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|Storycodes: Solo-M; F/m; chastity; corset; stockings; public; cd; sissy; transport; bond; gag; bfold; hum; denial; cons/reluct; X||
|Lad's Weekend FL Solo-M; F/m; chastity; corset; stockings; public; cd; sissy; transport; bond; gag; bfold; hum; denial; cons/reluct; X|
My wife Kate was going away and I would be left on my own for 2 days over a weekend. I had planned a few drinks at the local pub in the evening, but otherwise not much. I woke up in the morning and she was already getting everything ready for her departure. I turned over and put the pillow over my head. I had no such rush on. The next thing I knew, the pillow was pulled away.
"Go and put your metal chastity belt on."
I tried to cover my head with the duvet - she pulled that away too.
"Put it on now, and give me the key. I am not having you playing with yourself all weekend"
I had owned a CB3000 for several years and spent a considerable time locked in it. Kate didn’t share my high sex drive and we’d found that actually me being kept locked up was an ideal way of me being constantly teased without her being pestered for sex. Until I was locked up I resented the fact that she wouldn’t dress for sex and that she didn’t have any sexual fantasies. Chastity kept me constantly desperate for her and the more she denied me sex, the more desperate I became.
The metal chastity belt was something that I had bought on a whim. It had a plate at the front which made any 'access' impossible. It was secured by a metal belt with a padlock. It also had the rather humiliating effect of making ones profile very feminine – and there was no touching - in fact with it on I could not see nor feel my manhood - it was totally gone. So much for having a weekend of fun.
I put the chastity belt on, pulled it tight and locked it. There really was no escape. I threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs to joined Kate for breakfast, still dozy and not really considering the implications of what I had just done. She held out her hand and I gave her the keys - the only 2 keys in the world. Without those, I would have to cut the metal off - which since it was close to my skin would be impossible without injury.
As we sat eating our cereal, Kate suddenly spoke. "I've left your instructions on the side, do exactly as it says, or you might find yourself spending longer in that than you thought!" She smiled a little, knowing smile, which slightly worried me. I was just wondering if anyone in the pub would notice the belt under my clothes - probably not I thought. I could still have a lazy day, then go for a few beers.
After Kate left, I flipped on the radio and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was raining outside, so I thought maybe I'd just spend some time watching TV, I never usually did that – there were always so many jobs to do. This weekend I could just take it easy, it had been a long week after all so I felt that I deserved it. Anyway, Kate wouldn’t be there to moan that I was being lazy.
I picked up the note that was left for me:
I have a few jobs for you. Firstly though, have a shower and put on your best underwear - including control knickers, stockings and corset. You will be in them for some time..
I was quite taken aback. She knew that I like to dress up as my female alter-ego Lisa, but she didn't ever get involved. I read on....
Once you are properly dressed, then you need to go shopping at the Supermarket. The shopping list is below - it is the big shop, so it might take some time. Then you need to walk the dogs. I know how much you want to spend some time as Lisa, so that's fine, but on my terms.
You will then put on your pretty pink satin dress that I chose for you and get fully made up as Lisa. You will lock the dress zip with the padlock that I have left out for you. Don't close the padlock until you are sure that you have done everything right - you don't have the key and if you mess any of this up or disobey me, then the penalties are harsh. I will be checking.
Once you have done this, and look perfect, then you need to put on your ballet boots. You might want to do this downstairs so that you don't have to negotiate the stairs in them! There are also 2 smaller padlocks for the ballet boots.
Once you have complied with this note, text me pictures of the back of the dress showing the padlock and the ballet boots, showing the padlocks in place.
That's it for now, I'll be in touch.
I could not believe it. She had never done anything like this before. Immediately I was so excited and instinctively went to play with myself - smooth metal. I could feel 'it' straining under the metal, but there was no escape. With the CB3000, at least I can play with myself - it's really only self-restraint that stops me from being able to come, but now - I couldn't even touch it!
I read the note again - twice. If I complied with this I would be locked into a pink sissy dress, wearing ballet boots. I had only ever tried the boots on for an hour or so, and could barely stand in them, let alone walk. And where were the keys? I couldn't go through with this. Kate couldn't make me do this surely? But deep down, I knew that there was no escape. This is what I'd begged her for - I longed to be under her control. I craved sex with her, but she kept me locked up, knowing that made me more and more under her spell. She knew that I couldn't resist. I knew it too.
Within the hour I was walking around the supermarket, trying to walk as normally as possible with a corset laced up tightly. I had put on Lisa's best underwear as instructed. The shopping list was huge and the trolley was getting higher and higher. It must have been just a coincidence that there were so many items on the list on the bottom shelves. I could not bend, so had to kneel down on all fours to get to the bottom shelf. I was feeling more than a little self- conscious!
I'm sure that the checkout assistant could tell that something was not right. I had got so hot in the shop that I had to take my coat off - she was looking at my top. Were the bumps where the bra cups were too obvious? I blushed deeply. I felt like I was burning up. She smiled at me, a sort of knowing smile...
At last I made it home. I unpacked all of the shopping and then took the dogs out walking. I looked at the time - it was nearly 11. I was rushing as much as I could - I was so excited. I was like a moth flying at full tilt towards the flame.
When I got back, I immediately rushed upstairs to start becoming Lisa. I washed and applied some scented body lotion. I started to relax. I took a while applying my make-up as best I could, I had done it a fair few times before. I applied bright pink plumping lipstick with a clear lip-gloss and painted my nails my favourite pink. That will match my dress, I thought. Once I had completed my make-up I put on my favourite mousey-blonde bob wig.
When I was happy with the result (I am very lucky - Lisa does actually look convincing), I sprayed on a little perfume. I sighed a contented sigh. I thought of ‘madam’ (as I now thought of her) and how much I adored her. I would do anything that she asked - in fact I was so grateful to her, she was making all of my fantasies come true. It did seem a little strange though. It was so out of character that she would encourage me to become Lisa. I knew that I pestered her too much – especially when I’d been kept chaste for several weeks on end, but she had always just ignored my odd requests and had certainly never really acknowledged Lisa.
I picked up the pink satin dress. I had gone on and on about buying a dress one night when I’d probably had a little too much to drink. I had shown Madam a web site full of ‘sissy’ dresses and although she didn’t understand why I wanted one, she had agreed as long as I made sacrifices so that I could pay for it. It wasn't cheap but that made it more special – it also had a locking zip up the back of the dress. Of course once it was locked on I could cut it off, but I never would.
The dress was all satin and lace. Completely over-the-top, with puff sleeves and a ruffled frilly petticoat. It just about covered my stocking tops - until I bent down. If I was seen out in this - well, that just couldn’t happen – I would never live it down.
I stopped thinking and stepped into the dress, pulling it up over my corseted body. It was a perfect fit as long as the corset was tight. I had a little ribbon tied to the zip up the back so that I could close the zip. As I pulled the zip up I could feel the strong lined dress gripping my body tighter - it was like madam taking over my body - controlling my every sense. I was in heaven. When the zip was fully in place, I checked the mirror. I straightened my stockings, and adjusted everything. Perfect. I picked up the first padlock, trembling slightly.
Without any more hesitation I reached behind me and threaded the padlock through the rings at the top of the dress. I pushed the hasp down 'click'. I was locked. There was no escape. My heart was pounding as I stared at the pretty little girl in front of me. I was Lisa - totally at madam's mercy now. Lisa was so happy to be alive again at last.
I picked up the white ballet boots and took them downstairs -walking instinctively in a ladylike way, I was Lisa now - my whole persona had changed. I took my phone off the window-ledge as I passed it and took that downstairs with me.
When I reached the bottom stair I sat down, tucking my skirt behind my legs and sat with my legs together, shoulders back and head straight. Without delay and as if in a trance I put on my 7" heeled ballet boots and laced them tightly. I knew that unless they were tight, I would have no chance of walking in them. When I had finished I was going to try to stand, but fearing that I might then be afraid to lock them and therefore disobey madam, I quickly applied the padlocks around the ankle cuffs. These now would stop any attempt to untie or removed the boots.
I sat on the step looking at what I'd done. I then had that horrible feeling of realisation.....
The overwhelming desperation to please madam stopped. I wasn’t Lisa anymore. I couldn't touch myself to raise my sexual desires and my feet actually started to hurt already. The corset was tight and my breathing was shallow because of this - any sort of exercise would have me out of breath - even walking. I didn't even know if I could walk for that matter. I suddenly felt really stupid. Why the hell did I get so carried away?
Oh god - what excuse would I come up with for not going to the out with the lads - they would be coming over soon! I looked at the clock - it was nearly 2:30. Maybe I could find the keys? Maybe I'd have others that would fit?
Just then my phone vibrated. It was a text. It was from madam:
waiting for the pics.
That was all it said. Then there was another.
if no pic in 10 mins, phone going off. not talking anymore.
Sh*t! I would not know where the keys were. If only I hadn't locked the padlocks! I was so stupid!
I had no choice, I quickly took the photos that she required and sent them. A minute or two later there was another text.
Good girl. phone going off anyway. might call later. be good. x
That was it? I sent a pleading message asking where the keys were - but there was no reply. I sat on the step for about 15 minutes just looking at the phone. All the time, my heart was beating so fast - I was so excited, but so scared. What had she got in mind? I know that she didn't like me being Lisa, but what would she do?
* * *
I sat on the step for some time. There I was in a pink satin dress, adorned with lace. I had white patent ballet boots locked onto my feet, baby pink stockings and had made myself up to look as pretty as I could. Oh yes, and of course the dress was locked on too. I had done all of this myself too. I felt ridiculous. Underneath my corset was so tight that any sort of exercise would leave me breathless and there was a very good possibility that I couldn't walk in these boots anyway - they already hurt. Now I knew why my wife hated it that I always insisted that she wear the highest heels possible - just to please me.
As if all this wasn't bad enough, I was locked in chastity, I didn't have any of the keys and I was supposed to be going drinking with the guys in a couple of hour’s time.
I couldn’t quite believe I was doing this. There I was sitting outside the house, dressed as some sissy tart. I should be getting ready to go to the pub to talk about the barmaids, cars, how wives never wanted sex and other ‘lads stuff’. Lisa was in control though and she had no shame. I should have been petrified about being caught, but strangely I didn’t mind.
OK, it was dark, but although set back a little, I was only a few feet from a public road. Although unlikely, if anyone came walking along, there would be no escape for me. Still, I was just hoping madam wouldn’t be late. I looked down at my skirt and pulled it down a little. When I sat, it came perilously close to showing my stocking tops.
What am I doing? Madam can’t see me like this. I suddenly started panicking. I tried to get up to go back inside, but at that very moment a car was coming along the road. I sat back down again, trying to hide behind a very bare rose bush.
I nodded again. I just wished that she would turn out the light in the car – what if the neighbours were looking out?
“I also explained that you were caught between your strong desire to do this and your loyalty to your wife – realising that she would be very unhappy if you allowed your desires to take over. I pointed out that actually, I provide a service – I allow people like you to satisfy their needs without having to develop a relationship or having any emotional ties. I do not develop any emotional ties to my clients, they are just that - clients. I will also never have any physical contact with you, I am not a prostitute. Anyway, I explained this to your wife and that was that”
I remembered only too well. I had once contacted a professional mistress just out of curiosity really – this was her. I would never have gone through with a meeting.
She then continued….. “Until last week, when I heard from her again. She said that you wouldn’t stop going on about going out as Lisa. She thought that perhaps you should be allowed to - on her terms. Clearly she doesn’t want to go out with Lisa or even see her, so she thought that I could help. This will be a one-off. She wants me to take you out and get some humiliating pictures that you would never want anyone to see. I will then keep them, on the understanding that if you ever do anything that upsets her – including going on about going out as Lisa, then she will tell me to post them on the internet. Believe me, I know exactly how to get maximum coverage – you’ll be very famous”
* * *
My eyes were fixed on Mistress T as she walked over to the shop to pay. A man held the door for her and just stared as she walked past. In fact everyone just seemed transfixed by her. At least that stopped them noticing me. A couple of minutes later she re-appeared from the shop and strode over towards the car. She was so elegant, so beautiful, but terrifying. I was overwhelmed. What was I doing here? I had no control – there was nothing I could do. With one smooth movement she got back into the car, the smell of her perfume wafting over me again. I looked at her and she smiled. “Right, let’s get you home shall we?”. I nodded.
I opened the glove-box. I took out the mask – it was like the sort that you get on long-haul flights, but made of pink satin. It also had two big blue almost cartoon like ‘eyes’ sewn onto the front. They had light blue eye shadow surrounds and big false eye-lashes. They looked totally over the top. I could only imagine how stupid I would look wearing this……
“Look at me” commanded Mistress T.
I hesitantly turned around to face her. I could see absolutely nothing. She laughed - almost uncontrollable laughter.
”You look so sweet, my little sissy – with those beautiful big eyes at least you’ll be able to see in the dark!”
I wasn’t laughing. How could I have let this happen?
I opened my mouth. I knew what was coming. The ball-gag felt huge. It was pushed into my mouth and the strap fastened behind my head.
“There, that should stop you from getting yourself into any more trouble. In case you are actually as stupid as you look, don’t ever disobey me again.”
I shook my head very meekly.
She supported me as I made the few steps across the gravel to what I guessed was the front door. I was desperately fighting for breath through my nose and gag. I could feel dribble trickling down my chin. Yuk. I hated looking anything but perfect when dressed - and as stupid as it sounds I was worried about my make-up! I so wanted to check my make-up and apply some more perfume. How could I even think such things? Mistress T opened the door and guided me inside. I was really struggling to stand up, so was very relieved when Mistress T sat me down on a chair.
I then teetered to the door, my feet were in agony. I almost forgot – the blindfold. I made sure that the ‘eyes’ were on the outside and secured it over my eyes. I was once again plunged into darkness. I opened the door and stood in the open doorway hoping for Mistress T to guide me out.
I stood for a few seconds. There was nobody there.
I could stand no longer – my legs were shaking so much. I knelt down on all fours. The relief to get off of those ballet boots was immense. I then heard a couple of steps coming toward me – high heels. “Don’t make any noise” was whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel her breath on my face. Shivers went down my spine.
I tried to move my lips further around the gag, pressing our lips together. She did the same! We were desperately trying to force our lips tighter and tighter together, the gag disappearing further and further into our mouths. We were both hungrily trying to kiss, my feelings of guilt and unfaithfulness overcome by desperate lust. If only this ball gag wasn’t in the way! Our tongues were desperately trying to reach past it, our lips pressing harder and harder together. I was shaking almost uncontrollably, her perfume, her lips, the whole situation was just indescribable. She was tightening the straps on the ball-gag too, forcing the ball-gag deeper and deeper – pressing our lips tighter and tighter together. It was becoming impossible to breathe around the gag as we became locked together in our passionate embrace... I was dizzy, my head was spinning and I desperately wriggled my head trying to force us closer and closer. If only I could just get around this ball-gag….
Very slowly and awkwardly, we did as we were commanded. We had clearly both worked out that our wrists were handcuffed together, so any big movement would pull the other persons wrist away. Once we were back on all fours and a little calmer, although still breathing deeply, my blindfold was removed. I was staring straight into big blue cartoon eyes, with big false eyelashes. A matching set to the ones that I had been wearing. They were so close that I couldn’t actually focus on them. I could see that I was locked into a passionate kiss with whoever she was – our lips around a big ball-gag that we had both willingly forced further and further into our mouths only moments earlier, thinking that we kissing Mistress T. How could I have allowed myself to be unfaithful? To even consider kissing someone other than my wife? I felt so suddenly ashamed.
That’s why there were two straps on the ball-gag, I suddenly realised. The straps were also 90 degrees apart on the ball so that our heads were both locked almost perpendicular to each other – the perfect deep kiss.
I went mad. I desperately yanked my hand up to grab at this bloody gag – there was no way that I was going to be locked into an embrace with a bloke!
‘She’ went mad too and once more we set off thrashing around on the floor.
By the time we had calmed down, Mistress T was seated, clearly unable to stand due to her hysterical laughter. We lay panting and grunting, but still passionately ‘kissing’ and desperately fighting for breath around the gag.
How I would have loved my wife to act like this, a desperate sex-craved tart. I’m sure that every man would. But now, as a reward for my selfish desires I was being taught a lesson. If I hadn’t constantly pestered my wife about what I wanted, rather than just pleasing her and taking things at her pace, I would not be here now. I was being taught a lesson - a lesson that I would never be allowed to forget. Mistress T stood up and slowly walked around us. She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. She looked down at us and shook her head. “I really don’t like little sluts that are just desperate for sex – it just makes women look cheap”
“You know how your ex-husband always wanted you to have more sex and expected you to dress as a tart? …I know, I know…….. he’s a pig and you don’t want to talk about it, but I just thought that I’d let you know that I’ve met a couple of similar ones. It’s just these two haven’t run off with a bimbo yet”
There was a long pause while the other lady was speaking, Mistress T occasionally nodded, but just listened to her talk. We both just looked at her, occasionally looking at each other, barely daring to move.
“Well, these two were both going to the pub with their mates to stare at the barmaids whilst their wives were away, just like your husband used to do. I know that both of them get annoyed that their wives are not desperate sex-craved bimbos. I thought that you might like to meet them to tell them how wrong this is…… I know that you want to kill all men like that, but I think that they’ll listen to you, they might even appreciate your advice. Well if she’s there, why don’t you bring her too, the more the merrier. We can all have a good chat over a glass of wine and you can tell these two where they are going wrong………&. OK, see you in 5”
“There we go, you both look beautiful for our visitors. I know that are both very horny, but please don’t embarrass me in front of guests, just kneel there quietly. I’ll be back in a while, don’t go anywhere will you? ”
With that she walked confidently out of the room, her high heels clacking on the wooden floor. The room fell silent apart from our heavy breathing. Our eyes darted around, unable to escape the images on the mirrors and the screens strategically placed around the room…..
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