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Going Deeper - Part 3 Authors Note - Thank you to all of those who are sticking with this story and for those who've kindly left feedback. I do read it all! However, if you're wondering just where this story is going, or what might be in store for our hapless protagonist, then welcome to Chrissie's world! Allow yourselves to fall with 'her' into the unknown! ..."Oh my word," I somehow let out, knowing that my breathing was clearly audible, to the point of nearly panting! Suppressing a laugh Sarah pulled her hands away and said, "Oh my word indeed!" The story continues... "Now before we both get a little too hot and bothered..." she said, "...let's make tracks," as she started the engine up, placing the gear into drive, the smooth Audi moved away effortlessly and quietly. A few moments later she passed me a pair of sunglasses, saying, "Just pop these on Chrissie and then I want you to place each of your hands just under each thigh." I did as she said only to find that the glasses were not only a wrap around style, but that they had been completely 'blacked out' leaving me effectively blindfolded! Doing exactly as instructed, even the placing of my hands under my thighs now gave me a sense of being held in bondage. Nothing physically held them there, except her word and my own mind. They were rendered effectively tied! For a second it made my cast my mind back that scene in the film 'The Secretary', when Maggie Gyllenhall's character remained prostrate over bosses desk. Remaining there because he told her to and in a similar fashion, I was now doing the same. Crikey. Was I as submissive as that? If so, my future path could be somewhat interesting. Unnerving, but most definitely interesting! Then without notice my plug came back into life! Unable to stop myself I let out a sudden moan and high pitched whimper as my body flexed and tightened to the unseen vibrations below. I could hear Sarah laugh, clearly aware of what was now happening to me. Being an automatic car, her left hand was free and it quickly came to rest on my right thigh. As usual my coat had opened a little and her hand slip over my skirt, gently squeezing and tracing the suspender straps below, finally coming to rest on my now exposed stocking covered knee. There her fingers gently ran circles over the taut gossamer thin nylon, before slowly finding their way underneath the hemline of my skirt. I could feel body tremble uncontrollably as she carefully tried to slide my skirt up my thighs. Assisted by the silkiness of my slip and the skirt lining beneath gliding against my stockings, the only real difficulty for her was the tightness of my skirt. As if out of some sort of pointless modesty, I momentarily tried to clamp my nylon covered thighs together as if to bar her way. This was swiftly met with a gentle slap on my thigh and an audible, "Tsk tsk," from Sarah and in response my legs loosened and opened just slightly allowing a free route! I knew that I was helpless. I felt used and objectified. I was being groped. I was actually and very blatantly being groped and there was nothing I could do about it!!! And I loved it! Blindfolded and unable to see, her hand could only reach so far. The fact that she was driving and only hand one hand free and the fact that I was in a seated position, probably limited her access. However, her fingers had almost managed to reach the top of my stocking. She then proceeded to gently stroke, squeeze and toy with what she had exposed, slowly up and down and fully aware of the effect she was having on me. As my breathing increased audibly my corset seemed to tighten its grip by the second as I desperately tried to focus. All the while the vibrations bore onwards deep inside of me. Fuck! With my seat belt in place and my hands now imprisoned beneath my thighs, there was nowhere I could go. Tensing up again, I pushed my body backwards as if to get away, but the seat allowed no escape. Then without warning my plug accelerated into a higher speed mode, it could do that on the 'random' setting, but the wearer would have no pre- warning to it would do next or indeed for how long! To add further to my torment I quickly realised with this new harness in place and coupled with my seated position that the tip of my pushed back chastity cage was now in direct contact against the silicone flange of my vibrating plug! The unseen vibrations were now inadvertently working two fold! My back passage may have been taking the brunt it, but now the tip of my cage was receiving an unexpected transfer of those sensations! Perhaps to a slightly lesser level, but nevertheless my cage and locked member was also now being 'vibe d' and teased mercilessly! I let out a quiet, "Oh gosh!" as I could barely take onboard what was happening to me! Yet again I heard Sarah giggle as she firmly squeezed my exposed thigh as if somehow trying to hold me. Sarah presumably had no idea of the sudden and added twist of pleasure that I was now being subjected to below, but my every reaction simply fed and fuelled her growing sense of power in this new and exciting relationship. I didn't think it was enough to make me ejaculate 'normally', or at least not straight away, but that building sensation was growing! I had to concentrate and just as when one has a desperate need to go to the toilet, by not thinking about running water, I was now trying to think of anything unconnected to what was happening right now. I knew in my old chastity cage that I could hold a vibrator against my cage and eventually bring myself off to completion without an erection. It was in fact one of my favourite ways of pretending that I was being forcibly masturbated, but I didn't want that to happen now. I simply didn't know if I could cope with it! I understood that it was quite a common sensation, but I knew that once I'd ejaculated, the normal downward 'dip' emotionally for me was stop and get out of 'the scene'. My initial desire was always to change fully and to go back to being in male mode. I didn't want that experience that now, I hated it and I knew that whatever was going to happen tonight, tomorrow or the next day, I wouldn't have that choice. This was really going to test me. As much as I desperately wanted to shoot my load into my silky knickers with my body encased and wrapped up head to toe in femininity. This was the paradox. This was the frustrated desire to be sexually used without choice, but equally to be held back and tormented constantly. The actual 'act' of ejaculating didn't matter. I craved to be 'kept close', to be 'toyed with' and 'teased' and 'edged' almost into a semi state of delirium. Gosh I hungered for that with a passion. But there was that paradox again - I wanted to 'cum', yet it scared me! It was almost a 'love / hate' need and desire. Despite being blindfolded, my eyes were now closed tightly as endless thoughts flashed through my mind. My mental ramblings were hard enough for me to understand, yet alone trying to explain them. I somehow just kept telling myself to let all of this happen, give in and fall. Oh gosh, still the vibrations continued!!!! As this rollercoaster of mind blowing thoughts went through my mind, Sarah's hand still teased and stroked away. All of this made me realise that this is what girls' and women had experienced and indeed been subjected to throughout time. Not the vibrating butt plug or the chastity that is, but the simple hand on the leg! Many a woman would have 'dressed for their man', but here right now, that was my role - I was the woman! Or at least I was the feminised and sexualised party of the two. I was the one dressed to please. She was the one in trousers and I was effectively the one being 'groped'! Was it 'groping' with permission? Yes and No. I in theory had no choice, but by submitting I had given Sarah that permission - hadn't I? It also made me realise just how vulnerable and exposed wearing a skirt could make someone feel, that had never impacted on me before. Not only did it allow more access for errant hands, but if I tried to physically escape or run away, it made it harder. I knew that running in this particular skirt and my heels would be near impossible. From my underwear to my outerwear, my very clothing had become a subtle bondage in itself and I had quiet love of bondage and restriction! Alarmingly, Sarah also knew that! All of this would have be out of step in the current 'me too' world, but I didn't want to be a part of that world. I respected and loved women, but I wanted to used and subjugated. That new world was not going to play a part in wherever this was going and we both knew and understood it. The role reversal and exchange of power that was happening felt unstoppable and I was glad. The speed of it perhaps scared me and if I was honest, I had no idea what my limits might be. But at that moment I didn't care! Thinking back from the start of that morning, I'd dressed tastefully, but I knew I was dressing up sexily. I had the choice to tone it down, but I didn't. I wanted to portray a very feminine, pretty young lady. I purposely selected my finest fully fashioned seamed nylon black stockings. I'd even tied my gorgeous back laced corset just that little tighter that morning and now I was paying the price! But under no circumstances would I complain. In truth I was never going to turn up to that interview wearing a simple bra, panties and tights underneath and my choice of attire had now been firmly set as my agreed daily attire! That was just one of the many decisions that I had taken. It was my decision, my choice and now it was my lot! I wondered just how many more decisions like that I would make? I vaguely remember saying, "Yes Miss," aloud as I drifted in my own personal ecstasy. She hadn't asked me anything, it was just me subconsciously saying, 'YES,' yes to all of this! I was being 'edged' to the brink! Glancing sideways she knew I was gone and zoning out and she smiled heavily to herself. At that same moment a sudden oozing of dampness seeped heavily into her own knickers. Lost in my own world I had no idea, but she ejaculated massively! Taking herself by surprise, she clenched her own teeth and amazingly kept control of the car, as a series of powerful convulsions ripped through her body. With one hand on the wheel, one hand on my thigh (now clenching it very tightly) and hers eyes on the road, it took multi tasking to a whole new level! Then as if on cue my own back passage spasm'd once more to the unrelenting vibration inside of me. Oh fuck! Unable to suppress my obvious moan, I felt close to tears, but or tears of agony or pain! As my own sensations ploughed through me, everything at that moment intensified. Maybe it was just the realisation of my incredible predicament. A predicament that I had fully allowed to happen and was still allowing to happen! Through my own haze I heard her say in an almost lustful tone, "Fuck, this car smells of sex!" She was right, it did! I hadn't noticed, but even within the air condition compartment there was thick an erotic musk now entering my nostrils. Something huge had just happened to the both of us, almost cathartic, purging even and clearly very powerful. This was quickly followed by a strange calmness. Nothing was said, but it was as if my body had just given everything over and of course Sarah's own body was succumbing to its own lustful uncontrollable sexual desires. The air was most definitely charged. As my breathing settled down fortunately my plug switched off, though clearly on random mode it would only be for a matter of time. But with this brief respite my body relaxed just a little as I could feel Sarah's car slowing slightly, making what appeared to be a series of gentle turns. I had no idea where we might be, or indeed how much time had passed. We'd actually only been driving for just over half an hour, but I would have guessed longer. Psychologically for me this just further reinforced my feelings of helplessness. I couldn't begin to gauge where we were, what direction we'd travelled in, or how far we'd gone. To top it all off, I'd no access to money, my phone, my keys and I was dressed head to toe as a woman and without a stitch of male clothing available to me - A great deal was being left to trust! Suddenly the car slowed right down and turned, driving on briefly, we finally came to a stop. I heard Sarah take a deep breath before saying, "Stay where you are." Her door opened and closed and then I felt the draft of cool air to my left as she opened the passenger door. Assisting me out, with my darkened glasses still in place, I slowly stood on two very unsteady legs and desperately trying to regain some control. I heard my door close with a thud and the electronic 'beep' as it locked. Flinching for a second, her hands went up to my face and eased my sunglasses off. Despite now being dark outside, it still took a few moments to adjust my eyes. It was only then that I realised we were in some sort of a car park! Then on glancing round I realised in sheer utter panic that we were in a pub car park!!! I just presumed we would be on her driveway at her house and now I wasn't even able dive back into her car for protection! Anticipating my reaction, she quickly took both of my hands and looked me in the eye. Speaking quietly, but firmly she spoke, "Do NOT panic!" Instinctively I took some deep breaths, surely she wouldn't... ? This couldn't be happening! Fearing that it was, I pleaded with her, "Please don't, please, I can't," I said. This was surely too much at this stage! Unbeknown to me, my words actually served to arouse and turn her on even her. She smiled devilishly saying, "I told you only this morning that I would enjoy seeing a degree of fear in your eyes and you're not disappointing me Chrissie!" "But listen to me..." she said, "...we ARE going to go into that pub and I'm not going to give you the choice!" Oh my gosh, Of course doing this was what I'd told I desperately wanted, but wanting to do something and actually having to do it seemed ridiculous! This dream was rapidly turning into a nightmare, what had I agreed to? But before I could vaguely begin to reason with her, she reminded me very clearly that it was I all along in our numerous emails, telephone chats and conversations who had told her that I wanted to be taken out of my depth, to go deeper and hand over all control and so on... and I had. I admit I had dreamed of a trip like this with me fully en femme, not having any choice, being 'made' to do this and so much more, but this was real! This was doing it! This was way beyond a fantasy! But my protests were falling on deaf ears. "Remember..." she said, "...that is what all of this is about. Handing over control," she said, "Just take a moment..." she soothed, "...and trust me," were her simple words, "You need to trust me," she repeated as she then looped her arm through mine and moved me forwards. Bulking, I resisted and tried to say, "Please, I'm not sure I can..." but my words petered off as she moved me forwards. "You're going to cope with this I promise you," I heard her say as she tried to reassure me. "You NEED to trust me Chrissie that I'm NOT going to hurt you, or put you in any danger I promise. You won't get arrested, attacked or anything else..." she said, adding, "...you're going to be quite safe, but you ARE going to do this!" she said. I've no idea how my legs moved forwards, but they did. We were parked at the far end of the car park, perhaps because she anticipated me making a possible scene, but of course that now resulted in a walk of some 40 - 50 yards. As we slowly got closer she again try to ease my nerves, "I know this pub well, there are lots of discrete alcoves for us to sit in and besides..." she smiled as she stopped and briefly turned to me, fussing with some lose strands of my hair, "...you look amazing!" she paused, continuing, "Anyone who actually bothers to look at us will simply see two attractive women having a drink and a bite to eat, that's all." That's all! Oh fuck, she wasn't the one masquerading as the opposite sex! Not that I was dressed in a slutty or demeaning way, though opting for the seamed stockings that morning now seemed like a huge mistake! But putting all of that aside, it was a Friday night and I was a man dressed as a girl about to be taken into a pub!!! In front of other people and which would clearly place me on show! This morning's brief walk from my car up to her office was daunting enough, but this was something else. I knew that I looked good, but most girls or women going out for a drink nowadays would probably be wearing a pair of slacks, a pair of jeans or certainly anything far more casual than what I was wearing at that moment! Yet my legs amazingly moved on as Sarah set the pace again now holding me close. "I'll be next you at all times and I'm not going to put you on the spot and make you talk to anyone or anything like that..." she smiled, "...well, not unless you want to!" she soothed, "Besides, this is my treat and a glass of wine will you the world of good and..." she paused, "...they do some lovely seafood dishes here!" As if that made it any easier for me! Again I faltered and stopped. Trying desperately to come up with any reason to talk her out of this, but again before I could think she said, "It's that or I'll leave you here..." she said, "...and I don't mean in my car!" Oh fuck! Would she do that? Scarily I believed she would! Plus I didn't even know where here was? And then of all of the times, my plug came back into life!!! Fuck! I stopped again and moaned flexing my body as I grasped her arm tightly. Whispering I alerted her to my plug, thinking surely she would turn that off? But all I got back was a, "Good girl, just enjoy it!" as she pushed me on. Of fuck, this couldn't be real, this must be a dream! We must have passed a dozen parked cars already there, so clearly the place wasn't going to be empty. Then as we got within 10 yards or so from the main door another car pulled into the car park and both of our legs were fully illuminated for a good few moments by the head lamps as it drove in, only my legs were the only ones clearly adorned in sheer nylon and in high heels! She was in trousers and sensible flats! I crikey, I felt light headed and dry mouthed as still me moved forwards. Moments from the front doorway I could hear muffled voices from inside, then from behind further back in the car park, car doors slamming and voices laughing and chatting. It felt as if I was now sandwiched and trapped whichever way I turned. If I thought this morning's venture into her office was scary, this was on another scale completely. There was no time to think as without pausing she opened the door and beckoned me in. Leading me, all I could do was follow her deeper into the pub. I didn't once look up out of sheer fear, concentrating on my every step and doing my best to blot out the various voices and noises around me. Finally we stopped at a small table with two chairs. Taking my coat, which I would have rather kept on for a degree of protection, I felt even more on show as I was instructed to sit down. My plug was still working away, which amazingly took my mind off of being in public, but only just was once again pushed up just that little further against the firmness of the chair. I don't know how, but my eyes must have glanced upwards and I could see that we were reasonably placed; certainly back from the bar area, but we were hardly hidden and her description of a 'discrete alcove' was clearly open to debate! Fuck! This really was turning into a day if 'firsts' for me! After placing her own jacket on the back of her chair, she simply said, "Stay here, I'll get us the menus and a glass of white wine each!" What! Panic hit me again, she was gone and leaving me alone! She had just told me she wouldn't leave me and there I was all alone, dressed head to toe as a woman, locked into a chastity cage and with a vibrating plug not only working away up inside of me, but one that was padlocked into me! Clamping my sheer nylon encased legs together and tucking them back underneath my chair, I tried to shrink downwards as best as possible. I grabbed my handbag and pretended to look for something, desperately doing anything to look occupied and without a care. From the direction that we'd just entered, I heard the main door open only now accompanied by laughter and more voices, women's voices as they came inside, perhaps from the car that had pulled in just after us in the car park. Shit! Suddenly my back passage spasm'd yet again as I convulsed uncontrollably in my knickers! I physically jerked, clenching my teeth, yet somehow outwardly maintaining a slight smile to avoid any attention. I squeezed my left thigh with one hand and clasped the edge of my chair to try to steady myself. It was like I was being subjected to an overdose of sensation with no end in sight. Fuck, it was amazing! She was right though, this is what I had dreamed of, but just couldn't believe that this was all actually happening. It all felt too much, but equally too late! Amazingly I seemed to come back down, though several small convulsions rippled through my nether regions without any choice! What was I doing here? This morning, today's interview, this whole contact with Sarah? Yes, it was so incredible, but well beyond any of my previous experience! Maybe Sarah had already guessed that and yes I had talked up my experience, as to how long I'd dressed for and just what I was prepared to undertake. Surely all of this was just fantasy and a game for me, how had I let it go beyond that? Yet here I was, though even more worryingly, I didn't even know where here was! I didn't recognise the pub and I had no realistic means of escape, except to maybe reason with Sarah and ask to go home! I could apologise, tell her I was sorry for wasting her time and even offer to pay her for any inconvenience. But was that what I really wanted? And would she even agree to it? Surely she wouldn't kidnap me? She couldn't! But this was Friday night and I had effectively agreed to be kept fully feminised and fully in role, to be used as a submissive woman until Tuesday evening!!! What if I made a scene? Ok, there'd be the embarrassment and the humiliation, but then what? I would still be there without a stitch of male clothing to hand. Nothing! But on the other hand, would I ever find such an amazing chance like this again? Surely this was the stuff of every transvestite's dreams! And besides, despite my absolute fear, nothing bad had happened - yet! Suddenly the women's voices that had just entered were nearing me as the group headed my way. Unbeknown to me, Sarah was indeed keeping a watchful eye, not that I could see her. But she glanced at her phone and could also tell that I'd just had another anal orgasm! Smiling to herself, she soon returned with two large chilled glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. "Someone's having fun my darling," she laughed as she waved her mobile before me, showing the app screen. I'd forgotten, she could monitor my every response down there! "Here..." she said, "...get some of this down you Chrissie..." she laughed, "...I think you could do with it!" I took a large gulp of wine and on top of barely eating for the last few days it seemed to bypass my stomach and shoot straight to my head! But she was right, I needed it desperately. The group of women who had come in were now busying themselves and sitting down only two tables away and Sarah could see my increased apprehension. Although loving my reaction, she almost did take a little sympathy on me saying, "Relax Chrissie, sure a couple of the ladies checked you out..." she smiled, quickly adding, "...yes, women do that to each other!" she smiled. "But I don't think you raised any eyebrows..." she said, adding, "...at least not yet!" though that last comment didn't really give me much confidence. "Actually..." she added, "...one chap at the bar did take a longer than usual look at you, I think he liked you legs!" she laughed, adding, "Seamed nylons and heels tend to be a bit of a rarity these days Chrissie..." she said, "...and most men's eyes will be drawn to them", "But get used to that my darling, because as you know that's your dress code from now on and I will be rigidly enforcing it!" she smiled. Indeed, with my furtive glances up and around, all of the women that I could see were wearing trousers; quite possibly I was the only one in the whole pub wearing a skirt, yet alone all of the other delights that I had on underneath! I'd set my own bar high - fuck, she was right, I had. My own choice of clothing today had done that and Sarah clearly liked my style and clearly had every intention of keeping me dressed this way! "A toast," she said lifting her wine, somehow I took mine in my trembling hands as our eyes met, "To Chrissie," she smiled, as she then moved in closer and said in a slightly lower voice, "My new secretary and maid!" Nervously I smiled back as we 'clinked' are glasses as I took another large gulp. Oh shit, where on earth would all of this go I wondered! Still holding my wine glass, all my eyes could take in was my femininity. From my painted nails of my hands, to the hint of lipstick now around the rim of my wine glass, left there by my own lips...! My plug had fortunately stopped again, but a not second couldn't go by without me feeling and knowing what I was wearing. My corset, my bra straps, my suspenders and of course my cage and harness...! Leaning across and squeezing my hand, she smiled asking how I was. In a low voice I desperately told her that I was petrified. Though I still didn't say 'no' or ask for this to stop! "But its fun though, isn't it?" she smiled, not really expecting an answer; I managed to say, "I think so", but added that I was almost too nervous to enjoy it. Smiling and squeezing my arm, she simply said, "That will come." A statement that clearly implied there would be more of this! "Now..." she said, quietly, though a little more firmly, as she upped and moved her chair slightly in front on me, but to my left side, "...body language is important and I want you to stop looking down and look up and smile at me..." she instructed, adding, "...do it now!" As I did so she smiled back, "Good, remember we're just two girls in a pub having a nice time, two girls who will chat, smile and look normal, just two young ladies having a nice evening out..." she said, adding, "...because if you look relaxed and 'normal', nobody will stare," , she paused, "But, they will start staring if you don't!" She was right, but hardly felt relaxed, so I sipped some wine as I smiled back at her. "That's it, good girl," she smiled. Despite my utter fear, I loved it when she called me 'girl', it quite literally made my heart skip a beat! Smiling again she leant forwards saying, "Just relax into it, you're getting the hang of it..." she said, adding rather alarmingly, "...this will become second nature to you, I promise and the only way to do that is to drop you in at the deep end!" Well, she had definitely done that. But before I could think further, more instructions followed. "Un-tuck those gorgeous legs of yours and I want to see you bring them forwards and cross them at the knee for me!" she instructed. Oh shit, she wanted my legs on show, or at least more on show than they were at that point! "Do it now," she smiled. Amazingly I relaxed enough to do as she instructed, "That's it..." she smiled, "...now swivel to your left slightly, let's put those gorgeous legs on show just a little more." Oh fuck, again I did as she said. Leaving my legs and heels almost facing the table of women who'd just entered, as I did so I could hear and feel my sheer nylons gently 'rasp' as they brushed past each other, my black nylon covered legs and my three inch heels were now out there for all to see, or at least to anyone who looked my way! Sarah remained where she was which gave me a degree of protection. But with her inches from me, her hand slid down and stroked my calf muscle and lower leg as she leant forwards! Oh fuck as she made me jump to her touch! "Have another sip of wine darling," she said as I tried to maintain my composure. "These feel glorious by the way..." she said as she gently stroked the sheer, taut black nylon, "...and I'll want you wearing nylons like this all of the time and I've no intention of letting you hide them away!" Just then my plug buzzed back into life!!! Realising what was happening again to me; she sipped some of her own wine to try to hide her amusement, enjoying my dilemma all the while teasingly running her hand up and down my legs seductively. "So very sexy," she smiled as she then moved her chair back to its original position, but telling me in no uncertain terms to leave my legs crossed and as they were! Sarah then quickly passed me one of the menus and told to me to chose, making light chat as if everything was as normal as it could be! "If anyone happens to look, they will simply see a girl in a skirt, heels and black tights..." she laughed, leaning closer again and placing her hand back on my thigh as her fingers briefly traced the outline of one of my suspender straps below, "...or at least they'll probably presume they'll be tights!" she laughed. Sudden laughter came from the table of women who had recently come in and I tried to shrink down in panic as Sarah tried to assured me that they were just having their own fun and not even looking this way. "You're doing brilliantly..." she said, "...nobody has realised that you are not quite what you appear to be..." she smiled, saying, "...and anyway even if they did, as I mentioned this morning, people aren't that bothered nowadays!" she added. "Trust me..." Sarah smiled, "...at first glance you pass. Admittedly if put on the spot you'd struggle, but the reality is that most people and in particular women in particular are far more liberal minded than you'd think and besides I did say that I would be pushing a few of your boundaries!" She smiled, "You should be proud..." she said, "...first time or not, you are 'passing' with relative ease and let's be honest, if I'd given you pre-warning about this you would have gone into a blind panic!" Raising her glass, she toasted me again, "In at the deep end!" and fortunately with every gulp of wine, I was slowly managing to relax just that little more. To try to put into words just how the evening progressed would take too much detail. A young waitress did come to table and I could only look down at the table. I just presumed her eyes would be boring into me, but in truth she was probably completely disinterested in us as customers and just going through the motions of taking another order. I'd already chosen a small sized fish pie and Sarah did the speaking, adding a second glass of white wine for me as she moved onto diet coke. I think I could have downed a whole bottle, but she clearly had to drive. When the food arrived I heard the young girl serving say, "Enjoy ladies," as she left us, much to my amazement! 'Ladies'! Was she just being polite, or had I got away with it, or could I truly pass? Either way we were there and we clearly weren't leaving until the meal had been eaten. Fortunately Sarah permitted me to lower my legs and swivel round underneath the table giving me a modicum of protection. I was actually famished and surprisingly ate all of my food, but quickly realised that my corset was telling me that I could only take in so much! Encouraging me to chat, I kept my voice low and somewhat guarded and Sarah laughed on hearing about the restriction of my underwear, though quickly adding, "I'll have to keep an eye on your diet, after all I'll want to see a sexy 'nipped' in waist line at all times from you Chrissie and I just love the fact you love wearing such things!" "So few girls wear corsetry nowadays..." she said, adding, "...so believe me when I say that you are really quite a delightful find!" she smiled. "You dress in a way that evokes discipline and effort," and I like that. "In fact I love discipline, supervision and direction..." she said as she ate her food, "...and I know you thrive on that Chrissie, so I will be taking a very keen interest directing you..." she said. "...and an even keener interest in feminising you!" she smiled. "You're going to be my obedient little 'dress up doll' for the next few days my darling, from your pretty uniforms when serving me at home, or with you as my pretty secretary in the office and beyond that..." she smiled, "...well, we'll have to wait and see!" Oh my gosh. What was beyond that? I heard every word and even sitting there in that pub almost became less worrying to me at that point. Engaging with me, she clearly wanted to know just how I felt about it all and I told her. I told her that I was still staggered by what was happening and extremely nervous. But that I was also incredibly excite. Aware that as I was saying that the plug up inside of me was still working away! I even thanked her and I meant it and I did mean it. But I was also getting quite tipsy with the wine! "The idea of keeping you and making you even more feminine will be my goal for these next few days young lady..." she said, "...and we'll even sort out correct ways for you to properly address me..." she smiled, "...but all of that can start tomorrow morning!" All of this was making me feel light headed again and that most definitely wasn't just the wine! Somehow I knew that I would be calling her 'Mistress' once uniformed and probably even having to curtsey her! This was so unreal, yet it was real!!! We finally finished our meal and I endured one final visit to the table from the young lady server as Sarah paid on her card. During this time two young guys even came and sat down on the table next to us, but at that point I was almost beyond caring! However, I coped and fortunately the wine helped, but Sarah relished every second of my awkwardness and fear. I could have done with taking a 'pee' but declined when Sarah asked if I needed to, I would just have to hold myself. A trip into a ladies toilet would be far too much for me at that point, so we finally stood, coats back on and made our way back out through the pub. I've no idea if anyone was looking at me and wondering, not that I didn't care, but there was nothing I could do about it anyway! As we reached the door, another two guys stood aside holding the door for us politely saying, "ladies." I had to swivel slightly as I followed Sarah through and to my horror one of their hands without a doubt brushed my left thigh through my coat! When I told her back out in the fresh air she was in fits of laughter, saying, "Welcome to womanhood Chrissie!" Perhaps it was the alcohol, but amazingly I even managed to laugh momentarily to myself and couldn't quite believe what I had just happened and what I had just been through! Just as I sat down back in her car I let out a loud involuntary 'Ooooh' yet again as another spasm caught me almost unaware, which was simply met again with more fits of giggles from Sarah as she watched me struggle to control myself. I cried out again as an even bigger wave, if that were possible shot through me. Subconsciously I called out, "Please," as she took my hands in hers and squeezed them. Fortunately we were now in the privacy of her car as I heard her encourage me on, "That's it, just let it happen." I must have said please again several times as I felt utterly lost in my joy. "Please what Chrissie?" she gently said, overjoyed at what I was clearly going through. Whether I knew what I was saying at that point I had no idea, but it somehow felt as if the breaks had been let off and the floodgates swing open. "Please keep me, please. Please keep me as your girl, please make me be your maid, your secretary, please, I'll do anything you want..." I think I said more; in fact I'm sure I did, but at that moment I was gone. Was I in sub-space? I had no idea whatever that even was, but I couldn't hold back. Sarah on the other hand heard every word. Quietly she struggled to contain her own emotions. Whatever she had planned for me, I was giving it to her by the bucket load! This may have been an evening of 'firsts' for me, but Sarah could barely believe just how easy and accommodating I'd been. She had never been handed such a gift of submission as I was giving her which was forcing her to think faster to try to keep up with it all! But one thing was for sure, she was damned if she was going to let me slip through her fingers now! This was just too good for her to let go. Watching and listening to me offering myself up, she realised much of it was simply me being caught in the moment, but equally this clearly went deeper. But likewise, she was wise enough to realise that as with any high there could be a dramatic low and she knew that her control of me had to be handled carefully. Not let up or relaxed, but just handled carefully. Holding my both of my hands as I eventually calmed down, her tack wasn't to pen me in, at least not at that moment. That could wait. Instead she simply backed up my mood and even lightened the direction so not to scare me off. "One step at a time," she gently said, "one step at a time." Her voice was soft and reassuring, warming and almost 'motherly like' at that moment. Reeling me in carefully and nurturing my mass of bubbling emotions. "You can stay as my 'girl' my darling..." she smiled, as I looked into her eyes, "...I mean, just look at what you've just done Chrissie..." she smiled again, "...you were brilliant this evening and you coped so well and..." she added, "...you looked so pretty!" she said. "I know deep down you loved it and that's wonderful and I loved it too!" She said and she was right, the pub and the meal, today, everything, yes it was petrifying, but yes - I loved it! Still holding my hands in hers she carried on, "Chrissie, whether you chose to verbalise it or not, it really doesn't matter, because this weekend and into next week you are going to be doing lots of things like that and make no mistake, you will very clearly be seen as a 'girl' and kept as a 'girl' and a very feminine one at that!" she said, even saying, "And I will ensure that you'll feel very sexy every day I assure you..." she paused, "...in fact, I'm going to drown you in femininity!" "You want it and you need it!" She watched me closely and could see my sheer look of glazed joy, yet despite my tormented fear and dilemma. YES, YES and YES I enjoyed it! Fuck, I loved it and YES I wanted it! Soon after, we somehow settled down and my darkened glasses were put back on. In silence, she pulled the car out and we drove on. Nothing more needed to be said at that point and I quickly lost sense of time again. Maybe fifteen minutes or so later, we eventually pulled into what sounded like a gravel drive way and stopped. Once again Sarah got out and opened my door, removed my glasses and between us we grabbed my suitcase and holdall from the boot. Fortunately she had also switched my plug off, so at least I would be allowed a break in that department! I had no idea if I was scared of just shattered at that point. Guessing the time must have been at least 10 /10.30 pm at that point. I was aware that not even 24 hours had passed yet and I knew I still had a long way to go if today was anything to go by! Walking to the front door in the darkness I could make out what appeared to be a nice detached property and from how it was set back, appeared, fairly private from the road. At the front porch Sarah turned to me and smiled, saying, "Welcome to my house Chrissie." Once inside I was taken directly to what would become my bedroom / maids quarters located in a downstairs extension. It was a surprisingly nice and spacious room, complete with full en suite facilities, ready with empty drawers and wardrobes for me to hang up and put away all of my feminine attire. Sarah explained that although my bedroom door would not be locked, the main front door and rear kitchen door clearly would be and locked in a manner that would prevent either entering or exiting! Subsequently, I could open the top small windows for ventilation in my room, but the larger windows were equally secured. Smiling she then said, "I do hope you don't sleep walk young lady," as she informed me that for her own safety the whole of the ground floor, with the exception of my room was covered by a motion sensor alarm system and any unauthorised excursions would be detected straight away. She told me that the alarm was set on a timer upstairs and that it would be deactivated in readiness for my first morning duty. It would be switched on as soon as he left my room. "You're not a prisoner young lady and ultimately if you chose to leave, or run off in your skirts and heels, then there's very little I can do about it," she said, "However, you'll have to make your own way home and I assure you you'll never be allowed back into this house, my office or into this relationship!" She pointed to a ring binder folder on my dressing table. "When you've unpacked, take some time to read through a series of instructions that are clearly typed out for you. There will be further details to follow, but your start time and enough details are enclosed to see that you are equipped to be 'on duty' from first thing tomorrow morning," she said. I was simply being given my instructions; all of this seemed so unreal! I listened as she carried on saying, "I've taken the liberty of supplying you with an alarm clock..." she said, adding, "...and in time I will review allowing you having your mobile phone and giving you full internet access, but for the next few days you will simply have to cope without!" "Over there..." she said as she pointed next to another cabinet, "...is a small fridge with a pint of milk already in it. Above will be all you'll need for basic refreshments should you like to make yourself a drink and of course you have a toilet and a fully equipped bathroom at your disposal." Trying to take everything on board, it was clear to me that she had planned well. None of this was 'off the cuff' or last minute. "Now," she said turning to me, "I want you to raise your skirt and slip up and I'm going to unlock your harness," she smiled, quickly adding, "Here is your charging unit," she said as she placed it on the bed, adding, "At night time you'll be permitted to remove your plug, so I suggest you wash it thoroughly and place it back on charge ready for tomorrow morning!" Wiggling my hips I did as instructed with her watching on. "Your chastity cage stays on," she smiled, "And as I've said, it won't be unlocked until it reaches the end of the time I've set..." she paused, adding devilishly, "...so you'll just have to cope with that!" Our eyes met for a split second. Clearly reading my panicked mind she simple told me that asking when that might be would not be tolerated any circumstance! Standing there with my skirt and slip held up high, she moved behind me and released the small padlock as she passed it to me. "Read your folder Chrissie. All of this is to go back on in the morning and you will be responsible for not only locking yourself in, but making sure the straps are pulled up sufficiently!" Oh shit, I could barely believe my eyes, but before I could think further, she simply said, "And I will check!" Standing back and looking at me, she softened slightly to give me a sense of calm and reassurance. "I know this has been quite a day for you and I'm sure you're possibly a little shell shocked," she smiled, "But you've clearly enjoyed it and I want you to embrace and enjoy all that is to come Chrissie!" She went on, "I'm going to leave you in a moment, but I'd suggest you sort yourself out. Hang all of your things up, after all I'll want your uniforms looking smart tomorrow and take that time to read through those notes. It won't take you long," She paused, before continuing, "If you want to freshen up and take a shower that's fine, but I'd suggest you get into one of your night dresses soon and try to get some sleep." Smiling she simply said, "You will have a busy day tomorrow!" "You'll find a simple task for you to complete in the morning, which I will expect you to carry out to the letter," she said, telling me that after that time would be set aside for me to have a full tour of the house and a detailed breakdown of my duties to come. "We'll take it one step at a time and allowances will be made for you to learn your craft and indeed what I'll expect from you. But..." she said, somewhat more firmly, "I will have a high standard and I fully expect you to not only reach that standard, but to maintain it!" "In this house you will become a 'girl in service'..." she said, barely containing her own joy at even hearing her own voice say this, "...and as I mentioned in my office this morning that being a maid will come with a very different set of rules and regulations..." she paused just long enough to let these words sink in, "...and I'm confident that you will cope admirably," finally adding, "You will find me to be a kind and understanding employer Chrissie, but please don't think for one minute that I'll be a push over. I know how to be strict when required!" I must have been an absolute picture for her! Standing there, with my sheer black stocking legs tightly clamped together and on full display, still with my skirt and pretty satin slip held up. I couldn't see my own face, but I must have looked like a lost helpless lamb! She moved into me and took my shoulders in her hands. Smiling she leaned in gave me a quick peck on my right cheek. "Don't look so worried my darling..." she soothed, "...just let this happen. Allow yourself to be the real you!" Heading to the door, she turned adding, "Keep a lid on this, don't let your mind run away with itself and remember that we are two consenting adults who are about to explore what we've both always wanted - just let it happen!" She was right again, of course she. I had to give this a go, this was surely just too good to pass up on I told myself. Clearly the chance for any debate was gone, as if I was realistically going to debate anything at this point! I wasn't a prisoner. I could leave, she said that. But would I? Or maybe more importantly, could I? "Now do as I've said..." she smiled, "...and I'll see you in the morning and we'll have a nice day tomorrow, just let it happen!" The door was closed and just stood motionless for several seconds. Crikey, this was real! I vaguely remember stripping down to my underwear and gingerly removing my plug. As instructed I somehow busied myself, first washing my plug and then placing it on charge. Staying in my sexy undies, I unpacked everything else, my uniforms, skirts and blouses were neatly hung up, lingerie and other items placed in drawers. Wash kit, 'nick knacks', make up bag and jewellery spread around and finally draping a full length shimmering black satin night dress across my bed. Deciding on a shower, I removed my underwear experiencing that the sudden rush of freedom to my torso as my corset ties and front busk fastenings were released. Despite being 'held' so firmly since 6am that morning, I knew that I'd long to bind myself back up into its confines as soon as possible - gosh, how I loved that sensation and clearly Sarah was aware of my fetish for such attire and was without a doubt going to enforce it! Removing my make up, I glanced at nervously at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was a 'girl' in a 'girls' room, doing what 'girls' do, getting ready for bed, knowing that tomorrow I'd be that 'girl' again! Even after stepping out of what was a wonderfully refreshing and invigorating shower, my body still displayed the deep lines and indentations that had bitten into my flesh from being trussed up in my foundation wear. Focusing, I quickly found a fresh pair of satin and lace knickers, tucking my cage back as far as it would go, relishing the smooth (ish) frontage below and feeling the near permanent swelling inside. A sensation that made me feel light headed. Taking a deep breath, I followed that with a under wired bra all in matching black and overlaid with delicate lace as inserted my silicone fillers, before finally allowing the cool silkiness of my stain floor length night dress to slide seductively down my body, fully encasing me and enveloping me in femininity. I had no idea if I was expected to wear my bra and knickers in bed, but again, but somehow all it felt right. Stupidly I'd forgotten to pack dressing gown and slightly chided myself to make sure I packed one for next time. But, what! Next time! Did that mean... what was I saying to myself? Or was all of this a just foregone conclusion! I pushed such thoughts out of my mind. Just as with the office, Sarah although now upstairs in her bedroom, was indeed watching everything! That thought hadn't even entered my mind, but like the office she had placed several tiny cameras around my room and watched on open mouthed at everything she saw. As I slipped into my bed, still with the dressing gown around me, I opened the folder and read aloud:- 'Maids Duties - Day 1' From upstairs, out of my sight and out of my earshot, Sarah watching on via her laptop suddenly moaned and gasped loudly as she brought herself off to a staggering orgasm. An orgasm that took her by surprise as her eyes rolled back and closed, her laptop slid off to one side as she quivered uncontrollably and stupendously, losing all control! Yet, she was in control. Perhaps not at that moment as her body gave way. But she was totally in control and what's more, she had plenty more in store for me!