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It's Better This Way "It's better this way" Sarah my landlady said making me jump slightly as I felt the touch of her body sidle up against my bound, teased and tormented form. I stared down out of the window, unseen from below as I watched my girlfriend of five years carrying her bags and possessions out towards her new boyfriend's car. She didn't look back, at least not at that point. To be fair she was completely unaware that I'd been positioned quite purposely to witness her departure and although I had a good view of her, with the reflection of the glass window and of course the net curtain there was no way she could have seen me. And in my current position it was just as well! You see I was bound head to toe, strapped upright into an adapted tall sack barrow and I was dressed in nothing but female lingerie and a pair of high heels! To be precise, I was tightly laced into an under busk, boned, back laced corset. The matching black lace covered under wired bra held my 36C breast fillers nicely in place. That very morning they had even been attached with a strong medical adhesive! My privates were tightly locked into a small sized cb6000 chastity cage and hidden by a matching pair of lace fronted black panties. My cage was pushed back leaving very little sign of any bulge to be seen. I didn't hold the key. Stretched from my corset and threaded down through my tight panties were six wide metalled suspender straps, three on each thigh. These now pulling tautly on a brand new pair of very sheer, glass like reinforced heel and toe back seamed black nylons. My legs had been smoothly shaved and moisturised that very morning, as indeed had all of my hair below my eyebrows! Over all of that I wore a knee length gorgeously black satin and lace trimmed full slip then hugged my body. It felt silky to the touch and followed my now feminine contours perfectly. My sheer stocking covered feet were then placed into an elegant pair of three inch heeled black court shoes. They elevated my calf muscles perfectly, giving me an attractively feminine gait. Not that I could walk anywhere at that point! The rest of me had been prepped and preened to perfection. Classic, tastefully applied makeup, glued on nails, shaped, filed and painted, an expensive realistic wig that hung to my shoulders that set my thankfully somewhat androgynous face off just right. Even the smaller, but just as important touches like a smart ladies watch, a small bracelet, subtle earrings and finally a light spritz of perfume that filled my nostrils. The only aspect that actually looked ugly was the large shiny red ball gag that was strapped firmly around my head, which forced my perfectly painted lips open a little wider than I would have preferred. The only other item that I wore and what caused me perhaps the most torment, was actually up inside of me! Held firmly in place and working away was a four inch remotely controlled vibrating, soft but firm silicone plug! Having been especially prepared on that particular morning, I knew roughly what was to come. I'd somehow allowed myself to simply be taken along with everything almost as if I were on autopilot and the last several months had clearly been leading up to this particular occasion. And of course so much had changed over those last few months. In truth Jen, my now 'ex girlfriend' and I hadn't been getting on all that well and regardless of what happened. We'd never sat down and vocalised it, but we'd both allowed ourselves to slowly move apart. Jen's eyes had already drifted, in fact her eyes had more than drifted and she fallen into a new relationship and well I... I was as I now was! It would have only been a matter of time for us to go our separate ways and maybe we were just waiting for something to give us that gentle push. But still, five years together didn't make this easy. My body twitched and flexed as I let out yet another suppressed moan as Sarah cooed and stroked my left cheek gently, saying, "It's ok baby, just let it all happen, I'm here for you now." "It's just you and I now and we can look after each other..." she said. "...and with you living here with me now means that I can make all of the important decisions, so you'll never need to worry your pretty little head." Again my body betrayed any sense of wanting to escape as the unseen vibrations below caused me to give way and jerk slightly against the numerous soft firm leather straps that held me. "Oh look" Sarah said, as we could now both see Jen looking back from the driveway. She seemed to be looking straight up at me, but there was no sign of any obvious recognition. Was she pausing? Was she having second thoughts? "Shall I pull back the curtain darling?" Sarah said as she moved towards it. Looking at me she smiled seeing the fear in my eyes as I "Mmmgh'd" into my gag in panic and tried to shake my head to say no. In the next moment I heard the distant voice of Tom, Jen's new beau calling for her to hurry up, no doubt as he waited by his car. Sarah my landlady without pausing any further then opened the net curtain and fully flung open the window whilst calling down to my 'ex'! "You almost done Jen?" Thank fully her body was blocking any view of me, or at least I hoped it was. But I was just set back enough not to be actually visible. I heard Jen's voice call back, "Nearly, just a few more bits and pieces to go" as she looked up towards Sarah. "Well I wish you all the best you know that," Sarah replied. "Thank you..." I heard her call back up, only to be followed by, "...look, I've left Chris a note in the kitchen..." she seemed to pause, before adding "...this won't be a surprise but I didn't know how else to do it, but will you say goodbye to him for me when you see him." "Of course I will..." Sarah replied, "...I expect he's tied up somewhere" she said struggling not to giggle. "But don't worry he'll be fine, I'll keep a close eye on him, I promise!" I just heard Jen reply, "I've left my set of keys on the kitchen table and I'll just grab these last few things then I'll be off" Jen said and with that the exchange came to an end. Sarah simply pulled the window shut and let the net curtain fall back into place. Then moving back towards my side I sensed her fiddling with something as I instantly heard the unmistakable and ominous sound of her Hitachi wand buzz into life! I braced myself as I knew what was coming next. My eyes flicked to Sarah, then back out towards the driveway as I could just see Jen heading back and forth only yards from us. "Now let's see just how excited we can you my gorgeous" Sarah teased and without delay she pushed the fast vibrating head of the wand into the front of my satin and lace covered chastity cage. I gasped and flexed at the sensations now being forcibly driven into me. Sarah pushed her body up close, one hand going round my feminised torso and the other expertly applying just the right amount of pressure to the exact point where she knew she would achieve her goal. As my breathing quickened through my gag she soothingly 'Ssssh'd' me as my body reacted and slowly gave way to her ministrations. And of course all the time this was going on, the unseen vibes still continued up inside of me! Everything felt unreal, but fuck it felt amazing! "Oh look..." Sarah soothed, "...there she goes," as we both saw Jen walk back towards the waiting car. Stopping and turning one more time. Despite my body lapsing into a surreal haze-like decent, I could see Jen down below, albeit maybe no more than twenty feet away. Again she seemed to be looking directly at me! "Mmmm," Sarah smiled. "If only she knew my pretty, Mmmm?" "If only she could see you now!" "She'd see just how brave you're being my darling." My breathing quickened as I was being taken closer and closer to the edge of no return and all whilst I watched the girl I'd been with for those five years about to walk out of my life! Common sense told me that she couldn't actually see me, but Sarah knew exactly how to take me to the limit. "Let's see if we can make you squirt your little 'girl' cream into your pretty knickers my darling just as her car pulls away" she throatily said as she pushed the wand into me just that little firmer. I was close and my restricted moans were encouraging Sarah on as we watched Jen turn and head away up to the end of the driveway. My eyes must have closed momentarily as I vaguely heard a car door open then close, an engine start up and then the car pull away. That was it. Jen was gone. Five years of our life together. I heard Sarah whisper in my ear, almost as if soothing a child, "Bye bye Jen." At that same point she instantly pulled the wand away! But I didn't get to cum! I was so close. Fuck, I was on the brink and so fucking close and almost in tears at that point. My body was racked with sheer frustration. With Sarah moving her own body slightly away, there was nothing for me to even try to push or rub against. I desperately tried to jerk my bound body into the air to achieve some level of friction or anything to somehow take me over that virtual cliff edge and into ecstasy. But there was nothing as I could feel myself coming down slowly much to my annoyance. Sarah watched me closely. This was the bit that she adored. The complete control of me, the power to allow me to ejaculate or not and the result couldn't have been better for her. On a scale of one to ten, ten being ejaculation, she had edged me to nine and three quarters! For her it was perfection as she studied my beautifully tortured form. "Never mind sweetness..." she cooed, "...maybe next time. You know learning restraint and knowing when to accept my rule are important qualities..." She smiled. "...and we can't have you having it all your own way now can we!" Standing directly in front of me she smiled as she spoke, "Awww, look at you you're looking all hot and bothered!" I heard her words, but I was still breathing heavily, almost sucking air in through my gag. "Let me open the window a little to help you cool down..." she said as she turned to do just that as she carried on. "You know, I caught a glimpse of Jen's new man. He looks quite a dish!" "Quite manly..." she said turning to me and smiling, before adding, "...well manly in the sense that he'll probably wear a pair of trousers that is!" She stifled another laugh. Oh fuck. I felt sick. What on earth was I doing, what the fuck was I doing! "Personally I think Jen's missing out you know..." she smiled, "...but I guess her loss is my gain and let's be honest..." she went on "...I understand 'special girls' like you..." she said, "...we've known that for a little while and this..." she gestured with her hand towards me "...is as we now know the 'real you' and..." she smiled "...I and like to stick to my promises, so I truly will be keeping a close eye on you from now on!" The 'real me'! "Besides I know how you like to be treated..." she said, "...don't I." She smiled, adding, "And there's everything you could need right here" she glanced around the room. It was her 'play room' if you like and I'd become intimately acquainted it with over those last few months. It was well equipped and very professionally so, housing a range of straps, harnesses, crops and paddles, fixed anchor points and all a whole host of 'toys' that she like to use on me! It was also a room that my 'ex' Clare had no idea existed, or at least what its contents were! Standing back up and now looking straight at me, Sarah smiled "And let's not forget all of the lovely clothes and dresses I have for you and there'll be plenty more, yet alone all of that gorgeous silky underwear that you love to wear..." she said, "...all day and everyday!" I could see her taking out the remote for my plug as she fussed with it for a moment. "Now..." she exclaimed, "...I've got a few things to do and as a special treat you're not going to be on duty today. I'm going to cook us a special meal for tonight and I've even put a nice bottle of bubbly in the fridge" she said. The 'not being on duty today' simply meant that I wouldn't be required to dress and serve her as her maid. It was one of my main roles that in one sense started all of this off in the first place. It came with different styles of uniforms and indeed different styles of service, from the 'real' maids duties with real work to the, let's just say, the 'fantasy' style, where in all honesty very little cleaning and serving got done! "I've bought you a lovely new dress that I know you'll just going to look darling in and tonight were going to celebrate a new beginning!" She smiled. "I've also got some new potential tenants coming to look over your old home, so you can just stay here and relax my darling and I need to remove all of your silly boy things." She smiled. "Now, I know I've got you all a little worked up this afternoon, but as a reward I'm going to switch this over to the setting you like best..." she said as I watched her open up her mobile phone app. With experience I again knew what was coming as she scrolled through and set my plug vibes to the front end setting only. It was the one where the flange vibrated solely against my perineum and I knew it would it drive me crazy! We both knew that it wouldn't make me cum, but it was the setting that seemed to get the best reactions from me and sure enough it did as I jerked and gasped yet another "Ugggh" through my gag! I whimpered gently as my body convulsed every few seconds or so to the unrelenting teasing below as she set the mode from random to constant. Stroking my left cheek and smiling gently, she said, "Oh my sweetness, you're so gorgeous, so pretty and I want you just to enjoy this, I'll be back up later" and with that Sarah turned and left the room. I heard the key turn in the lock of the door, not that it was needed, but it just added to the sense of being trapped and very stuck! To be fair, the idea of feeling stuck came from my own mouth some months earlier. Sarah was simply feeding into my own fantasy! A few tears started to trickle from my eyes. They weren't tears of pain or hurt, but maybe just tears of submission and surrender. I'd never felt so out of control and helpless in my life. It was clear that unlike the day before, I wouldn't be changing back and I had no idea just where all of this was going? I didn't even know how I felt about Jen, but that was all immaterial now, or at least it seemed so. On top of which Sarah was about to remove all of my 'silly boy things' as she put it. But what did that actually mean? Would I still have access to any of them? Perhaps I didn't even want to know. I didn't even want to think about that. This was madness and yet there I was! The truth was that I had had choices. In fact I'd had plenty of them. I could have left months or even weeks ago, or even that very morning before all of my hair was removed and before I was dressed in all of this gorgeous lingerie! Sarah had even given me all of those options and yet still I stayed on! I even let her tie me up, not that it was the first time she'd placed me in bondage. But everything, everything all the way had been consensual! And now with my relationship with Jen over, my job gone, my home (by the sounds of it) about to be given over to someone else and there I was - a bound, feminised and utterly submissive object. And I didn't need to be, I had chosen this, all of it! But just how did it all come about. Well this is how I ended up there:- Jen and I had moved into our rented house some four years earlier. It was one half, or actually one third of a reasonably sized house in a leafy suburb of an average sized market town. Our landlady, Sarah occupied the other two thirds and had actually had the house divided up to provide a long term income for herself after her divorce some years earlier. Sarah from day one was fantastic, one could even say a little too perfect. She was an attractive slim lady in her early fifties. She was divorced, always extremely well dressed and always typically feminine, in fact we questioned she even owned a pair of trousers! She liked to chat and know enough about us, but not to the point of being a nuisance, or at least seemingly. Likewise, although the rent we paid wasn't cheap, our relationship with her gave us a confidence that we could easily have that discussion should finances become an issue, or at least so we thought! Both Jen and I had no real idea what our long term plan was, but work was reasonably local, the house was private, very quiet and everything seemed good. Little did I know what would be waiting round the corner as a deciding factor, but all will be explained as this story unfolds. But just like most young couples it took two incomes to manage financially and we did, things were ticking over reasonable nicely with no real concerns. We had complete privacy, or at least so we thought and we had our own side entrance and a small shielded section of the garden. But there was one anomaly with the set up and that was at the bottom of our stairs was an interconnecting solid door that went through to Sarah's part of the house. It was left in place some years earlier when the house was originally divided up and as far as we knew it was simply always locked and was possibly left there in case one day she wanted to reconvert the house back? Certainly Jen and I didn't hold a key for it and we'd never really questioned its existence any further. As I said life was plodding on reasonably well until Covid hit! Jen's job was extremely secure, if not a little risky as she worked in a hospital environment as a specialist nurse within intensive care unit. Although initially the worry was for her and indeed her colleague's safety, the routine of what was to come soon settled in and she simply knuckled down and got on with it. Her job had always involved shift work so night duties were the 'norm' for us. My job however was suddenly less safe. I worked in IT support and although I had always brought home a reasonable wage, it soon became apparent that cut backs within my company were looming and by that summer I had been let go. The severance package wasn't great as I hadn't been with that particular company for long, so very quickly we became concerned and just like any other young couple we a car, with an accompanying car loan, we had the rent to pay, utility bills and of course food to pay for. On top of which jobs were in freefall and nobody was hiring! Jen was coming home exhausted and tired from her shifts and even started staying over in between shifts. This was done from a safety point of view for the hospital and indeed for me and when she was home, our financial worries soon put a tension between us. She knew that it wasn't my doing and that circumstances were beyond both of our control had pushed us down this worrying road. Of course our landlady Sarah who didn't miss a trick quickly realised that my work had dried up and although very sympathetic, realised that paying our monthly rent was potentially going to become an issue! Indeed several times she invited me round for a coffee whilst Jennifer was at work and in-between my fruitless online searches for job vacancies and we chatted quite freely about the impending dilemma. She certainly gave no impression that there would be any pressure, but she did quiz me on what my skills were and maybe what else I could do? I remember on one such frustrating morning as we sat with our coffee in our hands that I told her I'd almost be prepared to do anything from stacking shelves in a supermarket to taking on a cleaning job, not that any of either seemed to be advertised! Three months went by and I was forced to let my car go as we simply couldn't keep up the loan payments. Fortunately Jen took the train to the hospital so we knew being without a car wasn't the end of the world, but again it slightly limited my options down as to how far I could travel for work. Having never been unemployed it was also quite a blow to my own self esteem. Both Jen and I were what we believed to be 'modern' in our approach to life, but not being able to contribute financially quickly made me feel inadequate and due to Jen's own stress levels at work, I didn't feel that I could off load too many of my worries onto her, so by default Sarah soon filled that place. "Well you could always do some jobs here for me..." Sarah said one morning, quickly adding, "...I couldn't pay you, but I could take a reduction on your rent, which I'm sure would relieve some pressure!" Now I had had no idea what kind of jobs she was meaning, but quite frankly her suggestion was the best offer, in fact the only offer I'd had at that point! "Some cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, polishing, ironing and so..." She mused. "...menial low level domestic housework really..." she said, "...I'd considered getting a cleaner / general home help a while a ago and maybe now's the time..." She smiled. "...if it helps that is?" She had already given us a couple of months of breathing space re our payments, but we knew that couldn't go on forever and although we had a good relationship with her, we guessed there would be a limit. Besides, I was hardly in much of a position to be too choosey! I vaguely remember mentioning it to Jennifer one evening and without even asking quite what would be involved, she simply told me "Yes and take as many hours as she can offer you, otherwise we're going to be up shit creek without a paddle!" So there it was. Two days later I stood in Sarah's kitchen ready for day one. There was however one caveat! We me completely unaware of what was coming, she told me that she was a little 'old fashioned' in her ways and she was concerned about what other people might think. She didn't want the neighbours talking or getting the wrong idea. I had no idea where she was going with this as the reality was her that her house, although not cut off, was remarkably private from any of the neighbouring houses. "This may seem a strange request..." she said, "...but if you're effectively going to work as my maid, I really would like you to be wearing this" she said as she turned round and pulled out of a bag what appeared to be a black maids style uniform dress! The sort you might see in a slightly posh hotel or something like that. Not particularly frilly or over the top, but clearly a smart woman's working dress! "And..." she indicated, "...just a few other bits and pieces to complete the look!" I stared open mouthed as she then placed on her kitchen table a pair of heels, low-ish in height, but effectively ladies court shoes none the less. A series of under things, a bra, a slip, knickers, stockings and a suspender belt, all in black! Then finally she held up a ladies shoulder length wig! Initially I just stared at her open mouthed thinking that she was just having a bit of fun. But her look quickly told me that she wasn't. Instantly I said "I don't get..." I said as my words petered off as I still could quite believe what on earth was going on or what she was suggesting. I even wondered if I'd ever given her the wrong signals. How had such a simple job offer been misinterpreted as me wanting to, or her expecting me to be prepared to wear a dress, yet alone all of the other items? But suddenly her voice raised and she looked hard at me. "Sit down young man, you and I need to talk, trust me..." she said, "...you need to hear what I'm about to say" she said. As I lowered myself down onto one of the chairs, she placed her own laptop on the table and switched it on and a few moments later she spun it round towards me. "Recognise these?" she said. Oh fuck! It took a few seconds for me to realise that she had brought up almost all of the websites that I had been visiting. Further web pages quickly appeared, story sites, shopping sites and endless photo galleries. All with the same theme and all transvestite and transgender related! And worse still many of them were specifically about submissive cross dressers in service to dominant women!!!! Even worse there were endless pages that include images of feminised men in bondage, locked into chastity and even being subjected to anal play! Fuck! My mind reeled as I stared at the screen as she flicked through my exact browsing history! "These aren't just casual one off visits either, are they?" she said. "You've very kindly bookmarked some of your favourite stories that you clearly enjoy..." she said, "...and they make for interesting reading!" I wanted the ground to open up and I could feel my face burn. I couldn't look at her as I heard her words. Maybe anticipating my thoughts, she interjected. "Don't worry; your lovely Jen doesn't know a thing. Just you and me!" Although hardly jumping for joy, I did hear what she said and at least felt some degree of relief. But what did this mean? Was this blackmail? Was Jen going to know? I had to think quick. She clearly knew enough and had the upper hand to put it mildly! There I was, in her house with a pile of women's clothing sitting there inches from me that she expected me to wear! Frozen, I sat there with no idea what my options were, or even if I had any! Both Jen and I had no idea, but the interconnecting doorway at the bottom of our stairs had indeed been opened on numerous times and pretty much since we'd moved in! Whilst we'd been at work, Sarah had been in and nosed around without our knowledge and well over a year ago she'd found my laptop and for whatever reason she decided to open up my search history! Now I guess I should have locked it with a password, but I'd never gotten round to it, plus Jen never touched it anyway and it never left the house. So I'd never considered that someone else would come into our home and ever touch it! Despite my relationship with Jen and what I would have described as a normal healthy history with girlfriends before her, this side of me had always been kept quiet. I'd never acted on any of it and it was just all fantasy really, even a bit of escapism. At that point the atmosphere could have been cut with a knife as Sarah watched me closely. It was then that she decided to move things forward. "No one else need know. You desperately need your rent lowered and Jen is already expecting you to do this work for me, so you'll have some explaining to do if you turn this job down!" Fuck, that sounded like a threat, or a no way out option, probably both! And how would I explain it to Jen? She was out there doing her bit, in fact working her socks off and I could hardly be choosey and tell her that a bit of cleaning was below me. Sarah could see the cogs turning in my panicked head as she continued. ""Your Jen will be at work and all you've got to do is wear a few items for me!" She smiled, adding "Well, I say for me. Looking at what you quietly crave I think it would be safe to say that you could have some enjoyment out of this yourself!" "It can be our little secret!" she said. I don't know how many moments passed, but it felt like an eternity. "I do need an answer," was all she said. Still I sat there. My eyes darted over to the lingerie, heels and dress on the table. Oh fuck. Should I call her bluff? She couldn't make me do this, but that wasn't the issue. How the fuck would I explain to Jen that I'd turned the job down? Right now this was the only way to reduce our monthly rent payments. We could be kicked out. Fuck, I was stuck! I then heard my voice speak. "I..." I faltered. "I, errr, I don't want her to know, please," I somehow whispered, but loud enough for Sarah to hear me. I had no idea just how pathetic I sounded, but Sarah gave a slight almost sympathetic laugh as she placed her hand on my shoulder realising that she'd got me. "Well, there's no need for her to know..." she said, "...but will have to do exactly as I say and in all honesty I think we can both learn to enjoy this little arrangement!" she said. "Come along," was all she said as she gestured for me to stand and follow her. "Bring your new clothes with you" as she led me from the kitchen and upstairs into the depths of her house. We ended up in a medium sized bedroom. "I want you to change, there's some make up on the side there..." she smiled, adding, "...are you versed in makeup application?" I wasn't, so she quickly told me to call down to her when I was dressed and that she would sort out my makeup and my wig! An hour later I stood there literally trembling before her. The lingerie I wore that day was just the start, within a week it soon became far more elaborate, more restrictive and quite frankly downright sexy! Being fair haired I fortunately had light beard growth, but she was desperate for me to shave my legs as the nylons she supplied were sheer and diaphanous to the touch. The makeup was subtle initially and clearly she was determined to work on my stance and my mannerisms, but that would all come in time. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights and she was the one driving the car! I remember that very first evening after spending nearly seven hours dressed in that uniform and those heels waiting for Jen to come home. Although redressed back in all of my male clothing and with my face scrubbed, I was petrified that she'd somehow know or see a hint of makeup that I'd missed. I felt as if I'd cheated on her and I suppose in one way I had. But no, there was nothing and that very next morning I woke up knowing that I was expected back in Sarah's half of the house to become her uniformed sissy maid once again. From then onwards I was expected to be on duty everyday and every night, feminised from head to toe from the moment Jen left for work without any delay or excuses. Added to that, Jen was also putting in plenty of extra overtime shifts to cope with the pandemic, all of which just added to my time in skirts! Along with the fancier lingerie I was expected to wear, my heels got higher and my uniform dresses got sexier. The chastity cage quickly followed and soon after that my first plug! Rules and codes of conduct were established and a worrying demerit system with defined punishments wasn't far behind! As Sarah said "These are all of the things that you clearly like my darling, just like those naughty stories you've been reading, so don't try and pretend you don't want any of this!" She soon recognised the power of fear in me and would often keep me until the very last minute to change back before Jen returned home. It scared me, but like a drug I was fast becoming hooked and it soon took over my every waking minute and quite often my sleeping ones too as some pretty vivid dreams along the way. Equally Sarah got her own pleasure nonstop. Not only was she now on almost permanent heat in watching and making me do all that she wanted, but I was soon put to work between her legs using my tongue as and when she wanted, to having a strap on dildo attached to one of my face gags and even having a special one attached to the front of my cage! It was soon far more than just maid's service! Meanwhile Jen was so pre-occupied with work and I was so preoccupied with being Sarah's feminised plaything that we barely began to notice each other and more alarmingly, neither of us seemed to care! Jen had no idea what I was up to while she was at work and I somehow told myself that I was doing all of this to keep the very roof over our heads. But unbeknown to me, whilst I was prancing round in heels, a dress and women's lingerie she was being quietly wooed by one of her male work colleagues and it was working. Her mind like mine was now in a very different place. I remember one occasion when Sarah was mid way through giving me a sound spanking; I was tied down severely and gagged in just my lingerie when my mobile phone rang. On seeing it was Jen, Sarah picked it up before me and answered it. Smiling down at me I heard her say "Oh sorry Jen, he's just doing a job for me out in the garden and must of left his phone on the side here, I hope you don't mind me answering it?" I could see her listening to Jen talk as a smile gradually beamed across her face, before saying "Oh he'll understand. You have a nice time; you deserve a night with your friends. Just relax and don't you worry he's a big boy he'll cope!" "Well, well, well" Sarah then said as she switched my phone off and placing it on the side. "Sound like your lovely Jen won't be coming home tonight and then she's going straight into a double shift!" She smiled, adding "And there I was about to send you home to change. Looks like you're now going to be all mine until Wednesday night, my, my..." she smiled. "...that gives us two more full days and two nights!" Fuck! Sarah was like a cat that'd got the cream! That night I did change, but into a gorgeous satin and lace covered LBD with a fresh set of beautiful lingerie and heels as we shared a meal. Awaiting me upstairs on what was fast becoming my 'other' bed, Sarah had introduced me to my first silky nightdress and a pattern soon followed. Almost weekly there were consecutive stints of me staying en femme with her when Jen was suddenly either too tired to come home, or was desperately needed for an unforeseen extra shift. Some of it was of course true, but in reality she was now staying over with a chap called Tom and of course Sarah leapt at every chance kept me fully in role and under her strict control! Sarah could sense what was happening behind the scenes and her plans for me were fast developing. Stupidly, madly or maybe even happily, I chose to not even want to think about it. Somehow I just surrendered and went along with everything. Not once did I try to leave, or even say no. I think I knew that I was sleepwalking down a one-way street, yet I kept on going. It felt easy, or at least easier than having to make a decision. I was slowly losing all sense of control and direction, but I loved and craved what Sarah was doing to me and Sarah could barely believe just how easy my ensnarement had been! So an hour or so later with me still strapped to that sack barrow I saw her carrying what appeared to be a series of bin liners up to her own car, I had no idea that they contained what male clothing I had left. My body still twitched and jumped to the vibes of my plug and bound and gagged as I was, all I could do was stare out of the window and accept. I watched her drive off. Christ, she even turned and waved up at me just to add to my helplessness. She returned forty minutes later with a spring in her step having thrown all of my male clothing away at the local council refuse depot. I didn't have a stitch of male attire left! Maybe it really was better this way?