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Time on the river. The legacy I had after the untimely and shocking loss of my parents, was to now own the family house and to take over the ownership of our lovely little motorboat. You could say that I am a shy, quiet, solitary and submissive sort of person and in reality, I suppose that I always have been. I don't blame anyone for that, it's just the way that I was brought up. My mother had been very strict, instilling into me respect for my elders and betters. Growing up I spent most of the time on my own and in reality, I got to enjoy my own company and entertaining myself. Somehow, I am not completely sure how or even when, and I'm embarrassed to admit this, I developed an erotic liking for female underwear. If I was to see a psychiatrist about it, they would probably say that it was my mother's indoctrination, but It had been my very secret, secret, something I had done only occasionally and only when I was completely on my own. Heaven forbid that I had been caught. Now, of course, after my parents had passed away so suddenly, it had left me with the freedom to do whatever I wanted and when I wanted, as a result I had taken to often wearing panties under my trousers. I work during the week and I work alone, travelling around repairing phones. I suppose you might say that, that, is a rather solitary thing too, but I enjoy it. It allows me to spend a lot of my time thinking about other things, like my boat, as I do my work. My boat is the highlight of my week and my relaxation. During the winter I tinker with it and pretty it up and during the summer I go out in it. I live near a lovely, long winding river, with all its little tributaries and creeks to explore and every Friday afternoon I refuel the boat ready for the weekend, when I put on my tee shirt and shorts and wander and explore that network of secret waterways. My motor boat is only twenty-five feet long and I keep it on a mooring in the river not far from my house. It has a lovely spacious forward cabin with two single berths, a separate loo and a little galley. There is a nice sheltered, open backed wheelhouse with a cosy central cockpit seating area, whilst at the stern there is a lovely little cabin with a compact, yet roomy double berth. At the front of the cockpit, in the wheelhouse area, there is a wooden steering wheel and a snug two-seater bench to sit on to steer it from. It has a small diesel engine which is under the cockpit floor and it chugs along quietly at an economical pace, which suits my quiet enjoyment of the nature all around me. The only downside of my lovely little boat is that the fuel tank is quite small which makes me have to fill it up almost every weekend. It's not that I can't afford to fill it up, or even because of the hassle of going to the refuelling barge at the nearby docks, it's the man that runs the fuel pumps! He is a middle aged, grumpy arrogant man, who seems to look sneeringly at me every time I go there. And whilst I try my best to be friendly, to smile and be civil, he only seems to get worse, his few words cutting and laced with sarcasm. I know that this sounds odd, but this man unnerved me so much, that he became the worrying point of my week and I found myself fretting and wondering how I could possibly make him more friendly towards me. I suppose in reality I've always found it upsetting when people are nasty to me. So, I tried my very best to chat and be friendly to him, but it was all to no avail. I know I shouldn't have worried about it, I should have just ignored him, but I'm not like that, I take things so personally. Stupidly I puzzled and puzzled on how to make him more friendly, until a silly thought came into my head, it was an explanation to his attitude, or so I thought. I convinced myself that he was probably grumpy because he could see people were going out enjoying themselves whilst he was stuck there all the time. That thought gave me the most stupid idea and one that I would come to regret. This particular week I got to the refuelling barge just before he closed on the Friday afternoon. I hurriedly scampered about tying up my boat under his scornful eye, then as he began to put the few gallons into my tank, I started my usual babble. "Nice day, looks like it'll be a nice weekend, are you planning anything this weekend?" All received with moody non-comital aggressive grunts. That's when I said it, I couldn't stop myself, in my mind I was sure he needed something to cheer him up. "Do you fancy coming for a run on the river sometime perhaps?" I didn't really expect an answer, in honesty I just said it out of being pleasant. I didn't see the gleam in his eyes, hidden as they were behind his glasses, I only heard his grunted reply, "Tomorrow at 10.00, pick me up here." For a moment I thought I had misheard. "Pardon?" I squeaked. "You heard, pick me up here tomorrow at 10.00." There was an assertive aggression to his voice which worried me, but I had asked and it was too late now to go back on it. "O, Ok," I stuttered, "tomorrow at 10.00, yes, I, I'll be here." And I tried my best to smile and nod at him as I did so. No more was said, except that he told me how much I owed him, I paid and that was it. Before I knew it I was heading back to my mooring wondering what I'd done. I spent the rest of that evening cleaning and tidying the boat, not that it was dirty and not that I was trying to prove anything, its just that I didn't want people to think that I was dirty and untidy. Eventually I thought that everything looked straight and I went ashore, had my supper, later than planned, before going tiredly to my bed. I didn't sleep straight away that night though, I kept going over him being aboard and what I would do the next day, in a mixture of regret and apprehension. I kept thinking of how stupid I was allowing this aggressive and grumpy old man onto my boat and wondering how I would cope trying to share my private space with him for the day. In the end I persuaded myself that it was only just for the day and in reality, it was just to try and cheer him up a bit by taking him out on the river. I shouldn't be so selfish. The next morning I was out on the boat bright and early, I'd packed a picnic, had fresh milk ready to make us tea and did some last minute tidying, the boat looked a proper home from home. I had been thinking about where I would take him and after some thought I decided that I'd take him down to the harbour and perhaps we could drop the anchor and do some fishing. Soon it was time for me to leave the mooring and I chugged quietly off down river to the docks and the refuelling barge. It was empty when I arrived there and I tied up before checking my watch, perhaps he'd decided not to come after all, but I waited, it was only just ten. He arrived at a quarter past, he was carrying a cool box and a large rucksack. I waved to him. "Good morning," I said brightly, smiling. He grunted and passed me the cool box which I brought aboard, then I went to take his rucksack from him. It was heavier than I anticipated and he took it back from me with a grunt. "Leave it to me," he said a tinge of sarcasm in his gruff tone and he swung aboard easily, with it. I do tend to chatter a bit when I'm nervous and that was how I was, but he all but ignored me, only interrupting with. "You'd better cast us off, or we'll be here all day." I rushed to undo the ropes, unaware of his stare as I bent over to pull them back aboard. I was wearing pink shorts, not that I'd done it purposely, I always wore shorts and a tee shirt when I went out on the boat in the summer. It just so happened that today my shorts were my pink ones, they were one of my most comfortable pairs and one of my favourites. Similarly, my tee shirt was sleeveless with pink and white stripes, it meant nothing, I hadn't even thought about it and I didn't think then. Taking my seat behind the wheel I gave him half a grin as we moved away from the barge. "I thought we'd go down river to the harbour and drop the anchor, perhaps try fishing," I said trying my best to sound cheerful. "No, head upriver." He was gruff, his words almost an order, leaving no opening for discussion. "Oh, ok, yes, ok if if that's what you want," I quickly and perhaps submissively agreed to his suggestion without really thinking, not noticing the smirk that appeared on his face He looked around for a short while as we headed off upriver, then much to my surprise and discomfort he took the seat beside me. The helmsman's bench seat is meant for two people but it is quite a tight space, two people my size could be ok but he was a big man. Sitting there he more or less crushed me into the corner and as he made himself comfortable, I found myself squashed between him and the side of the little wheelhouse. I began to tremble as I tried to keep away from him, but it was no good, he was solidly against me and instead I fretted that he would feel me trembling. With an effort I tried to concentrate on steering the boat, but I couldn't relax. We chugged along like that for about an hour, without speaking, a tension in the air as we weaved around the curves and bends of the river, until eventually he broke the silence. "Go over to the starboard shore," he paused glancing at me. "That's the right hand side," he sneered, obviously he didn't think that I knew what he meant. I did as he said and pulled over closer to the shore and slowed down. "Do you want to drop an anchor here?" I said. He didn't answer for a few minutes as he looked around. "There is an opening coming up." Why did he always sound so gruff? I looked frantically up ahead. "Umm where, uhh where did you say?" I couldn't remember ever seeing one and I couldn't see anything. He gave an exasperated snort. "Leave it, let me take her, you can go and get me a beer." His hand was already reaching for the wheel in front of us as he spoke and he was making me feel quite nervous. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get me a beer i said." "Yes, umm ok, if i could pass please, excuse me." I got up slightly to get past him. The helmsmans seat is quite close to the wheel and to get in and out you have to sit down on the end of the bench and slide along until you are in front of the wheel. He sat back a little, supposedly to allow me to pass. "Come on get a move on, Squeeze past me, we've got to turn in a minute," he sounded annoyed. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed across his lap, trying to get out, it was the only way. I had to sit and wriggle over him to get past. For a second I was sure that I felt his hand trace over my bum and when I was actually wriggling across his lap I was sure that both his hands gripped me around my hips, it was just for a second, or was it all just my imagination. Either way it completely unnerved me and left me feeling very nervous and confused. Going down into the fore cabin, still feeling embarrassed, I went to his cool box and opened it, it was full of cans of beer and there were two wine bottles with screw tops, each threequarters full of what I assumed was rose wine. I took out one of the cans of beer and closed the lid, then I popped the top of the can and carefully began pouring it into a glass I'd taken from my little galley. I'm not too good at pouring beer, I don't drink the stuff myself, the last time that I'd poured any out was for my father and that was years ago. I hadn't anticipated the frothy head that half filled the glass as I tried to pour it and ended up with half a glass of beer and half of froth, the can seemingly almost still full. "Where's my beer? I could die of thirst here," the almost expected shout came. I felt even more nervous as I brought the glass up, with the can in my other hand. "I'm afraid I haven't made a good job of pouring it." I tried to give a silly grin to hide my embarrassment. "Tcha! Give it here, you're going to have to learn how to do it properly next time, aren't ya?" His words worried me, but I tried to ignore them as I passed the glass and can to him. He plonked the glass down on the shelf in front of the wheel and took a long swig direct from the can, his eyes focussed directly ahead of the boat. I looked around us, we had turned into a small tributary that I had never noticed before, the banks were heavily wooded as were those of the main river disguising the entrance to it. This little river was quite narrow and serpentine, winding through past overhanging trees until we rounded one particular corner and it widened out a little. There, a large, partly submerged, wall appeared on our right and in the middle of it was a gap with two withies marking the sides. He headed for the gap and I cringed, waiting for the crunch, but there was none and instead we sailed gently through into a hidden lagoon. He obviously knew where he was going, he seemed to know these waters. "Get up forward and get the anchor ready," he barked. I scrambled up and made my way onto the fore deck where I bent over undoing the ties that held it in place, then pulling chain and rope out ready. "Wait there until I tell you to drop it," the order floated up from the cockpit. I thought nothing of standing there with my back to him, my shorts tight across my bottom as I bent over, waiting for the order to drop the anchor. I didn't see his gleaming eyes, didn't see his smirk and his hand adjusting himself through his work jeans. I didn't give my stance a second thought, it was all perfectly normal, I was just ready to drop the anchor. Eventually we dropped the anchor quite close to a little shingle beach surrounded by woods and when he appeared to be satisfied, he stopped the engine and I made my way back to the cockpit. "This is lovely, it's so quiet, isn't it? Do you fancy a cup of tea?" he was making me feel a little intimidated again and I was babbling again. "Bring my rucksack here." There was that assertive order again. "Ok," I turned to go down into the fore cabin again. "Ok, what?" He was worrying me with his aggressive attitude, I stopped and looked at him wondering what he meant. "It's, ok, SIR!" He almost spat the last word. My heart fluttered a second. "Oh I umm, oh, Ok sir." I attempted to disguise my embarrassment with a half laugh. I hid my submissive blush by headed down to the cabin where I located his rucksack on the forward berth. It was bulging, full and heavy, so much so that I had to use both hands to more or less drag it up the steps back to the cockpit. He gave me a pitiful look and easily swung it up from me, placing it in front of himself at the rear of the cockpit. I followed and stood with my back to him, looking out across at the little beach and wondering if I would be lucky enough to see some wildlife. I was lost in the quiet and my own thoughts until he broke the silence. "Here put these on." That gruff bark again! I turned wondering what he was talking about, then froze in shock, my heart in my throat as I saw what he was holding out towards me. It was a shiny pale pink bikini with small red hearts on it. "W What," I stuttered, then trying to give a little smile. "Funny, hehe." He must be teasing me. "You heard me, get that tee shirt off first you little sissy and put this on." But he wasn't being funny, he wasn't just teasing, in fact he sounded even more aggressive as he held the bikini top out towards me. His attitude scaring me, the word sissy tying knots in my stomach, a realisation that he was deadly serious, striking fear to my core. "Come on do it sissy, or ave I got to fucking make you?" His sudden shout sent me into a shocked quivering horror. "Please, I, I, I'm not, I'm not like that, uhh sir," I began, my voice a trembling whisper. "Yes you fuckin are." The slap across my face, probably wasn't hard, but it was so swift it shocked and stunned me, bringing tears to my eyes. "Let that be a lesson to ya, now put it on when I tell ya," he was almost spitting in his sudden flash of anger. With trembling fingers I took the shiny bikini top from him, then in horrible embarrassment I slipped off my tee shirt. "Smooth little sissy aren't ya, I knew you would be, now get that bra on." He could see that I had very little hair on my body, I never did have much, but his words drew attention to it making my embarrassment grow by the second. With a half sob and in reluctant humiliation, I fastened the bikini top around my waist then pulled it up, slipping the straps up my arms and over my shoulders as I did so. The top was heavily padded, the sort of thing a young girl might wear to give the impression of breasts and it clung tightly around me. "Now the bottoms, come on get them sissy shorts off." I looked at him, pleadingly, begging him no, but his angry stare defeated me, I didn't want another slap. Reluctantly I undid my shorts, slipping them down in a knowing abject embarrassment as they revealed the panties that I was wearing. He laughed a loud coarse laugh. "Pretty little panties eh? I knew ya was a sissy boy when I first saw ya. Now get em off and get tha bikini on and quick abat it." Whimpering to myself in an awful humiliation, I pulled my panties down, unveiling my completely hairless bareness to him, before I hurriedly managed to wriggle into the bikini bottoms. They were made of some sort of lycra material and were tight and clingy as I pulled them up over my bottom. I tucked my little penis down as I did so, it was a regular thing I did wearing panties and something that came so naturally now, it had developed into a norm. "Good girl, now come over ere to me." Not wanting to, but afraid of his anger, I moved across and stood in front of him, he had taken a plastic bottle out of his rucksack as I had changed and now he unscrewed the top. "Here put your hand out girl, rub this into yself, we don't want ya burning now do we?" He gave a toothy open mouthed grin. In a horrible nervy embarrassment I did as he said rubbing the dark brown oily lotion into my skin, over my arms, my chest, around the bikini top, my tummy and my legs, it was funny greasy stuff which almost seemed to stain my skin as I rubbed it in. "Use plenty of it, make sure it's rubbed well in. Ill do your back for ya," he took his time doing my back for me and he even did the backs of my legs which made me feel totally unnerved. Slowly my entire visible body was oiled, even my neck and my face and I finally stood there feeling weird and uneasy, suddenly a brown figure in striking contrast to the pale coloured bikini. "There, now get a towel to lie on an get up on tha foredeck an sunbathe while I get ya a drink." How can I describe the feelings as I made my way up the side deck to the foredeck. I felt extremely humiliated, conspicuous and vulnerable and in the end I hurriedly lay down to more or less hide from sight. He arrived after a few minutes with one of the wine bottles, that I'd seen in his coolbox, some of the rose coloured liquid already poured in a tumbler from my galley. "Ya can stop sunbathing when you've finished the bottle sissy." It was like an order. And he disappeared back down to the cockpit where he carried on drinking his beer and reading some sort of magazine which I couldn't really see as I squinted from the fore deck. The drink was obviously alcoholic but not like anything I'd tasted before. It wasn't unpleasant though and in fact it was cool, quite sweet and very drinkable. So I lay there and did what he told me, drinking it whilst cautiously peeping around me. The sun was hot in this sheltered spot and I eventually found myself half dosing as I worked my way through the bottle, one sip at a time until I finally forced myself to finish it. I got up then, tried to get up, I mean, because when I tried to stand I felt weak and tipsy, things were going round and round a bit and I had to grab onto the handrail to stop myself from falling "Have ya finished it sissy?" he called up to me and I blinked trying to clear my head, before nervously nodding in reply. "Come here then, there's a good girl." His voice sounded coarse, crude even. But I didn't really take in his words I just crawled along the side deck only too glad to be going back to the cockpit. He stood, red faced, putting his magazine down, then stuck out his gnarled hand to help me down. His grip was firm on my upper arm and I more or less allowed him to guide me, the last thing I wanted was to fall in, you see I'm not a good swimmer. I almost fell forward into the cockpit, I was feeling so giddy and he grabbed me pulling me to him as I slipped. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around me holding me tightly and he started kissing me, right on the lips. I gasped in shock, my reactions slow, my arms feeling like lead as I tried to move them to try to push him away. He was too strong though and before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth, dominating me with his kisses as I whimpered and squirmed weakly against him. "No, no, stop it, stop, I'm not like that." I tried to speak, but my voice was muffled by his gagging kisses. Then he transferred his attentions to my ear and my neck and I wriggled and squeaked at the sensations, until I finally managed to get a word out. "No, no, stop, I, I, I need a pee." It was all I could think of to get away from him. "Come on then girl," he grunted, looking at me, before turning me round in his arms and pushing me in front of him, down the steps into the cabin. As soon as we were there he moved before I could even react and pulled my bikini bottoms down in a swift motion, baring my bottom before opening the toilet door on the left side. "There, now go an sit an ave a nice girly pee, ya little sissy." He shoved me backwards into the little compartment and I found myself sitting there in embarrassment as he watched me. It's an awful thing to relax to do whilst you are being watched, but I was desperate so managed to pee, shame faced. "Good girl, now let's have you out here." He easily pulled me out of the compartment and I tripped tottering against him, my bikini bottoms around my ankles. He began the kisses again, rudely groping my bum as he did so and I gasped and struggled in his powerful grip, which seemed to excite him even more. Finally he relinquished one hand, holding me with the other whilst he undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and pushed them open. His erection sprang out, fearfully large and crazily stiff. I squeaked in horror and tried to pull away from him, but I was like a child in his vice like grip. "Get on your knees an suck Daddy, baby." He was almost panting in his excitement. "Nooo, nooo," I began, but I was cut off. It all happened so suddenly I was totally unprepared. The next I knew he was sitting on the bunk and I was face down across his knees, his big gnarled hand resting on my bare bum. He held me down tightly, adjusting me so I was dangling, my head looking at the floor and then he started to spank me. The last time I'd been spanked was by my mother when I was a small boy and this brought it all back to me. It didn't take him long to break me, my emotions getting the better of me and I was suddenly in floods of tears. He stopped then. "Are you gonna be a good girl an do what you're told?" He waited for my reply as I sobbed. "Are ya? Or do I got to spank ya harder?" he enforced his words with a few extra sparks until I replied. "Yes, yes. Please stop," I whimpered. "Its yes Daddy, now say it bitch." And again he spanked me, obviously enjoying it. "Yes, yes, sorry Daddy, yes Daddy," I babbled sobbing, just wanting the spanking to end. He pushed me down onto the floor. "Now kiss Daddy, like I told ya." I looked up at him and all I could see was his cock, it was big and stiff now, sticking out aggressively. Whimpering nervously I crawled between his legs and swallowing my complete disgust and revulsion I leaned tentatively forward and softly kissed it. His rough hands slid behind my head. "Now open wide and suck Daddy's cock nicely, baby." I peeped up at him, begging him, my eyes still wet, he held his cock firmly against my lips. "Or shall I carry on spanking ya?" he hissed, a gleam of excitement in his eyes, his cock reacting as he spoke I closed my eyes and opened my lips in horror and disgust as he guided me onto him, his cock filling my mouth, hot and stiff. It's a pure reaction I'm sure. I didn't want to, didn't like it, in fact I hated it, I really hated it, it was disgusting. I hated him too, that is, I think I did. I can't explain why, it all confused me, as suddenly I was sucking him as if my life depended on it. He grew stiffer if that could have been possible, his head hot and silky smooth on my tongue, making me gag each time he thrust it into my throat, playing with my reactions as he enjoyed himself. I have no idea how long that went on for, it seemed like an eternity before he pushed me back off him and began slapping me softly across the face with his rigid cock. "You got Daddy so worked up baby that Daddy's just gotta fuck ya now," he grinned a wide excited toothless grin, but all I saw was his rigid cock and his gleaming face and once again his words were just a blur that flowed over me and somehow, I didn't take them in, or understand what he said. He pushed me back, away from him then, as he stood up, his cock standing stiff like a sabre above me. Reaching down to me he pulled me to my feet and swung me round, facing away from him, half lifting me so that I was kneeling on the bottom step leading to the cockpit. Then he pushed my back so that I was bent over leaning out through the doors, my elbows on the cockpit sole. I felt confused rather than nervous until I felt him touching my bum, then I tried to jump up squeaking for him to stop, but in that awkward position and with him against me, behind me, I couldn't really move. "Stop it, get off me, get off me." I started to shout, there was just enough room for my arms to go back past my sides, my hands going behind me to protect myself. I shouldn't have done that! Perhaps he was prepared for that, I'm not sure, all I know was that in seconds my hands were bound behind me and six more stinging smacks given to my poor tender cheeks. It's funny the things you notice and in the wriggling tussle as I had tried to stop him, his magazine had fallen from the side bench where he had left it, landing almost in front of me. Gasping I couldn't help but look at it as his hands slid over my bum and the full horror of it all became apparent. The magazine, on its cover was an effeminate man dressed in slutty women's clothes the title at the top in black letters "submissive sissy sluts" near the bottom of the page it listed this month's special stories. There it was in red lettering a dominant daddy and his submissive sissy. The sight made my heart pound in a weird mixture of fear, horror and yet it gave me a stupid arousal too. I felt his rough fingers parting my cheeks, I almost screamed, begging him to stop, but no amount of tightening of my buttocks seemed able to stop him. He took his time as I squeaked, pleading and wriggling as he began to rub something greasy between them, over and then actually into me, opening my poor little defenceless struggling rosebud, as I gasped and whimpered, continually begging him to stop. His ministrations went on and on as he teased me there, slowly controlling my reactions and I'm ashamed to say my little penis began tingling and flicking at the erotic sensations he was creating inside me. "Ohhh, oooo ahhh." The soft moans escaped my lips in a natural reaction, before i could think and stop them. Then to my alarm he began to push his cock head against me and I couldn't stop him, I just couldn't. He was entering me, slowly, very slowly. He took his time almost aware of the pain he was causing me, stopping and retracting each time and every time I tensed and squeaked, reading me like a book. I must have eventually given in, I don't know how, why, or when. I relaxed a little more, squirming at his teasing until suddenly to my shocked surprise he was in me. He went deeper and deeper, the confusing feeling of mild pain and fullness mixed with the weirdest sensations in my little penis. Madly he was possessing me with his cock slowly sliding his length fully in me. He held me there for a second, judging my reactions before sliding his hands around me, pushing them up under my bikini top, finding and pinching my nipples, he slowly began to fuck me. I was squeaking, whimpering quivering my eyes blinking in the horror of being taken like that, yet the magazine was right in front of me, filling my field of vision, the erotic feelings growing at the sensory overload going through my body. Gradually he increased the speed of his fucking, thrusting into me and it created the weirdest feeling inside me. Suddenly I felt like I was going to cum, yet he wasn't near my little penis, in fact my little penis wasn't even stiff, it was limply jiggling back and fore between my legs. The sensations built up and built up within me until I felt as if I was cumming and cumming, yet my little penis was only dribbling insanely onto the varnished step beneath me. I must have been moaning continuously too, yet I had no idea that I was, but he was suddenly madly thrusting into me, building to his conclusion. I felt a hot jet of something deep inside me and he gave a huge groan grasping my hips and pulling them tight against him as he did so. He held me there for a few moments as he finished his ejaculations before he withdrew with a satisfied grunt. He did so slowly, but quickly replacing his wilting cock with a shiny steel butt plug which he took from his pocket and easily wriggled into my still spasming hole, confusing me and making me moan once again at this further intrusion. He picked up my dish cloth then and wiped himself before tucking his cock back in and fastening his trousers back up. I just stayed there, quivering and whimpering my eyes closed, the sensations not seeming to end mixed with the horror of it all. Untying my wrists, he spoke. "Get out the way and wipe up your mess, girl." He pulled me back off the steps and into the cabin out of his way, where I virtually collapsed on the floor. He threw the sticky dishcloth at me and pushed past, going back up the steps into the cockpit, back to his rucksack, picking up his magazine on the way. It took me a little while to get myself back on my feet, though I was still trembling badly, my bum feeling strange, a mixture of soreness and fullness. I went to wipe my little penis, but realised with disgust, that I was only wiping his stickiness onto me and I dropped the cloth in horror. He was watching me laughing. "Come here girl, let's get you dressed, put these on." He gesticulated at small pile of clothes he had taken from his rucksack whilst I had been on the cabin floor. I looked at them, then him, hesitating. "Come fucking here like I told ya, or do I have to spank ya again, cos I will! I love laying my hand on that soft fuckin ass of yours." I pulled the bikini top straight for some insane reason, it was all that I was wearing, I'd lost the bottoms in his coupling, reluctantly I climbed up the steps into the cockpit. "Here's ya pretty panties, are ya gonna wear them for Daddy or do ya want to be bare for me?" He held them out to me teasingly and I quickly took them from him, anything to cover myself up, my fingers trembling badly as I did so. "Pity, so, get em on then girl." I stepped into them and pulled them up, I didn't understand what the plug in my bum was and I didn't understand the feeling it was giving me as I tried to move. He laughed, "Here, try this on girl." He handed me a white blouse which was so translucent that you could almost see right through. It felt cool and light in my fingers, and insanely the touch and feel made my little penis tingle stupidly again. "Get it on girl." He easily sounded annoyed and I hurriedly responded to his barked words, pulling it on over my head. It slid down my body over the bikini top, not hiding anything, but more a case of teasingly revealing what was beneath it. "Looks good girl, now get this on." He handed me a miniscule, light weight flared skater skirt in bright red. I whimpered at the sight of it. "Please no," I whimpered. "You gonna go over my knee again girl? Eh, eh?" His face glowed in excitement as he threatened. Still whimpering and quivering all over, I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist, it barely covered my panties. I fastened it about my waist, then tried to tug the hem down to try and give myself at least a little modesty. "Leave it, bitch," he spat. "Now let me look at ya." He made me turn for him. "Lovely, ya look fuckin hot an sexy girl, now stand ere by me while I put some lipstick on ya." I was so distraught, yet so mixed up. I was really afraid of him, but at the same time a submissiveness was bubbling through me and my little penis was tingling even more. Quivering, I stood foolishly between his legs and allowed him to carefully paint my lips. When he was satisfied he smiled wickedly. "You're my little girl now aren't ya?" He didn't expect or wait for a reply. "Now go and get my sandwiches and another can of beer, like a good little girl." I spent the next hour more or less waiting on him. He made a point of patting my bum each time that I came close, whilst he either read his magazine or he was tapping away on his mobile phone as he had been on and off so far that day. Again, mobile phones are such a norm these days that I thought nothing of him using his. Eventually I had a little time to try to eat my own lunch, but as I took it out, he made me go and get the second bottle of the rose coloured drink from his cool box. "You better drink that all up, I don't want to bring it home with me." My heart sank. I went to sit, but before I did, he stopped me. "Put ya foot up here first girl." He pointed to the seat beside him, I didn't notice that he had something in his hand. I nervously put my foot up on the bench, afraid of what he was planning. In a swift motion he was wrapping a chain around my ankle. I say chain, in reality it was an anklet; it was silver coloured with pink glass stones around it and a red heart dangling from it, the inscription "Daddy's girl" on the heart. I began trembling stupidly, as he put it on me, an idiotic tickle in the head of my little penis. He clipped the fastener, but then he slipped a tiny silver padlock through the rings each side of it. As he fastened it my heart leapt into my throat and I felt a surge of submissive sissyness gripping me. "Now you can sit an eat girl." Tottering in a quivering mental confusion I sat gingerly, the plug a constant weird pressurised reminder and my buttocks tender, the bottle and a full glass in front of me with my meagre salad box beside it. I tried to eat, but I felt nauseous only picking at my food, nervously peeping over at him as I did so. He was still reading the magazine, swigging his beer as he read. Something made me glance down, a movement perhaps, to my shock, the zip on his trousers was down and his cock out in his hand, he was slowly stroking himself as he read. The sight made me gasp in disgust, yet it mesmerised me, making me want to watch, somehow, I was stupidly drawn to it. Occasionally his phone would beep as he received another text and he would chuckle before replying to it. Eventually he got up from his seat and went down into the cabin where I heard him take a noisy pee, then I heard the sounds of him rummaging in his coolbox. "My beer's all finished, ya didn't tell me," he shouted up to me grumpily. "We're gonna have to go to the pub now." I looked at him in horror. "Finish up that glass girl an we'll head ashore." How can I even describe the feelings coursing through me, it had been a horrific, embarrassing and filthy ordeal I'd been through already, but it had been in complete privacy and isolation. What he was saying now was a whole new and different thing. He was threatening to take me out in public dressed like this, looking like a complete sissy. The thought of the shame and embarrassment of it were welling up inside me and pumping through my veins "Please, n, no, no I, I can't, please, I, I'll wait here, pleease." I was quivering, the terrible fear of being seen dressed like this building crazily inside me. "Ya know what I said girl, do ya want me to put ya across my knees again? You know how much I love having my hand on that sweet ass of yours." "Please," I whimpered. "Finish up ya glass an shift or by fuck I'll really thrash ya." He was almost spitting with his sudden flash of anger, his eyes gleaming. I was trembling so much by then, that I almost spilt the drink, but I did struggle to finish it, the effect of it immediately making my head fuzzy and confused. I knew he could see what it was doing to me because he turned away and climbed up on the side deck. Pulling the dinghy alongside he was in it in one swift movement. "Come on girl, get your ass into ere, an quick about it." Reluctantly, in a nervy flush of quivering fear, I got up onto the side deck and at his aggressive gesticulations I turned and slid down into the dinghy. He slid his hand over my panty clad bum as I did so and I stiffened with a fearful whimper. He laughed, a coarse laugh. "Sit down there in the stern girl while daddy rows ya ashore." I sat, horribly aware that I was inevitably showing him my panties as I did so. He chuckled again, he almost seemed excited. "You're gonna be a real little slut aren't ya girl?" I tried my best to keep my knees tightly together, holding my hands in front of me in a vain attempt to cover myself up. He just chuckled again, hardly taking his eyes off me as he rowed the dinghy to the beach. When we reached there, he climbed smoothly out and pulled the dinghy up the beach a little before telling me to get out. My reluctance and fearful humiliation were growing more and more. Standing on the beach beside him, he grabbed my wrist, his large hand enclosing tightly. "Come on girl, I'm thirsty." He literally dragged me along by my wrist as I struggled to free myself, half tripping along, beside him. I tried my best to persuade him to stop, begged him not to bring me to the pub, told him I'd wait there for him, but he ignored my begging words. We made our way along a rough path through the woods, then along the edge of a field before emerging onto a road. There, not fifty yards away on the other side of the road was an old drover's inn. It looked run down and scruffy, outside were one or two rough looking cars, a couple of equally tatty pickups and an old tractor. He seemed to know exactly where he was going and with me in complete humiliation whimpering along in tow he headed straight for a door to the side of the building. The door was filthy dirty at the bottom, the little paint left on it, grey and peeling and above it the name of the publican was faded with missing letters. He shoved the door open and dragged me inside. I thought I would die of shame, I was trembling all over, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. The chatter inside stopped the minute we entered, everyone looking over at us, then calls of greeting came from everyone there, they all obviously knew him. He shoved me down onto a settle behind an old table, leaving me there as he headed to the bar. The place was half full of older, scruffy workmen and one or two clustered round him talking to him as he went to the bar, whilst others sat nursing their pints eyeing me lewdly as they did so. I squirmed low in my seat, not daring to look at anyone, my face on fire, the shame eating my insides. "Alright Fred? Pint of the usual for me an a vodka an coke for the girl." The man behind the bar looked short and greasy. "That ya girlfriend?" His grin was vulgar. "She looks Like she could be under age Doug." He was pulling the pint, chuckling as he spoke. "Yeah thats a fuckin good idea Fred, an she gonna be a real little slut too." They both laughed as did the men around him listening, all of them looking over at me with dirty grins. It was a harrowing couple of hours there in that pub, a never ending nightmare. He kept giving me drinks, with a straw so as not to smudge my lipstick, he said, I was feeling more and more drunk and unable to think straight. I missed seeing the nudges and lewd looks and even when one filthy looking old farmer sat by me and put his hand on my leg, I just looked vacantly at him. It was only when I felt his gnarled fingers sliding up under my skirt that something registered and I gasped trying to push him away. He cackled, his hand unmoving as I struggled weakly. I looked for him, Doug, for some support, some help. There was a sea of faces at the bar, watching, smirking lustfully, his amongst them. "Stop it," I managed to mumble in a slightly drunken slur, still struggling to push his hand away. "Give im a kiss, girl, you should thank im for fancyin ya." Doug's voice always sounded so aggressive. "Noo," I whispered, trying to find him amongst the faces, pleading with my eyes. "Ya fuckin heard me girl, or do ya want me to put ya over my knees again right here?" he paused waiting to see my horrified reaction. "Ya'd like that wouldn't ya boys?" There was a loud chorus of crude agreement. "Now give im a big kiss girl, an tell im thank you, nicely." His words rolled over me, sending quivers of confused drunken emotions through me. I could see him rolling up his sleeves and I knew that he meant what he was saying and I dragged my eyes back to the old farmer beside me, who's hand was moving further up under my skirt again. He smirked at me his whiskered cheeks wrinkled and creased, then pursed his lips preparing for the kiss. I swayed slightly, unable to take my eyes off his lips, his other hand slipped around me turning me towards him, his lips coming closer and closer until I closed my eyes and stupidly, drunkenly, pursed my lips too. The cheer was a loud noise somewhere in the background, the beery breath dominating my senses. Unable to have any control over myself in my inebriated state, my mouth opened to him and suddenly he was French kissing me. He must have known I was a male then, if he hadn't before, not that it stopped him, in fact it seemed to spur him on. It was only thinking back and thinking about that kiss and the way he mauled me, that made me feel sick and disgusted. At the time I was lost, my brain was addled and insanely I was allowing him to do it and even reacting positively to it. How na?ve of me to even think that I looked like a female at all. Did I? Perhaps I did, I just didn't know I was so confused, the things he had made me wear and the way he treated me, that was the effect that Doug was having on me, somehow, he had almost brainwashed me. I had no idea that there was discussion going on with Doug and one of the others as the old farmer mauled and kissed me, keeping me in a shameful drunken quivering and I'm ashamed to say, aroused state. It was only when he released me from his grasp that I saw the rope. They held me between them then as they slipped the slip knot over my wrists and pulled it tight. The slip knot was at one end of a short length of rope which had a loop on the other end, almost like a dog's lead. I was busy trying to figure out what was happening when the rope tightened and I was suddenly jerked to my feet. "Cmon girl, we got to go, we got a tide to catch." He was grinning widely, in fact when I glanced around me everyone was grinning widely. "Make sure ya bring er back soon Doug, we got unfinished business" A weedy voice squawked close by followed by a chorus of noise from around me. "Don't worry boys, ya'll all get ya turn, I'll make sure o that," With that hideous statement, which again just buzzed around my intoxicated head, I found myself being pulled along out through the door. Wordlessly he tugged me along, across the road and down the field, taking the path down through the woods until we got to a little opening to the right which I had not seen when we had come up from the beach. The opening was just a narrow little windy footpath which seemed to meander deeper into the overgrowth. He turned that way dragging me along and I staggered after him for five minutes or so until we came to a clearing where a big tree had fallen over. It was held up a little off the ground, its massive girth creating a wall in front of us. "I need a piss." He pulled me close to him as he said it, backing me up against the tree. "Unzip me an take my cock out girl." I hesitated in repugnance. "DO IT Or ELSE." His shout made me jump and I hurriedly squatted down in front of him. I brought my hands to the front of his trousers and awkwardly tried to unzip him. "HURRY UP or I'll piss myself," he roared. Quivering I managed to get hold of the zip and pulled it down in jerky tugs. "Now get my cock out girl." He wasn't shouting anymore in fact he sounded odd. Trembling in a mixture of disgust and suspense, I opened his trousers and taking a deep quivering breath, reached in, touched it and hesitantly pulled it out. It was hot, already engorged a thick heated snake ready to bite. "Hold it so I can take a piss girl." I stood up, looking at him in horror. "DO IT." It was an awful situation, he was so close in front of me, against me, crushing me back against the tree. Struggling, I reached down between us with my tied hands and grasped his cock between them, my palms sliding on him, my fingers closing around him. I'm short, short for a man and he is a large man, holding his cock between my hands i more or less held it pointing just below my waist. He slid his hands down my sides and slowly pulled my skirt up to my waist smirking as he did so, then leaning his face in close to mine he began to do two things one after the other. He began to kiss my neck and then he began to urinate. I was trapped, my hands held wrapped around his cock, I couldn't push him away to stop him giving my neck love bites and I could only hold him there as a jet of his urine began to hit my panties, soaking me and cascading down between my legs and over my own confined little penis. I spread my legs to avoid his urine soaking me completely, whimpering and wriggling at the sensations eating into my erogenous zones, then to my own horrified surprise I found myself starting to pee too. He knew exactly what was happening, sensing my weakness and submission, his hands going up under my blouse, under the bikini top and pinching my nipples to increase the feelings and sensations coursing through me. I don't know how long he showered me with his urine, only that I had long stopped and only been left with an awareness of a dripping, tingling, dribbling from my little penis. I was weak when he eased away from me, so much so I almost slipped to the ground, but he had me, turning me so that I was facing the tree and lifting me my arms up above my head until the rope hooked over a rusted spike driven way above my head. It held me there dangling my feet inches off the ground, for him to do what he wanted. He worked my panties down to my ankles and pulled them off me. "Naughty baby, you've soaked your panties, an I thought you were a big girl, you should be wearin a nappy." He chuckled as he said it, knowing the tingling submissive state I was in. I felt his hand over my bum spreading my cheeks and seeking the silver plug that was nestled there creating that constant pressure within me, as it had been all that afternoon. I felt him grip it and then gently work it out from me. I almost knew what was going to happen and I was hysterically whimpering in fearful anticipation. He entered me quickly, his thrust quick, giving me a sharp pain as he did so, but he knew me now, knew what he could do and how to do it. Crushed against the tree he slowly fucked me once again, enjoying himself and taking his time as he took me. "Ya loved tha farmer didn't ya girl, didn't ya eh?" he whispered in my ear between his slow thrusts, waiting for my answer. I tried to shut my ears, I hated it, hated him, yet I was quivering all over trying and failing to ignore the sensations he was creating again. Then I felt his fingers slide down between my legs, finding and grasping me. His hand enclosed me, pushing my little penis down, so that it was trapped between my legs against my perineum where he squeezed me tightly rubbing me against myself teasing my dribbling wetness. "Didn't ya girl, tell me, admit it." The feelings in my tightly squeezed struggling little penis were driving me crazy, imprisoned as I was in his big hand as he massaged me against myself creating maddening sensations within me. He slowly increased the rhythm of his thrusts yet still holding my little penis tightly. I was loosing my mind, my whimpers turning into moans and my moans getting louder as he used me, riding me towards an insane, foolish, unfulfilling climax. "Tell me girl, tell me, admit it slut." "Yess, yesss ohhhhhh god." I couldn't help myself as I moaned. He exploded within me yet again, his mouth against my ear hissing as he came. "He's gonna ave ya too ya slut, an your gonna let im do it." Pulling his dribbling cock from me, he inevitably replaced it with the plug, sealing his semen inside me once again. He tidied himself, wiping himself on my wet panties and putting himself away as I hung there whimpering. When he was ready, he lifted me, slipping the rope off the hook and dropping me to the floor. I could hardly stand, my legs so weak and quivering that I nearly collapsed. He pulled me to my feet his hand under my arm holding me up as he guided me roughly back through the woods to the dinghy. Soon we were alongside my boat and he was pushing me up onto the deck, his rough hands on my bare bottom. He had the engine started and the anchor up as I sat there in a fuddled dream, the journey out through the gap in the wall and on into the main river just a blur. The drone of the engine lulling me and I half dozed until I was awoken by him undoing my wrists. "Here, get these on, we cant ave you showin your bare ass to everyone girl." He shoved the slightly moist bikini bottoms into my hand. "An get a move on, we'll be there in a couple of minutes." I looked vacantly at the bikini bottoms then unthinkingly, put them on. Standing up I tried to focus and look around me. To my surprise we were just approaching the fuelling pontoon and then the full horror dawned on me. I was wearing the miniskirt and virtually see through blouse over that bikini, everyone would see me. "Get on the deck ready to tie us fast girl." It was an order a gruff assertive order. I hurriedly looked around for my clothes, a panic once again building inside me. "Get a fuckin move on before we hit it girl or do ya want me to shout at ya here?" With a fearful reluctance and attempting to keep a low profile, I slipped out onto the deck and took hold of the ropes ready. He brought the boat alongside with a practiced ease. "Jump off and make fast girl," he shouted. A man fishing on the quay glanced our way. I jumped with the ropes, trying my best to look away from him and hurriedly, though rather poorly made us off. He sneered at me. "Make sure ya do it better next time girl." In a smooth unhurried way he got his rucksack and coolbox, leaving me standing there on the pontoon in burning embarrassment, not daring to look anywhere, afraid to be spotted at any minute. Eventually he seemed ready and stepped ashore. "See ya tomorrow girl, now give us a kiss goodbye like a good girl," he swiftly grabbed me by the arm as he spoke, pulling me too him before I could move. His kiss was strong, almost violent and left me gasping in self disgust and yet foolishly weak and trembling and then he was gone, heading up the ramp ashore. I stood there confused watching him go for a minute then managed to shake myself to pull myself together. Moving as fast as I could I undid the ropes holding the boat and hopped awkwardly on to it. My little skirt flipping in the air as I did so, my bikini bottoms on full view, unaware that the fisherman was watching me closely, smirking. I motored back up the river at full throttle without a backward glance, wanting to put it all behind me, the whole horrible experience of the day. It took me a half an hour to get back to my mooring, thank goodness it was getting dusk and no one seemed to be about to see me picking up my mooring dressed like that. As soon as I had moored properly, I scurried down into the cabin to find my clothes so that I could change and get home. I was desperate for a shower to cleans myself of the disgusting filth of such a horrid day. There was a problem, however, I couldn't find my shorts and tee shirt anywhere, the only thing I found was the pair of panties I had worn that morning and they were wet and sticky. I looked everywhere in growing panic and frustration until I finally gave in, I would have to go ashore and drive home dressed like that. I crept back out into the cockpit, but to my relief it had gone quite dark. The trip ashore and the journey home was uneventful, though done in a nerve wracking rush, but eventually I arrived on my drive and got into my home, thankfully locking the front door behind me. Needless to say the first thing I did when I'd got in the shower was to get that hateful plug out and then I spent an age under steaming hot water scrubbing my entire body trying to rid myself of the horrors of the day and frustrated by the fact that almost my entire body was stained brown. The only white parts were where I had worn the bikini and right now, that white seemed an all the stronger contrast to the brown. It was as if i was wearing a see through white bra and panties, the sight sending stupid humiliating feelings through me. By the end of it all I collapsed in bed in complete exhaustion, too tired to think anymore.