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I awoke to the sun streaming through the gap in my bedroom curtains. It was Sunday, the terrors of yesterday over, I shuddered with horror just recalling it. I wondered what I should do, should I report him, report it, after all it was rape wasn't it? Thinking of him I started to fret at the thought of going to the refuelling pontoon and seeing him again, finally deciding that I wouldn't, I would have to bring my fuel down in cans instead, better that I stayed well clear of it and him. As to reporting the event, I would have to think hard about that, guessing the humiliation and embarrassment such a thing would bring. Normally I only wore a big baggy tee shirt to bed, but as I slipped out from under the quilt I felt something tickling my ankle. I glanced down thinking that it was an insect or something and I saw it! The anklet was still there, fastened and twinkling in the light, the sight of it creating a knot in my tummy and yet my little penis stupidly beginning to tingle too. I examined it closely to get it off, feeling for the fastening clip but only discovering the little padlock across it, I tugged futilely at it, pulling in the hope it would spring open or the chain would break, but I only succeeded in hurting my ankle. In the end I gave up, I'd have to look for a pliers or something when I was up. Habitually I always put underwear on before going down to make my tea, then I'd usually slouch around in panties and baggy tee shirt until I knew I had to get myself dressed for the day. When I opened my drawer, seeing the panties there, suddenly they had a new meaning, evoking memories of the previous day. I felt myself tremble a stupid sissyness bubbling inside me, I couldn't stop myself reaching out and touching them, I knew that I should have shoved them to one side and rummaged for the few pairs of male pants beneath them, but just the touch was enough to make me quiver. I couldn't stop myself from taking out one of the sexiest pairs and putting them on, their caress and feel, feeding my emotions, confusing me, creating a sissy feeling inside me that had never existed within me before. Trying to control myself and pull myself together, seeking a return to normality, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Tea, that would clear my head and help me to make a decision on what to do. I made myself a mug and went to sit at the kitchen table when I noticed the little light on my phone flashing to indicate a message. Who would be messaging me on a Sunday morning? I sat with my tea and opened the phone, there were some WhatsApp messages but I didn't recognise the number. I opened the app and froze in horror as I saw his picture. I almost dropped my phone dreading to look at the messages, but eventually steadied myself enough to read them. "Darling, it was so kind of you to invite me out on your boat yesterday, I must admit I was taken aback when you asked me, but overjoyed that you had. It was such a pleasant surprise too, to see how you had dressed in your skimpy shorts for our trip and I was shocked and delighted too when you teased me and then kissed me. As a mature shy gay man, it is so difficult for me to meet others especially a young and pretty person like you. I had no idea you were gay before and certainly no idea that you were a crossdresser love. I must admit it took me aback a little when you put on your bikini! But you did look incredibly sexy in it and when we went for that little walk with you in a skirt and top, I was overwhelmed. Thank you so much for a wonderful day darling and yes, I would love to come with you again next Saturday and......., I feel so emotional saying this and I've thought long and hard about it since you asked me......., yes I would love to be your boyfriend. Love you and see you soon darling xxx." I was shocked, I read it through twice. What the hell was this all about? It was blatant lies! The way he'd written it he was saying that everything that had happened was all my idea. He was saying that I had instigated it all, it was as if I'd planned and prepared the whole day. OK yes, I had asked if he wanted a trip on the boat, but that was it. As to being gay, that was a nonsense and crossdresser, never! OK so I had a fetish for wearing panties, but that was it. Until, yesterday I had never worn women's clothes before, well, not that I'd admit to having done so anyway. Except for the panties that is. I was worried and confused by the message and I was reading it through for the fourth time when I heard the sound of the letterbox with a clunk of something hitting the floor. What on earth could that be, they don't deliver post on a Sunday. Taking one last glance at the weird message I walked out to the hallway, there on the mat was a brown A4 envelope. I picked it up wondering who the heck was posting letters on a Sunday. Turning it over there was one word on the envelope, "girl." I almost dropped it when I saw that word, it was from him, it must be from him. I nervously brought it into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table looking at it, reluctant and almost too afraid to open it. Eventually, after looking at it for a long minute I pulled the flap up and slowly, with a pumping heart, I drew the contents out. There was a bundle of pieces of plain paper on top of which was something akin to tissue paper with a page of writing on it. Literally quivering, I began to read it. "Good morning girl, you should have received and read my message on your phone by now and as you are a simple little sissy girl, I expect that you are confused by it. Well, let me explain it to you. If you were to decide to make a little fuss about our fun times, then I would share that message with everyone! Make your own conclusions to that. And in case you were still not convinced that you have to be a good girl, then, I have created a blog in your name of all the pictures that I took yesterday, I have included some here with this letter. I have already shared them with my friends, but I am sure you'd love me to send them to your work, or the local newspaper and even to make your blog completely public." I was shaking so much now and there was a roaring in my ears, I could hardly carry on reading. So, with an awful sinking feeling burning inside me I turned to the pages of plain paper beneath the flimsy letter. The first was a picture of my boat tied up alongside the refuelling barge, I was wearing my pink and white strappy top tee shirt and pink shorts, I was waving as if at the camera. I had never realised how much like a sissy I looked, I blushed at the sight hurriedly turning to the next. In this one I was standing in the bow, bent over, ready with the anchor. My pink shorts looked very short and tight across my bum, the fair hair on my legs hardly visible and again I had no idea how revealing they looked and how effeminate I looked. Trembling with a growing feeling of embarrassment I quickly turned to the next one. I froze, my face burning, a flush of humiliation flowing through me. I was again at the bow, I was wearing the light bikini, the pink hearts quite visible and I was looking at the camera and to my confusion and distress I seemed to be smiling. I hurried to the next in a horrified suspense. I was climbing over the side of the boat into the dinghy. I was wearing the skirt and top, but the picture had focussed on my semi translucent panties which clung to my bum and hid little. In complete shock and humiliation now, I hurried on, hardly wanting to flick through them, yet unable to stop myself. The next was a picture of me on the beach, the skirt obvious and the translucent top easily showing the bikini bra beneath it, I looked like a total and complete sissy. The next picture, however, made me gasp in alarm, I was sitting in the bar, looking totally effeminate, to my horror, I was kissing the rough old farmer and worse still it looked like I was enjoying it. It took me a few minutes to try and gain some control of myself so that I could continue to read the letter. "You are MY little sissy now and you will do exactly as you are told to do, or you can guess at the consequences. You will meet me in the car park of the Tesco super store at 2 o'clock this afternoon, I will be parked by the click and collect shelter, park beside me. Wear a tight tee shirt and a pair of your shorts, make sure that they are brief or I will make you change them in the car park and remember no socks and only sandals on your feet Bring this letter with you, you can keep your photos, but I expect you to keep them visible in your house. Now go and take a picture of yourself and send it to me, I want to see what you are wearing." My phone bleeped to say another message was received almost as soon as I had finished reading the letter. I stared at my phone a second, hardly daring to pick it up. Eventually with trembling fingers I did. "Are you there darling?" was all it said. It's confusing the feelings that went through me when I saw it, I should have been angry or just ignored it, but a submissive knot was tightening in my tummy and for some stupid, crazy idiotic reason my little penis had started tingling. In a half reluctance I took a picture of myself using my mobile phone, in the mirror in the hallway. It showed me in my baggy tee shirt and with my arms raised taking the picture, showing a glimpse of my panties. Trembling I sent it on his WhatsApp. The reply came quickly "Take that tee shirt off and take it again." Almost whimpering I took my tee shirt / night shirt off and stood there in the sexy panties, the white shape from the bikini top obvious. I took another photo and sent it to him in a raised emotion. "Lovely panties and gorgeous tan lines you naughty little slut. You had better go and put your skirt and blouse back on you little teaser, the ones you wore yesterday. I'd love it if you sent me another picture when you're wearing them." He was being friendly writing his messages, but I knew the underlying threat and forcefulness in his words Whimpering to myself I hurried upstairs, the skirt and blouse were on top of the washing basket in the bathroom where I had thrown them the night before. Putting them on sent me into a downward spiral of submissive sissyness and memories. Once again they were creating feelings inside me that I had never ever felt before meeting him. I took the picture I knew what he was threatening and the consequences terrified me, the shutter clicked and I was lost in a quivering submissive whorl. "Good girl, I will see you at 2 at Tesco, don't be late darling and yes of course you must bring your skirt and top with you, silly girl and don't forget your purse and handbag of course." I tried to do my usual Sunday chores in a mental fug. The clothes, the threats and the prospect of meeting him again fuelling the fear that was possessing me, twisting my brain in knots. I hardly touched my lunch and I was in a distraught state as I dressed in the brief pair of shorts, terrified he might make me change into something else if they weren't acceptable. I chose a baby blue pair which were a match to the previous day's pink ones and I put on a light blue striped tee shirt to go with it. It was only when I was getting ready to go that I remembered the chain around my ankle and realised just how plainly visible it was. A conspicuous and humiliating thing which made me quiver in embarrassment, it was so obvious it would surely be being noticed and that thought just added to my mental weakness. I drove into the car park in a fit of nerves and found the spot he had said, he was already parked there in a large transit van with his name on the side. He got out as I pulled up, he was wearing jeans and a rough checked shirt and looked big and imposing. I stopped the car and he gesticulated for me to get out and reluctantly I did. He looked me up and down. "Give me a twirl girl." His voice was coarse. Hesitantly I did as he said and turned around. "Hmmm." His hand shot out and he pulled me to him. "Give me a kiss girl." Before I could react, I was held tightly, his lips mashed against mine. Then he released me a second "I said kiss girl." His eyes burned with annoyance as he hissed the words. I knew what he wanted and I reluctantly relaxed my lips. Smirking, he was suddenly snogging me, his tongue between them, reaming my mouth leaving me gasping, embarrassed and trembling weakly. "Have you got your purse girl?" I nodded and showed him the bum bag I had belted around my waist. "Hmm." He looked at it scornfully. "Take it off and loop it over your shoulder." Trembling, I did as he said. It looked a bit like a handbag "It'll have to do for now, come on girl we got shoppin to do, give me your hand." Reluctantly I lifted my hand and suddenly he had it gripped tightly in his rough paw and I was being dragged along towards the entrance. I pulled back trying to stop him, to stop myself. "Walk properly by me girl, or I'll put you over my knee here and now." He almost spat the words. "An remember, if ya don't behave I'm gonna publish your pretty pictures." With a feeling of dread and a fluttering heart, I gave in and went along with him, holding his hand as if he was either my boyfriend or my parent. I kept my eyes down all the time we were in there, I couldn't look up, I couldn't face anybody, the humiliation constantly bubbling inside me. We took a trolley which he pushed with one hand, still holding mine in his other and we went to the cosmetics area first. He talked loudly all the time as he chose things for me, anyone close by would have heard as he said what I needed, increasing my humiliation. First there was hair depilating cream, three big tubes, then body lotion and body oil. Next there came makeup, mascara, lipstick, blusher, eyeshadow and then cheap perfume. Then he picked hair clips, ribbons and scrunchies. I thought that would be it, that we would go then, but no. he dragged me round to the escalator and we headed upstairs to what I knew was the clothing department. He began at the young person's area, where there were rows of school uniforms. Picking out a dress, meant for a thirteen year old, he held it against me, I tried to wriggle away, to escape somehow, but his grip was too tight and instead he spoke in a raised voice. "Stand still for me to see the size on you girl, or do I have to make you go and try it on in the changing room?" I froze, looking around to see if anyone had heard. "Pleease." I whimpered. I thought he would slap me then, "DO IT," he hissed. I stood then, in total embarrassment allowing him to hold various items up in front of me until we had covered the whole girl's and ladies' area and almost filled the trolley with the school uniform, loads of ludicrously tarty girl's clothing and stacks of underwear. We headed to a checkout at the further end of the store where there was a large bluff faced and not very friendly looking woman. I tottered along behind him, my hand once again held in his. When we got there, it was he that spoke to the woman at the counter. "If they don't fit, can she return them?" He smiled at her as he spoke. She smiled back, telling him that it would be no problem, and they continued with a random chat whilst I stood there in anguished humiliation. She took her time, making a point of discussing each item of the clothing with him as she folded it. I just wanted to run off, it was agony, but she finally cashed up and told us the price and he turned to me. "There you are love, use the card that Daddy gave you." Behind the smile I could see the evil, dare to disobey me eyes that he gave me. In a torrent of humiliation and not daring to look at the woman I paid with my card and was ready to head out of the store as quickly as I could. He stopped me. "Where are your manners girl, thank the nice lady nicely." He was testing me, piling on the pressure, knowing the embarrassment it was causing within me. Blushing bright red I mumbled thank you, half glancing at her as I did so. She had a big wicked smile on her face as if she was in on this whole thing. "By Gloria, see you later." His words confused me, but I didn't have time to think as he almost pulled me along out of the store. We got back to my car, right by the click and collect stand where I'd left a car's gap between his van and my car. Scrabbling for my keys I opened it, I just wanted to get it all over with so that I could go home and hide. He oversaw me loading the bags into the back seat, I almost threw them in and closed the door as quickly as I could. "Where is my letter and where is your skirt and top girl." He was so assertive, almost aggressive when he spoke. I opened the front door of the car and leaned in, taking out the letter and the clothing, I just assumed that as they were his, he wanted them back. "Give me the letter and change into your clothes." He held his hand out. I couldn't believe my ears, I was about to say no when he read my mind once again. "When we get home you are going to have a spanking girl and then I will publish your blog with your pictures, to the public, now DO IT." Whimpering I let him take the letter from me, then I looked around for somewhere private to change. "Do it here, in front of me girl," he spat. My embarrassment knew no bounds, but I knew that it was no empty threat. Hurrying, not wanting to be seen, I took off my shorts and tee shirt, passing them to his outstretched hand. I stood there for a few seconds in the sexy panties I had stupidly chosen that morning, the white on my skin, where the bra had been across my chest, visible brightly in contrast to the tanned brown stain of almost all of the rest of my body. Rushing, I put on the translucent top and then pulled up the painfully short skirt. "Where's your bra girl?" He was eyeing me critically. I shook my head. "I, I didn't," I began "Hmphh, not good enough, that's another black mark, now give me your house keys." "Pleease." I pleaded, but his hand was out again. Whimpering I turned, bending to reach back into the car, where it was on the passenger seat. The touch of his hand on my bum made me jump and I bumped my head as I tried to turn and stand. I handed him the key, the fear bubbling up inside me. "Now put your arms around my neck and give us a nice kiss." It was a hiss that he said it and he paused waiting for me to disobey again. I took a deep breath and did what he told me, he stood head and shoulders above me so I had to stand on tiptoe to reach up to put my arms around his neck. His arms were around me in a swift and sure movement, turning me away from the car and him against it as he did so. The kiss was once again a dominant deep throated French kiss which I whimpered into, in abject disgust and embarrassment, unaware that one of his hands had slipped down under my skirt, lifting it and cradling my bum for all to see as he snogged me. The kiss went on for what seemed like an age and then he finally stopped. "Smile baby, smile at me, I want you to look like you love me. Now Smile, really smile." The challenge was in his eyes. I did my best, I tried as hard as I could to smile at him. Looking up at him, my arms still around his neck, his hands still around me and I smiled beatifically at him. I hated him, hated this, hated what he was making me do, but I knew that if he carried out his threat he could ruin my life. "Good girl, now let's drive home, I'm going to follow you and I want you to have all your lovely purchases on the doorstep by the time I get there" He kissed me again quickly and then released me, going over to and opening his van. I could hardly stand for a minute, then collapsed into my car. The journey home was fraught with anxiety, at being seen dressed as I was and with a fearful foreboding as to what was going to happen when we got there. I got home quite quickly, but as I sidled nervously out of the car, I remembered that he had my house key and yet his instruction were unnerving me. Taking a deep breath and trying not to be seen, I quickly unloaded the shopping bags and was about to hide back in the car when he pulled up the drive beside me. He looked at the bags, then at me. "Good girl, now let's go inside with them." There was a hard edge to his voice. We were soon in the hallway, surrounded by the bags, the front door closed. "Bring them up to your bedroom girl, then strip." I looked up at him. "Please, I don't want to, I, I, can't do this anymore." I was aware that my voice was small and trembling. "You are going to and you will do exactly as you're told because you know the consequences if you don't, now do as you're told." He followed me up the stairs and into my bedroom, and to my horror I realised that he was carrying his horrible rucksack with him. "Now strip girl." As I nervously undressed he rummaged through some of the shopping bags, finally coming out with the tubes of depilatory cream. "Hurry up girl." I finally took off my panties and stood there trembling in naked fear. "Now into the bathroom, get a move on." He followed me in, his hand touching my bum as I passed him, then he handed one of the tubes to me. "Rub it all over y'self, everywhere, get it? If Ya don't, I'll do it for ya." Literally trembling, I did as I was told, he watched me for a second then he disappeared leaving me to it. By the time he had returned I had covered most of my body with the cream, but he didn't seem satisfied. He took the half squeezed tube from me and carried on, making me turn and twist, his hands going into my most intimate places until he was satisfied that he had completely coated me with it. "Give me your hands girl." Reluctantly I held my hands out towards him. His hand snaked into his pocket as I did so and there were the horrible handcuffs, that I remembered and hated so much. I tried to jerk my hands back away from him, but a naked trembling whimp like me was no match for him. The handcuffs were fastened before I could even squeak. He looked around and saw the coat hook that was on the wall behind the door and he pulled me over to it hooking the handcuffs up over it. It wasn't terribly high, but once he had hooked me there, I couldn't reach high enough to get the cuffs back off it. I was stuck standing there, naked and covered in the cream that was slowly beginning to sting horribly. He left me there as I tugged at my bonds, whimpering and quivering, desperate to itch, to scrabble the cream back off me. I had no idea what he was doing, I could hear him going from room to room as I dangled in torment. Eventually he returned, releasing one of the cuffs so that I could shower in relief, what little hair I had on my body, washed down the drain, leaving me bare and teasingly smooth. He handed me the body lotion then, brusquely instructing me to use it to stop the sting, watching me as I did it. "Good, now come with me girl." He had the free cuff in his hand as he said it and I found myself pulled along, naked, out of the bathroom, along the landing and into my mother's old bedroom. On the bed was the girl's school uniform, complete with underwear and socks. "Get dressed girl." I looked at him pleadingly once again, about to beg him to stop all this, but the immediate flash of anger in his face made me freeze and instead I slowly began to dress. The underwear made me tremble as I put it on, the feeling on my smooth sensitive skin giving me the weirdest sensations that coursed through me. I was sure the dress wouldn't fit me but to my shock it did, very snuggly and a little short as I was obviously slightly taller than a girl in her early teens, each item of clothing I put on debased me, feeding those emotions and increasing the submissiveness inside me. As soon as I was fully dressed, he made me stand foolishly in front of him. "Sit." He pointed at the dressing table stool facing the mirror. I sat not wanting to look at myself. "Hands behind your back girl." I knew what was going to happen, I didn't want to do it, but his sudden grip on my wrist convinced me, the click of the free cuff locking sent a jerk of emotion through me. "Look at me." He stood in front of me and I nervously looked up at him. A lipstick was in his hand, it was Mum's from the dressing table that I had never cleared. I gave a little quivering moan as he thickly painted my lips with it. Replacing the lipstick on her dressing table he picked up her brush and surprisingly gently brushed me hair. I closed my eyes, the feeling confusing me until I felt him tugging and twisting my hair. I didn't really realise what he was doing, it felt as if he was pulling my hair out and it made me squeak. "Shut up ya little baby." He moved over to the bed and I could see myself in the mirror. I gasped in shock and horror, he had put my hair in bunches and I looked stupidly childish and effeminate. I wanted to look away but it was a foolish struggle, then I caught his movement out of the corner of my eye and I glanced across at him. It made me gasp once again, he had taken off his jeans and his boxers and his cock was half stiff jutting out from his groin. "Ya been a bad girl, I kept on warnin ya to behave over and over an ya kept bein a disobedient girl. I warned ya that I was gonna spank ya. You knows I loves spanking ya don't ya? Well now your gonna ave a good spanking to make ya behave like a good little girl, unerstan?" Now come ere, cross my knees an quick about it." He approached me as he spoke and pulled me up to my feet, spinning me around he sat on the side of the bed twisting me off my balance and over his knees as he did so. With my hands cuffed behind my back I was unable to stop him and before I knew it I was whimpering across his knees. Slowly he wriggled my dress up over my bottom until it was around my waist, he placed his hand on my bum for a few seconds then, before pulling my panties down to my knees. He parted my cheeks then, much to my disgust and humiliation and he grunted. "You aint wearin ya pretty plug are ya girl?" he didn't wait for an answer. "Lucky for you I found im in ya bathroom an put im in my pocket." He obviously pulled it out of his pocket and I heard him spitting on it before I felt it, cold, touching me there. "Noo, please," I whimpered in a natural reaction, my buttocks tensing, my hips trying to move away and avoid it. I froze as I felt his erection bare against my tummy and then he was pushing the plug into me. I squealed and whimpered but to my shock it entered me easily and I could feel myself drawing it into me even though I didn't want to. "That's more like it girl, now lets give ya a good spanking." It took less than five minutes for me to be sobbing and begging for him to stop. "Are ya gonna be a good girl then?" He paused for my reply. "Yess, yess," I sobbed. "Then tell me girl, tell Daddy your gonna be a good girl and behave an do as your told." He gave me a couple of extra spanks as he spoke. "Yess, yess...I , I , yes Daddy I'll be a good girl and do as I'm told." I could hear my voice a trembling whimper in my own ears. I felt him moving, heard him rustling about in his rucksack which he'd pulled on the bed beside him. He slid something around my waist under my dress, it felt like a leather belt. He pulled it tight, very tight, and buckled it under me. He pulled my legs apart then and I felt him sliding what felt like another belt between my legs, but this one felt softer more elasticated. He adjusted my little penis so that it was back between my legs, pushing my testicles back into me and at the same time pulling the belt back and up between my cheeks, holding me tightly there as he fastened it to further buckles onto the belt around my waist at my back. It felt weird, I was trapped enclosed chastised. I heard him grunting then as if he was concentrating and suddenly, I felt a buzzing vibration near the head of my little penis. It seemed that there was a vibrating bullet built into the belt which held it tight against me. In his hand was a little remote that controlled it. He played with the remote for a few minutes judging my reaction as he played with the controls, then when he was satisfied he pulled my panties back up and my dress back over my bottom, the little bullet continuing to tickle me. It was only when he pushed me off his knees onto the floor that I realised that his cock was fully engorged and erect now. "Now say thank you girl and kiss Daddy's cock." He looked at me carefully, testing me, watching my reaction as he spoke. "Or do I ave to spank ya again girl." He smiled widely as he said it, flexing his hand. Quivering I got onto my knees and slipped between his legs. "Thank you Daddy," I whispered, his cock looking huge and stiff, my eyes foolishly glued to it. I reached forward awkwardly out of balance, my hands tight behind me, his stiffness dominating my vision, getting closer and closer, throbbing, stiff, hot and wet. I couldn't stop myself opening my mouth ready for it, for some crazy reason I was gasping, panting even and then I was leaning forward, uncontrollably kissing his gleaming smooth head. At the same time, the vibrations were varying on the head of my little penis confusing me, twisting my mind and without thinking and to my later disgust, I allowed his throbbing smoothness to slip in between my lips. In my idiotic reaction I began to suck it like a lollypop, his hands sliding up to and gripping my bunches as I did so, pulling me further and further on to him. "That's it baby, suck Daddy," he grunted. "Suck Daddy real nice now like a good girl." His voice almost a growl, his cock getting harder and harder hitting the back of my throat as he spoke, controlling me. The mixture of eroticisms and the on and on gentle teasing to my penis was making me whimper and he began to slowly move me up and down on him as I sucked stupidly, my eyes closed. Gradually his all powerful mushroom thrust against the back of my mouth and into my throat, each time causing me to stiffen and gag. He didn't rush though, he took his time enjoying himself until he inexorably thrust through my gag reflex into my throat. Each time he did it, he held me there a brief second as I almost choked on his masculine invasion, before pulling back a little to allow me to breath again. It went on and on, I don't know how long, there was no concept of time, he controlled me and played me until suddenly his hold was fiercer, longer, making me struggle for breath as he finally climaxed, ejaculating his seed deep into my desperately swallowing throat. His pulling back only making me swallow more of his spawn filling my tummy. "There, there, that's it, swallow it all ya little slut, let Daddy's seed fill ya belly, digest them so they grows inside ya." His voice full of primeval lust. He let go of my bunches then and pushed me back off him, his cock dribbling the remnants of his climax over my lips as he did so. I half watched him put his boxer shorts and jeans back on, whilst I knelt there burping and confused, the vibrations still teasing me. Reaching across to the ever present evil rucksack he pulled out what first appeared to be a black strap. He sat in front of me again and smiling wickedly he dangled it in front of me. My eyes slowly focussed on it and I gasped in horror, yet my little penis tensed, pushing me tighter to the little vibrator, the feeling making me moan. It was a penis gag, he rubbed it over my lips, that awful smile on his face as he gently forced it between them. It was in my mouth so quickly, defeating my tongues attempt to stop it. He fed the straps beneath my bunches and began to buckle it behind me head. "Do you like it baby? Hmm?" I grunted and gasped around the gag. "Shall I pull it tight baby? Shall I?" I gurgled trying to speak, trying to shake my head. "You do baby? Yes you do, don't you?" He was playing with me. I tried to gurgle a noo, tried to beg him I didn't want it, to stop, but that horrible smile was on his face and I felt the buckle tightening behind my head, the rubber penis pulling deeper and deeper into my mouth until it was just tickling my gag reflex. "There, isn't that nice baby?" I was whimpering constantly, trying my best to stop gagging. He pushed me over onto my back then, I was totally unable to stop him and he followed me, his rucksack pulled along after him. I can't understand why I was such a push over, why didn't I fight, kick and stop him, but I guess it was all too late for me to even think. The rope he tied around my ankles, held them tightly together and I lay there trussed and at his mercy. He was almost humming in his elation as he turned me onto my tummy and lifted my dress again and I squirmed, terrified, under him. He pulled my panties down slightly and my body stiffened in awful expectation, but it was the buckles on the belts he was after. He adjusted and tightened them until my weeping penis was pulled right back, almost touching the plug. The vibrating bullet adjusted hard against it immediately making me wriggle and the strap going on up between my cheeks tightened more, so that it was holding the plug deep inside me. "That's better isn't it baby?" He didn't expect a reply. "Now let's see if we can make your little toy work like I programmed it." He reached across me and I just managed to see him pick up a small black box. He studied it carefully a second, then pressed a few buttons. The vibrations stopped a second and my body relaxed from its torment. "It should start in a second slut." And after a pause it did, beginning very softly, hardly noticeably I felt him doing something at the back of the belt around my waist, where he slipped the controller into a little pocket there. He pulled my panties back up then, over the belts and my dress back down, patting my bum as he did so. Walking out of the room he left me there, the vibrations slowly growing second by second, I whimpered and squirmed on the floor, the increasing vibrations teasing me until I was getting closer and closer to my own climax. I was almost there, a deep need to cum possessing me, then it stopped. I was close, so close, in fact I thought for a few minutes, that I was going to cum, but I didn't. it just left me there in squirming wriggling loss, I think that I would have begged anything to cum then, the frustration possessing me. The vibrations restarting on the maddening programmed timer, was a surprise and yet I need the conclusion and in minutes I was moaning gently as I squirmed in its effect. He returned eventually and stood looking at me. "I can see you're really enjoyin my toy, aint ya slut?" He was grinning evilly as he said it. He knelt down then and I felt him at one of my wrists, he unlocked one of the cuffs and pulled my arms back around in front of me, locking the free cuff back on my wrist there. The programmed vibrations continued as he did so, making me whimper even as he touched and moved me about. "I'll leave the key on top of the fridge in ya kitchen, enjoy y'self slut, I'll be keepin in touch an I'll see ya on Saturday at tha same time, same place." He kissed me liking my lips rudely through the gag before he left laughing. I was sure that he was teasing, surely he wouldn't leave me here like this. I heard the front door slam and I still thought he must be trying to frighten me, but after a minute I heard his van start and reverse down the drive, the noise of the engine disappearing in the distance and then the vibrations started again. I went through at least two cycles of the vibrator's program before I finally allowed myself to come to terms with the fact that he had really gone. It left me with my mind in a torment as I squirmed and wriggled to free myself and each time I was stopped by the growing vibrations tickling the head of my little penis and teasing me to near climax. Finally I got myself onto my back, parting my knees to try and reach the knot on the rope around my ankles. The trouble was in that position the belt seemed tighter than ever and my cuffed wrists were rubbing and pressing on my pubic bone as I struggled to reach the knot. The vibrations starting again and growing in strength was more than a distraction and I kept stopping and writhing, moaning as I rubbed as much as I could to urge myself to that desperate conclusion. It never worked though I was aroused more than I had ever been before. I have no idea how long it took me, only that the sun was getting lower when I finally managed to get the rope undone and even then, I just lay there, panting madly, my legs akimbo in my never ending desperation. Eventually, between cycles of the program, when all was stopped and I had come down again, off that desperately wanted high, I managed to get myself to my knees, pulling myself up at the side of the bed. It didn't end there though, my cuffed wrists still prevented me from reaching the buckle of the gag behind my head. Worse still I couldn't get to the buckles of the belts behind my back and my bottom, that were chastising me and keeping the horrible, hateful, evil, terrible, gorgeous, wonderful, beautiful, vibrating bullet in place. I had to get to the kitchen to get the key. Standing made things worse and left me quivering and moaning, so I struggled slowly crawling out of Mum's bedroom and along the landing, gingerly going down the stairs on my bum, one step at a time. Eventually I got to the kitchen and I looked up from my hands and knees, at the fridge. I have a larder fridge, it's something my mother had insisted on and I had never changed it, but it was six foot high! He had said that the key was on top of the fridge, but I am barely five foot tall. I waited squirming and moaning as the program went through its cycle and then after a few minutes calming down, I got to my feet and reached up to grope for the key. The belt between my legs pulled tightly as I did so, it felt like my little penis was being pushed back into me with my testicles. It was a struggle and I did whimper and squirm as I did it, but eventually I managed to get the key, just in time before the little vibrators cycle began again. I won't describe each second, only that I ultimately managed to unlock first one and then the other cuff. Flexing my hands to get the blood running in them again, I groped behind my head. Funnily the penis gag wasn't causing a gag reflex anymore, in fact over the last hour I had been sucking on it like crazy. I tried to tell myself it was to stop myself dribbling, but deep down, I didn't like to think about it too much. When I released it and pulled it from my mouth it was with, almost a weird sort of reluctance, leaving me with a stupid desire to suck on it again. This was all done between the vibrator's cycles, its effects on me still as great as it had been when it started and still leaving me desperate to cum. I pulled my panties down to my knees, they were very moist and a little sticky, then I set too, trying to figure out and release the belts. It seemed to take forever but I did manage, the crutch straps first and then the heavier belt around my waist. I pulled them free, the bullet was still buzzing and it almost felt as if it was against me still, I groped for the little controller and pressed a button. It seemed to stop. My little penis looked shrunken and limp, my testicles appearing small from inside me. I touched it and moaned softly, then I foolishly pulled my moist panties back up. I sat there exhausted, not noticing the note on the kitchen table at first, then as I came to a little, I saw it. It was from him of course. "If you're reading this note you got yourself free, now take a picture and send it to me, I will be waiting." With a fast beating heart I weakly made my way to the hall and took a picture of myself in the mirror again and sent it to him without really thinking what I was doing. I almost stumbled back into the kitchen deciding that a cup of tea might revive me. I made it, of course I was still wearing the schoolgirl uniform, I felt funny, it felt funny wearing it, it was crazy but it made my insides quiver, made my little penis tingle stupidly and idiotically I didn't want to take it off. What was left of the evening was a whirl, my brain befuddled and for some inexplainable reason I didn't change, but I spent it dressed like that. I made myself a salad had a glass of wine, then headed up to bed completely worn out. I finally undressed then, it was awkward unzipping the dress, but I managed after a struggle. Looking around I tried to find my big tee shirt, the one I wore to bed, it was gone and in its place a red baby doll nightie. I looked at it a second, my heart pounding, my little penis tingling stupidly again. What the hell was wrong with me? With a little whimper I put it on and got into bed, the feelings teasing me as I lay there. Needless to say it took me a while to go to sleep even though I was so tired. I tried playing with myself as a way to clear my head, but I was unsuccessful and in the end I gave up and lay there until sleep finally came.