I Screwed Up                by: Kelly

 

When I was 17 I met and fell in love with a girl, then waited three years to get married to her. Not even married a year, I was seduced by a woman I met in a bar, and let my common sense drift out of the window. We had sex, which was great, but I contracted a disease, which I passed on to my wife. When she found out, she was very angry of course, yet she did nothing until six weeks had passed and we were both cured. From the minute she found out what I had done, we had not shared a bed. I stayed in the guest room while she stayed in our room. Two days after the doctor told us we were cured, I woke to find myself bound hand and foot, Sharon sitting in a chair at the foot of my bed.

"Since it is obvious that you cannot keep that thing under control, I have instituted some changes to make sure that you don’t bring home some other disease. Last night I gave you a sedative and took control of your life."

I watched as she got up and fastened a collar around my neck, then released me from my bindings. Right across from the bed was a mirror, and I saw what she had done to me. I had on a chastity belt! Shiny and smooth, there was no way I could even touch myself let alone do anything with a woman!

"Get this thing off of me, right now!" I shouted.

When she did not move, I made a move towards her, and was rewarded with a shock that sent me to my knees.

"That was just a warning dear. Any attempt to remove the collar will cause a very severe shock, which I do not recommend. Those workman that were here last week? They installed an electronic fence around the house. It’s exactly like the kind they use to keep dogs in check, only this one is tuned to your collar. If you go within three feet of the property line you’ll get a shock, and that means that you are mine."

"But my job! I have to get to work!"

"No, you’ll quit your job. What you make isn’t enough to worry about. Your new job will be much more interesting."

"What new job?"

"You get to be the housekeeper. As I will be working and you’ll be at home, I expect the house to be spotless at all times, the laundry done on regular intervals, my meals cooked and so on. You will become a housewife of sorts, except that you’ll never leave the house. I will do the shopping based on what I want cooked and what you tell me you need. I even have your uniform. It’s over there on the back of the door."

I looked and saw a dress, essentially black, but it had a sewn on white bib collar and apron that went all the way to the hem. I refused to wear it and took another shock to the neck. Sharon told me that she would help me get dressed for a few days, but after that she expected me to get ready by myself. As I watched she put panties and a bra, some breastforms, a full slip, some pantyhose, and finally, shoes on the bed. "Go take a shower, and shave as close as you can. I’ll be waiting." Her finger pointed at the bath while her finger rested on the button. I did as she told me. I had to go as soon as I stepped into the bath, but there was no way to aim, and I found myself sitting down, just like a woman does. I was relieved when I had no trouble expelling. When I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that she wore latex gloves as she handed me the panties, and I stepped into them even as she pointed at a small vanity that I had failed to see before. I did the work, but she told me what to do as I put on foundation and powder, then peach blusher and a pale red lipstick. She pulled my hair out and brushed it into what she called a pageboy and gave it a healthy shot of hairspray.

"Put the clothes on. While you do that, and this one time, I’ll make some coffee."

When I appeared in the kitchen I had on every item she had put on the bed. The shoes fit perfectly, and were not uncomfortable at all, as they had a low heel. Sharon examined me, finished zipping up the dress, and let me have some coffee while she told me once again what my duties would be. Her one and only concession was to say that she would get me a zipper pull that I could use until I learned how to zip up my dresses. Then she handed me a list of things she wanted done, and went to work. I sat there for a while, then examined the chastity belt she had placed on me. There was no way to get it off. For the moment, it was hopeless, and knowing that I didn’t have a lot of choice, I started in on her list. Dusting, laundry, dishes, and vacuuming. I was still in the laundry room folding clothes when she got home. I saw her use a white cloth to check my dusting.

That night I slept in a nightgown, free of the bindings, but the door to my room was locked. In the morning the alarm went off at four and the door popped open. I went to start the coffee, then changed into the same uniform I wore the day before. Sharon insisted that I always be dressed this way around her, and that her breakfast and dinner be ready. I was just putting the toast on her plate when she walked in. Once again she wore latex glove as she checked me to make sure that I had done everything she told me to do, including wear makeup. It wasn’t quite as good, but since I was not being let outside, it didn’t matter. She handed me a glass of orange juice, drank it, and watched as she ate. She told me the help does not eat with the masters of the house, and I could eat after she was gone for the day. As she walked out of the house she gave me a list of the days chores. Clean the kitchen, completely, and that included hand washing all of the dishes, wiping down the cupboards, and putting everything away. The stove, toaster, coffee pot and microwave were also to be cleaned. Once again, I did as she told me, unwilling to take another shock to the neck.

Day after day she would hand me a list, and I quickly realized that she had a schedule, and simply asked her to let me have the schedule. Maybe I could get things done in a more streamlined way, and surprisingly, she gave it to me. That day I changed all the sheets, scrubbed her bathroom until it was spotless, made dinner, and once again watched as she ate. After the dishes were done, she had me go to my room where I had to lay on the bed, on my back, and let her secure my hands and feet. Watching her, I saw those latex gloves again, then she flipped up my dress and released my manhood. I almost screamed in joy. Using a warm cloth, she cleaned me, much like a nurse would do, then reattached the chastity belt.

The days grew to be weeks, and we developed a somewhat reasonable relationship. I was still her housekeeper, and I still wore a uniform, I now had four of them, but she was less harsh or demanding. About this time I began to feel a tingling in my chest, but put it off as being unused to wearing a bra. I did not mention it to Sharon. A month later however, I had to say something. I now had breasts of my own! Not very big, maybe an A cup, but I had them, and I wanted her to know in case I needed medical attention. As soon as I told her, I was back in my room, naked except for the chastity belt, my hands well above my head, held in place by a short chain clipped to the handcuffs. She put on the latex gloves again, and began to massage my breasts, watching as my nipples began to stand out, like a small thumb. It was the same reaction I used to give her. I had not noticed it, but she did, and commented on the fact that I had almost no body hair any more!

"I’ll get you some bras that will fit better, and of course, you can quit using the breastforms now. At the rate you’re growing, you’ll be bigger than I am in no time!"

That statement did not make me happy, but there wasn’t one thing I could do about it. Then she removed the chastity belt. I heard her draw in her breath, but she didn’t tell me why. She replaced that chastity belt, commenting that I would need a smaller one. That didn’t sound good at all, but having boobs of my own wasn’t real high on my list either. It also bothered me that she always wore latex gloves if she touched me, and since it was just her and I, I had not felt the touch of another human being in almost three months now. She released me and told me to get dressed, then gave me the list for the next day.

I tried the collar once, I opened the front door and moved to step outside when the shock sent me to my knees, shaking with the spasms that went through me. I never tried it again, and went back to my enforced confinement. Sharon never once struck me, or even mistreated me, and other than the clothes and the collar, I was free to do as I wished, as long as my chores were done. Slowly, she had turned me into her housekeeper, complete with uniform, and after that shock, I never even bothered to complain. She told me what to do, and I did it. My hair was growing out faster now, and reached past my shoulders. While I wasn’t concerned about that, the fact that I was developing breasts became a major concern, and I checked them every day. Sharon had come home the next day with three new bras for me to wear, all in a size A, all underwire and uplifting, lace trimmed and lightly padded. When I put the first one on, it was clearly evident that I filled out the bra completely. She also had a different chastity belt for me, and once again I was strung up like a slab of meat as she removed the first one. Wearing the ubiquitous latex gloves, she used some lotion to try and milk me, but nothing happened. With a grin she attached the second, smaller chastity belt.

Within 45 days my breasts had swelled again, to a full B cup, and once again she removed the chastity belt. The one in her hand did not look like the others. A belt that went around my waist, then a single wide strap that went between my legs and up my backside, attaching to the belt in the back. There was one other addition. There was a small tube in the wide strap which she inserted into my manhood before she secured the whole thing around me. One look was all it took to see that I looked like a woman wearing a chastity belt, one that was complete with a small slit in the front so I could eliminate. My breasts stood out, perky and firm while my waist was now a trim 24 inches, and my hips had rounded out as had my upper thighs. I had a woman’s body! As soon as she was done, she put some clothes on the bed, and told me to get dressed.

For the first time, it was not a uniform. There was a skirt and blouse, slip and pantyhose plus a pair of white three inch heels. I pulled on a pair of panties, did my makeup, then dressed in the clothes she gave me. I found her in the familyroom.

"Oh, that looks so nice on you! You have really lovely legs, did you know that? Anyway, you have an appointment at the salon in an hour. Nails and hair, a little plucking to clean up your eyebrows, nothing serious. I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it."

Then she held up her little toy and pointed it at me. "I’m not going to have any trouble am I?"

I shook my head no. She no longer needed the shocker, and she knew it. I had realized that there was no way I could ever return to my manhood, especially now that I have this shape, and its all mine. With a nod of my head she opened the door, and for the first time in almost a year I stepped outside. Without any fanfare, we walked to the car, and she drove me to the salon, made sure I made the appointment, and the stylist was under way before she left. It took almost two hours. All of the women that worked on me wore latex gloves, which I just assumed they normally did. I had never been in a salon before. What did I know? My hair was dyed blond and set in a soft body perm, my eyebrows plucked into a somewhat higher arch, my upper lip was waxed, which hurt like the dickens, then my nails were done in acrylics and painted in a rich plum brown color. My makeup was done, and when I saw the completed me, I was not only shocked, I knew that my days as a male were over. I wanted to cry, but simply accepted the obvious.

When Sharon returned, she had several bags from different stores. The first thing she did was removed the collar and hand it to me, smiling the whole time. Without a word I followed her out of the salon and into a small restaurant.

"You no longer need the collar, not with the way you look now. I no longer have to worry about you bringing home some strange disease because you can’t perform as a man any more. You are welcome to remain as my housekeeper, which I would like, but I would require you to wear the uniforms. You would have regular hours, and be able to come and go as you wish. I’ll even see that you have a modest but complete wardrobe. Oh, and you’ll have to select a girls name."

Overwhelmed by what she had said, I could not speak. My confinement was over! Then I realized that I had no documents to support the way I looked, and barely adequate skills to work in an office even if I could get the documents! I had no choice but to accept her offer, and agreed to remain as her housekeeper, for one year. During that time she promised to get me all of the documents I would need, all legally, and I would be free to go. I told her to call me Catherine, with a "C". After that, Sharon began to date, not often, but once in a while, and she never brought them home. I began to do the grocery shopping, sitting outside when it was nice, and generally enjoyed the freedom I now had. My body kept changing, filling out in the breasts and hips while my skin got softer and smoother. About four months later Sharon brought home a simple black dress with a black garterbelt and black patent leather shoes, handed them to me, and told me that she had arranged a date for me!

I knew that I wasn’t Gay, yet that sounded ridiculous when I looked in the mirror.

"I’ll be up to see that you wear exactly the right thing, since I know that you’re inexperienced at this. Now take your clothes off and let me check you all over."

I let her string me up, watched as she pulled the gloves on again, then saw the new chastity belt. It looked just like the one I had on except this one was flesh colored. She slipped it on me, then let me loose and directed me in what to do, from makeup to hair. I wore the black satin panties with the garterbelt, hosiery, the new shoes, and the dress. No bra, corselet, or jewelry. Perfume and lipstick completed my getting ready.

"He is coming here tonight Cathy. I told him you would make dinner, but I did that already. All you have to do is be yourself, be pleasant, and who knows? Maybe you two will hit it off!"

Sharon left the house about ten minutes before my date arrived. Steve. That’s what she said his name was. The doorbell rang, and I opened it to see a man that almost filled the entire opening! He had a rugged yet pleasant face, and a wide smile as I let him in. he took my hand in his and I almost fainted. It was the very first human contact I had had in almost two years! Without a word he grabbed me and carried me to the center of the room before he put me down. His arms did not release however as he bent down an put his lips on mine. Swooning in delight I did not pull away, even as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I was lost on a sea of sensations that sent me to quivering, every nerve ending on edge. I heard rather than felt the zipper of my dress go down, then his hands as they pulled forward and slipped the dress from my shoulders. He let go and the dress fell to the floor and I stood there in my heels, garterbelt, panties and a smile on my face. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew what was going to happen, yet didn’t have the resolve to stop it. I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a mass of hair, thick like a jungle. I ran my fingers through it even as he slipped his shirt off.

My fingers found his belt, I unfastened it, unzipped his pants, and let them fall. Bending down on my knees to untie his shoes, I looked up and saw his manhood there, stiff and hard, pushing against his briefs. His shoes off, I slipped his pants off. I was torn between getting up and slipping his briefs down. My fingers found the waistband, yanked them down, and came face to face with his weapon. What I did next removed any doubt I ever had about my future. I opened my mouth and took him, let him set the tempo, and did my best to make him happy. It did not take long.

He spent the night, and I discovered other ways to make him happy. Every time his hands touched me he sent me into ecstasy, the lack of touch for so long had made me eager to feel another human. This one happened to be a man. Twice that night I found my shoulders on the bed, my face hugging the sheets as he took me, and surprisingly, I looked forward to it. My traveling from stupid male to eager female was complete. He left in the morning, leaving me still eager for more attention. Sharon showed up around noon, then told me to sit and watch a short video she had. Of course, it was me in action. When the video was over, she handed me the tape plus a new drivers license, credit cards in my new name, the keys to a car, and some divorce papers. I signed the papers, took the keys and documents, went to my room, packed my things, and without a look back, dragged it all down the stairs.

Sharon and I stared at each other, then, without a word I packed the car as she watched. As I sat in the car, she handed me a thick envelope.

"There is two grand in there plus keys to a new apartment. I also got you a job in an ad agency. You’ll find the paperwork in there as well." She gave me her softest look, then kissed me on the cheek. "Sorry honey, I was angry."

"I’m not sorry Sharon. Before you did this I was an asshole. Now I understand. Thanks." I drove away from the house, turning in the direction of my new apartment. I hope Steve knows how to find me.

 

 

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