Author's Note: English is not my native tongue, so please don't be to harsh when judging this... I have started Chapter 2 but when I will post it is anybody's guess


Me: me
Yvonne: a young Pam Anderson after her first boob-job
Veronica DeOrcy: Lucy Liu (with bigger boobs )
Eli DeOrcy: Summer Glau

Chapter One

I.

I can say, almost to the minute, when my life turned to the living hell it has been for a couple of years now.

It was a weekend some two years ago...

But first let me tell you a little bit about myself:

I am (or rather was) a man of 42 when this story began. I am very slight of build and short, I never had been any good at physical activities, and I admit that I was physically weak for a male. In school I was mercilessly tormented and bullied by almost everyone, including most of the girls. However, my luck changed when I reached adulthood, and my school days faded into just a bad memory.

I was married to Yvonne, a stunning beauty and a former lingerie model, just 25 years old. We had been married for a little more than three years. I counted myself a very lucky man when I - who never had been even moderately successful with women - found the nerve to ask Yvonne out on a date. Eventually, to the great surprise of everyone, including myself, we got married. My bliss didn't last very long, she was a bossy bitch for most of the time, and our sex-life soon turned into an increasingly random thing. I, as often as not, would have to practically beg to be allowed to as much as kiss her. I understood that while I was really in love with her (and her firm, perfect Goddess body), she had married me mostly for the economical security, on the advise of her evil witch of a mother. Luckily I was rather well off, not really VERY rich, but with a middle position at a large law-firm with a really good salary, and I had a large trust fund left by my late parents - my share in that alone was more than three million.

We experimented with some stuff, including some S&M, which I really tried to get her interested in. She found the whole idea to be "really disgusting" which was rather a disappointment for me, as I have had various "kinky" fantasies about bondage and such for all my life. Probably a product of my experiences as a boy but who really knows what makes one tick, right?

I was sad to realize that she seemed to be loosing interest in me, while I still was very much in love with her.

More or less by accident, I found out that she had been having an affair behind my back with Greg, a young, athletic man at her office. When I confronted her with that she didn't deny it, instead she said that Greg was much more of a man than me, and there was very little I could do about it, short of filing for a divorce. I was very upset about her attitude, but what could I do? I couldn't really consider divorcing her, and she would never divorce me, mostly due to our prenuptial agreement. Well, after that thing fluctuated - at times I would be allowed to have sex (probably when she was between lovers) witch always was great for me, at other times I, at most, was allowed to look at her naked, stunning body in the shower, while I jacked off.

This situation persisted until the fateful day I mentioned above. My rising sexual frustration had made me turn to masturbation, with increasing frequency, when I was home alone. And my interest in bondage and S&M had made me gather an increasing amount of various magazines, books and actual bondage gear of various sorts. (And all this, naturally, totally behind Yvonne's back.)

Then came the fateful day - my wife was away visiting her mother for a week, and I used this to "play" out various, increasingly kinky scenes by myself.

By the third day I must admit that I had been carried away a bit with my self-bondage "games". It was a Friday afternoon and I was dead certain that no one would come calling - and even if someone came, all doors where locked, most of the drapes closed and my car was locked away from sight inside the garage. In short. nothing gave away the fact that I was at home.

I had bought a new set of handcuffs, with a locking device controlled by a timer. This made this "self-bondage" game much more exciting, as it suddenly was possible to truly tie myself up, if only for the time the cuffs timer was on. But just being totally helpless, for real, if only for a short time, made me incredibly horny and excited.

Anyway, I had this fantasy about being "forcibly" turned into a woman, (just dressing up as a woman did very little or nothing at all for me - it was the thing about being forced that really got me going).

I put on some of Yvonne's sexy clothes, a black lace bra, black nylons with suspenders and a garter belt. I had shaved my face as closely as I was able, and put on a really heavy layer of make-up, a thick layer of base-cream that smoothed out my skin, thick black mascara around my eyes, false long eyelashes, blue eye-shadow, red blush on my cheekbones and a thick layer of deep-red, shiny lipstick. Then one of Yvonne's many expensive wigs - a really large, blonde "slutty-girl" wig. I marvelled at the transformation as I looked at the changed image in the mirror - I really looked as some sort of parody of a whore, or some sort of bizarre doll - even if the make-up was much too heavy to look good up close. In reality I suppose I looked like a drag-queen.

I was throbbing with excitement, and my cock was struggling against the chastity device I had locked on it an hour ago - a small plastic tube that was moulded to fit snugly on my penis when it was totally flaccid, making it totally impossible for it to grow even slightly semi-erect. A strong ring of chromed metal encircled the base of my testicle-sac, locking on to the penis tube with a small padlock, making the device impossible to remove without the key. I found this to be exciting, the fantasy about someone else controlling my erections and orgasms. And it also came in handy when it came to preventing myself from jacking off in the beginning of a "session", ruining the build up to a really mind blowing experience. But the thing was quite painful at times. I grimaced, fighting the temptation to fetch the key and getting off.

I stroked my nylon-encased legs, enjoying the smooth feeling of the shiny, black fabric. I had been on the verge of shaving my legs, but common sense had overcome my excitement - how would I explain that to Yvonne? Not that I was THAT hairy, in fact I was rather smooth all over compared to most males. I hesitated, and then put on one of Yvonne's lower heels, just three inches. I found higher heels almost impossible to actually walk in, even if they where very sexy. After strapping those on, I opened my locked suitcase containing the really kinky stuff.

I begun with the pair of false, but very natural looking breasts, made of some kind of skin-coloured latex. I put on the adhesive on the back of the things, and stuffed the heavy, jiggling, breasts into the black, push-up bra. They where just the right size, the same as Yvonne's massive DD jugs. I waited a couple of minutes, letting the glue that fastened them to my chest work. Then I started on my nails; one by one I glued the three-inch long, blood red, false nails on my own. The glue on both the nails and breasts where a non-permanent kind that would loosen if I pulled hard enough while using the right solvent. Luckily I had very little chest hair to begin with, so I had little fear that it would be noticeable even if some small bits of hair came off.

My transformation was almost ready; I slid on the black pair of crotch-less thong panties. I rose, a bit wobbly even on the relatively low heels, and pulled the panties up, the thin strings pulling into the crack of my ass and around the testicles. I walked over to the "bondage" area - in the large living room. There was a small risk that someone would see me, with the four large windows facing the front of the house. I had checked and as long as the lights inside where off, there was very little visibility from the outside, and a couple of large trees blocked the view from the nearest house. That small, but nevertheless very real danger added an excitement factor I had decided I just had to have.

I had laid out the stuff I needed before I started my "transvestite" transformation. Grimacing, I picked up the inflatable butt-plug. The thing was VERY kinky indeed and somewhere between pain and pleasure. I had already greased it up, so I fumbled around and pushed it home, at the same time triggering the switch that opened the valve to the small carbon dioxide bottle. I grunted as it started expanding inside my sphincter, and at the same time the built in vibrator started, but stopped again. It was set to "random", and would go on and off according to its own mind as long as it's batteries lasted. Then I fastened the spreader bar to my ankles, making me stand with my legs very wide apart, almost at a 90 degrees angle. I put on the wide and thick dog collar around my neck, with an engraved brass plate that read, "I am your Sissy Bitch Slave - please abuse me!!" The collar was so wide I had to stretch my neck to it's fullest to get it in place, it was on the verge of a posture collar. I locked it on with another of the small padlocks.

The timer controlled handcuffs dangled from the roof, suspended by a heavy chain. I checked the timer on the remote that controlled them one more time to be sure - it was set to 120 minutes, 2 hours. I bent down - not that easy a feat with the spreader bar forcing my legs apart, placing the remote on the floor, and sliding it against the nearest chair, well out of my reach. It worked by radio, so it was enough that it was in the same room as the cuffs, not needing a free line of sight as remotes using infra-red light. Drawing a deep breath, halfway tempted to go back on my promise to myself to follow this trough; I stretched for the cuffs, and fastened them around my wrists.

As the second cuff locked with a small beeping sound, a sense of fear, excitement and lust flashed over my mind. I first stood there, enjoying the sense of adventure and total helplessness - in my mind various scenarios played, making me desperately horny, making me desperately twist around to loosen some part of my bondage. After an hour, I stood, panting and sweating, promising myself that the next time I would go for just one hour and not two.

Then I noticed, with a pang of actual, real fear, movement outside!

A car pulled up!

Oh, no!

It was a small BMW sports car, and I immediately recognised it as being the car of Veronica - Veronica DeOrcy - one of Yvonne's oldest friends, and a total bitch that I really detested. Sure, she was probably even more beautiful than Yvonne in a way: her mother was Japanese and her father French and the racial mix had produced a truly stunning beauty. But she was mean and nasty, at least to me, and I was fairly certain that she had lesbian designs on Yvonne. That was if they weren't already lovers - they behaved that way, as often as not, exchanging deep, tongue-active kisses, caressing each other all over. Yvonne just had laughed and called me a "dirty minded perverted old man" when I had asked her outright about it.

Sure enough, Veronica climbed out, and walked up to the house, vanishing from view. I expected the doorbell a few times, and then she would drive off - it was a bit surprising that she didn't know about Yvonne's visit with her mother.

Then I heard the sound that signalled the end of my life as I had known it - the sound of a key opening a door!! And then the sound of high heels on a marble floor as the door was shut - from the inside!!

I felt myself panic - how in hell had she gotten hold of a key??!! Yvonne must have given her one! I pulled desperately at the cuffs, struggling against better judgement, all the while trying to be utterly quiet.

"Whoo-hoo! Anybody home? Jerry, I know you are here!!" Veronica called from behind the (thankfully) halfway closed door. I heard her footsteps walk away, and go upstairs, which made me frantic in my efforts to free myself, naturally without any success whatsoever. After a few minutes her footsteps came down the stairs again, and I prayed, silently, that she would leave!

At first it appeared that my prayers had been answered, she walked toward the kitchen area and was out of hearing for a while. But just whan it seemed that I might manage to be undetected, the clicking sound of her heels grew near, and as the bottom fell out of my stomach, the door to the living room swung wide open. In the doorway walked Veronica, dressed in a short black dress that clung to her athletic, but very feminine figure. Her slanted green eyes went very wide as she saw me.

"OH - MY- FUCKING- GOD!" she exclaimed.

I still prayed, but now it was to either die, or that the floor would open up and swallow me! I never had felt this utterly humiliated and embarrassed in my entire life! I felt myself blush a deep, crimson red all over my face and downwards.

"JJEEEZZUUZZ!!"

Veronica put her small right hand over her mouth, then she started giggling.

"Well. Well, well - and here I was thinking Yvonne was over-reacting when she complained about your disgustingly kinky ideas!"

She now was smiling broadly, her perfect white teeth gleaming. She walked up to me, then around me, over to the open suitcase with the rest of my kinky stuff. She bent down, studying its contents. Her perfect ass jutting out and up.

"Eeh...look...please Veronica.." I tried, in a weak, trembling voice.

"Yes?" she said, still grinning from ear to ear.

She was walking around me again, stroking her left hand over my naked ass-cheeks, making me jump from the unexpected touch. She carried something she had picked up from the suitcase; I recognised it as a "balloon-gag" - an inflatable balloon made out of heavy rubber, meant to be inflated inside the mouth.

"Er, please..Veronica. I know we have had our differences" - in fact we had been as close to enemies it was possible to be without exchanging gunfire "but please don't...please don't tell anyone about this.." I pleaded, . At the same time feeling her eyes all over me, as if I had been a piece of meat.

"Oh, I don't know if I CAN promise THAT." She giggled. " But tell you what - I will have to think this over a bit, and I think it would be GREAT if you cold shut the fuck up while I do that. Open wide please!"

I first didn't understand what she meant, but then she held up the balloon-gag with a smirk on her full lips.

"You - you can't be serious!?" I said, in an even weaker, trembling, voice.

"Aawh, come on, you obviously get off on this stuff. Open wide or I will try out the riding crop I saw in your suitcase-o-fun over there!"

With a pang of dread I realised, as I open my glossy red lips as wide as I was able, that Veronica really wasn't that appalled or disgusted. And she knew just what the heavy rubber balloon she was stuffing inside my mouth was!

Veronica started pumping the balloon with the small rubber-ball pump that was attached, quickly filling my oral cavity, and then pushing my jaws apart with greater and greater force until I heard myself gurgle a protest. The balloon tasted foul, of rubber and some biting chemicals, and my jaws where smarting from pain. She pushed a small, well manicured finger at the swelling, shiny rubber that ballooned out between my forcibly separated lips and teeth.

"There!" she said, obviously pleased with the result. She closed the release valve and removed the ball-pump with the attached hose. She stepped back, smiling a really evil, predatory smile that really scared me. She walked slowly around me, bending over to look at my chastity device, pulling my buttocks apart and pushing a finger in to feel the protruding part of the anal plug.

"Hmm..." she said, giggling, and then she walked up to the open case, bending over, her amazing ass pointing straight at me again, the short dress riding up and to my amazement shoving me a glimpse of her naked, ass cheeks, a red thong pointing down between the round globes! The sight made my cock jerk inside its plastic prison like it had been hit with a zapper!

She picked up the stack of manuals to the various apparatus I had purchased. Ignoring me she went to sit down in the large coach across the room. She switched on the television set, clicking channels until she came to "Oprah". She read the manuals, one by one, and watched the program. I was counting the minutes - it was just 38 minutes until the cuffs would open, and once free I would get rid of all the kinky stuff as fast as I could. Then it would be just Veronica's word against my own. I didn't really think Yvonne would take my word as the absolute truth but I didn't really think that she was willing to walk away from her luxurious lifestyle just on a wild tale from Veronica. I thanked the "Powers That Be" for the prenuptial agreement that would make sure that a divorce wouldn't really give Yvonne all that much if it came to that!

The minutes passed slowly, Oprah ranted on about one thing after another. I struggled, and something beside my conscious mind found the whole situation to be very sexually exciting - my poor cock tried valiantly to harden and rise, but instead a throbbing pain pulsated from my groin area as the implacable plastic tube fulfilled its mission. Without direct access to a clock I couldn't be certain, but when Oprah finished it had to be ten minutes or less until the timer unlocked my hands.

Veronica rose, yawning, and switched the television to a cable channel, where a lesbian porno was on, two women where going at it hot and heavy on the large 90" screen.

"Wow, look at that!" she laughed, and using the remote, she made the screen turn towards me.

"Tell you what, Jerry - I will have to think about this for a while. I'll have to go home and take care of Eli, but I will be back later today, tomorrow to let you know what I will do."

Eli was her 17-year-old daughter, who was as beautiful as her mother.

I felt hope rise within me - in ten minutes I would be free, and while the utter embarrassment of the moment would be with me forever, at least it looked as if I would be able to avoid a complete disaster! Veronica walked out with a small smile and a wave of her hand, still holding the manuals. Her heels clicked their way to the front door, the door slammed shut. I saw her walk up to the black BMW, open the door - but then she shut it again, and came walking back. The door opened, she walked back into the room with an amused smile. With a wide grin she bent down - and picked up the remote to the handcuffs where it lay on the floor in front of me!

"Oh my, I almost forgot about this." She smiled at me, winking. With a sinking feeling I realized that she had been aware of the timer the whole time! - she had read the manuals, and undoubtedly seen it on the floor, its large red LED display hard to overlook.

"Hmm - I just bet you where planning to free yourself and deny everything IF I decided to tell dear old Yvonne, didn't you! Hmm, just five minutes left, four and half to be exact. Hmm, lets see - "Cancel". Can that be right?"

I gurgled behind the gag, hoping she would push that button - the cuffs would open instantly!

"No, that can't be it. "Hold"...no...ah here we are - "Lock", yes that is it." She pushed with a small finger, the display flashed, and the countdown vanished, to be replaced by a flashing letters that read "LOCKED INDEFINITELY". I struggled, and gurgled as much as I was able, shaking my head. She laughed her high pitched "crazy" laugh that normally annoyed the hell out of me, but now sounded downright frightening!

"NOW you are securely bondaged up, for real! That must feel really great for a disgusting perv like you, right?! OK, NOW I really must go! Hang on, and don't you go anywhere!"

She laughed her annoying/crazy giggle again, and, carrying the remote, she left the room, her rear end wiggling provocatively. I saw her walk up to the car, enter it, and start the engine. The rear wheels spinning on the gravel as she took off down the driveway in a cloud of dust and I was alone.


II.

Time passed very slowly for me - first I was very angry, frightened - and excited as well, somehow it must be said. The occasional burst of heavy vibration from the butt-plug providing the only distraction, and the end of the lesbian porno on the television. Another one started, and I tried to look away.

My mind raced, trying to think of a way, anyway or anything, that would get me out of this. My sexual excitement faded, as the pain from my enforced position slowly but surely grew. After a few hours I was moaning with pain, from my legs, wrists and jaws. And I would have to pee very soon, but as long as I had even a token erection that was impossible! The sun was setting, when finally, even if I dreaded it, the black BMW finally returned, and Veronica walked in, this time dressed in skin-tight blue jeans, a loose-fitting white T-shirt and white sneakers. Her waist-long black hair was tied back in a thick braid, and she wore little or no make-up.

"Hi there, Jerry the perv-boy!" she said, giggling, with a small wave of her hand "still hanging around I see!"

She turned off the sound on the television, and placed the small suitcase she carried on the table to her right. Then she bent down, and searched the open suitcase with my bondage equipment, finding the small key to my chastity belt.

"Hmm...lets see know." She bent down; I felt her warm breath on my belly and groin. She fumbled with the padlock, then, with a sucking sound she managed to pull the chastity tube loose from my penis. I groaned from the half pain, half pleasure sensation. Quickly my cock grew erect, jutting skywards, it's blue-reddish head glistening in the light of the fading sunlight coming in from the windows.

"There, wasn't that nice of Aunty Veronica?" she asked, standing so close to me that her erect nipples scraped my belly. I looked down into her glittering, almost luminous green eyes, not really seeing any compassion - rather a look of mixed contempt, power and triumph. I gurgled something incomprehensible, she laughed, and stepped backwards.

"You know Jer... - or perhaps I should rename you "Jenny"? Yes, that seems more fitting somehow , yes - Pretty Pretty Jenny, you DO look really cute, even with that really ridiculous make-up. I hope you don't mind if I take few snapshots? Or make a home movie?"

I gurgled as much as I was able, shaking my head desperately, trying to stop this. She just giggled, and opened her small case, producing a top of the line digital camera. She walked around me, snapping away, at least 40 or more digital pictures documented me from every angle.

Then she put the camera back, and to my surprise produced a heavy dog collar. This was even thicker and heavier than the one already locked around my neck. And the inside was covered with small metallic studs. She unlocked my collar, pressing her body against mine, her breath hot on my face. Then she placed the new one around my neck, and locked it in place, using a new padlock, that seemed considerably sturdier than mine had been. She the picked up a new one, from her case that looked like a miniature version of the first collar and bent down. She attached this one around the base of my testicles and penis, locking it in place.

"Well, there you go - you look really nice in that!" She giggled.

"Now, your new collar has some built in enhancements. I bought it when I trained dogs a couple of years ago, and it is what is called a "discipline collar". It has a built in cattle prod that can zap you something awful, especially when it is in direct contact with your skin. And the one around your little miniature dicky-sack there is connected to the big one, hurting even worse. Now this is the control device."

She held a small remote control, with an antenna protruding.

"I can zap you using this, or it can be set to do it whenever you make the smallest sound. It is intended to make dogs less prone to bark, and I can't see why you would be any different? One dumb animal is as good as the other, right?" She giggled, obviously enjoying herself.

"Well, just to give you a taste, here is a really low power zap." Her small thumb pressed down on a button.

"YAAAAHGHHGGRGHHHHHH" I screamed, twisting in my bonds from the awful, mind bending pain. I stood panting, regarding with real fear, and blinking away tears that blurred my vision. She smiled happily, giggled and pushed the button again.

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOAAGAHHHIIIIIIJJJJJJJJJJHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Giggling, she put the remote on the table. Then she picked up a small tripod from her case, folding out its legs, she placed it in front of me, and fastened a digital video camera to it.

"Now, Jenny - I am going to make a home movie, and you are going to be the star if you know what is good for you! One false step, and I zap you REALLY good, understood?!"

Veronica reached up, and turned the valve trapping the air in the ball-gag, deflating it and pulling the foul tasting thing from my oral cavity with a wet, sucking sound. I worked my jaw, opening and closing my mouth, coughing.

"Look now Veronica.." I said, then the electric shock hit me again, but much worse that the previous one, making me scream at the top of my lungs, twisting in my bonds, almost blacking out for a moment.

"You really are stupid, aren't you? I said it would zap you if you made a sound." Giggling she handled the remote, turning off the sound-detector, then walked behind the camera, and started it, the red light indicating that it was running, recording everything in front of it.

"Now, bitch, I want you to read the signs I hold up, using a hot female voice, and say it like you mean it! Or else.." she looked down to the remote on the table. She held up a white sheet of cardboard, and reading the large block letters made me blush, and I shook my head, NO!

She shrugged, and bent down to pick up the remote.

Defeated, I hurriedly read, in as high-pitched, "female" voice I was able:

" I am Sissy Boy Pretty Pretty Jenny Cocksucker - I just love to suck a real mans cock.... and getting FUCKED UP my ass-cunt. Please come see me SOON - MASTER."

"Again! And with more feeling, wink at the camera, and smile! And a real saucy smile, slut!! Lick your lips!"

I repeated the act, trying to do as I was told, smiling widely, winking and generally acting as if I really meant what I was saying. After four more readings Veronica nodded, and changed the board.

"Now this one - in the same manner as that previous take! And now I want you to wiggle you slut ass and shake those fake boobs until I tell you to stop!"

Feeling utterly ridiculous and humiliated beyond everything I would have dreamed possible, I wiggled my ass, and shook the glued on, fake boobs as much as I could, and read:

"Ooh, baby, please punish Sissy Boy Jenny, I can almost feel your whip on my hot sissy ass, Please punish Sissy Jenny, Sissy Jenny has been soooo bad! I like it when masters treat me like dirt." Veronica nodded, and replaced the card with a new one. Still wiggling like some sort of snake, boobs swaying wildly I read this one as well:

"Oooh that feel so good, your monster cock up my ass, please let me lick it clean master. You can reach me at 0700 45386777 - if a real girl answers just ask for Slut Jenny."

"I really like to be raped and beaten up like a piece of slut flesh, please master, track me down and rape me! I live at DownsMedows 44 in Gotam City"

After ten or more signs with similar theme, Veronica nodded, laughing.

"You can stop wiggling now, you little slut! You actually seem to enjoy that you did didn't you?!"

Almost thankful, I stopped, panting, but with dreadful, icy knot in my belly. It wasn't that hard to recognise what Veronica was doing - this would make it possible for her to blackmail me to kingdom come, or indeed ruin my life completely. The fact that it obviously was filmed in my home, and no one but me was in the movie would make it extremely hard for me to prove that I hadn't shot the videos myself!

"Well, that was real nice - and with a hard-on the entire time as well! Even if your cock is so diminutive that I don't know if that is the right designation - more of a "cockette" or a large clit really. I have known women who have clits almost that large, when they are horny at least!" She laughed and walked away from the room, returning after a few minutes.

My mind raced, one insane scheme after another flitting trough my mind, but nothing that had even a remote chance of success.

"Well, that more or less wraps ups this evening's fun and games. There is just one more thing I would like to capture, and I just know that you will be nice enough to help me out." She picked up the dreaded remote to my collar, and the remote to my locked handcuffs.

"I am going to unlock your cuffs - don't get ANY ideas, I have put the zapper on high, and that strength can kill you if you are unlucky, or at least knock you out with pure pain! After I do that I want you to start wiggling around as before, then jacking off until you cum, all the time moaning and bucking like a bitch in heat!"

She pointed the remote controlling the cuffs at the roof, and a small beep announced that the cuffs were open. I wrenched my hands free, stumbling when my entire body suddenly came down on my poor feet. Sobbing with pain, I rubbed my wrists, trying to get the numbness to fade, while I braved myself for a desperate lunge at Veronica. But before I even had a chance to move, she stepped back, moving out of range, the spreader bar still forcing my legs wide apart. She started the camera again, still holding the remote to my collar in her small hand.

"OK, start!"

What could I do? I did as I was told, wiggling around and moaning I started jacking off, and as horny as I was it was just a minute before I came with a couple of large spurts, crying out, almost falling to my knees from the intensity of my orgasm. Panting I continued to milk my semi-flaccid penis, while I still wiggled like some demented call girl.

"Great! Now on your belly, and lick it up! And don't stop wiggling!"

I obeyed, with barely a hesitation, I fell to my knees, and then to my belly, licking my own cum from the hardwood floor, wiggling about like a fish out of water, while Veronica carefully recorded the whole thing.

"Good, I think you have the making of a really great sissy whore, Jenny! You can stop wiggling and get back up!"

Struggling I managed to get first to my feet, then, somehow, I was able to stand, wobbling, looking at her, but not daring to say anything.

"Lock the cuffs back on!"

I reached up, and locked the damned things around my wrists once more, feeling the last chance of jumping her fade away. Not that I really figured it would have done me any good, she is highly trained in one of the more obscure Asian martial arts, and I never have been that muscular or powerful. And I never have been in any sort of real fight since I was in school, and even back then I always got beaten up. Checking that the cuffs where truly locked on, she started storing her stuff away inside her small case, folding up the tripod and stowing away the cameras. She snapped it shut, and smiled at me.

"Well then - the mike in the collar is switched on, so you better be silent! That concludes our games and fun tonight. Now I know you are a real moron, so I will spell this out for you in really easy terms. Your ass belongs to me from now on - if and when I tell Yvonne is up to me! And if I feel like it, I might put any or all our little movies up on the Internet, and send the URL to your friends and family. If you want to avoid that, you had better be a really - REALLY- good and obedient little sissy slave from now on!"

She smiled a nasty smile, and slapped my cock, which once again was rock hard, obviously it was not taking any note of the fear and the dread my mind was filled with.

"I will set the cuffs to release you about sunrise, around five o'clock tomorrow morning. From that time you will keep the phone near, ready to pick up instantly, dressed as you are now, with a few exceptions - your heels are much to low for a real sissy slut, at least five-inch stilettos at the minimum from now on - and they must be shoes that are locked on to your feet! You needn't put in the but-plug, but the chastity-tube goes on, and you will lock it with one of the padlocks I have left on the table. You will receive a package tonight - it is a dress I have purchased using your MasterCard, you will put that on - everything in that package! You needn't lock on the spreader bar or handcuffs either. But I want those legs, body and all hair in the groin area gone - shaved! I will call you at some point, and I will only ring three signals before hanging up. If you do not answer, you know what I will do with my new home movies! If you choose to answer, you will get your instructions for the day, and these you will obey to the letter!" She picked up her things, and with a small wave and a smile she left me, her amazing ass wiggling tantalizingly as she disappeared out the door.


III.

I sat in front of the phone, waiting. It was almost ten o'clock, and after a sleepless night, I was both tired, fearful - and it must be said, actually a bit excited despite my situation. I was dressed as Veronica had ordered - the chastity tube was locked back on - after I had jerked off two times. I had shaved my legs, pubic area and all body hair I could reach. I figured I would be able to swing some kind of explanation for this shaving to Yvonne - if I just could keep Veronica from ruining me!

I wore the same false boobs, bra, stockings with suspenders, and crotch-less panties as the previous day. I had attempted to put on a bit less make up, but still looked very much like some parody of a drag-queen or a whore when I looked at myself in the mirror. On my feet where the most extreme pair of shoes I had been able to find - not five, but six inch, needle thin stilettos where buckled to my wrists. These where the only pair I had been able to find who matched Veronicas demand that they had to be locked to my feet. I had problem even standing upright without wobbling and falling over - and walking was even worse, almost impossible! And on top of everything else I had on the very tight-fitting, pink French-maid uniform that had been delivered last night by UPS. And instead of the blonde, professionally-made wig I wore a cheap, day-glo bright pink wig that was made of some sort of synthetic hair. It had been in the package with the uniform. The dress was obviously some kind of "play" outfit, as it was both very low cut, and very short. So short that if I bent over even the slightest my ass would be exposed to the world - and if it rode up even slightly in the front my chastity tube encased dick would be visible.

The thoughts kept running around in my head. The senior partners at the company I worked at where very strict, old school upstanding men, who I felt, without any doubt whatsoever, would fire me the second the first video was shown to them. My two sisters would be even worse, both where active in various organisations against moral decay - they would disown me or worse; they would block me from ever getting a red cent from out trust fund! It just couldn't be allowed to happen! And most of my friends probably would be utterly disgusted - I would become a despised outcast who at best would be a thing to be laughed at and derided!

The hours passed slowly, soon it was noon, and I had chanced a short trip to the bathroom, having switched all incoming calls over to my cell phone. I had almost nodded off, when, suddenly, the phone beeped angrily. Hurriedly I answered, whispering in a desperate attempt to avoid triggering the horrible punishment collar;

"Yes?"

"Is this Sissy Jenny?" a slightly familiar female voice said, sounding irritated and unfriendly.

"Uuh...what?!" I said, my voice sounding afraid - and the hellish punishment collar didn't activate, I thought at the back of my mind. Either the batteries had gone flat, or it was possible to control it from a distance.

"Look- either I have dialled the wrong number, or this is the phone of SISSY ASS PRETTY JENNY COCKSUCKER!!!!" The young female voice sounded mean and angry. "Now: whom am I speaking to!!?"

My mind raced - It had to be Eli, Veronica's daughter! I couldn't believe that Veronica had told her about me.

"Yes, this is Sissy Jenny." I found myself saying, blushing at the submissive, broken tone of my voice.

"Hmmph!! Well Jenny - you are off to a BAD start with me, let me tell you! You have 60 minutes to report for duty - bring the deed your Mercedes!"

The line went dead, and for moment I didn't know what I would do - where was I supposed to report? Then the young voice was back;

"Bring the registration to the Merc and your Visa card! Do you understand, jackass?!

You will bring your riding crops and whips, your cuffs, your Visa card and at least one thousand in cash. You will drive your Mercedes 500; bring the deed to the car. It is almost twenty miles; you have 60 minutes to get here!"

"Uh... yes...uh but where am I to report.."

"IDIOT! At the home of your owner of course!" she snapped, and then the line went dead for real.

Struggling to manoeuvre the brake with the six-inch stiletto shoe, I slowed down, and turned left at the old run-down Exxon station, up the narrow road. A shabby looking man looked up, sitting against the wall of the station, and I felt gratitude for the heavily tinted side windows of my car. The road vanished into a massive, dense forest, and hadn't the suspension of large German luxury car swallowed most of the bumps, it would have been a very uncomfortable ride. I drove very slowly, and not only because the road was so bad. A cold dread sat, like a lump of lead, in my belly, filling my mind with stark fear of what I was getting myself into. I was well aware of the fact that I was at least fifteen minutes late, but I, almost without thinking about it, tried to drag out the small time left to me in relative freedom. A couple of times I almost stopped and returned the way I had come - but dread of what that would lead to forced me to continue. The dense wood thinned out and the dirt road became paved for a short stretch until it passed a massive, open iron gate, set in a very high and thick wall of stone. The road ran for about half a mile, and then ended in front of a large, four-story high building. It was made of stone and grey concrete-its high windows barred with thick iron metalwork. I had never visited the place before, but I know that this was an upper class colonial mansion from the 19th century - and the home of Veronica DeOrcy.

The dense wood thinned out and the dirt road became paved for a short stretch until it passed a massive, open iron gate, set in a very high and thick wall made from grey slabs of granite. The road ran for about half a mile, and then ended in front of a large, four-story high building. It was made of stone and light grey plaster -its high windows barred with thick iron bars. I parked my car - four other cars where parked to the side, including Veronica's small BMW Z4. Drawing a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, but fearing the absolute worst, I opened the door and stepped out into the chill autumn air, bringing the small case bag with my Visa card, one thousand dollars in cash, and the deed to my car and most of my bondage gear.

Feeling utterly ridiculous I tethered on the insane spike heels, each short, mincing step a challenge. My hips pushed forward, my knees trembling, my chest, with its large, fake boobs thrust forward. The boobs where jiggling up, down, left and right as mad things with every step. I was aware of the fact that my ass wiggled like a snake, with each short step, but I couldn't walk without that movement. A sharp, pulsating pain throbbed from my poor feet, increasing with every step and by the time I reached the nearest wall, I was in tears, the pain was so awful I feared that I would do permanent damage to my feet! Panting I leaned against the wall, making my way to the large double doors. Drawing a deep breath, with dark forebodings and stark fear I steeled myself. I pushed the button under the metal mesh, with the legend "intercom - please ring bell". Minutes passed without any reaction. I contemplated pushing the button once more when an irritated female voice said, with a scraping of static and a heavy accent:

"YES? YES?! WHAT IS IT?"

What now? This was apparently another stranger who would know about my situation! I did not like the way this situation was developing - if more than very, very few knew about this, the video recordings wouldn't matter, rumours where bound to get out anyway. And rumours where all it would take for my employment to end, even if it didn't mean divorce from my wife.

"Eh...Jerry no Si...Sissy Pretty Jenny ... reporting for duty!" I said, in my phoney, high-pitched, female voice feeling more embarrassed and more stupid than ever. But I have to admit that despite everything I felt a tingle of arousal as well. There was a moment of silence.

"Idiot! You are to report at the back entrance! The main doors are for human beings!" the voice snapped and a scraping sound announced that the intercom was dead.

I sighed, and started the painful walk around the large building, one hand against the wall for support. Finally I reached what had to be the back door, breathing heavily from the exercise, sweat running down my face, my feet now two living, burning things of pure pain. How could anyone walk in these things? I felt certain that some of the bones in had to be damaged! And the fact that they where at least two sizes to small weren't to my advantage either! I pushed a similar button, and almost instantly the door opened. A young Asian girl in loose fitting grey sweatpants and white t-shirt regarded me without any sympathy or compassion whatsoever. I recognized her as Eli, Veronica's daughter - if anything she was more beautiful than I remembered her. She looked me over as if I had been a side of beef, or a piece of furniture.

"Oh my GOD - you look FUCKING RIDICULOUS!!" she giggled, and I felt myself blush from humiliation.

"Look.." I said.



"AUGGHIIJJJGGGGGHHHHAAA!!"

A fast, very hard, backhanded slap over my face knocked me over with a scream of as much surprise as pain. I fell over, my knees and hands hitting the sharp gravel.

"IDIOT! DON'T YOU EVER LOOK A SUPERIOR BEING IN THE FACE AND DON'T EVER MEET A SUPERIORS EYES!!! AND YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T OPEN THAT SEWER OF A MOUTH WITHOUT PERMISSION!! GET UP!! NOWWW YOU SNIVELLING MAGGOT!"

Her left foot kicked me in the ribs, as hard as she was able. I screamed again, and struggled to my feet, no mean feat on the gravel.