The Thief                by: Anyport

 

I'm a thief, not one of those despicable animals who hold people up at gunpoint. I'm more of a currency dealer. I steal from the very wealthy homes, and they in turn steal from the insurance companies by lying about what was stolen. Then, since I use the money I make from the theft to support my family and pay my insurance premiums –well you can’t be too careful, there are some bad people around -, the money circulates. Actually, I’ve been unable to practice my profession for a while now, and I doubt I’ll be doing so in the immediate future.

You see it all started when I decided to rob a house in a very expensive part of town. I'd studied the place for a couple of weeks. 2 very striking ladies occupied it. Although I had only seen them from a distance, they looked like models.

I used a plan, which had worked brilliantly in the past. The subjects in question had a liking for the theatre, so one night, I stole their car - I know what you're thinking, a common car thief right, WRONG - I drove it around for a couple of hours, then, when I was sure they would have missed it, I returned it. I left a note apologising for any inconvenience I had caused them, and explaining that it was a dire emergency, and I hoped the 2 tickets - for a show that was booked out 12 months in advance - would compensate them in some way for their trouble. Smart eh, I now knew where they would be on the following Thursday night between 8.00pm and 11.00pm.

On the night in question, I hid around the corner waiting for their car to pass me; it was about 7.30pm when they drove by. I gave them another 20 minutes, in case they left something behind; I am after all, a professional, then I moved in. Getting into the house was a snap, and the alarm was easier than my young kid’s moneybox. I always start with the bedrooms, well, I figure once my bag is full I've got enough and usually the good stuff is kept there.

 

I walked straight to the dressing table, and as I opened the second drawer, a light came on and a very sexy voice purred, "Hello." To tell you the truth, I don't know how I didn't shit myself, I froze to the spot and then slowly turned around to see Miss World sitting up in bed in a nightdress which may as well not have existed for all the good it did.

There may be more beautiful women in the world, but I've only seen pictures of them, and if they were better than the lady I was now looking at, all I can say is they weren't photogenic. She had long; thick black hair and a face, which made those plastic women in the American soap operas, look like Barbie dolls. As she swung her legs out of the bed, I didn't think they were ever going to stop. They were the longest, most perfectly shaped legs you can imagine. This woman could get a job as a Goddess.

 

I gazed into her emerald green eyes, then followed the curve of pale neck, down her perfect arm, the smooth elegant hands, and the immaculately manicured deep red fingernails, wrapped around the SILVER GUN. 'Oh Christ, she's going to shoot me.' I thought in panic. 'Maybe she already has and I'm really seeing an angel with a warped sense of humour.'

I looked around for an escape route, but she stopped me in my tracks with, "I'm not a very good shot, but I warn you I will shoot, and I'm sure I would hit some part of you from this range." She pointed the gun at a lower target, and I felt my balls and cock fighting one another to draw themselves inside my groin.

Time for a bit of bravado, "I give up I'm all yours, take me." I held out my hands in submission.

"Of course you are, and believe me, I will." She reached into the drawer of the bedside table and withdrew a pair of handcuffs, which she tossed casually over to me. "Put these on, behind your back please." What was she doing with these in the bedside drawer, I thought, as I struggled to fasten them onto my wrists? Maybe she was a professional burglary victim and the police left a pair of cuffs for her to use on her captives.

She picked up the phone by the bed and dialed. That's a lot of numbers for the emergency line, maybe she has a special contact, a sort of regular user line. "He's arrived." She purred, "No, not a bit I don't think he even noticed me...yes, he's perfect...I‘ll see you soon."

Replacing the phone, she put the gun in the drawer and took out...Oh God a knife!!! "What's that for?" I stammered as she walked slowly toward me. She held the knife to my throat, her face inches from mine, her breath smelling slightly of alcohol. I wanted to beg but the knife was a little too close to my throat to risk moving my jaw. She moved the knife with a quick downward motion. 'The bitch has cut...my sweater, damn, that was a gift from my wife.' I wanted to abuse her, but common sense and a very sharp 6" blade clamped my mouth shut.

Next she sliced the sleeves from top to bottom and the sweater fell from my body. "Turn round." I silently obeyed; after all she who holds the knife cuts the cards (Even in tight situations I can be very witty sometimes). "Kneel." As I followed her instructions, I heard her open the drawer I had been about to open myself.

The next thing I knew she was forcing my head into some sort of bag, it smelled of leather, and I remember thinking what a strange thing to do putting a handbag over someone’s head. It wasn't even much of a handbag, it had 2 holes where my eyes were, and my nose stuck out of another hole. Just as well I suppose, since there was no hole for my mouth. At least I could breath through my nose.

 

I could feel her doing something with the bag, and then it started to tighten around my head. When she stopped, she pulled me to my feet and turned me to face her. I could see my reflection in the mirror over her shoulder, bloody hell, I looked like the man in the iron mask, except this was black leather. What the hell was she up to, I found myself actually wishing the police would hurry up, before this crazy woman did anything else to me.

Too late, she unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down and in no time at all I was stark naked, well, except for the mask of course. Then she turned on her heels, floated over to the bed and climbed back in it. She picked up a book and started to read. I wanted to say, 'Can I go now?' but the mask held my jaw shut, and anyway there was no gap for the sound to come out of. I literally had to zip my mouth shut, because that's what was where my mouth should have been. I looked like a bald Negro, with small, silver teeth and a grin on my face.

I stood there for about 10 minutes, shifting from one foot to the other. I would have made a run for it, but well you could see my difficulty. The beautiful woman suddenly looked toward the door and called, "Up here Dee." The mask muffled the sound a little, but I could hear someone running up the stairs. I stared at the door, hoping that Dee was her pet name for a detective. Even an ordinary copper would do right now, at least then, I could get out of here.

 

If you'd seen the vision of loveliness that walked into the bedroom, you would have said I was crazy to be disappointed, but I was. She was like a carbon copy of the first beauty, except she was blonde. "Sorry I took so long Cass; I stopped off for a bottle of wine."

The women embraced and then kissed, a little too passionately for friends, I wanted to ask them if they would like to be alone. Just my luck, the only man available to the 2 most gorgeous women in town, and they need me like a motorbike needs an ashtray.

When they separated, Cass took the wine downstairs, presumably to open it. Dee started taking her clothes off. She ignored me completely. Unfortunately, so did my prick. Despite begging it to ignore this vision, it leapt to attention and stared at her. She was down to her underwear, red lace bra and panties, and, oh God she was wearing suspenders and stockings. I'd always wanted my wife to wear them but she refused, saying they were too kinky.

After seeing them on Dee, I doubted they would ever look good to me on anyone else. She strolled casually over to me on her impossibly high-heeled shoes, red naturally; this lady was the type who wouldn't even blow her nose on anything unless it matched her outfit.

She walked straight past me and picked up a lipstick from the dressing table. I got more turned on just watching her paint her lips, than I ever did watching a porno' movie. 'That's another pleasure she's ruined for me.' I thought.

"My sister wants me to thank you for the tickets," she said, still looking in the mirror. "Her husband has been trying to get tickets for that show for 6 months. By the way, that was quite a clever plan you had, it's a pity you had to spoil it by letting us see you last week. We've been watching you ever since, wondering when you’d try something."

She started to walk over to the bed, and almost as an afterthought, grabbed my dick as she passed and pulled me to the bed by it. As she sat on the bed, she released me and leaned back against the pillows. "I hope you aren't going to be too disappointed by what you get from us. I don't think it's quite what you came for, but believe me, you'll never forget tonight."

She started stroking my erection, and looked up at me running her tongue over her lips. "Would you like me to suck it for you?" I nodded frantically, 'There is a God,' I thought. "I'd better not, Cass gets very jealous, and if she caught me doing that without her permission, she'd probably cut it off. She might not be back for a while though, do you want to risk it?" She moved her mouth closer to me, still looking at my face. I shook my head NO, even harder than I had before.

She was moving closer all the time, I was shaking my head and trying desperately to avoid her mouth, at the same time trying to shout no, but all that came out was a low grunt. She opened her mouth to swallow me and I could feel her breath on the head, then she suddenly released me and sat back on the bed. At the same time, Cass walked in with a tray with 2 glasses and the open bottle of wine. 'No, not for me thanks,' I thought, 'I'm driving, soon I hope.'

They sat on the bed for a while, and sipped the wine, chatting to each other as though I wasn't there. Finally Cass said, "Dee, where are our manners, we've been ignoring out guest. I'll take him into the bathroom and get him ready, while you prepare things in here." She started out of the room, then turned to me and said, "Come on, we have a busy night ahead of us." I followed hesitantly, looking back at Dee as I left, She smiled and licked her lips provocatively, and I hurried after Cass.

 

I was stopped in my tracks as I got to the bathroom, Cass had thrown off the flimsy covering and was bending over the shower stall to pick up the hand held shower. Shakespeare didn't write enough words to describe that perfect behind. I wanted to fall to my knees and lick it all over. I would have died a happy man, if my last request had been 5 minutes alone with that arse.

I won't bore you with the details, but for the next 15 minutes or so, Cass lathered me down and shaved every single hair from my body. She rinsed me off in cold water, 'To close the pores,' towelled me dry and was even kind enough to rub talc over me. Then we returned to the bedroom.

It gets a little embarrassing from here, so please, if you know any of my friends, don't tell them about the rest. In fact, maybe you’d better stop reading, just in case we ever meet. Still here, okay you can keep reading, but if you meet me you have to promise to pretend you know nothing about what happened to me.

They sat me on a stool; Dee knelt in front of me and started painting my toenails. With the aid of one of those gadgets women use to separate their fingers when they paint them, Cass did the same to my fingernails. I quite liked the colour though, a sort of reddish purple. I tried to see the name on the bottle so I could buy some for the missus.

After 2 coats, they both seemed satisfied. When I was dry they stood me at the end of the bed. Dee took another pair of cuffs from the bedside table - what was this place, a warehouse for some kinky paraphernalia shop - and fastened it to one of my wrists. Cass knelt behind me and reaching round grabbed a handful of my wedding tackle, with the other hand she held that dreaded knife over my prick. "Don't move." I guarantee to you, the only movement I was likely to make was my bowels, and I clenched my cheeks together to stop that, after all, I didn't want Cass making any sudden moves if I shat on her.

Dee released my hands, and fastened one hand to the top of the bedstead; the other went to the other side. It was an old fashioned brass bed with high ends, so my arms were stretched out at a height of about 4'. Mercifully, Cass released her grip on me. I hadn't breathed since she grabbed me, and I gasped for air. (At least, try to imagine a nasal version of gasping)

Dee knelt in front of me on the bed and smiled the loveliest of smiles. Then she unzipped my mouth, I was about to speak when she forced a pair of panties into the hole and zipped me back up. It had been hard enough to make a sound before, now I was totally silent.

They produced 2 canes from somewhere and systematically beat the crap out of me from head to foot. I must have passed out somewhere along the way, because, when I came to they were tangled together on the bed, doing things I would never have thought possible to each other. Even through the pain, I was proud to notice my old fellow popped up to have a look, you can't keep a good man down.

After they had blown each other’s minds, - actually I think that was the only place left untouched by tongue - and mine for that matter, they lay exhausted on the bed. Eventually Cass suggested, "We really ought to look after our guest better, look he's getting all excited at the prospect of getting some attention." Yes, you guessed it; he was still straining to look over the bed.

"Should we do something about that?" Dee asked. Now you're talking I thought. "We could always cut it off and have it mounted as a trophy." Cass suggested, picking up the knife. "I've always wondered whether they would stay big once they were cut off. Oh look Dee, it's shrinking."

To my relief, Cass put the knife down and they both climbed off the bed and walked behind me. I screwed my eyes tight shut, waiting for another beating. Dee left the room, and I could hear Cass moving chairs and opening drawers. Before long Dee returned. I couldn't see what she was carrying, but I was certain I wouldn't like it.

A couple of minutes later, one of them was rubbing my left cheek, it felt wet, then went cold. What the hell was this, miniature cryogenics, did they intend to freeze me a bit at a time? I could hear a sort of buzzing, and I felt a prick. I know, in my position you'd feel a prick too. I mean I felt a prick in my arse – oh for god’s sake get your mind out of the gutter for a minute – I felt a sharp pin prick on the cheek of my arse. (If I’m going to have to explain every little detail this could take all night) Now, where was I? Oh yes, I tensed my cheek and got a slap on the other for my troubles. Then Cass knelt in front of my face and said. "Just relax, this won't take long, and don't move or you'll get another flogging." I turned to stone; after all I hate hospital food.

"Finished." Dee giggled delightedly, "Let's show him before we cover it up." With the aid of mirrors, they showed me my arse, I'll bet you've never seen your own arse. Not a bad bum at that, I thought, Except for that scar. Wait a minute, I don't recall having a scar on my.... The lousy cows, they had tattooed my cheek with a word about 1" tall and 4" across, it read SLAVE. How could I ever explain this to my wife, 'I just wanted to show my devotion to you dear.'

Dee put a dressing on it and told me to change it a couple of times over the next few days, or it might go septic. "Let's get him dressed so he can leave, he must be anxious to get home and it will be light soon, besides, I need my beauty sleep." Coming from Cass it was like saying Rockefeller needed a dollar. Well at least this was the end of it; I got off quite lightly really, except for the tattoo of course. Then again, I always wanted a tattoo; I might have chosen something a little more conservative, like Dianne - my wife’s name - or Mum, in a heart.

I should have known there was more to come, the bitches really were planning to humiliate me, and they did. "Since I ruined your nice sweater, I'll give you some clothes to go home in." Cass grinned from the bed. Dee dropped a stack of clothes on the bed and Cass showed them to me. "This is very special," she said, holding up a formidable looking black corset.

"You see how it holds its shape, that's because it has all these thin strips of steel running around it." She turned it round to show me, there were 6 strips of metal spread evenly from top to bottom. The catches at the back of the corset seemed to hook onto the other side and clip over and there were holes for adjustment.

"This bit was my idea," Dee chirped in, "See you can put a lock through each of the catches so that it's impossible to take off without help, isn't that great?" She was like a child trying to please her parents. 'Terrific,' I thought.

 

They squeezed my poor tortured body into the 'garment'. It went from the top of my chest down to my crotch, and it was so tight, it even gave me tits. Believe me when I tell you, I have little excess fat on my body - well you need to be fit in my job - in fact, I've seen more fat on a french fry. But this thing pushed me up to at least a 34" bust. It wasn't too tight to breathe in, but I wouldn't be doing much jogging while wearing it.

They finished my dressing up with black stockings and pink lace panties, the ones Dee had been wearing. I made a mental note not to throw them away; I'd at least have one happy memory. Before she pulled the panties up, she tied the key to the cuffs round the base of my cock and balls with a piece of string.

Open toed red patent shoes with 3" heels covered my feet, - they were actually a little big as I have quite small feet - and finally, a cheap pink floral dress, which barely covered my stocking tops.

Cass then released my left arm from the handcuff and twisted it painfully up my back; she was a surprisingly strong girl. Dee then released my other arm and they cuffed them behind me once again. They sat me on a stool in front of the dressing table. "I'm going to take the hood off now, if you say one word, I'll cut your dick off." Cass had a very persuasive nature; she must have been in public relations.

For the next half-hour, they argued about my make up, and which colours suited me best. The end result was terrible, they used way too much blusher and the eye shadow was the wrong combination for my colouring. The whole collection was crowned with a cheap blonde wig, and then I was made to model the outfit for them, As I turned to walk back, I saw myself in the mirror. I had a great body, but with that make up job, I looked like a real slut. Still, I'd offer to buy me a drink if I saw me in a bar.

 

Grabbing their coats as they left, the 2 women took me down to their car. They drove me to a car park about a mile from my home, I didn't know whether that was good luck or if they actually knew where I lived, but Cass said, "Out, you can walk home from here." I started to protest. "Unless you'd rather we took you to the gay area, I'm sure they'd love to see you there, handcuffed as you are I think they'd have a great time, what do you say Dee, let's do it." Before she could start the car I was out.

It took me over an hour to get home, I had to dodge in and out of the shadows, fortunately I've had plenty of practice at that. I did have one scare, when a couple of drunks whistled at me from across the street, but I shouted, "Piss off," in my deepest voice and walked quickly away. By the time they'd recovered from the shock I was out of sight.

 

When I got home, I had a ridiculous story concocted about being invited to a fancy dress party, and wanting to surprise Dianne with my outfit. I rang the doorbell with my nose, and my wife came out. She showed no reaction whatsoever to my clothes, she simply said, "Oh it's you, what kept you?"

I followed her in, stunned by my reception, and began to recite my story. "Before you go any further, someone called Dee rang, she said you'd left your wallet at her place, and told me the whole story. She's sending your stuff over by courier right away, including the key to your corset. Oh yes, I know about that too, turn round." She lifted my dress up and lowered my panties. Then she ripped the dressing from the tattoo.

"Nice job, very artistic. Why didn't you tell me you had a problem, I would have understood."

"Problem, I..."

"It's alright, I told you, Dee told me everything, how the therapist sent you to her, how she's been treating your problem, everything."

"What exactly did she tell you?"

"Well she explained it better than I can, but basically it has something to do with the way your mother treated you. You need to be punished and humiliated regularly, to try to overcome your guilt over something that happened when you were a child. Oh yes, and that you loved wearing women’s clothes, it made you feel like your mother or something like that."

"She said you wouldn't need to keep your appointment with her next week, now that I could help you. And she asked that you don't hate her for telling me, apparently when you asked for the tattoo, it was a subconscious desire for me to find out about your problem."

That slag Dee had really dropped me in it, I would have to tell Dianne the truth, or my life was over. "Dianne you don't..." "Before you say anything, turn around and kneel down." Confused, I did as she asked. "Dianne, listen to me, I Mmmm...." "There, is that good, I'm sorry I don't have a real gag, but I'll get one tomorrow. The panties and scarf will have to do for now. Dee told me how you always tried to justify yourself, and that the best way to help you was to gag you every time you tried. I'm not sure how good I'll be at punishing you, but I'm sure I'll improve in time. Now go into the bedroom and get ready, practice makes perfect you know." 'OH SHIT NOT AGAIN!!!!'

 

PART 2

I'm a thief; at least I used to be, now I'm in trouble. It all began when I got caught robbing 2 beautiful women. They tattooed my arse, dressed me like a slut, handcuffed me and sent me home. But by far the worst thing they did was, they told my wife a story about my secret desire to be humiliated and beaten. To some of you, that may sound like a real turn on. My problem is, I have no such desire, secret or otherwise. But my wife won't let me tell her, anyway, to continue the narrative.

"Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm..."

"Now sweetheart, you don't need to thank me, I know it's a load off your mind. Anyway, who knows, I may get to enjoy this as much as you do. Now GET INTO THE BEDROOM." Dianne had never raised her voice to me in her life, unless you count the time I put beaten egg and toast crumbs...but that's another story. I was trying to tell her what a mistake she was making, but as always she had the last word. Since she’d stuffed my mouth with her knickers that wasn’t really surprising.

I hobbled into the bedroom; my feet were killing me after walking over a mile in high heels. I felt a sudden admiration and sympathy for streetwalkers. Standing in the bedroom facing the full-length mirror, I had time to study myself in detail. I still thought the dress looked cheap, but I'll bet I could have made a fortune on the street with a body like mine, how hard could it be.... What the HELL am I doing, I'm a fella for Pete's sake. I have none of the important equipment hookers use, not to mention the fact that I'm straight and would probably throw up if a guy touched me.

I hadn't noticed Dianne come in behind me. She reached round and stroked my rampant prick. Once again my own reflection had turned me on, that is weird, maybe I do need help. "It looks as though Dee was right, you do like to be dressed up and helpless, I don't think I've ever known you to get this big." Dianne raised my dress as she walked round in front of me. Shit!! She was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, why is it that all the women I've met tonight want to cut my dick off, I think this is taking penis envy a little far.

"Mmmm..."

"It's all right, I'm just going to cut the string around it, I may need that key later and anyway, it's cutting into you."

Too late, my groin had already sucked my prick up inside me; it probably had the key as well. The one thing I could guarantee about my prick was that it wouldn't stand for anyone threatening it with a knife. (Clever that eh? Get it, ‘stand’ for, oh never mind) I'd forgotten that the key to the handcuffs was tied to it by string. I relaxed, good old Di she was going to free me, now maybe I would be able to tell her the truth. If the bitch wouldn't listen maybe I would handcuff her and give her the beating she had threatened me with. Now there's a thought, I would enjoy that, she'd make a good sex slave, and I could...

"Oh look, it's growing again, I wish I'd known years ago that dressing you up would do this to you, I only touched it for a second and it's huge. Would you lie on the bed please, what am I saying GET ON THE BED FACE DOWN NOW. How was that dear? I'm improving aren't I?" Improving, she scared the shit out of me, I leapt onto the bed and lay still. Dianne spread my legs and tied my ankles to the corners of the bedstead. "I found this in the garage," She said, producing a cane I used for tying the plants to in the garden. "I hope it will do until I can buy the proper whips and things."

She raised my skirt and lowered my panties, bloody hell; she was actually going to use that thing on me. "Mmmm, Mmmm." Fuck that smarts.

I got about 20 before she stopped. "Wow, I've never felt so powerful, I could keep this up all night." ‘Oh God, please break her arm, I promise I'll never steal again, and anything I do steal, I'll give you half. I'm a good catholic boy, you remember me, tell you what God, if you break her arm, I'll only rob Protestant houses. Is it a deal? Owww. Guess not.’

After another 10 strokes on my poor tender backside, Dianne stopped for a rest. "I've had an idea, I'll go to one of those sex shops and buy a few magazines to learn how best to do this. I think there's one over on High street. I'll be back in half an hour." She tossed the cane on the bed and walked out. I heard the car start up and drive off. Now I was really in the shit. Once she read how those heavy-duty dominatrices treated their men, I was finished.

What the hell was I going to do? Run, I couldn't move never mind run. Pray, tried that the priests must be wrong, God's a Protestant. Beg that's it I'd beg, no the silly cow would think I was begging for more. Maybe she'll change her mind when she sees how seedy the shop is. I found myself wishing she'd pulled my pants up and my skirt down, what if a burglar were to come in and see me like this, I'd be so embarrassed, after all, I have my reputation to think about.

I couldn't believe it, I was getting so used to being dressed like I was, that I was more concerned with someone seeing my bare bum, than seeing me in female clothes. Maybe I'd subconsciously accepted my fate, maybe Dee was right, damn I think my brain's gone soft on me.

A while later I heard a car pull up and the front door open, "I'm back," Dianne called as she ran up the stairs, "You wouldn't believe the stuff they sell in that shop. By the way, I met the courier on the way out and got your wallet. I'm afraid I went a little crazy with your credit card, I hope you don't mind." Dianne staggered into the room laden down with parcels. I had a feeling the insurance companies would be flooded with claims to pay for all this. I was going to have to steal on penalty rates to pay for it.

She dropped the parcels on the bed, then, "I'm going to make myself a coffee and have a read in the other room, you look great like that so I'll leave you a while." That was at 12.30am, at 2.30am she woke me up with. "You wouldn't believe some of the things the women in these magazines do to men. I'm not sure I can do all these things to you, but I promise I'll do my best, I know how much it means to you."

As she spoke, she was tearing open packages, then, "Ah here it is." She sat in the small of my back and untied the gag.

"Dianne, please let me explainmmmm."

She pulled a ball gag in place and secured it. "Naughty, naughty, you know you're not permitted to speak, I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for that. I think one for each letter should be enough, now let's see you said." She counted up the letters and after losing count twice, decided 35 was about right. My god, she's a thick bitch!

Out of another package came a riding crop, which she used for my punishment. "I don't believe how sexy this makes me feel. I hope you're enjoying it as much, whoops, according to the magazine I'm not supposed to care whether you like it or not, I'll have to remember that."

My legs were released and I was made to stand. She took the dress off and gasped. "That's gorgeous," She said turning me round to inspect the corset. "It must be worth a fortune, even the ordinary ones in the sex shop were 60 dollars. Does Dee want it back?" I shook my head vigourously; no way I was ever going near those 2 amazons again, not if I could help it. "Well if you're sure. I think I'll phone her tomorrow and thank her. She left her number to call if I needed any advice. But then, you would have her number anyway."

As she talked, she unlocked the corset from my crushed body and removed it. I felt as though I'd had a 10-ton weight lifted off me. I was naked except for the stockings and shoes. "I think I'll leave those on." She decided, and produced a suspender belt, which she fastened in place. I expected her to release my hands next, but instead, she buckled straps onto my arms above the elbow and joined them with another strap across my back. Then she fastened straps to the tops of my thighs and ordered me back, face down on the bed.

She sat on my back and released the cuffs. Still held by the elbows, and her weight on top of me, I could do nothing to stop her joining my wrists to the thigh straps. Although I felt a damn sight more comfortable, I was now even more helpless then I had been before. "You're not going to believe this, but I don't think I've ever felt more horny in my life."

She rolled me over on my back and to my astonishment, I was still hard. So much had been happening, I hadn't had time to think about my prick, but apparently it wanted to join in the action. Dianne almost tore her clothes off and impaled herself on me. She rode me at a furious pace while her hands rubbed my nipples. Then she gripped both nipples between her fingers and thumbs, and twisted them hard. At the same time, exploding into an orgasm. I followed very quickly and we were soon laying side by side, both completely spent. She pulled the covers over our bodies, and turned out the light. Kissing me on the forehead she said, "Goodnight sweetheart, by the way, you'll suffer tomorrow for cuming without my permission."

I spent a restless night, it was difficult to get used to breathing through my nose and I woke up a few times wondering where I was, and why I couldn't wake up from this nightmare. Eventually I managed to get to sleep, and when I woke I was alone. I heard Dianne humming to herself in the kitchen as she prepared food.

Struggling out of bed, I walked to the toilet and relieved myself. I had to make thrusting motions to shake it, and It amused me to think what Dianne would say if she saw me. "Practicing dear?" I almost jumped out of my skin; she was standing at the door watching me. We had always been very private about our toiletries, and despite all that had happened to me the night before, this was the first time I'd blushed.

Dianne reached round and shook the drips off, then walked out saying, "We need to talk, there are some new rules around here, and you'd better learn them fast." I followed her into the kitchen. "Sit down, breakfast's ready." She put the plate down in front of me. "I'm going to take the gag off now, If you use your mouth for anything but eating I'll put it back and you'll get no food." I expected to be released, but instead I was fed like a child. As soon as I finished the last mouthful of coffee Dianne forced the gag back in.

She walked through to the lounge room, assuming, correctly, that I would follow. "I let you sleep late this morning because I had some things to do. I've been up for hours, reading and planning. Oh and I phoned Dee to let her know you got home safely. She sounded very happy when I told her; in fact I think she was laughing. By the way, she invited us round next week, she said she has some of your outfits there. She suggested I keep you trussed and gagged for the time being, or you might try to persuade me to go back to the old arrangements, and that wouldn't help your problem at all. In fact, she said it could do you serious harm."

"Anyway, about those rules I mentioned. I've read all these magazines, and the general pattern seems to be, plenty of strict discipline, total obedience together with regular humiliation, oh, and they don't seem to allow much sex. I don't think I'm going to do that though, because I got so turned on last night when I beat you, I think it would be difficult for me to keep my hands off you, anyway, it's supposed to be you who gets punished, not me."

"Now, in future you will get my permission before you do anything, that includes going to the toilet. Is that understood?" I nodded, hell there was no point in pissing her off, I was hardly in a position to argue, but would I make her suffer when I was. "Since you didn't know, I'm not going to punish you for this morning, however," a wicked grin came over her face, "I am going to punish you for cuming without permission last night. Go into the kitchen and lie across the bench, I'll be in when I finish my coffee."

I did as I was told though I couldn't think what she was up to. Maybe she was going to force me to eat one of her meals, God no, she couldn't be that cruel, she is one of the worst cooks I've ever known. I bent over the bench and waited. Dianne came in about 10 minutes later. 'Ha, if you think making me wait was going to bother me you were wrong.' I thought to myself, I've noticed I lie to myself a lot lately.

She picked up a fish slice. What was she up to was she planning to fry me? "It said in one of the magazines that this was a particularly good way to beat someone. You'll have to give me your opinion later." She made me lay face down across the table, and then she started laying in to me with it. At first it just stung, but then it began to hurt, and I mean hurt. I'd like to get my hands on whoever wrote that article, I'd shove their pencils so far up their arse, they'd be spitting lead.

As she laid into me, Dianne's breathing became more and more laboured, where as I was crying like a baby. Suddenly, she threw the weapon on the floor and me after it. I was beginning to think my dick belonged to someone else, there it was standing to attention again. Didn't it know the rest of the body was suffering, whatever happened to solidarity?

Dianne repeated last night’s attack, including the painful nipple grip. Unfortunately for me, it had the same result. I blew my wad into her. When her orgasm subsided, she kissed me gently on the forehead. "Did you cum sweetheart?" she whispered. I nodded, then saw stars as she slapped me across the face. "I told you what would happen if you did anything without permission, it seems you're a slow learner. Get up and go into the bedroom, NOW." I scuttled out of the kitchen, if I hadn't known better, I'd have sworn she was serious, nah, not my sweet, innocent little Dianne.

 

How wrong could I be, my 'sweet' wife was turning into a fully-fledged dominatrix very rapidly. She followed me into the bedroom and lay me on my back. Then she stated playing with my prick. It was soon growing in her hand, and she smiled as she leaned over and took it in her mouth. Yet another thing she had never done before. It wasn't long before I was coming again. This time she didn't get annoyed, instead she said, "That's a good boy, maybe you'll be able to control yourself a little better when I screw you later." Was this my wife talking, the mother of my children. The same woman who thought gosh was a bad word? Thank heavens my kids were grown up and no longer around. I can't imagine what a shock this transformation would be to them.

Walking to the other side of the room, she shed her dressing gown. "I've got some good news for you." She said as she took various things out of the drawer. "I know how you always wanted me to wear stockings, so from now on I intend to wear them all the time." As she spoke, she pulled black stockings up her legs and fastened a suspender belt around her waist. I have to admit she has great legs. But after coming twice in the last half-hour, even the sight of her nylon-clad legs had no effect on my drooping cock.

She commented on this as she rolled me over on my face. "Maybe when I punish you for coming earlier, there'll be some response. I know how much it excites you." For the rest of the day, she alternated between beating my, by now, extremely sensitive butt, and bringing herself off on different parts of my body including, would you believe, fucking my nose, a frightening experience when it's the only thing left to breath through. She finished the day off by removing the gag and sitting on my face while she watched television.

 

Over the next few days, she became more and more dominant, and by the time we were due to visit Dee and Cass, she controlled me completely. She no longer used the gag - except on special occasions when she expected me to make a lot of noise during a severe punishment session - but I knew better than to speak without permission. I had broached the subject of my first visit to Dee's, but she silenced me with a slap saying she didn't want to hear any bullshit.

As I sat in the car on the way over to Dee's, I wondered how they would react when they saw me. I was wearing the same corset and underwear they had put me into on that first night. But Dianne agreed with me that the dress made me look cheap. She had me wear a short tight black skirt and a white satin blouse. The tops of my stockings showed slightly but only when I sat down or bent over, she felt it looked more ladylike. She had used less make-up as well, the overall effect being that of a secretary or other businesswoman, rather than a slut.

My reception was not as I had expected. We were invited in as though we were there on business, and when Dianne ordered me to sit quietly in the corner, Dee and Cass exchanged knowing looks. They chatted at some length about my 'treatment' and half way through the night, Dee told Dianne the truth about my initiation. "He's probably suffered enough for his mistake, don't you think." Cass asked, I thought I detected a note of sarcasm in her voice, but Dianne didn't seem to notice.

"Oh I don't think he's suffering any more." Dianne remarked, "I think of him more as a person whose sole purpose in life is to please me, and for the first time in our married life, he does. So I think we'll keep the arrangement the way it is. You'd prefer it that way wouldn't you dear?" With the 3 of them looking at me, I didn't think this was the right time to assert myself, so I said yes. "WHAT WAS THAT." Dianne snapped. I sat bolt upright and recited,

"Yes, thank you Mistress Dianne."

"I think she's perfect, don't you?" Cass addressed Dee.

"No doubt about it," Dee replied. "Dianne, we have a proposition for you." It transpired that they ran a very lucrative business as dominatrices, in fact, they were so busy they were moving to a larger place. They didn't work from home, they had a house a couple of miles away, but it was too small. They offered Dianne a job and she jumped at the offer.

That was a year ago, and she’s now an equal partner in the business. Apparently she's very popular with the clients and extremely good at her job. To ensure she doesn't catch anything, she never allows her slaves to have sex with her; consequently, she comes home very horny every night. She tried having a relationship with Cass, but decided she preferred men. So, every night at the same time, I’m expected to perform with her. I no longer have any male clothing, and even do the shopping dressed as a female.

I’ve become quite proficient at applying make up, and it’s extremely rare for anyone to notice I'm not female. The ladies are considering putting me to work at the 'office'. They say it would add to the humiliation of some of their regulars to know they were being 'treated' by a male because they weren’t worthy of the attention of females. For now however, I’ll continue to be Mistress Diane’s slave. It's not a bad life once you get used to it, Oh please God, let me get used to it soon!!!!

THE END

 

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