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A Living Stage Prop On hearing the two lead actors say their lines and sensing the handle of the cupboard door turn, I held my breath in readiness. I guess I should have been used to this by now, but for the umpteenth time the door that was hiding me was flung open and once again I was placed on show before a packed house. Tonight was a just mid week performance, but the show was doing well and nearly all of the 200 seats in the theatre had been sold and again my bound and feminised and indeed tormented body was there for all to see. The door opened fully and laughter erupted along with some gasps from the amused audience, this of course was also accompanied by the camp mock humour and over exaggerated shock from my fellow performers on stage. All of which was well rehearsed. And as with every night, the door remained open for approximately eight seconds. That was it. Only for the curtain to fall, me wheeled off stage and the next act begin. I was then left in situ behind the scenes and out of sight. Only now with the door firmly closed and discretely locked shut leaving me in situ. Bound, gagged and immobile and in complete darkness for another forty five minutes or so until the final curtain call. During that time there was never any attempt to release me from within my confines. I had no idea whether anyone considered me whilst I was there, or whether they even forgot about me as they busily got on with the play? I can only guess most, had they thought about it would have presumed that I had been released and placed back in there moments before the ending? But as the grand finale arrived, I would sense the wardrobe being wheeled back into place only this time, centre stage. Once all of the actors had taken their bows and curtseys, the door would then be flung open one final time for all to see. This usually and quite amazingly got the standing ovation, often the biggest cheer, most definitely the most camera flashes and all accompanied with numerous wolf whistles! Then in no time at all the door was slammed shut and I was thrown back into darkness. Only this time the wardrobe with me still tied up inside it was actually left there centre stage as the house lights went back on! All that separated me from the excited hum of the satisfied and hopefully entertained audience was about fifteen feet and a thin wooden door. I could only guess that people presumed I had slipped out through the back, maybe via a sliding hatch door or something? But no, I remained there until my eventual release and that could often mean another hour at least! Prior to the whole performance every night, I would be dressed ready and secured in place an hour and a half earlier, even before most of the actors even arrived for the evening. I would basically be bound up like this amazingly for nearly six hours each night, six nights a week! What was also completely hidden from anyone and everyone either watching or even working there was the fact that I also had a remotely controlled four inch vibrating anal butt plug up inside of me! It was held up in place not only by its own semi firm silicone moulded shape, but also by the two pairs of knickers that I wore, plus the fact that my sheer nylon clad legs were bound tightly together and finally by what was effectively was a rather unique way of tying off my corset laces! Though more of that will be explained later on! But either way, on and off every evening I was subjected to an unseen myriad of pulsating vibes that tested my resolve to the limit. This was my 'acting' debut and crowning moment. On display for those sole 8 seconds, along with the rapturous curtain call at the end of the night! I even appeared quite prominently in the main poster advertising the show. I distinctly remember the photo session that I was subjected to, on full show, fully made up, in my full finery, tightly bound and gagged and immortalised for posterity! The photo session was completed several weeks before the opening night as the promo work began and of course the nature of the play with its slight risqu? naughtiness was always a good seller and ticket sales were what ultimately mattered. To this day I've no idea just what the photographer or the male and female lead actors posing either side of me in their costumes thought of me. But I suspect they like everyone else simply believed the line that was sold to them that I was the wardrobe mistress's niece and that I was only too happy to help out! A part of me would like to say how wrong they could be. I most definitely wasn't her 'niece' if that made any difference, but as for happily offering to help out? The truth was that although I hadn't volunteered for this unique role, I equally hadn't run from it either and if anything I had quietly grown to love it and somehow couldn't quite believe that I had ended up in such an unusual and erotic position. As for the shows themselves, they were now in full flow and twice nightly within my darkened confines I would sense my prison like wardrobe being manoeuvred into position, the hidden wheels on the bottom meant that this task was easily undertaken by two pairs of stage hands. The others on stage were actual actors and paid ones at that, along with a whole host of behind the scenes and front of house employees. It was hardly a West End level company, but it was still taken seriously and there had been talk of the show potentially going on tour and who knew where that might just take things? The local reviews had been surprisingly good and without a doubt my eight seconds was the one part that people often talked about! Cheeky risqu? performances may never have won Olivier or Tony Awards, but it brought the punters in and they were quietly liked by maybe more than who would actually admit! For my part I wasn't an actor, not that my 8 seconds on stage could have been called acting anyway! I certainly wasn't trained or qualified within any field of theatre production or performance and my particular route was unorthodox to say the least. If anything, my specific role could even be called real life, or at least real for me and it had come about through an unofficial back door way in the first place. Let me explain. I had made contact with a lady called Sarah some months earlier though an online contact. It was a bdsm contact website that catered for my particular little hobby. You see I liked dressing up in women's clothes. I would have described myself as a part time, somewhat shy, submissive cross dresser and in truth I'd long since given up trying to understand just why I was that way. I was still very much in the 'closet' as it were and my dressing was rudimentary to say the least. But I was lucky enough to possess firstly a slight physique, but secondly and probably more importantly my facial features had always been somewhat androgynous in appearance. As such it didn't take a great deal of effort to make myself look reasonably convincing, even to a point where I could pass in public, or at least at first glance. Put under close scrutiny might be another matter of course, but physically I could almost get away with it. Subsequently I took my fair share of bullying and teasing with my appearance as a teenager, but it paid dividends now whenever I wanted to escape into my feminine persona. Not that I really ever ventured outside en femme, that was generally down to my own lack of self confidence and or perhaps not having someone to share my secret with. So out of maybe foolishness or reckless bravery, I'd responded to Sarah. She had actually made the first move by placing a nice comment on one of my photos. It was a very subtle contact, but the two of us slowly started messaging back and forth in a gentle game of interest for each other. Sarah certainly intrigued me and if I'm honest, her messaging did excite me. She had described herself as quietly dominant and one who had plenty of ideas, but rather like myself, she had never put them into practice. By her own admission she had been keen on the idea of playing with a submissive 'girly boy' as she described it for years, but have never taken that leap. What was also refreshing was that she didn't really fit the typical dominatrix type; if anything she seemed completely normal, very down to earth and more importantly, she seemed real! She was employed as a costume designer / wardrobe mistress and dresser for a local theatre company and had mentioned that she was desperate for a second pair of hands. It was very low paid work of course and being a theatre, the hours were generally unsociable. But it was an environment where men hanging around costumes and being somewhat effete or even blatantly effeminate wouldn't be out of the ordinary and where someone like me wouldn't look out of place! Despite being a cross dresser, I actually never really seen myself as gay or even effeminate, though I'm sure many would have laughed at that! I accepted that I clearly had never been the typical 'alpha' male and that my fascination with women's clothing and underwear was probably with me for life, but then it was equally possible of course that I just didn't really know what I was? Also despite my desire to dress en femme, I had always had been drawn to women and although I fancied them, deep down I also knew that I liked women who could or who would ultimately take charge. But finding a woman who was happy to embrace all of that wasn't easy. That was simply me. So with Sarah's encouragement, which thankfully didn't scare me off, she finally got me to come along to assist at the theatre, purely on a trial basis with her as an assistant wardrobe hand. She realised that I was clearly nervous and although she was keen to see me in skirts from day one, she opted for an easier route of insisting that wear full female underwear at all times underneath my male clothing. Her other stipulation was that I should be padlocked into a chastity cage! Now this was completely new for me and I couldn't quite understand the fascination of chastity, but she gave me a make and model to purchase online and her rule was that once locked, she would supply the padlock and hold the key! I had no idea just how any of this would make me feel, but I was desperate to at least meet her and although intrigued by the idea of chastity, I had zero experience at being locked up down there and I guess the idea of working alongside her whilst wearing all of my silky under things underneath somehow pushed aside the reality of what chastity might involve. So I agreed to her terms. Although nervous, I was also determined to enjoy this experience, even if I only turned up just the once and never went back. So rather than play it safe with some simple female underwear such as a bra, panties and a pair of tights, I opted to jump in at the deep end with some very classy and exquisite lingerie! I'd chosen to lace myself tightly into an under busk, fully boned, back laced corset. I wore sheer seamed nylons, matching panties and a matching under wired bra, though without any breast fillers inserted and over the top, I wore a gorgeous full slippery satin slip and I felt fantastic! That first day with her I remember being petrified, but she turned out to be wonderfully supportive of me and although clearly 'in charge'. Her level of control and dominance over me was nicely subtle and discrete and to be honest, it was all so enjoyable. Thankfully she didn't ask me to strip that first evening to show her my undies as that might have been too much for me. But she did quiz me on what I was wearing and she did have a careful 'feel' through my trousers for my suspender bumps and down my back feeling my corset and bra outlines etc... beneath and she wasn't disappointed! The downside was that I had set the level that she now expected everyday! She even told me to remove my male socks and that soon became the 'norm'. It all felt wonderful, though at times somewhat restrictive and a little warm at times, but then I had no one to blame but myself for that. I kept thinking others would know or notice lumps and bumps under my male outerwear, but nothing was ever said and to be honest for the most part my position as the wardrobe assistant was fairly insignificant in most peoples' minds and to some extent I was comfortably ignored. That never mattered to me as at the end of the day my focus was to work under Sarah and I couldn't have been happier! However, the wearing of my chastity cage did take me longer to accept. In fact it took a good few weeks to begin to even feel comfortable wearing it. I had several sleepless nights, accompanied by sheer frustration as my body began to adjust. If I originally thought the wearing of a cage would dampen my urges, I couldn't have been more wrong! If anything it actually had the opposite effect on me and barely a moment of the day would pass where I wasn't swelling within its confines. In truth, I'd never felt so constantly aroused and turned on in my life, coupled with the fact that I was now wearing my lingerie everyday underneath! Sarah quizzed me regularly about my experiences and emotions with it and she encouraged me to tell her everything, all of which brought a big smile to her face and a huge amount of satisfaction. She simply explained that this was an important part of not only her dominance of me, but my acceptance that she was in control. "It is what is required my darling. It's about learning discipline and restraint. Besides..." She would smile. "...if you want to be a girl, you have to learn that girls don't have nasty erections!" "Special girls like you need strict control over your sexual urges and I will be the one to ensure that happens!" "It's a vital part of your journey if you wish to submit to me!" she would say. "If you say the word, I'd have you in skirts in a flash and be done with" she added. She was confident that time would come, but on seeing my hesitation and the sheer look of horror on my face, she knew that she'd have to choose her moment carefully. All I knew was that everything about her excited me. Yes I was scared and part of me just wanted her to force me into skirts. No ifs, no buts. But could I really do that? There were occasions when I would wobble and wonder if I should simply leave and ask for the key, but amazingly my desire to taken on this journey and to please her overruled any other reasoning in my mind. I didn't know it, but I was already on a one way path and was she was right, slowly but surely she was reeling me in and teaching me quite clearly that she was in charge! And I loved it. Slowly it consumed me and little else occupied my mind. As for my own personal situation, I was lucky enough to own my own flat reasonably locally and having inherited out of the blue a few years earlier I was very fortunately mortgage free, my social life was also woefully non-existent and this new found friendship just filled such a void for me! I'd found someone who understood me and wanted to help. At that time I worked part time during the mornings in a craft shop, which in all honesty bored me silly and I guess it gave me a reason to get up each day. In truth I'd never really had much drive or motivation on the career front, so being Sarah's somewhat feminised wardrobe assistant not only excited me, but it gave me purpose and of course I craved having someone take charge. I truly had no idea just where all of this would go and maybe I didn't even want to ask myself that question. But it just felt good and I liked that! So after working with her for a couple of weeks as a trial, I soon found myself desperate to commit to this role. She had been given a free hand to employ someone and on the second week she offered me the post on a permanent basis and I took it. And of course it meant committing to being locked into chastity and being part feminised for six afternoons and six evenings every week as wardrobe assistant! Effectively she was now my boss and indeed my dominant whenever I was in that theatre! Sarah also began encouraging me to dress fully at home on my own and although should couldn't enforce this, she was particularly pleased when the following month I handed my notice in with my morning job at the craft shop. This would at least gave me more options to dress at home and I did try to fulfil her wishes, besides it also allowed me more time to prepare myself for my afternoon and evening work with her. From the outset my own secret female wardrobe had been somewhat limited, though I did own some gorgeous items of lingerie. Likewise, she soon took to checking the lacing on my corsets when I arrived at the theatre each day and even took to retightening them herself and I soon found that she could pull my waistline in further than I'd ever achieved or expected! This quite literally took my breath away and made sure that not a moment would pas when I wasn't aware of just how I was sexily trussed up underneath my male exterior. Very quickly she insisted that I only ever wore a pair of cheap and quite thin jogging bottoms, plus a relatively thin sweatshirt over the top that she provided. Although the colour was reasonably neutral, they were clearly unisex in design and very possibly even officially ladies wear! She also gave me a pair of unisex / ladies slip on canvas shoes that worryingly came with a very slight elevated heel. All of this combined with the 'no socks' rule left me painfully aware that if anyone looked closely they'd probably see the sheer taut nylon of my stockings covering my feet! It was an outfit that left me feeling more on edge and constantly wondering if anyone could or would notice the outlines of all that was on underneath. She had no intention of exposing fully at that stage, but she quietly revelled in my awkwardness and fear of wearing this particular get up. Certainly anyone placing their hand on my shoulder, across my back or on my thigh would give the game away in an instant, but she just smiled and told me firstly that probably wouldn't happen, but more importantly that no one would really care. I wasn't sure how comforted I felt by that statement! Of course the other factor for me that I adored was the inescapable and ever present sensation of every slip, slide, tug and pull and even creak at times of what I was trussed up in underneath. Not a moment went by when I wasn't aware of it and I swelled all the more within my chastity cage! I was also expected to be fully and smoothly shaved everywhere below my eyebrows and my body was to be creamed and moisturised on a daily basis, again all of this just added to the lovely feeling I was experiencing. It wasn't long after that that she began insisting on applying a light foundation to my face. I hated it, but she pretended that it was nothing more than a beard cover cream, which in one sense it was, but a light ladies powder compact was also added over the top and then eventually a clear lip gloss soon followed! Next she carefully thinned my eyebrows. Nothing extreme, but despite my panic, no one seemed to notice and yet again she just had her way. I was extremely self conscious of all of this, but she simply dismissed my fears by saying, "Piffle, It's what I want for you and besides, I want my 'girl' to look pretty and let's face it..." She smiled. "...you won't see many men here without a degree of makeup on, it's the theatre after all darh-ling!" she emphasised with an over the top hand gesture and a sly smile. Short of having me wear an actual skirt, she was slowly and carefully feminising me more and more and relishing every moment of it. She loved the fact that I seemed to lack any ability to say no to her and subsequently it did make her wonder just how far she could actually go? Looking in the mirror, to my eyes I truly did resemble an effeminate man! But despite my fears, I adored the control she had over me and of course wearing the lingerie underneath was just heavenly beyond all belief! To be fair, most of the time I was working out of sight and on the odd occasion that other stage crews or actor passed by me, they barely seemed to give me a second glance. Perhaps she was right, oddities and peculiarities seemed to be the 'norm' here! After all, a man working as an assistant wardrobe hand in a theatre would probably be gay anyway, or at least that would have been the perception. So six afternoons and six evenings of every week my new job became my effeminate girly escape. Nothing sexual happened between us at that stage, though it was clear to her that I was aroused and effectively on heat almost 24/7. Her dominant nature over me was careful and timed, but there was a constant understanding of her being the boss, my costume Mistress and at all times the one in charge and equally within her own loin's an excited fission of arousal bubbled just below the surface. There was a charged sense of electricity in the air around us as we worked, almost a sense of anticipation of 'what next'! She also started referring to me in the femme, calling me Chrissie, or simply 'girl'. This would embarrass me, yet still I quietly loved it! My passive demeanour was very natural anyway and it was greatly encouraged. She liked me to lower my eyes when we spoke, for me to stand passively (which I did quite automatically anyway) and refer to her as either Mistress or Miss Sarah, again depending slightly on whether anyone else was in close proximity. Being constantly surrounded by the mass of costumes that were in the storeroom, she would often hint at how certain outfits might or would look good on me! There was plenty of male attire of course, but the female stock was quite something and it ranged from the normal everyday attire, to the more elaborate styles as well plenty of period gowns and costumes complete with all of their trimmings. These included western saloon girl dresses, to Scarlet O'Hara corset dresses with petticoats and bustles. There were 1920's flapper dresses, Edwardian attire, day wear and evening wear and of course uniforms galore, there were even a few different wedding dresses on hand! Amongst the uniforms were nurses' outfits, WPC's uniforms and even air hostess get ups, complete with all of the accessories and of course, a selection of maid's uniforms of varying styles were readily on hand! Every now and then she would hold one up and say, "I'd bet you look good this one!" One day she dug out a classic over the top frilly French Maids uniform which had been used the previous season saying "You know no-one would know if we borrowed this and quite frankly I could do with some help at home soon..." She smiled, adding, "...I could change your name to Fifi, 'Fifi the Maid'!" she laughed. All of which made me gulp, but quietly leap for joy as deep down I would have loved to have worn all of them! I could barely believe that I'd found myself in what was effectively an Aladdin's cave of dress up attire and with a dominant woman who made no secret of her desire to wanting to see me wearing half of it! I was too scared to say yes and maybe I just wanted her to tell me, to order me into one of those glorious outfits. I might have feigned resistance, but somehow I knew I would be putty in her hands. In truth she had already recognised that in me and although she was slowly building up towards something, the actual route that she took came even as a surprise to her. It was a few months after I started fulltime and during the run up to a new play (the one that I was now starring in on a nightly basis) that an opportunity came to her. In this particular play there was one scene that involved the two main characters mistakenly entering a sexual den of bondage and ill repute. It was just one part of the storyline in a play that was essentially a boy meets girl story, but one with a slightly risqu? undertone running all the way through it. It was a play with plenty of subtle double- entendres and this particular scene called for something truly unique to set it off, but the writer and director were at loggerheads as to how to effectively project it. Sarah happened to be out front of stage one afternoon and couldn't help but overhear the writer and the director's struggles and discussions over this particular issue and on listening in for a good few minutes; it got Sarah's mind working. Whether it was on the spur of the moment or not, Sarah had a moment of inspiration and interjected with an idea of her own that might just do the trick. After all, good visual props could fill so much space and tell the story very effectively. With nothing to lose, she was given one week to come up with her ideas and the very next day back in the costume room and with me none the wiser, Sarah appeared holding a bag in her hands and promptly told me to strip down to my lingerie! There was clear activity close by outside and I remember pausing cautiously at her request. Only to be told again, only this time in a firmer voice to do as I was told! "I've got an idea and I need to try out a new prop out and you're going to be my model!" was all she said. So in no time at all I was nervously standing there before her only now in just my stocking covered feet in my full black underwear. Having removed my jogging bottoms, my black satin lace trimmed full slip even dropped down fully to my knees giving the appearance of me wearing a dress, much to her amusement! Underneath of course was my corset, panties and bra and my chastity cage was firmly locked in place. "Very nice..." She smiled as she looked me over. "...quite why I ever let you wear trousers, I'll never know!" she joked. Watching me closely she smiled enjoying my nervousness. Then thinking quickly she suddenly said "I've got an idea!" as she darted off into the depths of the wardrobe store, quickly returning holding a pair of ladies heels. This wasn't part of her original plan, but on seeing me just in my underwear, it seemed too good not to do. "Pop these on 'young lady'" was all she said as my trembling hands took the shoes from her and I sat down to place them on my feet. They were a pair plain black three inch heeled court shoes that came with a slim ankle strap secured by a buckle. Wobbling slightly as I stood back up she smiled. "Turn for me darling," she said, adding, "Oh my..." she laughed. "...I hadn't realised just how good your legs look young lady!" she said, adding "The heels certainly enhance them and I love the way your nylons look with your legs nicely elevated. You've actually got better legs than most real girls!" she laughed. "You know..." she laughed, "...I think I'll have you wearing these from now on regardless!" I looked up in horror and tried to speak, only to be cut off with "Now don't you look at me like that young lady..." she scolded, "...I'm your boss and if I say you'll wear heels, you'll wear them!" She smiled, finally saying, "Besides, I told you before, no-one will care anyway!" She smiled again, clearly leaving me very unsure if she was serious or just joking, but she decided to let that thought play around in my head, knowing that the mental torment of that would keep me on edge rather delightfully. Though quietly she had already made her mind up and I would be wearing them from then onwards, or at least whenever I was in the costume store, which in truth was most of the time! "Right," she exclaimed, "I want to see how effective these are" She smiled only now holding up what appeared to be a set of leather shackles and cuffs! Oh fuck. This suddenly seemed to take things up more than a notch or two as far as I was concerned. On seeing the look of my eyes, she laughed saying, "Yes my sweetheart, a little bit of bondage for you!" as she approached me "I'm going to put you in a nice little hog-tie!" She paused adding, "Don't worry my petal, they're for a possible prop for the upcoming play and I've got an idea that I need to try out and you my darling are going to be my guinea pig!" Moments later I was placed face down on the floor on top of a pile of soft blankets in one corner of the costume store as she quickly and very expertly secured and cuffed my hands behind my back. Once fully secure, she then pulled both of my nylon clad ankles upwards and back over onto my satin slip covered bottom. With a bit of tugging and cajoling, in no time at all I soon found myself completely bound by my ankles and wrists in a perfect hog-tie! "Wriggle for me darling and see if you can escape," she asked, but of course I couldn't. Then I could sense her fussing again at the straps and harnesses behind my back, I heard several small but distinctive 'clicks'. I couldn't see what she was doing, but her next words hit me with a start. "I always knew these padlocks would come into use one day!" she laughed. Oh fuck! What the heck was she doing! She'd not only bound me severely, but she'd actually padlocked my ankles and hands together! "I don't really need to padlock you in..." she said, "...but what the heck!" She laughed as she stood up and watched my lingerie and heeled clad body struggle hopelessly before her. "Please Miss Sarah, I..." I somehow said, but my words trailed off. Sarah remained watching me. Yes on one hand her ideas for her unique stage prop were suddenly forming and more importantly rapidly changing. Initially her idea was to use a mannequin at that stage; I was just for her to try this out and maybe even to be a bit of a light hearted diversion. But what if... ? she was thinking. Now watching me struggling and tied up, at her feet and helpless, feminised and stuck, she instantly felt a warmth and a growing tingle of excitement deep down in her own knickers. Her breathing deepened as she stared down at my helpless form. Inside she was aware that a series of lustful thoughts were taking her over and she liked it beyond all measure. Biting her own lower lip, subconsciously she soon found her own hand had found its way between her own thighs and very quickly she began gently rubbing the glands beneath. As she pushed a little harder she had to fight to suppress a moan of own growing desire and pleasure. On a moment of devious inspiration, she quickly said, "Chrissie..." "...I'll be right back," she said as she moved to the door. I remember calling out, "Please..." desperate not be left like this on my own. Fortunately a degree of sympathy, or maybe common sense took over Sarah as she quickly gather up costume dresses and petticoats hanging nearby and carefully placed them over me, hiding my bound and feminised form beneath. Within seconds I was not only hog tied in my gorgeous lingerie, strapped into a pair of high heels and now buried beneath layers of historical feminine clothing! Then suddenly Sarah was gone! I didn't dare call out in fear of attracting anyone who might then come into the room. But fuck, she'd actually left me there, stuck, feminised and completely tied up! What I didn't know was that Sarah had run into the ladies toilet and locked herself in. Within seconds she brought herself off to one of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had! But as she rode out the every pulse that racked her body, all she could do was smile to herself with the knowledge of what she now had. She had never felt so empowered in her life as at that very moment. Her idea of trying out the leather harness had very quickly developed into something much more. It truly was for stage prop for one of the scenes, I wasn't to be part of it, at least not up until that point! But what if she could use me? Still her body convulsed as she pictured me bound and in lingerie and in no time she came again, only this time even longer and harder! I was left there for over an hour. Sarah had eventually looked back into the costume room quietly and on seeing the undisturbed pile of clothing that hid my feminised form. She quietly left again; only this time she took herself off out for a walk. She needed to think as her ideas were rapidly changing and I was now becoming an integral part of those plans! Could she do this? I didn't need to be asked, that was the one part that she loved, though she was sure that it would only take a little bit of gentle persuasion to convince me. But more importantly, would it work and would the director and writer go with it? Either way, what had just happened had now changed both of our relationships and as far as she was concerned, what had happened was too good to put back in the can! But she had to think sensibly and remain calm and in control. She decided that while she walked, a prolonged bondage session for me would simply do me good to recognise that the rules of the game were now changing! Her ideas came thick and fast, but it would take planning. Eventually of course I was untied, although she insisted that my male outer clothing remain off for the rest of the day and my feet were to remain firmly in their heels! Indeed, each day and evening then onwards whenever I was with her in that room I was required to be wearing them on my feet. Fortunately she did allow me back in my jogging bottoms and sweatshirt, though somewhat reluctantly from her point of view, but it left me even more on edge than before. More than once some of the actors and crew members would come into the room and I would quickly disappear behind the clothing racks, or remain seated in my chair to hide my blatantly obvious footwear. Sarah just took all the more delight in seeing my fear and embarrassment and would tease me that if I didn't do as I was told that she would tie me back up again! What she didn't know was that I desperately wanted her to that and what I didn't know was that by the end of that very week she would be tying me back up, only not quite in the way I could have ever imagined! With me barely being involved on what was going on outside of my little world and that room, Sarah had been busy planning. She'd enrolled the help of the stage carpenter to adapt what was effectively a spare wardrobe. Only now it was altered and strengthened to house a very different content and it was to be rolled out and trialled before the director and the writer in the hope of getting the green light to put it all into action. So as the week came to an end, it was on the Friday that Sarah asked me to arrive earlier than normal and very quickly I was told to strip, only this time out of everything! I was given no privacy and told that I was not to talk as she quickly handed me a complete set of new and expensive looking raunchy underwear, only now all in black and red. It was nothing particularly dissimilar, except the corset was clearly more severe looking and one perhaps designed to be a bit more 'on show' as it were. She assisted me with a new under wired black lace trimmed full cupped bra and once in place she inserted a pair of 36c silicone fillers. They felt strangely cold at first to my skin, but they soon warmed up and of course the added weight to my chest and the new shape they gave me made me gasp at first. My breathing quickened slightly as I knew something very different was clearly happening. Sarah seemed more than focussed than normal as if almost on a mission and there appeared to be a real urgency to my dressing. I was on the receiving end of whatever she had planned and I quietly felt a growing nervousness build in me. Moments later I glanced down and saw my new 'breasts' jutting out from me and I was shocked at just how realistic and scarily convincing they looked! Next came the corset and it was wrapped round my torso and connected by the metalled front busk fastenings. Sarah then wasted no time in pulling the laces in from behind as she worked her way diligently from top down and bottom up in a series of tugs and pulls. After a short pause I was walked over to the lacing bar as she worked again, only this time exerting even more force with each pull. Several more pauses followed with more tightening, but with each new pull she slowly achieved the figure she was after for me. What I didn't expect next was when she then tied off the long laces at my front with a sharp double knot then telling me to open my legs slightly she threaded the laces down my front and proceeded to take a couple of turns around my chastity cage! I had no idea what she was doing and being too scared to ask, I somehow just stared ahead as she worked away quietly and quickly. She then pulled the remainder between my legs and back upwards to tie them off tightly at the original turn of the laces around my now very nipped in waist! In doing so she effectively pulled my already imprisoned sex backwards even further between my legs which meant that the strong laces were also tugged up almost uncomfortably tightly up and between the crack of my bum! As she tugged to tie everything off it literally caused me to gasp and stand on tip toe at what she was doing. The result wasn't unbearable, but it would be a sensation that I couldn't avoid or remotely forget, particularly if I was expected to move, walk or dare I even consider sit down. But either way I wasn't given any choice in the matter! It was clear with the way she was tightening each knot that there would be no way that I could remove any of this without her help! I was then told to pull up my original tight black satin and lace knickers first and to pull the up tightly into my bum crack along with the corset lacing that was already there. Over them I then pulled on the newer black and red satin frillier pair of larger, almost French cut style of panties, only making sure that the eight wide metalled black frilly suspender straps were threaded through and dangling on my thighs ready for their stockings. Sitting down was no easy task, partly due to the tightness and indeed rigidity of the new corset, but also because of the route of the laces that she'd taken! But either not noticing, or ignoring my discomfort, she then carefully opened and rolled up a brand new pair of sheer back seamed fully fashioned black nylon stockings over my legs. Standing back up, the suspenders were attached and adjusted and my seams were checked for straightness, her final touch was to then have me wearing on each thigh an over the top frilly black and red satin garter! Next my feet were then put into a pair of 4" black patent heels, complete with a 2" wide black patent locking ankle strap! She then quickly threaded through two small brass padlocks on each strap and clicked them shut! From there I was moved to the vanity table and I was forced to carefully lower myself down into the seat as she set about my makeup. I also found walking those few feet with the added height of my heels instantly noticeable, not that I had any chance to slip them off now with them firmly padlocked on! Sarah then began applying full make up to my face and not just the usual foundation that she'd used before. I sat there quietly trembling, but at the same time loving what was happening to me. At no point was I being asked or consulted as she worked away, all of which just turned me all the more! With my heavily painted face looking back at me in the mirror, she then told me to open my mouth wide as she produced a shiny red ball gag! Without pausing, the red ball gag was unceremoniously pushed into my mouth and the attached black leather straps were quickly fastened and buckled tightly behind my head. I remember giving an "Mmmm" as she carried on, simply telling me to relax my breathing and focus! Thank fully I could breath comfortably after I managed to relax a little, though my jaw soon began to ache at being forced open quite so wide. A blonde long curly wig followed and my heart just pounded as I watched myself being transformed before my very eyes into what was clearly an over the top almost fantasy female! Without stopping she then proceeded to stick a set of bright red long nails over my own ones and for good measure I was sprayed with a reasonable amount of her own Chanel perfume! Whatever was happening, it became clear that I wasn't being prepared to dress for five minutes, the sheer effort, time and detail that she applied to my outfit and my appearance said that this was something bigger, though I had no idea just what? Finally she told me to stand up. This wasn't so easy in my higher locked on heels and I gingerly teetered and wobbled before her as she stood back to look me over, only now her face was beaming with a big smile. "Perfect..." she said as she moved close into me, adding, "...though..." she said as he pushed her left hand down to the front of my knickers and into my groin! Instantly I gasped and jumped as she steadied me with her other hand around my corseted waist. "Ah Ah..." she said in a raised voice "...stand still young lady." "To the eye that all looks smooth, but I want to make sure of that young lady..." she said as she ran her hand and fingers down the front of my panties several times to check, but pushing her fingers in and manipulating my cage just a little each time. "...Mmmm, perfect" She smiled. I saw her smiling as she spoke "I want you looking just like a real girl my darling..." she said, adding, "...this is one facade that needs to be convincing!" I had no idea what she was talking about, but her hand actions very quickly had me reacting and letting out moans of pleasure and frustration to her obvious delight. "Mmmm..." She smiled. "...you like that don't you? I bet you're all frustrated down there aren't you and fuck me you do look so incredibly sexy!" she laughed. Oh gosh, I felt lost, I felt amazing, this was amazing, oh fuck! A long length slippery sheer bright red satin dressing gown was then placed on me and tied by a matching belt around my waist and without any pause she simply took me by one arm and said "Let's go!" Now this really did panic me. Go where? However I had been dressed and prepared, at that point all of this had happened behind a costume room door and it was just the two of us. Sensing my hesitation she tightened her grip on my arm and simply said "Don't make me drag you young lady, because I will if I have to!" So without any discussion I quickly found myself being walked promptly from the safety of the costume department out and upwards and scarily towards the theatre stage! I say promptly walked, but padlocked into these new 4" heels and with the extra tightness and restriction of my corset it was more of a teeter for me, but thankfully she was on hand to steady me and to prevent me from falling. We were at the theatre early and thankfully I didn't see or pass anyone at that point, but I'd never felt more exposed in my life! Walking on the main stage I became very worried and confused. Before me and in the middle of the stage was what appeared to be a bog standard wooden wardrobe? But she quickly opened the door to reveal that the inside had been heavily adapted and without any further ado, she slipped satin dressing gown off of my shoulders and simply said "Step in Chrissie and turn facing outwards." Manoeuvring me slightly, she soon had me standing with my back up against a red shiny satin padded support that went from top to bottom. The whole wardrobe had been tilted backwards slightly and at first I through it would topple over, but clearly it had been made surprisingly secure and sturdy. There were clearly multiple straps and harnesses fixed in place within the wardrobe. All of the straps looked strong, almost professional like in quality and all were made of shiny black leather covered in oversized shiny chrome buckles, eyelets and fixings! Red and black seemed to be the theme as even the internal walls were satin covered and padded all to match. It looked quite intimidating and purposely strong and very quickly I realised that this was some kind of bondage device and I was the one about to be secured in it! Very quickly she set about strapping my legs tightly together and up against the support I was leaning against. She worked methodically, working up my legs, onto my torso and around my arms. A strap even went securely around my neck, pinning my head backwards. It gave me enough room to breathe of course, but it left me with very little movement. There must have been at least twelve, maybe fourteen or even more soft, but strong unyielding leather belts holding me in head to toe! It took maybe ten or fifteen minutes of Sarah working over me before standing back and to view her handiwork and I was completely and utterly, stuck, trapped and immobile! But it didn't end there! With pretty much just my eye movement left, I could see that Sarah then emptied a bag of shiny brass padlocks on the floor and without speaking, she proceeded to methodically attach and 'click' every one of them shut on every leather strap, which was on top of the four padlocks securing my heels on! Fuck! I was now padlocked into all of this! My feet did ache slightly in their heels, but the way I had been so comprehensively bound and secured meant that as my body sagged slightly, I could relieve some pressure from my heels without my body moving an inch! What the fuck going on? I was also aware of just how long we'd been here and kept thinking that surely others would soon start arriving? How on earth was I going to be untied and got back into the costume room before that happened and without being seen? Or was this just some elaborate game Sarah was playing? And why was I up on the stage? I couldn't call out to ask her, or even ask to be released. All my gag allowed was a simple 'Mmmph'. And like my underwear, this was all so intricate, elaborate and indeed substantial. It was equally clear that there was no way I could be untied and released from all of this easily or quickly! I began to worry. Although scared, I also felt increasingly excited and even felt the urge to wet myself! Finally she stood in front of me and smiled. "Now darling..." She smiled. "...I realise that you've probably got a million and one thoughts rushing through your mind right now..." she said. "...but all you need to focus on is relaxing and just steady your breathing..." She paused. "...you're going to be in here for a little while, so I want you just allow yourself to adjust, remain calm and go with the flow!" What did she mean by for a 'while' and what the fuck was going to happen? At that point she slowly closed the door on me. I tried to flex as much as I could, but I was lucky if I had millimetre of wriggle room. Then suddenly I was in darkness. Then from behind the closed door I heard Sarah speak. "I know you can hear me, probably a little muffled, but just relax, I'm here and no one's going to hurt you, I promise," she said. A few moments later she opened the door and beamed, "See, that didn't hurt!" Leaving the door wide open again, she then pulled out her mobile and took several photos of me. She smiled heavily as she said, "That first time I tied you up I knew it wouldn't be the last and if all goes as well as I'm expecting, well..." Her words trailed off. Before I even begin to think she carried on. "Now, you may have guessed that I've not brought you out here to be hidden away. Two people are going be he here shortly and they are going to get a good look at you. Now you may be gagged, but if at any point you try to call out or attract their attention, or if you act in any way that causes them concern, then so help me I'll make your life an absolute misery, so I want you to be a good 'girl' for me!" Oh shit, what the fuck was she talking about? Two people were going to see me? This was madness! "For all intense and purposes, you are my niece, you have just moved into the area," she said as I somehow tried to take onboard all that she was saying. She carried on, "You have offered to do this free of charge. You will hear me rattle off a story and you will simply nod if questioned, if that's even possible..." She laughed. "...but what you will not do is give any indication that you are not here by choice!" She paused, but looked straight at me. "Is that understood?" Somehow I could just move my head a fraction and gave a gentle "Mmgh" along with what should have passed as a nod. "Good." Suddenly a door opened and closed with a bang somewhere off to the left and voices could just be heard. Oh fuck! "There here," Sarah smiled, "now play the part. I'm going to shut the door and when I do open it, don't you dare let me down!" The 'dare' bit was emphasised with a clear threat. She closed the door on me and I was back in darkness. To try to describe just what went through my mind at that point would be impossible, but I could hear muffled voices as they seemed to get nearer. I could just make out Sarah's voice and then two others, a man and a woman's voice! Bound and tightly corseted as I was, I could feel my heart pound away now and my breathing deepened as I tried my best to somehow remain calm. For several minutes the conversation continued just inches away from me and then I could feel movement as my wardrobe like prison seemed to move round and to one side and back again. What I couldn't see was that Sarah had at this point enlisted a couple of the stage hands to demonstrate how easily the wardrobe could be moved, all with me still inside as I was. Then wardrobe was then left still for a several more minutes as the voices carried on. Then in absolute horror I could just hear Sarah say, "And then on cue, the door is flung open!" And sure enough it was. Standing back approximately five feet and facing me straight on was Clive the director and Jennifer the writer of the play! Both at first remained open mouthed and looked momentarily stunned. I remember closing my eyes. I was on full show and I couldn't even turn or move one inch to escape my situation. I couldn't believe Sarah had done this! I heard Jennifer say, "Oh my gosh!" Clive was quiet, but was slowly taking it all in. "That's..." Jennifer's tried to say, still almost open mouthed, "...that's a real person!" "Yes," Sarah announced, though very quickly reassuring them. "It's ok, she's my niece Chrissie and she's offered to help..." she said almost proudly. "...she's absolutely fine I promise you," she said to squash and allay any fears. "I did try a mannequin..." she quickly said, "...but it just didn't work and for this scene and impact I think you'll agree is the key!" Silence still followed until Sarah spoke again. "Well it's, I mean, she's..." Clive, he slightly smiled for the first time "...it's certainly impacting!" Sarah not wanting to lose any of her momentum carried on. "Whether you're down here at the front, half way back or up in the gods, it's effective, she's clearly on show for all to see and it'll get the reaction the scene requires! Try it!" I heard Sarah say. I suddenly realised, was I the prop? Oh fuck! Sarah was pitching me as the idea! She was actually offering and very eagerly so to have me become part of the performance, or maybe I was just the example and clearly an actor would take my place, surely that was it? But then why not use one of the actors now? I could almost see the cogs turning in Clive the director's head, or at least he wasn't rushing to dismiss this crazy idea. "Wait here," Clive suddenly said as he jumped down and made his way back to various positions in the theatre. Sarah had already organised the lighting to be switched on to assist with the visual impact that she was after. I was spot lit in all of my feminised and fully bound body for all to see! As if to try to convince Clive, Sarah continued, "The door only needs to be opened for a few moments, it can then be slammed shut and in one swoop you've told everyone that the main characters have wandered into a sex boudoir just like that!" She said adding, "No other equipment or props are needed, just some effective lighting and in a flash you've titillated, you've teased, you've got the laugh and possibly one of the highlights of the show!" "If red doesn't suit I can change her corset or indeed the lining of the wardrobe to be any colour you want, though the red stands out to my mind, but I've a purple and black ensemble if you'd prefer, or I could vary what she wears every night, even right down to matching ball gag!" She went on as I saw Clive move from side to side barely taking his eyes off the stage. Meanwhile to my left my eyes caught Jennifer still open mouthed and just staring at the spectacle before her. As Clive carried on up in the auditorium, I watched Sarah move next Jennifer and I could just hear her say, "You've no need to worry, little Chrissie here is fine. As I've said, she has offered to do this quite happily and when it comes to the actual performance she'll literally only be on show for maybe five, maybe ten seconds or so and then she'll be hidden away!" This made me realise that it wasn't going to be one of the actors doing this, it would be me!!!! Without taking her eyes off me, I then heard Jennifer say, "And your niece really doesn't mind?" All of this within my earshot as Sarah laughed, "No, she slightly 'into' this sort of stuff anyway..." Her eyes caught mine and I could see her wink. "...she's done a bit of, let's just say 'exotic' performing in the past and besides, within a few minutes she'll be back off stage and I'll have her out of there in no time, it's all quick release stuff!" I couldn't believe me ears, in fact I could believe any of this, but there I was! Prior to Sarah opening the door, she had in fact primed both Jennifer and Clive that she had a real person to put on show, but she had left out the detail of just how I would be projected! "It doesn't look quick release to me" Jennifer said to Sarah and of course she was right, it bloody well wasn't! "Well..." Sarah added, "...it's as quick as it takes me to untie her of course, but I wanted it to be realistic and believable." But before anything else could be said, Clive came bounding back down and jumped back onto the stage, only now with a more confident smile on his face. "Fuck me..." he said, "...this is gonna work!" He carried on only now with enthusiasm, "From every angle this young lady really looks the part and the lighting works a treat!" "As for the colours..." he continued, you can have free reign Sarah, but you're right the black and red certainly looks the part, plus all of the trimmings, the lighting picks it all out brilliantly!" He turned to Jennifer who was still staring at me. "Go take a look, seriously," he said, then turning back to Sarah he continued "You might be our wardrobe queen, but this idea is inspired, I may even have to give you a pay rise!" He smiled. Jennifer had finally managed to extract her eyes from me and moved into the stalls to get the bigger picture and within fifteen minutes she was back and both were nodding and smiling "You're right" she said "This really will have impact. It'll also get people talking without a doubt" she said, to which they both agreed. "And are you sure Chris..." Clive faltered trying to remember my name before Sarah chipped in. "Chrissie," she said, as Clive continued, "...sorry, Chrissie, are you quite sure she doesn't mind and what about the cost, I mean I've not accounted for anyone else on the payroll," he said. "Not a penny..." Sarah quickly chimed in, adding, "...Roger has already done the donkey work on the build without impacting the budget and I've pretty much used stuff we had and Chrissie here has offered to do this all free of charge!" "It'll be minutes of her time and she's keen to get involved in this line of work so she's more than happy to work if you like as an unpaid intern!" "Likewise, I'll make sure she's' here on time and you can leave her to me to sort out each night with her costume and getting in and out of this, all we'll need is a couple of stage hands to wheel her on and off at the appointed times, it couldn't be simpler!" Sarah had pitched her idea and won them over, just like that! She had packaged me up and sold her idea so well that I doubt if I was honest that I would have turned me down! Clive looked impressed and nodded once again. "Well if you're sure and I have to say we were getting short of time and ideas on this one and..." He paused. "...I've got to be honest, it's a win win all round and probably the cheapest prop I've ever had!" he said. "And one of the best," Jennifer said quietly, with Clive nodding in agreement. Her comment wasn't missed by Sarah as again she noticed her staring at me. Meanwhile I could only watch on in sheer amazement as it sounded as if it was a done deal. Both Clive and Jennifer looked at each other then they turned and walked away for a few moments to have a quite confab. I caught Sarah's eye as she mouthed a 'Well done' to me and gave a quick thumbs up. Moments later both Clive and Jennifer were back and both smiling. "It's a 'Yes' from us!" Clive announced, adding quickly "Really we don't know how to thank you Sarah and of course young Chrissie here..." They all looked at me, but helplessly bound and gagged I could do nothing in response. "In truth..." Clive went on, "...we were genuinely struggling with this specific set and, well..." He smiled. "...this is brilliant!" With that he turned to walk away, calling out, "First full rehearsal in two days time!" "The rest of the cast will be in for a surprise," Jennifer said to him as he called back, "But a good one though!" With that Sarah simply closed the door on me! With Jennifer still standing there she looked on shocked as I heard her say, "You're not going to leave her like that are you?" to which Sarah laughed "Of course not, but a few more minutes won't hurt and she's going have to get used to being in there anyway!" A few moments must have passed as Sarah and Jennifer chatted, but then Sarah opened the door as I could hear Sarah say "Of course you can take a closer look" as Jennifer moved in a little nearer, clearly transfixed by what she saw. In a slightly lower voice Sarah took a chance and although she said it slightly light-heartedly, there was clearly an offer being put forward as she said to Jennifer, "If you don't mind me saying..." she said, "...you seem rather interested in this little set up." Whether Jennifer let her guard down knowingly or not, she simply said, "Yes", but then quickly looked embarrassed and a little awkward. "Don't worry..." Sarah quickly added, "...if anything I'm actually very flattered that all of this has such an impact." Slightly more carefully Jennifer quietly said, "Yes, it's fascinating, I mean how does..." Her words faltered as Sarah encouraged her on. "...I mean..." She tried again, "...how does your niece feel in there, like that, I mean, dressed up and tied up like that and.." She blushed, before finally saying, "...well, quite frankly being put on show?" Sarah smiled and chose her words carefully, all of which I could here as both women looked at me. "Well..." Sarah said. "...let's just say that some people are perhaps on the somewhat submissive side of the fence," she said, carrying on. "Now me for example..." she said, "...I would be a dominant, always have been. But I've known Chrissie here for many years and if you know anything about psychology, she's a clear sub in her nature and actually finds all of this rather exciting." She smiled. I could only listen on as Sarah talked quite openly to Jennifer before my very eyes. "You see for Chrissie here, all it takes is to give up control to someone else and for her she will quite literally find it let's just say powerfully intoxicating and even strangely erotic!" "We're all either submissive or dominant to some degree..." Sarah said smiling and without turning to face Jennifer. "Given the choice, where would you put yourself?" she simply said. If there was an awkward sensation earlier, you could have cut the atmosphere at that point with a knife! Not wishing to put Jennifer too much on the spot, but clearly recognising an 'interest' from her, Sarah quickly moved on. "I've always found the study of human sexual psychology interesting..." Sarah said, as Jennifer turned and looked at her with yet more interest. "...and I can tell you that when the audience does see young Chrissie dressed up in let's be honest, in all of this very sexy underwear whilst bound and gagged, half of the audience will wish they had been the ones to tie her up and the other half would love to take her place!" Jennifer now looking back at me, simply said, "My gosh, is that true?" "I think so..." Sarah smiled. "...though few would actually admit it" She smiled. She paused, adding, "Why do you think 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' flew off the bookshelves? Though most would probably have purchased it online, there's more people interested in naughtiness than you realise!" I watched Jennifer simply nod without saying a word, Sarah also noticed it. "You know..." Sarah said now very much at Jennifer. "..you'd be welcome to swap places for the odd night, if you'd fancy it?" "Chrissie really won't mind..." She smiled adding, "...and an understudy is always useful to have." She smiled. "No-one need know of course and with a wig and make up on no-one would recognise you and who knows you might find it rather liberating..." she said, pausing just long enough, before saying, "...many find it as just a bit of an escape..." She smiled, though added laughin,g "...perhaps the word 'escape' in this instance may not be perhaps right, but I think you know what I mean. But it's just a thought of course!" Aware that Jennifer hadn't said no, Sarah continued. "Besides..." Sarah smiled. "...I have plenty of other roles here for young Chrissie here to play," she added. I heard Jennifer say "What do you mean", yet still her eyes remained on me as Sarah spoke. "Well..." she said as she carefully closed the door to me once again, but of course I could just hear what was being said. "...as I've said Chrissie does have a bit of a 'thing' for dressing up..." Sarah continued. "...she's always been somewhat naturally submissive in her nature and when she's not going to be here I might just have her earning her keep at my house dressed up in Maids uniform!" Jennifer looked stunned! "You're joking?" she quizzed, as Sarah left just enough of a pause before saying without even looking at her "Well it's certainly a thought, now that I think about it!" "I'm mean; blow it..." She looked straight at Jennifer and said, "I could even loan her out..." Jennifer's jaw was now open wide at what she was hearing. "...free of charge of course and only to certain discerning clientele who'd appreciate such services!" "Anyway," Sarah quickly said. "The whole psychology of it is fascinating to be honest and I'd be more than happy to chat about it over coffee some time if you fancy it? You've got my number," she said. "I'd love to..." Jennifer said almost too quickly, before adding, "...I mean, I guess it's fascinating, but, well..." Her words again trailed off. Finally she said, "Look I'd better get going for now," as she slowly turned to leave, though she was sure to look back at the wardrobe that still firmly held me a few more times at me. Oh fuck, what the fuck was Sarah saying? What the fuck was all of this? Yet why did I feel so unbelievably turned on? She was actually offering to loan me out to a complete stranger as a maid and that turned me on beyond all belief! Sarah stood watching her as she went and she couldn't quite believe just how well events had gone. Her own confidence was now growing in leaps and bounds. Not only had I put on show like this, but I sounded as if I was going to be doing this six night a week! Then on top of that, was I possibly going to dress up as her French Maid and god forbid, maybe even lent out? And what about Jennifer? I had the feeling that it wouldn't be the last time I'd see some close involvement with her, but on what level I wasn't sure. Eventually Sarah opened the door again and turning towards me she simply said, "Interesting!" Sarah didn't rush to release me. In fact she closed the door on me once again and I even heard it lock, she was the only one with a key. There was nothing I could as five minutes later I felt my prison now being moved again, only this time by two unseen stage hands who carefully wheeled the wardrobe to the back stage and more out of sight. Another twenty minutes must have passed before Sarah returned and unlocked the door. Slowly she unlocked and untied me which took at least fifteen minutes and finally she assisted me out and helped me into the silky dressing gown giving me some level of respectability! Another five minutes later we were back in the costume department and apparently at that point we were the only ones left in the building thankfully. My shoes were undone but very quickly replaced with the normal 3" inch pair of black heeled court shoes. She removed the red dressing gown and simply handed me my usual long full slippery black satin slip. Finally when she appeared ready herself, she sat me down and removed the long blonde wig and undid my gag. There was no way I could even begin to talk at that point as my mouth was not only parched and dry, but my jaw ached from being stretched for so long. It would take a while before I would regain the use of speech. As I sat there she set to work using wipes to remove my makeup and then carefully re-applied more, only this time in a less heavy way and in a more natural way, everyday way. Fuck! It dawned on me that she was going to keep me feminised in this get up!!! I had no idea for how long, but she was clearly planning something more. Once happy she reached for a new wig, one that was less 'showy' and far more natural, as she worked around me fussing with a comb until she was happy. "Get this on," was all she said as she handed me a gorgeous black sequinned covered dress. Nervously I stepped into it, it slid effortlessly over my full satin slip and with its own silky lining it felt glorious against my tightly corseted body. Double layered and georgette styled, it fit beautifully and my breast forms gave it perfect shape. Complete with sheer see through black sleeves and falling just below my knees, it was a classic LBD that looked classy, yet sexy! "Turn," was all she said as she zipped me in. On seeing the sheer confusion on my face Sarah spoke. "Well young lady, you may not be the 'star' of this play, but you're going to be one of the highlights of it!" She smiled. "That was your first ever audition and you passed it with flying colours!" "Now before you panic with what's about to happen..." she added. "...your breast fillers are stuck on with a strong medical adhesive and well..." She looked at me. "...I don't have any remover!" What the fuck? But before I could even begin to think, she just simply carried on. "A bit naughty of me I know, but you and I are going to go back to my house and we're going to celebrate, hence this lovely dress..." she said. "...and I've bought it especially for you and trust me..." She smiled. "...you look divine in it!" She then handed me a classic ladies beige trench style coat with a tie belt, a handbag was put over my shoulder and then without discussion she simply led me from the theatre. I remember the second we stepped outside the first sensation I felt was the sudden rush of cool air around my sheer nylon covered legs with seemed to go straight up under my coat! Next as we walked my ears were filled with the sounds of my heels clicking on the pavement. Every step and every movement was accompanied by the sensations of my stockings rasping against each other and the ever present tug of my suspenders, the tickle of the matching satin and lace encrusted garters on my thighs and sheer tightness of my corset... It all felt heady, it felt amazing and as petrified as I was, I felt incredible! I walked on propelled by her almost on auto pilot and I simply did everything she said and without question, it was clear so much had changed between us. I didn't know it at that point, but she had already thrown away the jogging bottoms and sweatshirt that I'd arrived in. She had already decided that I wouldn't be wearing those again! After a short walk we were in her car and going to her house. Sitting down even further for the journey I winced slightly at the corset lacing now forcing its way even further up my backside, but not once did I complain. Twenty minutes later I entered her house, it was the first time I'd been there, only now I was dressed and made up as a stunning lady and I was without a stitch of male clothing! My coat was soon removed and a bottle of chilled Champagne was produced from her fridge. She ordered a takeaway and the bottle was opened and she toasted, "Here's to Chrissie!" I was quickly told that the old wardrobe assistant had left quite suddenly due to a urgent family matter and that by the end of the month she would put it to the theatre manager that her lovely niece Chrissie would be taking 'his' place!!! Of course I would have my 'starring' role to perform each night, but during all other times my dress code would have to change fully. I'd be expected to work alongside her now as Chrissie, openly and fully presenting as a female. Arriving and departing fully en femme, no half measures anymore! Sure enough, two nights later I was shown to the whole crew for the full dress rehearsal and the reaction was at first shock, but it was quickly followed by excitement and huge appreciation! There was however one thing that Sarah hadn't told them. That afternoon as I nervously got ready, Sarah had added one 'special' addition to my costume and it wasn't up for negotiation. She had made me insert a remotely controlled multi vibrating plug up my backside and Sarah had held the control fob! With a six hour battery run and bound and gagged as I was, no-one had any idea of the torment that I was subjected to and no, I wasn't left inside that wardrobe for ten minutes or so, I was left in there or the whole evening as I was for every single performance! Epilogue: I effectively moved in with her that night. It would be too exhaustive to explain all of the details here, but there was little discussion on the matter and Sarah simply took charge. It took a couple of months to arrange for my own flat to be emptied and for all of my male clothing and items to be dumped. Eventually my flat was rented out and Sarah quite rightly took over all of my financial affairs and my flat became just another source of income within our rather unusual arrangement. She had a nice spacious house that had come out of a divorce settlement some years earlier and I was given my own room with an en- suite and a small lounge area. My wardrobes and drawers were filled to the brim, but only with female attire and at no stage was I given access to any trousers, not even ladies ones! In-between working as Chrissie the assistant wardrobe mistress and to being tied up and put on show, I spent much of my other time either dressed up in various maids' uniforms and just as she'd said, I would have to earn my keep! This also included the wearing of that frilly French Maids uniform that she had hinted about weeks earlier. But it wasn't all work by any means and I was given time off to relax around the house, but only as Chrissie. Likewise, I was on hand to be and used in any other particular female role that she required and in various attire. The theatre wardrobe store was delved into on a regular basis and she would have me dress and parade before her just when it suited. As for the mysterious Jennifer. Well it took a further six months, but eventually she also moved into Sarah's house to embrace the lifestyle. It turned out that she was bi-sexual and keen to explore not only a heavily suppressed submissive side, but also a growing dominant streak! She still continued to write plays and it didn't take much encouragement from either herself or Sarah to write me into certain roles. They were always background roles of course, but roles that would only ever see me dressed to the nines in feminine finery and whenever possible those roles were tapered to have me play the part of the helpless 'damsel in distress'! That particular play that started me on this road never did go on tour, but it did have a successful run of six months and Jennifer did finally step in as my understudy on a few occasions. Dressed and bound identically, only with her own vibrating toy pushed firmly up inside of her! Although she was submissive to Sarah, a well established pecking order was put in place with me firmly at the bottom. Even when 'Mistress Sarah' had us both serving her as her dutiful maids, Jennifer would always be the 'Senior Maid' and I would find myself answerable and indeed disciplined by both! My plug became a daily feature regardless of any performances and my chastity remained locked on. However, rewards and sexual release were and indeed given, but only when it suited them. Sometimes individually, or sometimes together! As for me and my future, well maybe that's for another story? But I was no longer in the closet, even if I spent nearly six months in one! Ultimately I found my true self and I was finally happy. Sarah had also grabbed a copy of one of the large glossy advertising posters that had been made all those months earlier. She'd had it framed and now it took pride of place in her hallway. Standing between the two lead actors was the opened wardrobe with me on full show. Heavily bound, ball gagged and trussed up in all of that glorious lingerie. Framed and captured for posterity. A reminder for all to see! I still couldn't quite believe that that was me. A Living Stage Prop!