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I brought the mooring line to the side of the cockpit so that I wouldn't have to go out on the foredeck while I was dressed, then I prepared everything ready to go, even with the engine running. I went down into the fore cabin with a fluttering heart, a confused mixture of feelings bubbling up inside me. If I could have got out of the whole thing, I'm sure that I would have, but the fear of people seeing the pictures and the video and hearing the things that he had threatened to say about me, stopped me from thinking straight. Trembling, I undressed, using the lubricant he had made me buy on the previous Sunday, I used it and gently inserted the evil plug into myself. As it settled into me, filling me, it sent waves of submissive feelings through me. I wriggled at its feel then began to dress in the female clothes he insisted on me wearing. The panties and bra further teasing my senses, but the embarrassment of putting the summer dress on and knowing I was doing it to meet him, turned me into a quivering emotional jelly. Whimpering to myself I persevered however, and eventually, after nervously putting on the makeup, I was finally sitting at the wheel making my way down to the docks. I was late, I knew that I was, but I couldn't bring myself to speed up, I was terrified of meeting him again, worse still the humiliation of being dressed like this, the nerves were twisting in my tummy. Taking one final deep breath to steady my nerves, I brought the boat around a protruding dock finger and then I saw him standing there on the fuelling barge. To my complete and utter horror, however, I saw that he wasn't alone. My heart leapt into my throat, my face burning in embarrassment. He was waving for me to come alongside, his expression one of annoyance, the man with him, a little older perhaps, was just watching and waiting. I wanted to turn away, open up the engine and run, but I was too slow, I couldn't get away, couldn't get out of it, the wind caught the boat pushing it towards the barge, I didn't react quickly enough and inevitably I came alongside. "Give me ya ropes girl." That horrible coarse aggressive voice of his. I whimpered to myself, I'd foolishly forgotten to bring the ropes back into the cockpit. I scampered up to the bow, the dress fluttering up in the wind as I grabbed the rope. I threw it awkwardly to him, then I rushed back to the stern, throwing the other line before hiding back in the cockpit. The man took the aft rope and between them, they tied the boat up as I hid in the little wheel shelter. "Come ere girl, ain't ya glad to see me?" He had that expression on his face, as if trying me out, daring me to disobey. Reluctantly, my embarrassment bubbling through me, I slipped out of the cockpit and trying to keep the dress down I climbed onto the barge. He was smirking as if exultant "Now give us a nice kiss to show me y're glad to see me girl." He was pushing me further, trying me out, ready to stick in the dagger if I said no. I reluctantly went up to him, I'd forgotten how tall he was, I tilted my head back, went on tiptoes and swallowing my self-disgust I kissed him on the lips. He did what he'd done before, enveloped me with his big arms and thrust his tongue between my lips in his kiss, leaving me feeling sick, humiliated and trembling. Breaking the kiss, he still held my arms tight as he spoke. "Now go and say hello to your uncle and give him a nice kiss too!" I looked at him horrified, "Do it girl, or do I do you?" The man was smiling sleazily, waiting for me. I knew that I had to do this or I was sure he'd carry out his threats. I went over to the man and he pulled me to him as I did so, his kiss more forceful than Doug's. He was far stronger than I expected and I felt trapped in his arms. It left me gasping into his mouth, his tobacco tasting tongue rudely exploring, leaving me weak and trembling. When he finally released me, I could hardly stand, I felt like I wanted to vomit, I was completely lost and totally embarrassed. I looked around vacantly, Doug was on the boat and he had obviously put their bags aboard too, because, the man and I were all that was left on the barge. "Come on girl, you can snog him again later, now get aboard quickly or we'll be off without ya." I tottered over to the boat and tried to climb awkwardly aboard, the dress, my dress, all over the place. I felt a hand on my panty clad bottom, under it as I scrabbled to get aboard, it was him, he gave me a push and I landed in the cockpit in a quivering, ungainly heap. By the time I pulled myself together and got to my feet, we were away, the man, uncle, was joining us in the cockpit having taken in our ropes. Doug steered us away from the docks and we headed up the river with them exchanging a few quiet words as we went, before 'uncle' eventually turned to me. "Let's take a look at this little cabin at the back baby. Show me." It was the first time I had heard his voice and it was smooth and quite sophisticated, yet somehow it had a hard edge and It was terribly assertive. It made me think that he wasn't the sort of person that you could argue with or refuse. I unlocked and opened the two little doors, then turned going down the steps backwards into the cabin. It was only a small space, the doors and steps down, offset to one side, the small double bunk to the left partly under the side and aft decks. He followed me down, closing the doors behind him as he did so. I suddenly had a feeling of impending doom, somehow I needed to get away from him, but we were in such a small area that, though I attempted to, I couldn't get past him to escape. "Get on your knees baby." His words cut like a knife, my nervous fear growing by the second. I tried to say no and I began to tell him I wasn't like that, I wasn't gay, but he interrupted me loudly. "Your Daddy told me you would be a good girl, do you want me to tell him that you are not?" He let the suggestion float in the air, a reminder of the blackmail. There was little floor space, but with a stifled sob I knew that I couldn't get out of it and I reluctantly sank to my knees hatefully watching him unzip his trousers at close quarters. I knew what to expect yet still I gasped when he pulled his cock out. It was longer than Doug's, not so thick but his pink shining head was already out of his foreskin, its very sight strongly sexual. He rubbed it against my lips, hissing, "Suck it baby." I should have clamped my lips tightly together, turned my head away or something, but instead my stupid lips just popped apart and his smooth heated wetness was immediately sliding over my tongue, filling my mouth. He took his time, enjoying himself, his hands behind my head controlling me, his cock growing stiffer and stiffer until it was almost vibrating. I don't know what made me or why I was suddenly sucking his shiny head like it was a dummy. My senses were so confused and suddenly he was pushing it into my throat making me gag. He took his time, pulling it out and over my tongue again, before pushing into my throat, repeating it over and over until I wasn't gagging so much. It was then that he held me tight against his pubis as his throbbing snake erupted, spewing down my throat. It was so quick and so forceful that I had no alternative but to swallow it all. I struggled for air whilst he carefully judged his hold on me, as if he knew how close he would take me to suffocation before releasing me. In the end I was in a state of collapse, stars before my eyes, as he tucked himself away, his words seeping into my mind as he leered at me. "Take your dress off girl, I want it off by the time I'm back." He left me then, closing the doors behind him, the key turning in the lock as they closed. Quivering I struggled to get myself back together, I heard the toilet in the fore cabin going and I heard movements and talking. I stood up trembling, I knew that if I didn't take the dress off I was sure that Daddy Doug would be spanking me again and of course that video and those pictures, I was at the gates of hell. With a deep breath, I struggled with the buttons which went down the front and was just beginning to wriggle out of it when I heard the key in the door. Hurrying in a fearful rush, I got the dress off just in time, nearly flinging it onto the bunk. The doors opened, he was carrying a carrier bag in his hand and he came down the steps, his eyes roaming over me as he did so. That look made me blush bright red, quivering in my semi nakedness, my tummy turning somersaults in my humiliation. "Turn to face away from me." His voice was direct and to the point, a no- nonsense barked order. I turned away from him, my nerves growing by the second. "Hands behind your back." I have no idea why I did as he said so quickly and I must have been absolutely stupid, because didn't have a clue that he would handcuff me. I squeaked when the rubber covered manacles clicked shut around my wrists and belatedly, I pulled and struggled to free myself. He chuckled, even his laugh seemed sophisticated. "Now we can have a little fun until we arrive, can't we girl?" He turned me around to face him as he spoke, his grip strong and hard on my arms. Pulling me too him he began to kiss, me groping me as he did so. Rubbing my chest, pinching my nipples, touching my little penis, then his hands sliding over my bum as he kissed me. I squirmed and wriggled at his touch, whimpering, trying to escape his kisses, but somehow my struggles just seemed to excite him. He pushed me back gasping, onto the edge of the bunk and stood raping me with his gleaming eyes before reaching into the carrier bag. What he brought out confused me, I didn't understand what it was. It looked like a plastic bag with a drawstring around the top, but not a drawstring, more like a narrow pink belt than a string. He was almost giggling to himself as he ran his hands over it, showing it to me as he did so. I was completely confused, I had no idea what it was or what his intentions were. I thought he was a crazy madman. He turned it over, bringing it towards me and with a sudden horror I began to have an awful thought of what he meant to do. I wriggled, struggling to get away along the bunk, but in those tight confines and with my wrists cuffed behind me, I had no chance. He giggled again, louder, insanely this time, teasing me by rubbing the plastic bag against my face. "No, noo, please." I begged him, finding my voice and in a terrified squeak. He pulled the bag, like a hat over the top of my head, grinning madly at me as he did so, whilst I squirmed and begged him not too. I would have done anything then, anything at all for him to stop, but he only laughed. "You're going to learn to love this baby." He slowly pulled the bag down further, my eyes blurred by the plastic as I felt it cover my face, enclosing my head completely. He left me like that for a few moments, wriggling and squirming, the bag loose and partially over my head, I had no idea what he was doing, only moments later to find out he had stripped naked. Suddenly I felt his touch as he pushed me onto my back, I felt him, naked, on top of me rubbing his body against me, his hands slipping up over me towards me neck. I sensed him rather than felt him as he touch the belt, there was an excitement in his body language. I was babbling, begging, "Noo, noo, uncle, please please don't." but the belt slowly began to tighten around my neck. "You're going to love this baby." He hissed The bag was inflating and deflating as I whimpered, gasping, my breath short. His lips appeared veiled by the plastic, seeking mine until he was kissing me through it. I couldn't stop myself wriggling, an eroticism growing within me as my whimpers started to become gasping moans. I was terrified, everything was super sensitive, I could feel his penis against me, it was stiff once again, wet against my leg. I could still breathe a little somehow, though restricted, my body governed by the sensations he was creating. I felt his weight slip off me for a second and suddenly my panties being pulled down leaving me bare as he left them tangled around one of my ankles. I struggled, tried to role away, whimpering and panting, trying to scream, but I only managed a dry croak in my horrified weakness. He pushed my legs up in the air, why was I letting him do it? Groping between my cheeks he found the evil plug and gripping the jewelled end he gently pulled it from me. It made me gasp and groan into the bag as it pulled out. Moving quickly then, he lift my hips up with seeming ease, pushing a pillow beneath them. I was panting now, weak, lack of oxygen, the plastic was hot around my face, wet with condensation, yet I could feel tiny cooling draughts of fresh air tickling my neck as I gasped for breath. He pulled my legs apart and he moved between them. My head was ablur, I was confused, not fully understanding what was happening and yet! I felt his cock against my still open and spasming rose. Realisation suddenly dawned and panicking I squeaked a gasping whimpering noooo... I felt him enter me and once again, his lips sought mine through the plastic, his tongue pushing it into my mouth. Time stood still, He fucked me for what seemed like forever, tightening and then releasing the belt around my neck as he did so. It was as if he was keeping himself on the edge of his climax, loving every minute of it, playing with me until my mind was lost. Moaning and wriggling, I wasn't aware that I was wrapping my legs around him, my ankles crossing behind him, pulling him into me. He teased me and played me like that until he finally came and I felt his squirting heat deep in my tummy. I think I had cum too, I'm not sure. I knew that he had forced me to be aroused beyond belief, but everything was just so confusing. He loosened the bag and left me lying there wet faced, panting and gasping, an emotional wreck, whilst he dressed. It was only when he was fully dressed that he pulled the bag completely off my head and sat me up. I sat there blinking and exhausted whilst he took the cuffs off me, then putting his things back in his carrier bag he opened the cabin doors and went back up into the cockpit. I just sat there for a little while I could hardly think straight, what had happened, what had I let him do to me? He popped his head back in through the doors, his voice was again normal as if nothing had happened. "Put on your panties girl and come up here." I found a tissue and wiped myself before finding the panties and pulling them up, then I looked around for the dress, I couldn't seem to find it. "Come on hurry up girl." In reluctant humiliation I climbed up into the cockpit wearing only the bra and panties. Uncle was at the wheel now and Doug was standing there looking at me smirking. "Ya look a bit hot girl." He spoke with a crude suggestiveness. "Well don't worry ya still got time ta do some proper sunbathin girl." He handed me the bottle he'd made me use before. "Ya knows what ta do wiv it." Reluctantly I once again rubbed the brown oil over my body, except that is, where my bra and panties were and once again he did my back. By the time he'd finished my skin was an even deeper colour brown, it unnerved me. "Now, git up an sit on the foredeck while I gets ya a drink." I could see the almost aggressive pause as he said it, waiting for me to say no. Feeling hugely embarrassed I went up the side deck wearing only that translucent bra and panties and sat there blushing and humiliated. He arrived moments later, he had a plastic bottle, the type where you pull the top up and it allows you to suck the contents. It was full of something that looked like blackcurrant squash. I took it from him, grateful in a way, because I felt totally dehydrated. "Drink it all up girl." I had started already, it was quite sweet, but I was thankful I was so thirsty I was really gasping for the drink. From my position in the bow, I nervously watched as the boat turned into the little tributary, I had to give it to him, he was very good at handling it. We went round the twisty corners until we came to the wall again, this time it seemed bigger and it took me a few seconds to realise that the tide was lower. I held my breath, there was no way he would get us through the gap, not with the tide like this. I was about to shout, to tell him to stop, but he carefully lined us up at a certain spot and we glided gently through into the little lake beyond. Uncle had handled the anchor, touching me disgustingly as he squeezed past me on the fore deck, I tried my best to slide as far to one side as was possible, anything to avoid him. By the time we had anchored I had finished the drink and was feeling slightly woozy. The engine stopped and I heard Doug's voice shouting, breaking the silence. "Come ere girl, git a move on." I worked my way back into the cockpit, feeling dizzy and holding tightly on to the handrail as I went. "Come on girl, git down below and git dressed, unless you wants to go ashore lookin like that ya little slut." I shuddered in horror and scuttled down into the fore cabin where he was pointing. I could see that clothes had been laid out for me on the starboard bunk. "Git a move on girl an don't ladder them pretty tights." The tights were white with lacey motifs and a lacey top, panty part. I took a deep breath and slowly, reluctantly, began to put them on, fully aware of the feelings the stockings had given me on Friday night. I was quivering by the time that I had them on and reached for the next thing which I fully expected to be a miniskirt. To my surprise it wasn't, it was a tiny pair of baby blue shorts, well hot pants, made from some sort of lycra material. I wriggled into them and they stretched as I pulled them up to my waist. They enclosed and gripped me, showing every crease of my shape beneath them and even worse they showed the lace of the top of the tights that were clinging to my legs. I quivered in gasping humiliation at wearing them, but he was calling again, snapping me out of my emotional-embarrassment. "Get a fuckin move on girl, stop playin wiv yself, git dressed an git up ere." In an emotional mess I picked up the final item. It was pink in colour, made from some sort of viscous lycra material, it seemed small, to small. I pulled it on over my head and it stretched as I pulled it down over my bra. It was only when it was on that I realised that it was a crop top, revealing my bare tummy. Worse still it had shiny red letters printed across the front of it, across my chest. It said SISSY. "Git ya shoes on girl and git up ere." The shoes were open toed sandals in pink, I nervously put them on and reluctantly climbed back into the cockpit half glancing at him as I did so. He was smirking triumphantly, but somehow I didn't have the strength to react, my head was feeling woolly and confused and the clothes were making me feel terribly weird. The other man, uncle, was already in the dinghy alongside. "Git a move on sissy git into tha dinghy." Why did he always sound so aggressive. I nervously slid over the side backwards into the dinghy, trying to avoid his eyes. The smack on my tightly covered bottom making me jump. They both laughed. "Git in, ya knows where ya got ta sit girl." I sat like a nervous child in the bow of the dinghy and he effortlessly jumped in after me, easily rowing us back to the beach. In minutes we were all standing on the beach, me standing between the two of them, each holding my hand tightly. We headed off up the path again, I tried to pull away, to hold back, but they weren't having any of it, I was dreading going to that inn again, dreading seeing those sleezy men, yet I tottered weakly along unable to stop it. We got to the field, but then instead of walking around it, they turned right along a small lane that I hadn't noticed previously. I was confused now, I wondered where they were taking me. I felt like a child with both my hands in theirs. The lane went through a wooded area and finally came out at a large rather imposing grey house. The man, uncle, let go of the grip on my hand and went up to the front door, he took a key out from his pocket and opened it and Doug pushed me through the door after him. The hallway was wide with a highly polished wooden floor and large antique furniture. He led us into a room on the right, where there was a desk with a swivel chair behind it, in front and facing it was an ordinary hard chair. Uncle sat behind the desk and Doug pushed me down to sit on the hard chair facing the desk. The man, uncle, sorted through a small pile of papers on the desk, then he slid them in front of me. He picked up a pen and put it beside the papers and looked at me expectantly. "Sign the form girl." Doug's aggressive tone hissed in my ear. What the hell was this about, what were these papers, what did they want? "No, No, what are they? What is this about?" I managed to squeak my voice tremulous, my nerves increasing by the second. "Sign the fuckin form, or ya goes over me knees." He hissed. The man, uncle was looking at me expectantly, his expression hungry. I felt more and more scared. "Noo, I, what is it, noo." I babbled not wanting to even look at the forms He, Doug, moved quickly then and in seconds he'd turned me over, until I was pulled across his knees whilst he took my place on the chair. "Right bitch, ya asked for this, this'll learn ya, ya'll do as I tell ya in future." He glanced over at the man. "Old er while I gets her pants down." The man he called uncle got up and grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms up behind my back whilst pushing my head down so that my head was wedged between his legs. "Go ahead." His voice didn't even show exertion. Doug roughly heaved the hot pants, tights and my panties down to my knees. I wriggled and kicked, struggling as hard as I could to get free. Shouting and squeaking as I did. It was all to no avail, they might have been older, but they were much stronger than me and they quickly exhausted me. "Noo, noo, please, please, please let me go" I finally stilled, whimpering at the floor. I'd forgotten how he could smack, the slow increase in strength, the sharp sting, then the slow burn as he spanked me varying his strength and regularity on my poor bare bum. Once again it didn't take him long to have me sobbing, my silly tears seeming to come so easily lately, the emotions of the day fuelling my weeping. "Shat up ya blubberin, you gonna sign?" I didn't reply for a second, it was a second too long and he started to spank me again. "Yess, yess" I squeaked in sobbing submission, anything to stop him. "Yes who girl?" his hand didn't stop. I was confused for a second, then understood in humiliating capitulation "Yss Daddy, yes Daddy" I whimpered. Feeling weak, beaten and broken. They let me up then, my clothes still around my thighs. Uncle held the pen out to me and I took it with a shaking hand. He pointed out where to sign on the top form, then on the two other forms beneath it. "Good girl, now that wasn't so bad was it? You could have saved yourself all that nonsense if you'd only been obedient at the start." His voice was cool, sophisticated, almost preaching at me. "Now strip off your clothes girl." I glanced across at Doug, but he seemed as if he was ready and eager to spank me again, so slowly, reluctantly, in screaming humiliation, I undressed in front of them, Uncle taking all my clothes as I removed them. "There now sit on Daddy's lap like a good little girl." He half pushed me backwards against Doug and Doug pulled me onto his lap. "Hold her there a second Doug." Doug's arm snaked around me holding me tight on his lap, his other hand grabbing my arm and holding it out. I struggled slightly, afraid about what their intentions were, but then I noticed Uncle with a syringe. I squeaked writhing in an attempt to free myself but Doug was much too strong, he didn't seem to even break into a sweat, in fact he just began to chuckle. Uncle obviously had some medical training, in fact I became more and more convinced that he was probably a doctor as he swiftly and calmly thrust the needle into my arm and administered the contents of the syringe. "There, good girl, now it shouldn't take more than a few seconds." He stood back looking at me, Doug had released me too, but I was still quivering, stupidly sitting on his lap. "We gonna give ya a nice pair o titties baby, to make ya that bit more girly." His voive was a lustful hiss in my ear. "An ya agreed to all we gonna do haven't ya?" I looked round at him, still stupidly sitting on his lap, struggling to take in what he was saying, a horror starting to grip my insides. I tried to get up, tried to run, but I felt weak and sleepy, so sleepy, the last thing I remembered was that horrible smirk on his face. When I woke up I was in a strange room, I was lying in a hospital type bed and the windows were barred. There was a metal table beside the bed with bottles and pills on it and across the room was a utilitarian dressing table. The walls of the room were white, but there were pictures on the walls going right round the room. I blinked and groaned, I felt as if my mouth was dry as a stick and I wriggled myself until I was half sitting up on pillows behind me, I stopped then, feeling strange, weak and a little nauseous. It was daylight outside, confusingly it looked a bit like morning. I closed my eyes again and dozed like that for a while, I don't know how long, it might have been minutes or hours I have no idea, probably minutes. I felt a little more awake then and sat up a little more. I struggled to remember how I had got there, racking my still woolly brain and then my heartrate soared as it came back to me. I looked down, no, no no, surely, I pulled the sheet down from me with my heart pounding in suspenseful fear and I screamed when I saw. I had breasts, they'd given me breasts! I moaned in disbelief, everything was going round and round then I fainted. When I came too, I was in a state of sheer horror, gasping, trying to steady my breathing to get my emotions back under control. Almost fearful, I looked again, there were some dressings around my chest and beneath them, but apart from that all I could see was a pair of very real rounded breasts topped with deep pink, large and swollen nipples. I was just getting into another massive state about it, when the door opened. Uncle walked in, he was wearing a white coat and I knew then that my earlier guess must have been right. "Calm down girl, calm down, don't worry I'll give you a mild sedative to relax you, then we can get you up and dressed ready to go home." He was reaching for a bottle of tablets as he spoke. Beside them on the table was the blackcurrant drink full again in the suck bottle. He handed me the tablets and the bottle. "Try and drink it all, you are probably dehydrated girl, then relax, you'll feel better soon." I took the tablets and drank the drink, I hadn't realised how thirsty I was and I had to admit, they did calm me down a little, my heartrate slowed and the immediate terror seemed to subside. Breathing deeply to relax myself I lay there in exhaustion, trying to ignore my breasts and distract myself by looking round the room. It was all a bit bare, so just as a distraction I started looking at the pictures on the stark white walls. I quickly realised that they were all pictures of men. The ones at the other side of the room, near the window were of men in shirt and ties, smiling at the camera. It was curious, then as I followed the pictures along the wall, a little closer to me, the pictures showed men in tee shirts and shorts. I moved on to the next, they were wearing just shorts, showing off their six packs. I swallowed hesitantly, moving my gaze onwards, in that one the men were in boxer shorts, the smile different, I didn't like it and glanced away to a picture even closer to me and gasped. They were naked, full frontal, cocks completely visible and there was more. On the wall right by the bed was a picture of pure gay porn, the men with hands on their erect cocks, looking straight at me. I looked the other way in disgust, but there was a similar set of pictures on the other wall, only different men. I tried to look down, to look at anything and of course I ended up looking at my breasts. Before I realised it I was touching and cradling them, my nipples stiffening as I did so. I was all but swooning when the door opened again. it was both of them, I felt that I'd been caught out and pulled my hands away quickly, but Doug smirked as he saw. "I cn see ya luvs em don't ya girl?" his voice was smarmy Uncle, doctor, the man, had my clothes in his arms. "Here are your things, now get dressed quickly baby." Doug followed his words up, "Yea get dressed girl, we got a tide ta catch." I got weakly out of bed, my breasts swinging a little unbalancing me. "Sit on the side of the bed and dress there baby." The doctor's voice seemed more caring. They handed me panties, then tights and then the skin tight hotpants and I slowly gingerly put them on. "I wont give you your bra baby, things have to mend, just put your top on." He handed me the pink crop top and without thinking I very carefully pulled it down over my breasts. It wasn't until I got it on that I realised how much it enhanced them, lifting them, my nipples noticeably protruding through the material. "I looked down at myself in embarrassment, then glanced up at them, they were both leering at me. "Fuck we gonna ave some fun with them girl." Doug chortled lewdly They led me back to the beach and got me onto the boat then. I allowed them, the fight gone out of me as I walked obediently between them. I told myself that it wasn't because I wanted to, it was because weak, my brain was in a fuzz and I couldn't think straight. They used the journey back down to the dock, on my little boat, to feed me coffee and wake me up. Working to clear my woolly mind, by the time we got there the full horror of my situation slowly dawned on me. They loosely tied the boat alongside the barge then got off, leaving me there quivering in confused fear. "Have a nice day in work tomorrow girl." He laughed "Be careful, nothing too physical and don't shower for a few days. I've left some dressings in your cabin, make sure that you keep changing them daily, if there is a problem, tell Doug and I'll call to see you." Uncle almost sounded kind as he spoke, but the shock of it all and the realisation on top of everything that I'd lost a day, just compounded my horror. Suddenly I was alone on the boat, them blowing kisses from the barge as they left while I struggled to pull myself together. It was a slow laborious, cautious journey back. I spent ages looking around to see if anyone was watching when I went back to my mooring and when I finally decided all was clear to pick it up, I was extra careful, hardly daring to move my arms. Getting ashore and into the car went without a hitch too, thank god. I was terrified that stitches would burst and the surgery open up. I couldn't wait to get home, hide in safety, get out of these sissy clothes and to see what damage they had caused to me.