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Whilst I had quickly managed to find the keys that had enabled me to remove the ankle boots, so that I was able to undress, It took me a lot longer to find the key to the collar. I spent some time searching for it, with no success, until realising that I was now starving I put on my dressing gown and went downstairs wearing only that. On the kitchen table was the key alongside one of my weight-watchers ready meals which I had bought months previously when I decided I needed to go on a diet, this was one from my freezer. I gladly picked up the key and after a little fiddling, I managed to unlock the collar and I took it off with relief. Rubbing my neck, I stretched turning my head from side to side, then relaxing I went on to heat up the meal which I ate hungrily. Finishing I had a sudden feeling of total exhaustion, I could hardly think straight anymore, so I took my tablets and went to bed whence I slept the sleep of the dead. Waking the next morning, it was Monday, ughh, where had the weekend gone? Yet somehow today I felt brighter, light hearted and refreshed. I stripped off the nightie I'd worn and headed for the shower. I stood under the soothing warm spray enjoying the feeling and soaping myself with the creamy body wash he must have left. The breasts, my breasts, were a focus of my attention, I couldn't help it, I mused that I would have to seek some kind of medical help and get them removed before I went mad and yet I couldn't stop caressing them as I considered it. Returning to my bedroom to dry, I put on a clean pair of panties then turned glancing at myself in the mirror. It made me stop, to look. My breasts were of course a focal point and looked incredibly sexy, but looking further, there was my totally denuded smooth body, painted finger and toe nails, my anklet with its red heart and the collar with its matching heart and the earrings that I'd forgotten that I was wearing. My hair had become long, I know, but it wasn't dishevelled anymore and insanely it was starting to become wavy. As I looked, I felt my little penis tingle, my uncontrollable nipples becoming erect. It was mad that I was feeling aroused looking at myself, after all I looked ridiculous, I looked bloody gay, what the hell was wrong with me, this was going way too far, I would just have to pull myself together. I dragged my eyes away from the mirror, shook my head to clear it and roughly looked to get dressed for work. I went to my drawer where I kept my tee shirts and opened it. I was taken back. It was full of ladies and girls tee shirts and tops, most of them nylon or satin. He must have cleared my things out of my drawers, I hurriedly rummaged through the rest, there were no male things left in any of them! I could feel my panic growing and turned to the wardrobe, shirts, I'd wear an ordinary shirt. I gasped, they were gone, all that was where my shirts had been was blouses and skirts. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hurriedly pulled open my other wardrobe, dresses and some trousers. Trousers, at least he had left some trousers, there were two! One was soft pink and obviously of a female style, the other was black, thank god. Then I looked at it, it was a pair of lady's slacks, tightly fitting with a button at the waist and a zip down the side. I could never wear that! I looked again in the cupboard, there appeared to be a couple of other things with legs, I pulled them out panic setting in. They were leggings, I looked closely at them, but they seemed to be more like footless tights than trousers. Something made me try them on, I struggled and pulled them up, they clung to me showing my every bump and when I looked backwards at myself in the mirror, I could see that whilst they weren't sheer, I could see my panties distinctly through them. Fuck, I couldn't wear them, they were terrible, yet my heart was beating hard and if I had had the time, I am embarrassed to admit, that I would surely have played with myself wearing them. I pulled myself together, I had to go to work. Eventually I wore the most masculine looking blouse, which again wasn't sheer, but wasn't totally opaque either, the shape of my breasts could be seen through it and my nipples were definitely visible. The blouse buttoned up almost to my neck, but the lapels were rounded and the hem at the bottom was scalloped in a frill, there were no tails to tuck in! As far as I could see the pink trousers was the only alternative that I had, even though they were close fitting with tight turn ups at the bottoms. It was only when I got them on that I realised that they were quite short in the leg. It wasn't that I was tall or anything, it was just the style, they showed off my bare ankles. The anklet chain with its red heart was completely visible, to my total humiliation. I searched in my drawers again, surely he had missed a pair of socks, but no. An idea came to me, perhaps there was a pair of socks in my parent's bedroom and again I searched, trying to ignore the clothes I had left on the bed the night before. All I found was tights, stockings or pop socks, wearing them was even worse than wearing nothing. Time was moving on quickly, I took one last look at myself in my mother's mirror, it made me cringe, I looked like a total sissy. I needed something to hide the blouse at least. Back in my bedroom, I looked through the tops that he'd left for me. Amongst the pastel coloured cardigans I came across two fleecy tops, one was pink with random black markings on it and with a short zip at the top, the other was black with pink markings on it and this was fully zipped. I grabbed the black one and put it on, zipping it fully up. Well at least that more or less hid most of the blouse and concealed my breasts a little. I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror again, I felt completely embarrassed as it was. Going downstairs, I took a deep breath and opened the front door, looking out I saw my saving grace, it was pouring with rain. Running across to my little van, I grabbed my oilskins and hurried back with them. I pulled on the waterproof trousers first, delighted to see them brilliantly hiding the effeminate trousers beneath. The oilskin jacket worked just as well and for the first time that morning I felt that I could relax. The day went as well as a wet day in work could go, there were no worries with customers and I forgot myself, I even stupidly forgot all about the earrings that I was wearing. By mid afternoon I had finished the faults, I'd been given that morning and still wearing my oilskins, I sat in a quiet exchange building waiting for my next job. Sitting there, I started thinking about my breast situation and decided to look through the telephone directory to see if there was somewhere I could get some advice. Eventually I found something that I thought might be private and appropriate and I rang the number. I was answered by a nurse and began a stuttering series of questions. I decided to make it sound as if I was asking for someone else, but she quickly ignored that and questioned me directly. I began by saying that a friend of mine had decided to have breasts and had gone ahead, having surgery to have implants. "Ummm, now he umm, I mean she, umm, realised she doesn't want them after all. Umm what can he, ahh she, do about it?" I was very nervous and now that it came to actually talking to a professional, I had difficulty trying to explain. "When did you have this surgery dear?" She cut through my stuttering lies and my almost immediate reply must have convinced her that she was right. "Oh, I, I, umm, about two weeks ago." I was blushing as I said it, even though she couldn't see me. "Ahh, I see, well there is no need to be shy, we do arrange for young men to have this surgery when they have decided to have gender reassignment. It is not unusual for them to have misgivings as they try to come to terms with their new breasts. It will take time, your body is readjusting and your hormones are out of balance giving you depression and mood swings, you probably feel like crying, don't worry it is quite normal." I was a bit taken aback. Gender reassignment? I didn't want gender reassignment and I blurted it out to her. Her reply was suddenly sharp and hard edged. "That's as maybe, but you can't just leap into these things on some foolish whim." I was taken aback, I knew it was no decision of mine, but then I suddenly remembered that I had actually signed the agreement. "Ummm, well, umm, if I, I don't want them anymore, what can I do?" I stuttered. She went quiet for a minute. "Well, you can have it reversed of course, but you can't do that now? You say it has only been two weeks since you had your surgery, I'm afraid that having surgery again in the same location after such a short period of time would be far too dangerous. Apart from the obvious danger of infection, there would be the permanent damage it would cause. No surgeon would do this for at least twelve months, it would be totally unethical." I gasped, I felt in total shock, I had been convinced that I could get it reversed just like that, get rid of the things that were turning my life upside down and be back to normal in a week. She carried on as I had not replied. "I can book you in to see the surgeon in twelve months if you like. I can tell you that he has a long waiting list and I would need a deposit of five hundred pounds to secure the appointment." I was doubly shocked. "What, n, no, I, I'll think about it," I mumbled. "Alternatively, of course you could see your own doctor." My doctor was an ex-army no nonsense man, the thought of bringing my problem to him chilled me to the bone. "Oh god no." I let the words out before I thought. "Well, the only other thing I can do is give you the number for the gender reassignment clinic and you could explain it all to them." Reluctantly I took the number down, just to appease her, there was no way I was going to any gender reassignment clinic. I shuddered, I'd just have to try and persuade him, uncle, the man who did it, to take them away. Replacing the phone I sat quietly, trying to come to terms with the awful prospect of at least a year with the never ending distraction of my dam breasts. Eventually a new thought came to me and I pulled myself together. If I was to report things to the police, it would be terribly embarrassing, but it would force them to do some sort of reversal so that I could get my life back again. Where could I start though? At this moment I needed advice more than anything. Finally, I decided to ring a charity help line and after a short, stuttered explanation, they put me through to some sort of expert. I told the man that I'd been raped and what could I do about it. He asked if I'd been to the police and I told him that I was too afraid and that I hadn't. "Yes I understand why, male rape is very embarrassing and difficult to talk to the police about. OK, I'm going to ask you a few questions and I'll make an assessment. I will then be Frank with you about what you can do. Are you OK with that?" I was embarrassed about telling him the details, but I said that I was ok with his questions. "First, did you know your attacker?" I thought a second. "Well, ummm....yes." "Ah, ok, is he a friend? Or what is your relationship with him?" "No, he, he isn't a, a friend, well, umm he's a an acquaintance I suppose." I began to feel very nervous. "OK, so, have you been seen together?" I swallowed blushing, thinking of the messages, the pictures and the video. "I, umm, ys," I mumbled. "Ah, ok, so people might think of you as friends." He was thinking out loud. "Now I know this is going to be hard for you, but can you tell me how this came about? I mean where and how did you meet for the event to have taken place?" I thought back. "I, well, I ummm, I invited him out." I heard his intake of breath on the phone. "I, I mean, I invited him out on my boat." I babbled searching for a less guilty explanation. "OK, so you asked him to go out with you." "No, no, it wasn't like that." I started to feel emotional. "I'm not judging you here, I'm just giving you some idea of the questions that will be asked. Rape is a terrible thing and should not be taken lightly, but sometimes accusations are made because of petty quarrels. That is why we have to make sure that it is seen as non- consensual and that the accused can't show that you and he were in fact already lovers. Do you understand?" I nodded to myself, then mumbled yes. "Good. So you asked him out on your boat, did you give him any suggestion that you wanted sex?" "Noo, god noo," I gasped. "OK, so how were you dressed? What were you wearing?" How the hell could I admit to him that I was wearing shorts tee shirt and panties. "Ummm, well, I, I was." "Go on." I gave in, in blushing embarrassment. "Pink shorts, pink and white striped top and a, umm, a pair of , umm of panties." I almost whispered the last word, it all suddenly coming to me, how it all would seem. He was silent for a second. "Mmm, I have to say it doesn't sound good, did anyone see you like that?" I thought back to the pictures and gave a little groan. "Yss." "Let me read this back to you, you asked a man who you knew and had been seen with, out on a date. You wore brief pink shorts, an effeminate top and ladies underwear for the date." "It. It wasn't a date, I, I'm not gay," I squeaked. He was almost accusing me of being homosexual. "You admit wearing those things, don't you? Believe me, it will be seen as a date. Now this is a crucial question, has he got any evidence of all this?" Each question was making me feel worse and worse. "Ys, he, he's got p, pictures," I stuttered softly. "Mmm, pictures? OK, have you seen them? Has he given you copies?" he suddenly almost sounded excited, but it didn't really register, as I was too hugely embarrassed, my cheeks burning. "Ys, i, I've seen them," I admitted. "He, he, gave me umm, copies." "Oh dear, do you mind telling me your name love? It is more personal if I know your name." I was feeling beaten and deflated and not thinking I mumbled, "Richie." "Well Richie, is it possible for me to see these pictures? I know it's embarrassing but perhaps it would help me to understand how much of an issue they might be." I was surprised, but then if he could help me. "Yss, umm ok, if it helps." "Oh yes, I am sure it will help, can you photograph them and send them to me? Have you got WhatsApp?" He was being very helpful and it made me hopeful. "Yes, I, I do have WhatsApp." "Good, that's great, have you got the photos there with you?" I really didn't pick up on the excitement in his voice. "Umm, no, I, I'm sorry I, I'm in work." Perhaps his enthusiasm was catching. "I, I can do it when I get home." "Oh, ok, well give me your WhatsApp address and I will send you a friend request, then when you get home, I want you to take pictures of all the photographs he gave you and send them to me, ok?" "Yes, ok, I'm going to go home now," I said. "Good, so send them to me as soon as you get home." I said goodbye and closed down the call, then got myself sorted to go back home. I felt quite light hearted as I headed home, for the first time in weeks I had some sort of hope that I was doing something to resolve my issues. As I entered my house my WhatsApp bleeped to say that I had received a message, I looked at my phone a little nervous that him, Daddy, was messaging me all ready. It was a message request from a Mr Davison, I accepted it. "Hello is that you Richie?" "Yes umm Mr Davison, I've just got home." "Good, now give me your landline number, I'll ring you and whilst we talk you can go and photograph the pictures and send them to me." I gave him my number without question and he rang me almost immediately. "Hello Richie, now go and take those photographs for me." "Yes Mr Davison, I'll do it as quickly as I can, it'll take me a few minutes, but there are quite a lot of them." "Really? How many are there?" "Perhaps about a dozen sir." I've no idea why I said sir, it just seemed the right thing that I should say to him, after all he was helping me and he was an expert and as my mother used to say I should show people in authority, respect. "Good boy, I like to hear a respectful voice, now go and do it as quickly as you can, send them to me one at a time." I had a one track mind, not really taking any notice of his words, all I could think of was him finding a way out for me. I hurried up to my bedroom with the phone and my mobile and took the pictures out of my bedside drawer, then, trying to supress my embarrassment as I looked at them, I took the photographs of them, sending each one to him in turn as I took them. It took me almost half an hour to complete it. He was quiet as I did it, but I could hear noises after each one that I sent. "There, that's the last one sir," I said as I sent the final one. He took a few minutes before he replied whilst I sat there nervously wondering what he would say. Eventually he spoke. "Well he certainly has some strong evidence Richie. You are fully dressed as girl in many of them, aren't you? Is that him with you in the pub? I tried to supress my humiliation. "Umm, umm, n, no Sir." "Really? So, the man that you are kissing in the pub is another man?" Oh god, oh god, I shouldn't have sent him that one. I didn't answer him "Is the man you are kissing in the pub another man?" He repeated his question and I could hear a sharp tone to his voice. "Ys, Sir, but, but I, I was drunk, he made me drunk, I didn't know what I was doing sir and he, he threatened to, to spank me if I didn't sir." "You do look like a sissy slut in these pictures, don't you Richie?" I couldn't answer, I felt so embarrassed. "What do you think a court would think if they saw these pictures? Hmmm, I have to print them out so that I can study them properly. Is that all he has?" My heart was pounding, I was quiet, I dared not tell him about anything else. "Y, ys Sr," I eventually answered after nervously debating for a few seconds. "Is it? Really? I think from your tone of voice that you're keeping things from me, aren't you?" I was trembling as I replied, "Ys Sr, I, I am, sorry Sir." "If you keep things from me, I won't know the full story and I won't be able to help you, will I? Now tell me what else is there?" I swallowed; my face was burning in embarrassment. "A, a video Sir." "A video! Now you tell me! Have you got a copy?" My nerves were jangling. "Y,yes S,sir, he um sent it to me by WhatsApp." "Let me see it, forward it to me now Richie." Somehow I knew I had to quell my embarrassment and share these humiliating things with him, or as he said, how else could he help me. "Yyes Sir. I, I'll send it now Ssir." I found the video as quickly as I could and forwarded it to him. "Good, you're learning, in future don't conceal anything from me and in future do exactly what I tell you to do. Ok, I've received it, wait whilst I look at it." I sat waiting, I was actually shaking as I waited, things looked bad and I knew it. "This man you whose hand you are holding and who you are kissing, is he the man?" "Yys Ssir." "In the video it looks like you are treating him as if he is your boyfriend and if he said that, then a court would agree with him. You realise that?" "I, I, he made me Sir, he made me do that." "Regardless of what you say, it doesn't look like that and you have no hard evidence to say otherwise, do you?" I could have wept. "N, No Ssir." "Hmm. You go on to change your clothes, there in front of him, you take off your shorts and tee shirt and I can see you are wearing women's underwear again, panties, aren't you?" "I, I, Ys Sir." I was just mumbling now, totally humiliated. He was quiet for a few moments. "Looking closely at your body in the video, I've blown it up onto a big screen, there appears to be noticeable tan lines, it looks as if you have been wearing a bra, perhaps a bikini. Is that the case?" I didn't know if I could go on with this. "I, I, y ys Sr, he umm, he made me wear one Ssir." "That is becoming a constant reply of yours Richie, its irritating and it will hold no water with a court of law." His anger shocked me, he paused a few seconds. "Returning to the video, you then dress in a miniskirt and some sort of girl's top, after which you kiss him again, with your arms around his neck this time." I didn't say anything, I just waited in embarrassment, fully expecting the obvious. "I'll be honest with you Richie, what with the pictures and the video, you look like a sissy, not only that, you look like a gay transvestite with her boyfriend. A court of law would study this evidence and judge that it was a case of a lover's tiff resulting in you accusing your boyfriend of rape in order to hurt him." "N,noo, Ssir, honestly Ssir, he, he made me do those things Ssir, he, he forced me to Sir," I was babbling. "Hmm, He forced you, did he?" "Yyes Ssir." "And you let him force you, did you?" "I, I, y ys Sir." I could hear the whimper in my voice as I said it. "Hmmm, Is there anything else I should be aware of? Any other pictures or videos?" His words shook me. "I, I, umm, N, no Ssir." I let out a whispered squeak. "I will not tell you again, keep these things from me and there will be trouble. Now what else is there?" I half sobbed, "He, umm, he has a, a website, a, a blog Ssir." "My god, you stupid little sissy, now you tell me, where do I find this blog?" I started nervously looking back through my WhatsApp messages to try and find the link, the link that I had never wanted to follow. "Come along, hurry up, give it to me." His voice was brusque. "I, I'm looking f for it Ssir." "Quick about it then." I found the link and with trembling fingers forwarded it to him. There was silence for a few minutes again. "Give me the password to get right into it?" "I, I haven't ggot one Ssir, he only sent me the, the link Ssir." "Give me his WhatsApp address, I'll ask him for it and I'll see what he has to say about your story." He paused. "Call it mediation, what's his name." I was taken aback, worried about what Doug would do, knowing that I had gone to someone for help, but then if Mr Davison could stop this all from happening, it was my only option. I gave him Doug's name, email address and telephone number. "I will study all the pictures, video and all the information and I will call you again when I have done so Richie, goodbye for now." No sooner had I replaced the receiver than I received a message from Daddy. "How did you dress for work girl? I want a picture. I nervously unzipped my fleece and stood in front of the mirror. Taking the picture, I sent it to him. "Good, now change and do your makeup and send me another." I did it, the makeup business slightly quicker, but still time consuming. Standing there in another mini-skirt and the same blouse I had worn to work I took the picture and sent it to him before heading to the kitchen to make my dinner. He didn't reply, though I could see that he had seen my message. To be honest, I felt more optimistic, Mr Davison had given me some hope, even if he couldn't do anything to help legally, at least it felt somewhat better having talked to somebody. I ate my supper and watched the TV until bedtime, there were no further messages and for once I put on my nightie and went to bed relaxed. The next morning, Tuesday, my mood was still optimistic. Yes, apart from clean underwear, I had to wear those things again, but I had an answer now and even though it was a sunny day today, I still had my wet weather things to cover them all up. The only challenge I had today was, that I had to go into the stores to change some phones and pick up some parts, but my trusty waterproofs gave me some confidence. I planned things carefully, I wouldn't go there when I knew it would be busy with all the other engineers about, I'd wait until I knew they would be out on their jobs. That would leave me to get in and out quickly, only having to deal with one of the storemen. I arrived at nine thirty and except for the cable compound, the yard was deserted. Zipping up my waterproof top, I took a deep breath and carried the old phones, I had to replace, into the stores. There I plonked them, together with my spares order, on the counter and gave a hello to attract a storeman. George appeared from the back, I was glad it was him; he was usually the most friendly and helpful. He said hello and was making his way over to the counter when we both heard a shout and Mr. Hughes, the foreman of the stores came from the direction of the office at the rear of the building. Now Mr. Hughes is a nasty, mean and unhelpful man, only in his position because he was senior, he'd been with the company a long time. Rumour had it that his wife was just as mean and that their son, who was mentally sub normal, was just like his parents. Regardless of any of that I didn't like him. He shouted at George in his usual arrogant way, telling him to get out to the Cable compound to help the other storeman who he said was struggling to measure out cable. George pointed at me, saying he would go after he'd finished serving me, but Mr Hughes wasn't having any of it. "Shift your arse and do what I tell you George, I'll deal with this one." George shuffled off muttering and Mr Hughes came across to me at the counter. I didn't like the way he was looking at me and I took a deep breath trying to smile as I spoke. "Hello Mr Hughes, I've got some phones to exchange and I've got a list of stores that I need." His smile was confusingly, almost lecherous, it was extremely disconcerting, especially from someone I didn't particularly like. "Pretty earrings." His voice was low and if you didn't know better, teasing. I froze, blushing, I'd forgotten about the earrings. "Why have you got those waterproofs on, hmm? It's not raining outside now is it? What have you got on under them, what are you hiding eh?" His words and his stare made me feel very uncomfortable, a terrible fear growing inside me as I stood there open mouthed and speechless. "I know you can look like a sexy slutty girl when you try, can't you?" I stood there frozen, my face suddenly ablaze, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, the gip of fear and embarrassment burning through me. He put his hand inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a picture which he dropped on the counter in front of me. "I'm sure all the boys would love to see this!" I felt the grip of sheer horror, I didn't want to look, but in the end I couldn't stop myself from glancing down at the photograph which he'd pushed further in front of me. It was one of the pictures that Doug had taken of me in a skirt and top. I wanted the ground to open to swallow me up, there was a roaring in my ears, my face felt as if it was on fire and I thought I would faint. "It's like this you little sissy, my good friend Doug told me all about you and he asked me to keep an eye on you." He looked nasty as he spoke. "He said to that you were to do what I tell you, or I'll make sure that your sexy photos will suddenly be all over the noticeboards in the depot, understand?" "No, I I, It, it's a mistake, I, I, didn't," I began, stuttering. "I don't give a fuck what you say you little sissy, it makes no difference to these pictures and believe me I'll print a pile off and make sure everybody sees them." I couldn't speak, how can you even imagine how I was feeling. I wanted to burst into tears and just run away, but I knew that if I did, he would carry out his and Doug's threat. "Now, take that waterproof coat off, let's see what you got on under it." I just stared at him in frozen, unmoving fear. "DO IT NOW." His shout made me jump, I was so terrified that someone had heard that I reacted immediately and I hurriedly undid the zip on the waterproof coat. I slipped it off over my shoulders revealing the black zipped fleece I was wearing beneath it. "Unzip that too you little sissy." "Please, I, I, have to go, I, I've got to g,get to a, a job." I said the first excuse that came into my head. He snorted, "Unzip it first, then you can go." I shivered reluctantly, then with my face literally on fire I unzipped the fleece. It showed a glimpse of the semi sheer pink material in the gap that was created. He was up tight against his side of the counter staring at me, one of his hands holding the top of it, the other moving somewhere beneath it. "Show me, open it." His voice was a nasty low hiss. "I, I, have to go," I mumbled. "Show me and you get your phones." He hadn't moved from his position, his eyes rivetted on me. I thought about getting out of there, running for it, but I knew that things would only get worse. I took a reluctant shuddering breath, then in a horrible timid embarrassment I gripped both sides of the open fleece and pulled them apart. I stood there like that for a few seconds, minutes. I suppose I should have just flicked them apart, but I just stood there holding them, revealing myself to him, god only knows why I stood there so long with my eyes cast down and my breasts teasingly glimpsed through the material of my blouse. I finally plucked up the courage to glance up at him, he was literally leering at me, his hidden hand moving noticeably beneath the counter. I hastily let the sides of my fleece go in horrified disgust, my embarrassment knowing no bounds. "Fuck yea," he finally grunted. "Doug told me they'd given you a fine pair of tits and I never believed him. Wait till I tell him, what you were wearing to hide them you little slut." He laughed coarsely. "So, it's like this, this is what is going to happen, I'll give you your phones now, for being a good little girl." He grinned evilly. "But you've got to come back on Thursday for your stores, I want you here at three in the afternoon, come round to the side door, it'll be open for you. Make sure you're here and meanwhile I'll be telling Doug all about our little meeting. Got it?" I grabbed the tray of new phones that he put on the counter and fled, my fleece flapping open in the breeze, my waterproof coat under my arm. Anyone coming through the door as I left would have had an eyeful, but at least I was lucky in that. I was in the van as quickly as I could and driving off at high speed, my heart in my throat as I struggled to supress my tears of horror and frustration. How I managed to do the jobs that I'd been given for the rest of that morning, I will never know, only that at lunchtime I found myself in one of my favourite hidden laybys. I sat there with my sandwiches in deep thought. Struggling to calm my shattered nerves I tried to work my way through things and understand what on earth was happening. The key figure was Doug, it was he that brought me to the men in that pub and it was he that brought me to the doctor. Then he had brought me to the park and it was he that introduced those men to me and now there was Mr. Hughes in my stores. They all appeared to be homosexual and seedy and they all seemed to be linked to him. I knew that he had threatened me with the blog of pictures he had taken of me, all I could assume was that he had shared the blog with all these men, but how did he know them? Gradually a horrific thought came to me, they must all be part of a group or gang even, some sort of a homosexual sex group and god alone knows what sort of perverted thing they were involved in, or what they planned to do. So how could I possibly get out of it, how could I get away from them? I was still hopeful that Mister Davison might help me, but if he didn't come up with something what could I do? The only other thing that I could think of doing was to move away somewhere, in effect hide. I could try to get a transfer with my job but that would take time. I could take my holiday leave to give me a bit of time and then I could try to arrange to rent out my house and perhaps store my boat. With that thought I decided that I would give it a week, for Mister Davison to try and come up with something and to have the time to put in for my leave. I would have to give a week's notice for leave and hopefully it would be agreed. It was still scary as hell, but having sorted things out in my mind I felt slightly more relaxed, at least I had a plan now. The rest of the afternoon went normally, I almost forgot about the morning's trauma and I made myself fully concentrate on my work. Arriving home, however, brought things back, just getting to my front door created a nervy fear within me. Going inside, my emotions grew, stripping and getting into the shower, the whole sissy thing beginning to flow over me once again and once again I could feel my control slipping away. The never-ending sensations of my constantly demanding breasts, enforced by my continually begging nipples, inevitably drew my attention. I tried my best not to give them more than a cursory wash, but the sudsy heat and touch of my hands were like a magnet and in seconds I was almost swooning as my palms caressed and rubbed over them. Crazily I didn't have to touch my little penis, just this act of caressing of my nipples made my poor little penis tingle madly. How can I make you understand that these sensations were like a drug, making me loose my mind, loose control of myself. So much so that I found myself in my bedroom going through those clothes that seemed to only feed a submissive madness that was gradually possessing me. My phone bleeping distracted me just as I was holding a sheer blouse up against myself, cradling my breasts through it and half swooning at the touch of the soft wispy material. The sound brought an immediate increase in my heartbeat and trembling I sat down naked on the bed and picked the phone up to read the message. "You?ve been a naughty girl I hear; I didn?t tell you to wear waterproofs and now I?ve been told that is what you?ve been wearing behind my back! You must learn to only wear what I?ve given you! Now it means that I have to drop off something for you to wear in the rain. In future that?s what you WILL wear. Otherwise when it?s not raining, you wear the clothes that you?ve been given, until I tell you otherwise. If I find that you aren?t doing as I have said, then you will be made to wear what I tell you each day, UNDERSTAND?" I was trembling now, I should have expected this, obviously Mr Hughes had been in touch with him. "Ys Daddy." I typed the words before I knew it. Then looking at what I?d said, trying to tell myself that I had hated saying it and blushing in the mixed up feelings that it was causing. "Tell me you?re sorry and ask my forgiveness girl." My nipples were suddenly begging for my attention, I tried to ignore them and replied in a natural retort to his words. "I?m sorry Daddy, please forgive me Daddy." I don?t know why I did it, but I couldn?t stop one hand going up and touching my nipple, and as I did so it almost felt like elastic bands pulling through my body, tugging on my sex. "You should be punished for doing it, shouldn?t you girl?" I looked at the text, trying to think, my fingers continually, unstoppably, pulling and stroking my nipple as I thought what to say. "SHOULDN?T YOU GIRL?" "Y, yes Daddy." The reply was an unthinking reaction to his capitals. "Yes of course you should and you are going to be punished. Put on your stockings and suspenders, DO IT NOW." My heart was suddenly pumping rapidly, my body tingling. I don?t know why I didn?t just tell him to get stuffed, or to just not reply at all. Afterwards I persuaded myself to believe that I did it because I was afraid of what he?d do if I didn?t do what he said. Putting on the stockings and suspenders sent those sensations through me once more, driving my emotions downwards until, literally quivering, I messaged him back. "I?ve p,put them on Daddy." "Show me." The reply was immediate, he obviously wanted to humiliate me, or perhaps it was just that he was making sure that I?d done it. I took the picture and sent it to him, the mixture of nakedness and eroticism confusing my mind, whilst my bare penis was tingling, I was blushing heatedly in mixed emotions, humiliated yet with a stupid growing arousal "Go into your mother?s room and get the tens machine out from the top bedside drawer." I shouldn?t have done it, I should have just put my phone down, made an excuse, anything, but with a pulse throbbing through my little penis and with my nipples with their never-ending demand, I did what he said and messaged him again as I sat on my mother?s bed. "Connect up the electrodes to the controller and switch it on." I was trembling as I connected the wires, a red on light appearing when I pressed the on button. There was a pause of a few minutes as I nervously sat with half an eye on the controller as I waited for his next message. The red light flashed a few times, went yellow and then green. "Good girl, there is some lubricating gel on the bedside table, grease the plug and push it in." I whimpered to myself, but in a crazy way I was too far gone to stop myself. The plug entered me with a twinge of pain, yet less than I anticipated, the twinge soon passing and leaving me with that unforgettable full feeling. "I,I?ve done it Daddy." Why was I doing this? Why was I doing everything that he told me? "Which channel is it plugged into?" I looked at the controller. "1 Daddy." I shuddered apprehensively as I wrote it. "Good, you remember where the pads were placed?" I did only too well. "Ys Daddy." I shouldn?t have, I should have just stopped and switched it all off, but my heart was in my throat and my little penis was tingling madly, stupidly begging for the sensations. "Put them back where I placed them on Sunday." Quivering, I stuck on a pair of the pads with one on the top of my little penis and the other between my legs below my testes. I plugged them in to channel 2, then I took a second pair of pads sticking one on my little penis beneath its head with the other on my pubic bone. I was quivering as messaged him. "Ii?ve done it Daddy." I wrote my trembling message. "In the drawer there is a circular pair of electrodes left unused?" I looked around a little confused until I noticed that there was another pair of electrodes shaped in a circular slightly cupped shape, with wires attached, in the back of the drawer. I took them out and still trembling, I sent him the message. "Yyes Daddy." "Plug them into the last channel and stick the pads around your nipples." I gasped, whimpering softly as I read what he said. I was terrified, yet there was no doubt I was aroused beyond belief. He hadn?t put them on my nipples previously, but I vividly remembered that last time the electrodes had teased me to near climax and in some mad unexplainable craziness, I felt desperate to feel that again. I connected up the last pair of electrodes and stuck the pads on over my nipples just as he had told me. The mere feeling of them there was making my nipples throb stupidly in expectation. I hesitated before I replied, but in the end I couldn?t stop myself. "I, I?ve done it Daddy." "Open the bottom drawer of Mummy?s bedside drawers, you will see a panty girdle, take it out and put it on and Quick about it." In my weirdly aroused state, I didn?t think, didn?t consider how he might have known that, I just pulled open the drawer. It was full of underwear and on the top was the panty girdle as he had said. It was thick and heavy, white in colour and made from a mixture of lace and strong elastic. The last person to wear this must have been my mother, that thought filled my mind as quivering nervously, I slipped my feet into it. I pulled it up my legs, it was tight, very tight, very, very tight. I stood up, unthinkingly tucking my little penis with its electrodes back between my legs before I heaved the girdle up over my bum and on up over my hips, wriggling it high up above my waist until I was completely enclosed in its strong elastic imprisonment. I wriggled my legs together, the sensations buzzing through me, then I sat again, my hand slipping down between my legs as I did so. My intention was to rub myself through it, aroused as I felt, but I could feel nothing of my little penis beneath the thick elastic. Shaking, I hesitated once more, then picked up my phone again and I sent the message that I knew he was waiting for. "I, I?ve put it on Daddy." "On the top of the bedside drawers are the handcuffs and the ankle cuffs, pick them up, then get onto the bed, sit in the middle of it." His words made me feel suddenly worried, I was starting to feel very nervous, very nervous indeed, yet the nerves were mixing with my quivering arousal. Up until this point I felt that I was still in control, I know I was doing what he told me to do, but I felt that I could stop at any time and take things off whenever I wanted. Now however, he was changing things and I was nervous, though for some unknown reason I still wanted to continue playing along with him. With a worried reluctance I picked up the two sets of cuffs and wriggled into the middle of the bed as he had told me. "I?ve done it Daddy." I was nervous about replying to him now, yet my arousal was foolishly, not diminishing. "Fasten the cuffs around your ankles." I looked at the ankle cuffs, god there was no way I?d do it, I?d be stuck, sod that. I thought hard then messaged him anyway, after all he?d never know if I had done it or not. "I?ve done it Daddy." I smiled a bit to myself at having lied to him. "Show me, send me a picture, do it now." I gasped, I never expected him to say that, I cringed, what could I do now? Perhaps I could just lay them over my ankles to make them look like they are fastened. I struggled but no matter how I tried they always looked open. "NOW GIRL, OR ELSE YOUR BLOG WILL BECOME COMPLETELY PUBLIC AND I WILL COMPOSE AN EMAIL TO THE LOCAL PAPER, RIGHT NOW." I looked at his message with a sob of fear, oh god I?d be publicly humiliated, I just couldn?t face that. Trembling madly, I reached down and with a quivering breath I pushed the cuffs into place, the click sending an electric buzz through me as they fastened. I just wanted to sit there whimpering then, but I knew his words weren?t idle threats and quivering I took the picture. Trembling, I hurriedly sent it off to him. "Good, that?s more like it, you have to learn girl and you will learn, to obey me whether you like it or not." I felt a well remembered pulse in my little penis as he spoke, a tiny tingling shock that brought a whimpered gasp from my mouth. "If you?re a good girl you?ll get your reward. Now fix a handcuff on your right wrist and show me." My little penis was already yearning for that pulse again, shuddering I put the cuff around my right wrist, it surprised me because it clicked in place almost immediately, these were obviously spring loaded. I awkwardly sent him the picture. There followed another pulse at the head of my little penis and once again the whimper escaped my lips. "You liked that didn?t you girl?" That yearning was flirting with my insides and I couldn?t stop myself from replying almost straight away. "Yss Daddy." "Good girl, now switch from message to video on your phone." Trembling all over, with some hesitation and yet...... I switched the message to video and immediately saw his face. "Good girl, say hello Daddy." I blushed, my nipples tingling as I mumbled "Hello Daddy." "Good girl, now can you reach across to the bedside drawers?" I glanced across, if I wriggled over I could and told him so. "Do it and prop your phone up on the stand that?s there so that I can see you." I wriggled about and managed to prop my phone up in the stand so that it was pointing at me, he was watching my every move. "Good, now get back to the middle of the bed and sit there." This was altogether different from the WhatsApp messages it was humiliating me hugely, him actually watching me in this situation, it was horribly embarrassing. Yet I still wriggled back to my position in the centre of the bed though, I suppose deep down I wasn?t really thinking properly, I was afraid of what he was making me do, but that craving in my little penis was preventing me from thinking. "Put your hands behind your back baby." His voice was soft I glanced over at the little screen. "It?s ok baby, come on, put your hands behind your back, come on." He was almost gentle as he spoke and hesitating a little, I finally did it. "There now that wasn?t hard was it baby?" The flicker of pulses from the electrodes teased me and I gasped. "Good girl, now feel for the free cuff and put it around your left wrist." "Please," I whimpered nervously. "We?re only playing girl, don?t worry, see what it feels like, I know that you want to." His teasing persuasion was soft and the little pulses from the electrodes coaxed me into the start of a tickling arousal. "Go on, see how it feels, slip it over your left wrist baby." I couldn?t stop myself, I slid the cool metal around my left wrist, the pulses getting slightly stronger as I did it. My gasp a little louder now, more noticeable. "isn?t that lovely baby, you want to fasten it don?t you?" I whimpered. "Just imagine that click, imagine the feeling." The pulses teased me making me wriggle and as I did so I suddenly heard a click. My heart rate went through the roof and I began tugging madly to try and pull my wrists apart, but my greatest fears had happened. I heard a laugh come from my phone, it was a cruel laugh. "That?s it you little slut, it?s about time too, I?ve got you now haven?t I? I told you I was going to punish you, but before we start let?s open this video channel up to all our subscribers, then we?ll have some fun. I wriggled and fought my bonds to no avail, I?d stupidly let him do this to me and now I was trapped. "Good evening gentlemen, are you all online, have you all followed the link and got the video feed and can you all see our little slut?" There was a chorus of muttered voices, like ghosts, somewhere in the ether, I wanted to scream. "Good, you can see how our little sissy is dressed for you and you can see her gorgeous tits, I know you all want to play with her, but that time will come. For now, we have 4 sets of electrodes which our little slut has put in place for us, for our enjoyment. Number 1 is in her tight little boi cunt, Number 2 is front of her clit and between her legs, Number 3 is under her little head and on her pubes and number 4 is around her gorgeous erect nipples. The electrodes are connected to a controller, it is set to a particular pulse pattern which I have chosen for best results and the strength of it is regulated in levels between 1 and 10. You all have your chance to change those levels when it is your turn and I will change them. Don?t be stupid and go straight to 10 as I will ignore your request and move on to the next person. You have all had a chance to choose your number and as there are ten of you then we do it in number order. Do you understand Gentlemen?" There was another chorus of low voices. I wriggled and quivered, begging "Noo, please, please, stop please." "Right gentlemen, do we have bets on how long we can keep her going before she cums for us?" Again there was that low chorus of men?s voices. I was still begging, but I could hear them "Good, then let us begin, let?s see if we can make her dance. Number 1." The voice was muffled but immediately I felt a tingling pulse under the head of my clit, I mean my little penis. I froze, whimpering.... "Pleeease." I gasped. "Number 2" There was a pulse inside me, tickling me. "Lie down slut, it?ll be a lot easier on you if you lie down." Perhaps if I did as he said he would stop this all, so I collapsed backwards on the bed. Of course I didn?t realise that in so doing, I couldn?t get back up again and my face was clearer to the camera. "Number 3." So it went, on and on in gradual increments until I was moaning loudly and wriggling about on the bed, tugging madly at my bonds as I reacted to the little shocks. The pulses were making my nipples throb madly, yearning and beggingly erect, until I was almost cumming to that feeling alone. I was so close, so close, my whole body building up, tensing, nearly there, nearly there, but they were evil, they were all so evil. When I expected the next man to tell him to turn it up more, which would have surely pushed me over the top, instead he told him to turn it down and not just turn it down but turn it right down. It left me gasping, whimpering, unfulfilled on the edge of an abyss, desperate oh so desperate, but held back from my conclusion. I could have begged then, would have begged then, so was my desperation for that climax. It was at that time that they added an extra dimension to their horrible, horrible, evil, hateful, ohhh god, ohh god, wonderful, wonderful, game. After the number of the next man was called, I suddenly heard that man?s voice clearly, he was speaking to me, asking me something, waiting for my answer. "Number 7" "Tell us you love this slut. Say it, tell us you love this." I was so on that edge, so desperate, I wanted, needed, the extra bit to push me over. I heard his voice again, "Tell us you love this slut." How can I explain, I needed it, it was like a craving that clouded my thinking. "I love this, I love this," I whimpered. "Turn 2 up to 6." His voice sounded nasty. I squeaked in moaning reaction, "Ohhhhhhhhhh." "Next, number 8" In turn each of them made me say things, made me beg, pledge my love and humiliate myself, and in return they played their game with me, teasing me, keeping me on that never-ending edge until I?d agree to do anything they said, wanting it more and more. Finally, I was pushed harder until an unstoppable crescendo came and even though they switched it all off, before it happened it was too late, I was convulsing in my total body spasming climax. Voices went on as I lay there, sated and exhausted, it was like a background hum, pouring over me like water. I caught the odd sentence, but it meant nothing to me as a drained weariness closed around me. I slept, it was awkward and painful, but exhaustion had claimed me and I escaped their torment to sleep the sleep of the dammed. Dusk closed around me, though I didn?t know it and night slipped in as I dropped deeper into a dreamless sleep. Sometime while I slept, he must have come, creeping into my house. I didn?t know when, only that turning over in the bed, I stretched, the realisation that my wrists and ankles were free, slowly seeping into my cotton wool brain. It took me an age to drag myself from my weary bed, strip off the stockings and suspenders and the panty girdle and remove the electrodes. I tottered into the bathroom and carefully washed my numb and shrunken bits before stumbling back to the warmth of bed, Mummy?s bed, returning to my sanctuary without a thought.