Trevor shifted in his seat impatiently. For the tenth time in the last few minutes, he checked his watch. Three minutes to seven, she said she’d be here at seven, maybe she’d changed her mind. As he walked over to the mirror to check his appearance yet again, he found himself half-hoping she wouldn’t show. After all, what exactly did he know about Angela Harris? He’d been talking to her – well typing to her actually – on the internet for the past four weeks, and in that time he’d learned almost nothing about her.
She, on the other hand, knew everything about Trevor, even down to his shoe size. She knew about the software business he’d recently sold, she knew he was single and had only ever been out with two girls. He’d told her the reason was that he didn’t feel confident around women, but the truth was far more serious than that. When he was 12, his family had held a party. Trevor was very interested in his cousin Jean. She was a year older than he was, and already developing a reasonable bust, which Trevor couldn’t keep his eyes off. Anyway, while he was trying, in his own fumbling way, to chat Jean up, one of his aunts walked by. She nodded to Jean, then looked carefully at Trevor. "And who’s this pretty young lady?" She asked Jean. Unfortunately for Trevor, the aunt was deaf and shouted, so everyone in the room heard her.
Jean laughed and said, "She is pretty isn’t she?" That brought wolf whistles and all manner of remarks from the rest of the people in the room. Trevor ran out, and from then on, he was never able to speak to girls without stuttering and blushing wildly.
He hadn’t told Angela about this episode because he was sure she’d laugh at him like the others had. But he had told her almost everything else. She knew he lived alone and even where he lived. And worst of all, he’d mentioned that he once had a fantasy about being tied up. It was nothing too serious, only light bondage, but she seemed very interested in this, and went on to tell him she’d had several failed attempts at bondage with her ex husband. That was about the only thing she’d told him about herself. He checked his watch again; it was one minute past seven. Mixed feelings of relief and disappointment came into his mind as he decided Angela had changed her mind about coming.
Then the doorbell rang, and his feelings changed to ones of excitement and trepidation. What if she didn’t like him, no, she’d seen a photograph of him so she knew what to expect. Even in that Trevor was at a disadvantage, he’s sent full-length images of himself to her. She, on the other hand, had sent him a small head and shoulders shot, which he suspected she’d scanned from her passport. As he walked down the hall, he considered pretending not to be home, but he quickly rejected the idea as he turned the handle and opened the front door. Gasping in disbelief, he stared at the person who faced him across the threshold. This was no plain woman with mousy blonde hair. Nor was she overweight, as he’d suspected she might be. She was, what the fashion magazines called, full bodied which to Trevor’s eyes meant she filled every last scrap of the low cut black dress she wore. Her hair was no longer blonde, it was a deep rich auburn, leaving Trevor to wonder if he’d ever mentioned to her that auburn was his favourite colour. But no, why would a woman like this change her hair colour just for him?
She smiled at him and asked, "Well, aren’t you going to ask me in?’ Before he could reply she was kissing him on the cheek and gently pushing past him. Trevor was surprised at how tall she was. Even without the four inch heels she was wearing, she was probably a couple of inches taller than his five six. Closing the door, he followed her into the lounge room. He still hadn’t spoken to her and was about to ask her if he could get her a drink, when she turned to face him. Once more Trevor was speechless, instead of the plain face he’d seen on the photo the one that looked up at him was beautiful. From her thick dark lashes, to her green tinted eyelids, and on down to her luscious deep red lips. This was the face of an angel, her make up was very thick, but in Trevor’s eyes, that was a plus. Once again, he wondered if he’d ever mentioned to her that he thought heavy make up was sexy.
"Can I get you a glass of wine?" He managed to croak.
"Yes please, red if you have it." Even her voice was sexy and the fact that she was a few years older than his thirty-two years old made absolutely no difference to Trevor. She was still one of the most stunning women he’d ever met. He returned from the kitchen with the drink and handed it to her. His hand trembled as he noticed the long nails on her perfectly manicured fingers were coloured the same as her lips. That was three of his four favourite things, all that was left were stockings, and he doubted he’d ever know if she were wearing those.
He sat down in the chair opposite her and quickly placed his glass on the coffee table before his trembling hand caused him to spill the wine. They chatted for a while as they sipped their wines. Though Angela did almost all the talking, Trevor was content simply to nod and listen to that lovely voice. Reaching over, she placed her glass on the table and at that moment she moved her position slightly and Trevor was positive he caught a glimpse of stocking top. From then on, he found it impossible to take his eyes off her very shapely, long legs. He had to know if she was wearing stockings or not.
A few moments later he heard, "Trevor, Trevor can you hear me?"
"Huh, sorry, yes of course I can."
She laughed delightfully, "My face is up here Trevor."
He quickly snapped his eyes away from her legs. "I’m sorry," He began.
Angela silenced him as she interrupted with, "No need, it’s quite a compliment to have a good looking young man stare at my legs. It’s the stockings isn’t it?" So saying, she crossed her legs and raised her skirt to expose black stocking top and about an inch of bare thigh.
Trevor could only stare, his mouth open and a low moaning coming from his throat. "My ex husband always preferred me in stockings. As a matter of fact, he bought this suspender belt for me." She plucked at one of the straps to draw his attention to it. Not that there was any need she already had his full undivided attention. She laughed, "Did I tell you about my failed efforts to tie him up?" Trevor swallowed hard and nodded. "Well that was the first time I wore this suspender. He stripped his clothes off and I sat there in my underwear, watching him. Then he handed me some rope and put his hands behind his back for me to tie. The idea being, I was to order him to kneel at my feet and, well I won’t bore you with the details," ‘Oh God, bore me please!’ Trevor thought, but said nothing as she continued.
"I did my best, but, as he leaned over to kiss my foot, the rope fell off. Jim, that’s my husband, was furious; he grabbed his clothes, pulled them on quickly and stormed out of the house. We tried twice more but unfortunately, each time the results were the same. Any way, to cut a long story short, I found out that, when he was storming out of my home, it was to go to another woman. The irony is, I’d been practicing my knots, and I’m fairly sure I could have tied him up without him escaping next time." Angela reached down absently and began sliding her hands up her legs to tighten the stockings. She knew very well that she was tightening Trevor’s throat at the same time. He couldn’t believe that anyone, tied or not, could walk away from those wonderful legs. And if he could speak, he’d tell her so. Angela continued, "I was so proud of myself as well, maybe I could get him back for one night, you know, just to show him what he’s missing. Either that, or find a man to tie up, and let him tell Jim what he missed. "
She laughed, "Any volunteers?" Trevor wanted to shout ‘YES ME, PLEASE TAKE ME.’ But nothing would come out. Angela looked up, from her legs, "It’s all right, I was only joking, you don’t have to look so worried."
Trevor found his voice in a rush and blurted, "I’m not worried, I’d be delighted to have you tie me up." That wasn’t what he meant to say at all, and he blushed violently. "I’m sorry, I, that is,"
"Stop apologising Trevor, I think you’re very sweet but I’m sure you don’t mean it, anyway, I haven’t brought any rope." Without a word, Trevor left the room, returning almost immediately with his dressing gown cord. He’d cut the ends off making it made a perfect soft rope. With a curious half smile, Angela accepted the offered rope. "Are you sure about this Trevor?" She asked.
"Absolutely." He responded eagerly.
"Okay, ermm, well I suppose you’d better take your shirt off."
Trevor stripped to the waist immediately, before Angela had a chance to change her mind. "Turn around." She took his wrists behind his back and wound the rope around them, then slipped it between his wrists to form rope handcuffs. Pulling the rope tight and knotting it, she said, "There." Trevor tested the bonds, not only had Angela been very quick, but she’d been very efficient as well. No matter what he did, he knew there would be no escape from this rope until Angela released him. He turned round to face her and she smiled at the expression on his face. "I told you I’d been practicing. Now, let’s get the rest of those clothes off."
Moments later, a stunned Trevor stood in the middle of his lounge room, naked, with his hands tied securely behind his back. He began to wonder if he’d made a mistake, but one look at Angela told him that, no matter what was in store for him, it would be worth it as long as it was with her. As she walked round him examining her prisoner, she noticed, well she could hardly miss it, his rampant cock. With snake like speed she slapped it hard on one side, then the other. "You will never allow that to be hard again without my permission, understood." It was all he could do to stop himself from screaming in shock and pain, but controlling himself, he nodded as his manhood shrunk.
Angela moved close to Trevor. She slid her hands up his chest until she gripped his nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. As she rolled his nipples between her fingers, she moved closer and kissed him gently on the lips. Then, without warning, she squeezed both nipples and dug her thumbnails into them. Trevor yelped involuntarily. "Do you know why I did that?" Angela breathed. Trevor shook his head no. "Because I can." She replied, then repeated the dose. "Does your helplessness make you nervous?" "A little." He replied honestly.
Without any warning, Angela slapped him hard across the face causing him to gasp in shock. "Do you know why I did that?"
"Because you can?" He offered.
She slapped him equally hard with the other hand. "Because you didn’t address me correctly, from now on you’ll call me Mistress, or Mistress Angela got that?"
"Yes Mistress." Trevor replied hastily before she decided to slap him again. Things were moving astoundingly quickly and he wasn’t sure he liked the way they were going, but one look at Angela made it all worthwhile.
"Good," Angela replied. She moved over to the bag she’d brought in with her, reached in and produced a digital camera. Focusing on Trevor, she told him to turn side on so she could get a shot of the rope, taking the photo she said "Now, show me where you keep your computer. I want to download something I think may interest you." Trevor led her through to his computer, then stood back as she logged onto the web. "This is a very impressive system Trevor, I’m going to enjoy using this." Trevor wasn’t sure whether she meant now, or in the future, and he decided to wait and see, rather than annoy her with questions.
"Here we go." She exclaimed in triumph. A picture began to appear on the screen, It was of a man on a bed, his limbs bound to the four corners. He was facing the camera and had a ball gag in his mouth. "I’m afraid I misled you slightly Trevor. I did actually get to use my newly acquired knowledge of knots as you can see by this photograph of my ex husband Jim. Angela scrolled down the screen. The next shot had her standing beside him and she appeared to be beating him with something. "I’m quite proud of my ingenuity here, I’d been out shopping for all sorts of things, some of which you’ll see in the next few shots. But I clean forgot to buy a whip or riding crop. Anyway, I went out into the garden to see if I could find a cane to use. Then it struck me; the garden hose would be a cross between a whip and a cane. I cut a length off and tried it on my hand, believe me it worked, as you can see in this next photo.
As it appeared, Trevor stared in horror. The man’s back was covered from neck to knees with scores of painful looking, red welts. Angela looked over her shoulder at Trevor. "I see you like my handiwork, just bear this photo in mind before you think of crossing me."
She returned her attention to the screen and began scrolling down again. "Now this I’m particularly proud of." The man was now standing and a vicious looking black leather corset was squeezing his body in. Trevor stared in disbelief at the size of his waist. "I see you’ve noticed my clever design feature. Would you believe, I designed this corset, how I get the waist so slim is, I pull it in as tight as I can with the laces at the front. Then I hook up some ingenious catches at the back.
I got the idea from Jim’s toolbox; you know the sort of thing? You flip a hook over a catch, and when you pull it over it pulls the lid down. Well, after chatting with the guy who makes these wonderful corsets, he agreed that it could be done, provided I had Jim’s measurements, which of course, I did. Anyway, the catches at his chest and hips pull in half an inch, and this increases gradually toward his waist where it pulls him in a full two inches. Don't you think that’s clever?" Grudgingly Trevor had to agree it was.
"You haven’t heard the best bit yet. There’s a flap at the back, which covers the catches; it zips closed from top to bottom. I had the maker fit a loop on the zipper and another at the bottom of the corset. I zipped it down then locked a padlock onto it." She scrolled on, In this shot, Jim was wearing the tight corset, a pair of black stockings, high heeled shoes, about four inches Trevor guessed, a ball gag, a leather collar with a thick chain attached, and his hands were handcuffed behind him. Angela supplied this last piece of information, since the cuffs couldn’t be seen from the front on shot. Just to complete his humiliation, Angela had applied thick makeup to his face and pulled a blonde wig onto his head. "Don’t you think he looks good? Mind you he should, the corset cost an absolute fortune not to mention all the other things I bought. Jim’s in for quite a shock when he gets his credit card bill." She laughed as she scrolled the next photograph down. It was a shot of the front of a house; Jim was kneeling on the step with his back to the camera. A pleasant looking blonde stood over him staring, her mouth open as if she was speaking.
"This was taken outside his girlfriends place, and how’s this for nasty," Angela grinned, "I locked the chain to the letterbox with only a little bit of play. It was hilarious watching her trying to pull the chain off, and then she tried dragging him inside before the neighbours saw anything. Eventually she used a crowbar to lever the letterbox off the door. Well, she deserved a little bit of humiliation after what I went through. I mean, I don’t blame her for what happened with Jim, he can be very charming indeed when he tries. As a matter of fact she rang me the other day. She apologised for what had happened and asked if we could have lunch, which we did."
"Anyway, it seems she had no tools to release Jim until she went to the hardware store next day. But she was able to take off the gag. Sadly for Jim, he was never able to control his temper and he started abusing her for not doing something, so she did, she put the gag back and beat his arse with a hairbrush for abusing her. Now here’s the funny part, it seems she enjoyed beating him so much she decided to keep him prisoner for a few more days before freeing him. By the time she released him, he was completely docile and she tells me she actually rents him out to her friends now. It seems some of them haven’t yet learned to control their husbands so they take out their frustrations on Jim. Poor dear." She added, then burst out laughing. "She even offered to lend him to me, free of charge of course, but I declined, after all, I’ve got you now haven’t I Trevor?" She patted his behind and smiled. Then, without changing her expression, she gave his erect penis two hard slaps and nodded with satisfaction as it shrunk away. As though nothing unusual had happened. She continued to speak in a conversational tone. "Anyway, that’s enough of the family snaps, it’s time to give you a new image."
Although his mind was mostly focused on the pain coming from his crotch, Trevor was still aware enough to be understandably nervous about the ‘new image’ remark. If Angela noticed the expression on his face, she showed no outward sign as she led the way up the stairs where, she assumed correctly, the bathroom would be. "I take it you had a shower before you dressed for me?" Trevor nodded. "Good, then this won’t take too long. She turned on the taps and tested the water, satisfied with the temperature she ordered Trevor under the shower. Once he was wet all over, she turned off the taps and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Trevor had read enough pornography on the net to have a reasonable idea what was coming next. Sure enough, Angela took out a tube and squeezed a good amount of cream onto her hand; she spread it over his chest, and then added more covering his body from neck to feet. Pulling off the gloves, she took another photo then said, "I have to get a few things from the car, wait here like a good boy and I’ll be back soon."
After she left, Trevor felt the telltale tingling he’d read about, if he’d had any doubts they were now gone, he was sure the cream was a depilatory cream. He considered his options as he stood there. He could try to get a razor blade from the cabinet and cut the rope. But then, suppose he succeeded, by then Angela would probably be back and he was certain she was capable of overpowering him and the last thing he wanted was to annoy her, he’d seen what she did to the last man that made her angry. Apart from which, deep down Trevor had to admit, he was really enjoying himself, and he’d never had this much attention from anyone, particularly someone as beautiful as Angela. Anyway, the decision was soon taken away from him as he heard Angela’s footsteps coming up the stairs. "Did you miss me sweetie?" She walked straight across to the shower and turned on the tap then directed Trevor under the water. She soon had all the cream, along with what little bit of bodily hair Trevor had, washed off. Then, without warning she turned off the hot water.
Trevor yelped in shock and tried to get away from the cold water, but Angela stopped him from leaving instructing him to turn around and let the water wash over him. "It will help close your pores." She smiled, "And anyway I’m enjoying watching you wriggle around." Eventually she let him out of the shower and towelled him dry. After dusting him with talcum powder she led him back to the lounge room. Trevor looked across at the suitcase lying open on the sofa; it was filled with female clothing. Angela retrieved a corset from inside and turned to Trevor holding it up for him to see. He had to admit it was a very attractive garment, mostly it was made up of crimson satin and the edges were finished with black lace. He knew she intended to dress him in it and decided if he must wear female clothing, it might as well be something as good as this. Angela passed the corset round his body and joined the hooks at the back. Before moving around to the front and tying the laces.
"Please Mistress, not so tight." Trevor begged as she pulled him in.
"I don’t recall asking for your opinion, but if you think I’m doing something wrong, just say so. We can always go out into the street and ask the first passer by whether they agree with you. Well, what do you think?"
"It’s perfect Mistress Angela." He lied.
"I thought you might say that, but be sure to speak up if there’s a problem in future."
They both knew that would be the last complaint Trevor would have regarding his clothing. Mainly because she knew and he strongly suspected, that she wasn’t bluffing and would indeed have taken him out into the street. Trevor wasn’t particularly big to start with, in fact he was quite slim, about 28" around the waist, but when Angela had finished, he was nearer 23" and was having a good deal of trouble breathing. "Now Trevor, I need to untie your hands, at least for a while. The thing is, you may have decided to attempt some sort of escape. I must strongly advise against any efforts on your part, firstly because, as I think you know, I’m stronger than you and can easily overpower you, particularly when you’re wearing that. If you are foolish enough to try anything, I promise you the pictures you saw of Jim’s back earlier, will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to yours. Do I make myself clear?" Trevor nodded, despite the fact he had no intention of trying to escape, her threats still made him nervous.
Good," She said as she untied his hands. "Now, I want you to sit down over there and put this on your toe nails." She handed him a bottle of bright red nail polish. Trevor accepted the bottle and sat where she directed him. He knew very well it would be a complete waste of time arguing and, while he knew exactly where this was all heading and didn’t like it one bit, it was oddly exciting. For now he was actually enjoying not having, in fact not being allowed, to make any decisions for himself.
Although it was a struggle to bend far enough, eventually he succeeded in painting his toes with two coats of varnish as instructed. His embarrassment was increased when Angela took a photograph of him as he concentrated on his task, but he soon had them finished to her satisfaction. He then gave his fingernails three coats. He had to remove some a couple of times, but in general he managed quite well and soon had both hands finished. Angela inspected his work and nodded her approval.
As she moved away, she once again slapped his erection down. ‘Excellent’ she thought, ‘Things are going perfectly’. "Come over here Trevor." She didn’t need to turn around to know he’d complied. Turning to face him, she said, "If you give me your word that you won’t do anything tiresome, like trying to escape, I won’t tie your hands again." She smiled at the brief look of disappointment on his face and stroked his cheek, "Don’t worry, you’ll be spending a great deal of time tied up from now on, just not for a while tonight. Well, do I have your word?"
Trevor nodded, "Yes Mistress, you have my word."
"Good, let’s get on then shall we?"
Angela slid a pair of nylon stockings up his legs and attached them to the corset. As she expected, the feeling caused Trevor’s cock to leap to attention, this time however, she only needed to raise her hand in threat, and his erection began to subside. "I’m glad to see you learn quickly." She smiled. Black silk panties were next. This time there was only the slightest twitch in his cock but it remained flaccid. Taking his hand, she led Trevor over to the dressing table, where she spent quite some time styling his blonde hair. Because it was quite long, it wasn’t hard to give him a more feminine style, with the aid of hair rollers and setting lotion.
He watched silently in the mirror as she covered his head with the pink rollers. Then while they did their magic, she began on his makeup. Trevor stared in wonder as, with the aid of foundation, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick and lip-gloss. Not to mention several other things he didn’t know the name of, his face was transformed from an average looking man into, what he could only describe as, a stunning woman. When she brushed and teased his hair for him, he was left speechless as he gazed into the mirror only to have a beautiful women stare back at him.
When a short black dress and a pair of black patent shoes with three-inch heels were added, his transformation was complete. Angela had him walk; albeit shakily at first, up and down the room as she studied her creation. "I knew you’d look good, I could tell from your photograph, now, what are we going to call you? Any ideas?" Trevor shook his head. "How about Tina?" Angela suggested. Trevor didn’t respond he was once again standing in front of the mirror looking at himself. "Tina it is then." Angela smiled
Trevor, or rather Tina, didn’t notice Angela slipping out of the room; she was gone for several minutes before he noticed. When he did, he followed her down the stairs, assuming that was what he was expected to do. He finally found Angela in the study. "What are you doing Mistress?" He asked politely. He could see one of the photographs she’d taken of him on the computer screen.
"I’m just emailing these shots to my computer, I’m afraid you’re trapped now Tina my dear."
Tina felt a moment of panic as he realised he was at Angela’s mercy. But then it immediately struck him that he’d never felt anywhere near the emotions he was feeling, both for Angela and himself. If asked, he would have said he hated being dressed as he was, but the truth was, he was really enjoying it, and was looking forward to whatever Angela had in mind for him next.
As she finished the last download, Angela turned to face him. "Now Tina." She began, "I’d better tell you what I intend to do with you. As you’ve no doubt gathered, I’m going to move in here with you. The first thing that’s going to happen is, you are going to throw out all but, let’s say, two outfits of your male clothing. Unless you have to go somewhere that requires you to dress as a man, you will, from now on, dress only as a woman. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping and buy you some new outfits, plus of course, a couple of maids uniforms." She smiled at the slight look of surprise on his face and continued. "Oh yes, didn’t I mention it? You’re going to be the maid from now on."
"Over the next few weeks you’ll learn to cook and sew, I assume you can’t do either at present?" She looked at him questioningly and he shook his head no. "I thought not. Naturally you’ll be doing all the cleaning, who does it at the moment?"
"Mistress, a cleaning lady comes in three times a week."
"Good, I hope you’ve been a good employer because, from now on she’ll be your boss. Her job will be to supervise your work, and she’ll be permitted to punish you in any way she deems necessary, so, as I said, I hope you’ve been a good employer.
Tina stood quietly as he considered this latest information. He hoped Angela hadn’t misunderstood him when he’d said he had a cleaning lady. Actually Jane was about his age and quite attractive, he was aware that for some time she’d been dressing, well inappropriately, for the work she did. Short skirts and tight sweaters were the norm, he knew she had her sights set on him, but so far he’d managed to avoid her advances. He had no idea how she’d take this latest turn of events but he doubted it would be pleasant for him.
"Do you hear me?" Angela demanded.
"Sorry mistress…"
"I said first thing Monday morning, we’ll go to the bank and you can authorise my signature to operate your account. Don’t worry, I have no intention of stealing all your money, I just don’t want you running away, so we’ll make sure all the accounts require both our signatures to be accessed. Now about sleeping arrangements, obviously I’ll be using the main bedroom. You can choose whichever room you like from the others. On occasion, you will be required to service me, but apart from that, you’ll sleep in your own room. Any questions?" Tina was still trying to absorb this latest bombshell about servicing Angela, so he stood silently with his mouth open as she stood up and walked by him into the lounge room. He wasn’t sure what the future would bring, but he was certain it wouldn’t be boring.
THE END.
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