top quality in shimmering black satin and I knew that I looked good in it. But I'd only ever worn it for fun and maybe for only an hour or two at most. I mean I had no idea just how long I might be required to become her maid? Would this be for just a couple of hours of 'fun role play', or was she thinking more seriously and indeed would that mean being 'on duty' potentially all weekend? Also what about my feet? Wearing heels for a few hours was one thing, but this could severely test me! But of course I already knew her rule from my earlier interview, either 3" heels or 4" heels at all times and nothing lower! The 'plainer domestic style' uniform, despite being an absolute delight to wear would be suited for perhaps for 'real' duties and maybe that's what might be required. After all, Sarah did seem to want me looking like a 'real' secretary when in her office. But the French Maids style of uniform, well... it certainly suggested something else!!! I also knew that whenever I wore the French Maids style of uniform I found it hard to control myself. It screamed sex, submissiveness and servitude! All of this made me feel light headed. There was no question that the role of a uniformed maid had always been one of my long term dreams and of course Sarah was well aware that this particular uniform could be fully padlocked on, along with a pair of four inch patent heels that I usually wore with it! Somehow I tried to push certain thoughts away. The 'unknown' was creeping in as it always did! Instead I focussed as best I could as I carried on laying out all that I might need. But my mind couldn't fail to think back to what she said in the interview, the point about the dynamic between a maid and a mistress and how it would clearly have to be different, with a very different set of rules! What's more this was going to be fulltime or at least fulltime for the duration of my stay. Fuck, I was going to be feminised for the whole of the weekend, day and night and without a break going into the following week! Could I really do this? If I wanted to go out of my depth, this was it and she knew my desire to feel stuck. Words were now filling my head, 'Nothing male allowed with me', nothing!!! With everything placed on my bed, I checked and double checked that I had enough. From spare packs of stockings, to knickers, slips and even two extra corsets. I chose at least three or four options of outerwear for my stint as her secretary and to complete my maids' attire, I added spare satin aprons, two sets of full ice white 'frou frou' petticoats, satin head pieces, frilly garters and my bag of shiny brass padlocks! Oh shit, I was actually packing my padlocks! I was scared silly, but unbelievably excited and I still couldn't quite believe just what I'd gone through this whole day. The fact that I'd even had the courage to turn up at the interview and then go through with any of this still amazed me! I was also acutely aware that I had been fully and completely feminised since 6 am that morning, 12 hours or so already! I mentally did the maths in my head and it was dawning on me that if I actually did this and went through with what she was planning, I could potentially find myself remaining fully feminised until sometime Tuesday evening? That would mean another 96 hours or so on top of the 12 hours so far! It didn't know it, but I wouldn't actually be allowed home until sometime on the Wednesday morning and then all whilst still fully feminised! I mean this was the stuff of dreams and believe me I had dreamt such thoughts so many times, but this was real! This was surely going to test me to the very limit and I had no idea just how I would genuinely cope, particularly in a one to one submissive / dominant situation. In my heart I'd only ever fully dressed up for the odd day or two and always whilst fully in charge and ultimately as the one in control! I had always had the option to change, to stop, to hide - I had the option. But this weekend and presumably right through to next Tuesday evening, I wouldn't!!!! With the clock still ticking, I made my way into my bathroom and part undressed. Fortunately my beard growth was quite slow and light in appearance, but nevertheless I wanted to look my best. After removing my makeup and set about my task, shaving as carefully and as closely as I could. I completed a smooth shave without any hiccup and as soon as that was done I reapplied some light foundation and carefully with some fresh lipstick, blusher and a little eye liner. Checking myself over and redressing fully, the time was still just 6.40pm, twenty minute before she arrived! That turned out to be one of the longest forty minutes of my life as I nervously paced and checked over my appearance time and time again. I even added one or two extra items to my already bulging bags, just in case and still the clock ticked by slowly. I then checked my house to ensure that everything unnecessary was switched off and safe, except my still charging plug, knowing that would be probably the last item to pack. I don't know what made me think about it, but it dawned on me yet again that Sarah now knew my address! That sense of vulnerability swept over me again and triggered a million and one emotions in me. The waiting gave me time to think, which could excite and scare in equal measure. All I had was her office address, her work mobile number and her office email contact. Despite that I loved just how possibly exposed and maybe even trapped it made me feel. I knew that I was leaving an awful lot to trust with someone who I barely knew! It was as if I had and was still blotting out sensible questions or common sense. I was aware that I was allowing myself to be carried along in haze and yet normally I had always considered myself to be rational and certainly not a risk taker. But not now, none of this was 'normal' whatever normal was, but I loved it! Almost to the dot, she arrived at 7pm sharp! As with the morning when I rang her office door bell, I had already decided to open the door without pausing, no thinking, just do it and suddenly there she was. With my chastity key in my hand, I handed it over as instructed and I had truly never felt so submissive before in my life. Noticing my suitcase and a large holdall packed ready in my hallway she smiled, but I was quickly quizzed to make sure that I didn't have anything 'male' within them. I assured that there wasn't, though that was followed with a slight suggestion that she would check and anything remotely 'male' would be disposed of at her house. "Right," she said in a soft but authoritative voice. "Lead me to your bedroom and fetch your plug with you, there's a few things we need to do first!" Fortunately my plug was on charge in the bedroom and within moments I nervously stood before her having been asked to pull up my skirt and slip fully. "Pull your panties aside," she said, "and let's get that little cage of yours unlocked!" Not expecting to be freed from my confines, I sexily wiggled my snug fitting skirt, its lining and my slip up over my hips much to her amusement, as she said "That's such a feminine act". She then turned away and busied herself with whatever was in her hands. I carried on as I eased my panties down and feeling extremely exposed. I'd been naked before a female before, but this was so different. I was now a man dressed as a woman and doing exactly as I was told. Turning to me briefly she handed my key back and I was simply told to unlock and remove my padlock securing my cage, but to keep both sections tightly held together until told otherwise. Still unsure what was about to happen, she again busied herself as she simply stated, "This will be quick, so don't you dare get any ideas about having a silly erection young lady!" "Now," she said. "Remove your cage fully, then hands up and out of the way quickly," was all she said as she turned towards me holding what appeared to be another cage! Only this one was different. Working swiftly and methodically, she took hold of my flaccid member and slid up a smooth metal casing, it was cool to the skin and slippery and caused me to jump slightly. The tube had clearly been lubricated and it easily slid home. As soon as that was on, a second metal piece went round and behind my testicles. I wanted to look down but daren't and I could feel her fingers and hands fuss with my privates. In theory this act alone should have been so erotic, yet strangely it wasn't. I was clearly submitting fully and allowing her to touch and fiddle with my 'bits', which felt nice without a doubt and certainly submissive, but it also felt clinical and a little intrusive and I dutifully let it happen. Seconds later I heard a slight 'click', but an unusual 'click', almost an electronic in sound. But something had clearly been pushed home. It was the locking mechanism that held the two pieces firmly together. Concentrating on her task and bending down in front of me, I stood there with my hands now holding my silky slip and skirt up at my torso. Again I briefly looked down taking in my feminised body and all that was happening to me, but her head and body obscured my view. Gently tugging and moving this device again made me flex and jump slightly. I steadied myself in my heels as best I could, only to be met by a firm, "Stay still 'girl,'" comment from Sarah. Then before I knew it she stood up and back looking at her handiwork with a smile on her face. "There..." she said, "...that didn't take long did it!" I somehow felt assaulted if that made sense. I wanted to look but felt scared as she watched my eyes look down then back up. "Oh you can look now Chrissie," she said. "It's nothing to be afraid of, it is just another chastity cage that's all." She smiled. My eyes went downwards to take in what was now attached to my 'bits'. "This darling is the very latest..." she smiled "...and they are brand new 'app' controlled chastity cage!" she proudly explained. Seeing my own sheer black nylon covered legs on full display with my skirt still held up, I could feel myself swell down below within an instant as she talked "You are now wearing the 'Cell Mate' cage and there are no keys, none whatsoever!" Did I hear that right? Before I could think, she carried on. "It can only be locked by my mobile phone..." she said, adding, "...and the best bit is it..." she smiled "...depending on the duration set, it will not and cannot be unlocked by either my phone or anything else for that matter until the preset duration is reached!" Trying to take all of this on board, her words obviously scared me as this seemed pretty serious. It was almost industrial in appearance and it looked robust. Highly polished and finished in a two tone grey shiny colour. It looked strong, indeed far stronger than the plastic chastity cages I'd been used to. But still my own sexual urges betrayed me as any fear was quickly replaced by an attempted erection within. Unsurprisingly I could only expand so far which felt great, giving me maybe just a little less freedom than my original cage and it was clear that my sexual frustration would soon become apparent. This was not going to be a cage that could be simply 'wiggled' out of! Regarding the lock, she was right, or at least I presumed she was as I couldn't see any obvious key hole or release mechanism. All that could be seen was a small bright blue light glowing in the middle of the central shaft, adding to its 'hi-tech' appearance. "How does it feel?" she said, "Go on, touch it and see if you can manipulate it?" she paused, adding, "All of the reviews I've read state that they are comfortable (ish) and supposedly the most secure and controllable cages on the market!" I did as she said. I could feel that it was a quality made device. Smooth and well machined, sturdy yet still remarkably slim. Fortunately it didn't pinch, at least not yet. She watched me as I moved it this way and that saying "Rather an apt name isn't it..." she smiled, "...a 'Cell Mate'!" "But we're not finished yet," she said as yet again she turned and fussed with something from her hand bag. "Where's you plug my darling?" she asked as I directed her to the corner where it was still charging in its base. I now knew what was coming, but perhaps not quite just how it was coming! Collecting the plug, she again carried on doing something to the plug with her back to me as I stood somewhat shell shocked by events. As she worked away she explained that the cage I was wearing was simply programmed by an 'app' on her phone for any set period that she decided and this could range from one minute to, apparently several years!!!! What the fuck! But surely that couldn't be the case could it? Did she really just say that? "At least that's what the website said," she laughed. As she worked away she quickly said "But don't worry Chrissie, I have set a time, but it truly isn't that long. But unfortunately for you it does mean that even I can't release you until the timer reaches zero!" Oh shit! Again, before I could begin to react she turned to me saying "Now pop this all the way in!" as she handed my plug. Not only was it lubricated, as I saw her taking a tissue to wipe her fingers, but it had been neatly inserted into what was clearly a harness! A leather harness complete with four thin, but strong looking smooth leather straps and a matching belt to go around my waist! Oh shit! I think I'd seen something like this online, but had never actually tried one or had my plug strapped up inside of me! "Come on," she urged, "it won't bite." She smiled, on seeing my clearly worried face she said, "It's the same plug, just with the added addition of a little bit of security to keep it nice and snug within you, that's all!" I couldn't believe that I was now going to insert my plug with her watching! Yet I knew I lacked the courage or strength, or maybe more truthfully, the will to say 'no'. Finally telling her that I generally did this laying down, she simply moved aside gesturing to my bed. Slowly easing myself onto my back I couldn't believe what I was doing! I don't know how but I focused and steadied my breathing as I lay there, legs bent at my knees and wide apart as I tentatively worked the plug up inside of me. Keeping my eyes firmly shut almost out of shame or embarrassment, it took a few moments. Once it was fully home, I remained there not moving trying to adjust and calm myself. But on her command I was soon ordered to stand up and told to hold the four dangling leather straps up. Just as quickly she moved round me and threaded each strap through the slightly wider belt. Within seconds this was being secured from behind quite tightly against my already nipped in corseted waist. "Keep your skirt and slip held high Chrissie," she said as she then fussed and busied herself with the length of the four straps, two from behind over my buttocks and two coming up from the front either side of my newly fitted cage. It all seemed so surreal. I couldn't believe that there I was, not only allowing this to happen, but there I was actually assisting with the process, holding my skirt and slip up out of the way for her! The real shock came when she started pull each strap up to presumably achieve the correct fitting. Each sudden jerk upwards resulted in only one thing, to pull my plug upwards and somehow further into me! Letting out small yelps with each tug, she giggled at my obvious discomfort. As she continued to work round all four straps, the plug was forced up just that little further each time! "Nice and snug, that's the name of the game." She smiled as she watched me being brought onto the tip toes in my heels with each upward movement. Finally she stopped as I tried desperately to take onboard the new sensation of this added harness. It most definitely ensured that my inner glands were nudged and teased like never before! And just when I thought she'd finished, she turned round and waved a small padlock in front of my eyes, saying, "And the icing on the cake my precious, is that you even get to be locked into this harness as well!" Moving behind me swiftly, she fussed at my corseted and now belted waist as I heard a small 'click' as the padlock was pushed home somewhere in the small of my back! Oh fuck. I somehow stood, still with my skirt and slip still held up, barely breathing. My sheer nylon encased legs trembled as I tried to maintain my balance in my heels! I felt scared to move as my back passage seemed to be filled like never before! Yes it was the same plug and the same size, but the added harness now clearly pushed it up further. I desperately tried to maintain my composure as Sarah simply instructed me to pull my knickers up and sort myself out! She was busy collecting my plug charging unit as I gingerly eased my knickers back up into place. Turning to me briefly Sarah told me to push my cage backward as far as possible underneath my panties, saying "I want a nice flat frontage from you there Chrissie." She smiled, adding, "Remember you're a 'girl' now!" Her words hammering home the reality of my predicament! Somehow everything down there now felt different, that combined with the scene that had just taken place. It didn't hurt, but it was clear that whether still or moving, I wasn't going to be able to forget what was holding me or indeed, what was now very much up inside of me! Gingerly I somehow I got my skirt and slip sorted out neatly as Sarah called me over to my full length wardrobe mirror. Even taking just those few steps felt now more intense and my all too clear audible gasps accompanied with my every move clearly pleased Sarah no end as she watched on. Next to me she wasted no time in snapping me out of my haze as I was told to "Stand up straight". In front of the mirror I was then instructed to turn this way and that as she watched me closely and my refection. Standing to my side she began running her hands down the front of my skirt and clearly into my groin. Eventually finding the outline of the cage through my clothing, I again gasped as she moved my 'bits' this way and that. "Wonderful," she said, "it's there of course, but nothing is visible to the eye. Not a bulge or even an unsightly lump to ruin the line of your skirt..." She smiled. "...all locked up and tucked backwards, all nicely hidden far from sight!" Then moving behind me, she placed her hands on my shoulders and looking at me thought he mirror smiling. "No one will know Chrissie!" She paused, adding, "Only you and me!" Her hands then slid seductively down my sides and began to feel my hips and buttocks. Again turning me slightly to the left and right, "Excellent," she now said. "Not even your harness straps are visible even in this pencil skirt..." she said, "...and if anyone should feel you here, they'll just think you've got a few extra suspender straps down there...!" Catching my eye again, "...and a 'girl' can never have enough suspender straps, can she? But how little they would know!" she teased. She was right; staring at my own vision even in this particular skirt to my eyes you couldn't see any obvious lumps, bumps or buckles! Fuck, she was right. No one would know looking at me at just how 'harnessed and trussed up' I actually was underneath. My cage was pulled back by my tight panties, so nothing was visible there and now I was equally locked into a seemingly inescapable leather harness! And I looked like a girl and no one would know! Watching me closely she could almost see my own eyes glaze over. "You see Chrissie" she said "Submission needs to be far more than you looking pretty and prancing round in skirts and heels my darling. Though be rest assured..." she said "...you will most definitely be doing that!" She paused, continuing "I will need you to submit to me both physically and mentally young lady and the key to your submission will be by me taking control of you sexually!" Oh gosh, I could feel her body eased up against mine from behind. "None of this is a surprise Chrissie," she said, adding, "Take a look at yourself," she said. Both of us now staring into the full length mirror, "That's you," she said. "And as of now I will control your caged 'clitty' and your little 'boy' vagina!" she said as she tapped my skirted bottom lightly, again making me jump. "Let's give things a whirl!" she said as she picked up her phone and activated my plug. Instantly the vibrations came back into life as I gasped aloud as my plug caused me to nearly fall forwards, momentarily turning my legs into jelly. My seamed black nylons, twisting and rubbed together as I tried to remain composed in my three inch heels. Somehow steadying myself she watched on in sheer amusement at my predicament, saying "That might be a bit of a giveaway if we're out in public my darling!" Again I gasped aloud as I realised the plug was clearly now in a more elevated position. But not only that, there was no budging it! The harness had clearly edged it up just that little further and the vibrations were causing me to react as I'd never done before! Fuck, this was a new experience and now it was quite literally padlocked up inside me! This was truly going to test my resolve! "Oh my..." she said "...we're going to have some fun with this young lady!" She laughed. "Now concentrate and stand up straight Chrissie..." she said, watching me, adding, "...think composure and decorum. You're a young lady now, so you'll need to act like one and this is something that you are simply going to have to get used to!" Biting my lower lip, I somehow regained myself as my torment continued. I tried to blot out her mention of being 'in public' and set my mind on trying to simply focus on the now. She asked how I was feeling and I tried to tell her that this was all so much and that the harness made the sensations in me even more intense that I was used to. "Oh my..." she smiled heavily, "...it would seem as if you've clearly not been wearing it correctly..." she smiled, adding, "...so I'd say it's a good job our paths have crossed then!" As she went on to explain that heightened or not, I was simply going to have to get used to it! Looking at me almost sympathetically, she smiled and told me to just relax and let it all happen. "Don't fight it," she smiled, saying, "This is what control is my darling and you are simply handing that control to me!" Before I could begin to fully take that onboard, she grabbed her handbag and simply said, "Let's go!" The plug then turned off, either manually or through being on a random setting as I didn't see her reach for her phone, but I knew that the buzzing could and probably would return at a moment's notice! I was soon led back downstairs, though that in itself was an unsteady task for me with my newly added harness. It definitely seemed to tease me like never before with every step, even when the vibrate mode was inactive, my body and reactions had never felt so switched on or sensitized! Downstairs and now a little more 'businesslike' Sarah asked me to hand over my house keys, car keys, wallet and mobile phone and again I did everything she asked! I was putting up no opposition or fight. I was willingly being taken charge of, fully, totally and completely. Though somehow none of that mattered now, I was effectively putty in her hands. I was then told to place my rain coat back on, pick up my suit case as she took my holdall and told to head out of my front door! Pausing I looked at her. She could see the utter fear in my eyes and momentarily her smile softened. Placing the holdall down, she touched my arm and to reassure me. "It's ok Chrissie, just trust me. Nobody is going to hurt you and both you and I are simply two consenting intelligent adults who are about to embark on a mutual journey of enjoyment," she said, adding, "I will look after you I promise!" But of course all of this seemed so unequal. Maybe it had to be. After all I was the 'submissive' wasn't I? But surely the risk for me was far greater? I was the one stepping outside of what was generally deemed 'normal' wasn't I? At best society might frown upon Sarah's actions, but I was the one who potentially faced humiliation and ridicule if caught or exposed. Not that we were doing anything illegal, but what 'normal' man would allow himself to be subjected to this? But I knew this was me and I knew even the thought or the risk of humiliation couldn't change my path. Not that I actually wanted to be humiliated, but the risk was quietly intoxicating all the same. It actually cut to the very core of my sexual arousal! The what if... I remember years back sneaking into my sister bedroom and riffling through her underwear. Those early sensations of sliding a pair of tights up my then 'naturally' hairless legs and feeling the glorious sensation of wearing a slip! The risks I had probably taken then? All of this had been with me all throughout my life and no matter how scared, I knew that I couldn't let this opportunity pass. Somehow snapping back to the moment, Sarah was right. We were both here by choice and in truth, although petrified I'd never felt so turned on and excited before in my life! Her words and simple touch did ease me and sure enough I turned to head out of my own front door and into the unknown. A scary, but exciting unknown. As I moved I found walking in my heels and a skirt whilst carrying a suitcase just a little trickier than usual. My gait was measured and thought through as I focused on my balance, carefully making my way outside into the cool evening air. Fully feminised, fully made up, plugged, caged and now completely under Sarah's control. The sudden breeze wrapped itself around my nylon encased legs for the second time that day, only now this felt very different. It felt as if as my legs were laden down with weights, but still my heels 'clicked' away and they moved forwards onwards and outwards down the few step and onto the pathway. I heard Sarah closing my front door with a thud, then locking it. I didn't even hold my own front door keys now. Logic should have said it was only for a few days or so, but I knew more and more escape routes at least for time being were taken away. But in truth, did I really want an escape route? Surely that would make all of this seem pointless? How could I really submit or allow Sarah to truly dominate me if I could just quit and up and go home! As I moved I could sense every step, every sound and every sensation. From the stickiness of my lipstick, to the sound of my heels clicking on the concrete. I could feel my sheerness nylons gently brushing and rubbing against each other as they sent shivers of delight through me. The restriction of my gait due to my skirt, the silky layers below and the ever present tightness of my corset and of course the now sheer physical presence of plug filling me and moving teasingly to the slightest sway of my hips. I was on overload. A joyous, glorious overload! I think I was worried; at least I must have been worried? But that worry and fear turned me on beyond belief and transmitted itself into an arousal of unprecedented levels! A sense of almost constantly wanting to wet myself, or of being drunk in a wonderful haze of sheer femininity! Utterly lost and somehow swept along with whatever was and would happen, I had a complete sense of going so 'out of my depth', yet scarily loving every second of it! At that point I knew that I was malleable beyond belief. Sarah could have essentially done whatever she wanted to me and with me whether she knew it or not and I just knew that I would have gone along with it! Of course, I didn't know that although remaining fully in charge and surprisingly calm, at least outwardly. Sarah herself was experiencing similar sensations, only of the dominant kind. I had no idea that she was equally aroused beyond all measure, mainly by the sheer level at which I was submitting and going along with her plans. She had dreamt of doing this to someone for years and now here it was. It was actually happening and to a level at which she could have only dreamt of! There I was, offering myself on a plate to her and her own arousal at having such control was going through the roof! She knew that one touch of herself would send herself into multiple orgasms at that point! Without 'naming' it, both of us at that point were quite simply lost in a mass of erotic sensation, mentally and physically! Reasoning, maybe even common sense had gone out of the window and we were both on an unstoppable ride that neither of us truly wanted to stop. And as I was submitting further and further, she was now growing in her confidence and determination to dominate and control me. Far more than she had imagined that morning and her own mind was now planning and working overtime to ensure that I didn't slip from her grasp! She had to be careful. Too much and I could balk, too little and I could gain some control - not that that was ever going to happen. But she couldn't have known that. It was as if endless unspoken words had been said and neither of us wanted to voice them. Even if she didn't know it, at that point she clearly was the one who held all of the cards. I was the rabbit caught in her headlights - her prize! True she was part planned, but equally part thinking on her feet at how to keep that momentum going and I was making it easy for her by the second! If I could have magically dropped into her mind, I would have seen that all of today and what was happening right at the very moment was the greatest drug that she had ever tasted and she was fast becoming hooked! But it was a drug that worked both ways. It was a gloriously heady and intoxicating sensation of dominance and submission. Somehow snapped out of my haze, I was soon led down past my own car, yet another bridge being burnt for me, not that I had the keys anyway and then onto the road. My breathing felt heavy as my corset seemed to 'bite' and hold me in so rigidly. In truth I don't think I'd ever remained so tightly laced in for so long before, but it felt so right. I truly did feel so wonderfully helpless. Neighbours could potentially see me at this point and I had no idea if anyone had or indeed was watching, but in truth all that would have been seen in the semi darkness would have been two women, one skirted and in heels with a suitcase and the other in trousers carrying a holdall. My movements were almost mechanical in a way as I placed my case in the boot of her Audi. Although packed full of clothing and underwear, it fortunately wasn't too heavy, but even swinging it into her car whilst wearing my heels, restrictive skirt and corset took a degree of effort. A normal physical action that when dressed as a man I wouldn't have given a second thought to. However, now almost every action forced me to feel, think and even change my whole stance and approach to. This wasn't just a case of 'dressing up' anymore! My holdall quickly followed before she opened the passenger door for me. Yet another previously simple task now made all the more tricky dressed as I was. Something that I'd already done that day, only now wearing my plug further up inside of me took planning and most certainly a deep breath. I lowered myself down into the comfortable leather interior and bit my lower lip, eventually letting an involuntary moan. The plug seemed to push up even higher and deeper into me! For a second I thought I was going to cum there and then as I clenched my fists and held my body tight. Swivelling my sheer nylon encased legs round and planting my heels on the floor of the car, Sarah smiled heavily as she watched my every move before closing my door before walking round and quickly joining me. Sitting with my nylon encased legs tightly clamped together and trying to keep my skirt from rising too far, I couldn't fail but to notice my coat open slightly exposing my raised hemline and visible nylon clad knees. I was essentially experiencing what so many women experience when wearing a skirt and I knew that not one second would go by without me being fully aware of just what I was wearing. "Seat belt on my darling." She smiled as she watched me trying to protect my modesty. The seat belt somehow even served to pull down even further still into the leather seat and by doing so, pushed my plug up yet again! As she started the engine up, she turned to me. "Try and relax," she said. I somehow even managed a quick smile myself, this was so amazing, but I felt a million miles away from being remotely relaxed! "Believe me..." she said, "...I'm so impressed with you Chrissie. Even with you accepting the slight change in plans with coming to me for the whole weekend and as you've clearly guessed, yes you will be my office girl next week, but you're also going to get the chance to be my pretty maid this weekend!" Her hand came across and landed on my right skirted thigh, my coat as usual sitting in a car had opened up enough and I felt her gently squeeze, clearly feeling my suspender strap below. Now slowly stroking and feeling my thigh she said, "This was one of your long held dreams after all Chrissie..." She added, "...so just enjoy it, let it happen..." She smiled. "...because..." she said, "...this is actually one of my long held dreams as well, having a 'girl' just like you to fill those two roles for me!" She watched me, though I daren't face her, I was sure I would cry! "And do you know what Chrissie..." she said, though I sensed that I wasn't required to speak. "...seeing your worried little look and feeling your body tremble..." she said, quickly adding, "...Oh I can see it and feel it right now..." She let out a small giggle. "...I watched you closely this morning, closer than maybe you realised. Those trembles in you, that's not manufactured. That near tearful glint in your eyes and even that sexy little nervous bite of your lower lip..." She laughed, saying "You're even doing it now!" I glanced at her quickly not even realising that I was! At that same moment her fingers moved up and into my lap and pushed gently into my caged groin causing me to gasp and clamp my fists tightly together to the sides of my tightly clamped thighs. She was watching my every reaction as she toyed with me for just a few moments. "All of this is real Chrissie and I don't think I've ever seen anyone quite as submissive as you..." She paused, finally adding, "...and it's lovely!" "Oh my word," I somehow let out, knowing that my breathing was clearly audible, to the point of nearly panting! Suppressing a laugh she pulled her hands away and said, "Oh my word indeed!"