A Woman Scorned

by Anyport

 

Elliot stretched out lazily. It was Saturday and his routine was to spend a lazy morning reading the paper, then watch sports on the television all afternoon, and finally, get changed and head off to the pub for a night's drinking with his mates. If he was really lucky he might see Olivia and finish the night at her place, then when he arrived home next morning he'd tell his wife Deborah that he'd stayed with a mate. Let's face it, she was gullible as hell, in fact, as he'd told her once, if there was an I.Q. test for entrance to the dumb blondes club, she'd fail.

It occurred to him that he hadn't seen her all morning and it was almost noon. He'd even had to get his own breakfast and right now he was settling down with a second cup of coffee, to study the racing form and hopefully pick a few winners.

He heard the front door open and decided Deborah must have been out shopping. She'd probably bought up the supermarket's stock of Spam or something, she usually managed to fill the kitchen cupboards with all manner of useless cans. At that moment she came into the lounge room and Elliot froze, his cup of coffee half way to his lips as he stared in disbelief at his wife. Gone were the dull light brown hair and the perennial pony tail, to be replaced by lustrous blonde hair which fell in waves over her shoulders and half way down her back. But that was just the beginning of the changes. Instead of the ever present track suit she wore a slinky, tight red satin dress, and as she walked across the room the split down the side opened to expose her stocking covered leg, and offer a tantalizing glimpse of naked flesh at the top of the stocking.

Elliot had forgotten what great legs his wife had, it had been so long since he'd seen them, in fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her wearing anything other than sneakers on her feet, her pink fluffy slippers excepted, and he would have laughed if anyone had suggested they'd seen her wearing high heels. He'd always suspected she'd get a nose bleed if the soles on her sneakers were too thick. As for the stockings, as far as he knew she only owned a couple of pairs of thick black pantyhose which she grudgingly wore on the rare occasions she needed to wear a dress.

She glanced across at her husband and smiled, "You're spilling your drink honey."

Elliot quickly placed the cup on the table and returned his gaze to his wife. "Deb, you look amazing!" He exclaimed. "What have you done to yourself?"

As she straightened up he could see her face was fully and expertly made up, from the bright red lips to the dark eye shadow and mascara. The tight dress was cut very low at the front to show off her substantial cleavage and she appeared much taller than usual, though obviously the red shoes with the 4" stiletto heels contributed a great deal to that.

"Have you had your hair done?" He asked, feigning a matter of fact attitude he definitely didn't feel.

"Do you like it?" She asked, tugging gently at a few strands on her shoulder, "I wasn't sure you would but everyone at the salon seemed to think it looked good."

As she touched her hair, Elliot noticed that instead of the bitten down nubs which normally graced the ends of her fingers, she now had long red nails.

"My God woman, you managed to grow your nails quickly." He joked.

"Oh no, silly, these aren't real they're acrylic." She held out her hands in front of her to show off the nails. "Fancy thinking I could grow them so quickly." She giggled.

'She really is a dumb blonde.' Elliot thought, but what he said was, "Well false or not, they look great."

"Well they aren't exactly false," Deborah corrected, "I can still bite them, but they taste awful and the girl who did them told me I need to go back regularly to get them filled in. I don't know exactly what she meant, but I made an appointment in 2 weeks anyway."

"I bought a new dress too, did you notice?" She twirled as quickly, as safely as the heels would permit, to show off her finery. "My girlfriend suggested I have a complete makeover and so I left early this morning and this is the result, I hope you don't mind."

"Absolutely not, you look sensational, thank your friend for me next time you see her."

"Oh you'll be able to do that yourself, I told her we'd go round and see her later today, you don't mind do you?"

Normally Elliot would be furious that she wanted him to go anywhere on a Saturday, but looking the way she did it was hard for him to refuse her anything. Anyway he could probably get away with staying an hour or so and then go off to the pub.

"No that'll be okay I guess, we're not going for dinner or anything stupid like that are we?"

"No, just a visit that's all," she smiled, "Perhaps we'll eat before we go or something. Anyway, I'm going upstairs to put my shopping away."

As she reached the door she turned back and gave him a suggestive smile. "I don't suppose you'd like to come up and see what else I've bought, perhaps I could give you a little fashion show."

Elliot didn't need asking twice, he almost ran up the stairs, grabbing her many shopping bags from the hallway on his way through. When they arrived in the bedroom, Elliot sat on the bed and waited, while Deborah strolled casually over to the mirror and admired her new look.

Satisfied with the results, she turned and walked across the room towards her husband. "I was reading an article in one of the women's magazines at the salon. It said that most women were not aggressive enough in bed and that they should take charge more often to pep up their sex life. What do you think Elliot?"

Standing in front of him she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the top of his shaved head, at the same time affording him an enticing close up of her cleavage.

Elliot slid his hands around her to cup her shapely behind in his hands and replied, "Absolutely, I can see nothing wrong with women taking the lead occasionally."

Deborah reached down and pulled his tee shirt up over his head, as she did so she asked, "Do you remember that time you wanted me to tie you up and I tried, but couldn't tie a knot that would hold you for more than two minutes?" She giggled as she spoke.

Elliot nodded in confirmation. He recalled the day well, it had ended with him storming out of the room and going to the pub, he'd been looking forward to a kinky session and his stupid wife hadn't even been capable of tying a simple knot.

Deborah pulled him to his feet and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor so he could step out of them. "Would you mind if I tried again? I've been reading up on knots on the Internet and I really think I can do it this time."

As she spoke she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress allowing it to slide down her body slowly. She stepped out of the dress as Elliot stared in speechless admiration. Wearing a matching red lace bra and panties and a red lace suspender belt holding her stockings in place she looked stunning. At that moment he would have agreed to anything she'd suggested, no matted how bizarre. He lay back on the bed and stretched his arms out to the corners of the bed rail in mute acceptance of her suggestion.

He had the briefest twinge of concern when she reached into one of the smaller bags and pulled out a ball of twine. Cutting several feet off with a pair of scissors which she dropped back into the bag with the remaining ball. Elliot became aware that perhaps more planning had gone into this than he'd first realized. But the erotic sight of his wife walking slowly towards him sliding the twine through her perfectly manicured hands, quickly dispelled any reservations he might have had.

She surprised him somewhat by pulling him from the bed and turning him round to tie his wrists behind his back. It soon became apparent that she really had been studying the art of knot tying and any effort he might make at escape would prove futile.

Returning to the bag she took out what appeared to be a black leather dog collar about an inch wide. Reaching up she secured it around his neck. As he opened his mouth to protest she placed her finger over his lips to silence him, then gently pushed him back onto the bed. Adjusting his position so he was lying with his head almost touching the bedhead, she returned one final time to the bag.

Elliot couldn't see what she held as she straddled his chest and reached up to the rails of the bed. And by the time he recognized the thick dog chain she had already passed the end around the rails and through the leather hand grip and was clipping it to his collar. He finally grasped the full extent of his captivity as he tried in vain to sit up, the lead permitting him only the slightest movement.

"If I didn't know different I'd swear you've been practicing this." Elliot laughed nervously.

"I have," his wife replied casually as she picked up her purse and took from it a sheet of paper.

"What do you mean, you have," He enquired angrily, "Are you trying to tell me you've been with another man?"

Deborah paused briefly before replying in the negative.

Somewhat relieved though still skeptical Elliot continued, "So you're telling me you haven't been unfaithful to me?"

"That depends," she responded, "On whether you have been unfaithful to me." As she spoke she took a digital camera from her purse and quickly snapped a couple of shots of him.

"What do you mean, why…. I don't….. that is I……" Elliot blustered.

"You seem to be having trouble answering Elliot." Deborah smiled as she sat beside him on the bed and stripped his socks from his feet to leave him completely naked and extremely vulnerable.

"Let me help you. I found a napkin in your pocket when I was washing your jeans, it had a phone number and woman's name written on it. Now normally I wouldn't think twice about that, but since the number was written in lipstick, and a very sexy maroon shade I might add, I was understandably concerned. Anyway I did the only thing I could do, I called the number and asked for Olivia."

Elliot's face paled visibly as the blood drained from it. He opened his mouth to speak but could think of nothing to say so he closed it as his wife continued her horrifying story.

"Well to cut a long story short, I arranged to meet her. Naturally I didn't tell her who I was, but I told her I had some information for her which I couldn't discuss over the phone." She grinned cheekily and asked, "Don't you think that was clever of me?"

Not waiting for a reply, she continued, "Anyway, we met for coffee and I intended to confront her with the napkin and demand an explanation. The problem was, as you know, I hate confrontations so all I could do was ask her politely if she knew you. When she said she did I let her know you were my husband and believe it or not, she was even more angry than I was. She swore she hadn't known you were married. It seems you forgot to mention it to her." She smiled sweetly at Elliot as she spoke.

"Anyway, we were talking and I have to be honest, I can see exactly what you see in her. She's friendly, bright and very sexy." Elliot was shocked to see his wife was actually blushing as she said this.

"So, one thing led to another and…." Deborah blushed even deeper, if that was possible, and Elliot finally found his voice.

"Are you trying to tell me you had an affair with her?" He demanded

Deborah looked genuinely confused, "Well this is where I have problems, I mean, is it an affair if you have sex with someone of the same sex, or is it only if you have sex with the opposite sex. I mean, well, I don't think marriage vows mention lesbian relationships. Ooops…" She covered her mouth with her fingertips and giggled, "I said lesbian. I don't really think I am a…lesbian," Again the giggle, "Because I don't actually fancy women, well except for Olivia of course, but does that count?"

Elliot could only shake his head in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"Anyway," She continued, "We discussed you and Livy came up with a plan to teach you a lesson." She waited and when Elliot didn't respond she looked a little upset. "Aren't you going to ask me what we decided?" She asked.

Elliot nodded, resigned to the fact that he was being thrown out or something equally unpleasant.

Deborah accepted his nod and continued more enthusiastically, "I'm going to turn you into a woman…"

"WHAT?" He interrupted.

"Oh no," She added quickly, "I'm not planning on cutting your thing off or anything awful like that. I mean, how would you pee if you didn't have that. But I have to be honest, sex with Livy is much better than it ever was with you, so I don't actually need your thing any more, but you never know, someone might find a use for it. Anyway, all I'm going to do is dress you up a little and show you how hard it is to be a woman and try to please your husband all the time. Then we're going round to Livy's and show her what I've done."

"You know, I really believe she doesn't think I can do it, but we'll show her. Anyway, what do you think of the idea?" She asked innocently.

"WHAT DO I THINK?!" He demanded finding his full voice at last. "I think you're out of your tiny fucking mind, now untie me and let me go. I'll leave if you want me to but just forget this crap about turning me into a woman, it's not going to happen."

Deborah looked confused and upset by his outburst, but then shrugged her shoulders and smiled nervously. "Livy said you might not like the idea, but as she pointed out, if I have you tied to the bed when I tell you there's really very little you can do about it."

She picked up the paper she'd dropped by the bed earlier and read it quickly. "Oh that's right, I almost forgot."

She picked up the small bag again, this time she carried it over to the bed and straddled his chest facing his feet before taking something out of the bag.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He demanded, trying hard to bluff his way out of his predicament. "Look why don't you just untie me and we'll forget anything ever happened, we've both had a little fling and it's out of our systems now."

He could feel her winding something cold around his manhood and he was more than a little concerned that perhaps she'd changed her mind about cutting it off. He felt her fiddling around for a while and despite the situation he could feel himself growing in her hands. But it was soon obvious that whatever she'd wrapped around him was stopping him from growing any more than half way. He felt her roll something over it and then she nodded her satisfaction and stepped from the bed.

Looking down he saw what seemed to be 2 thin plastic coated wires, about a foot long, sticking out of the end of his penis as well as bare copper wire wound all the way down the shaft and round his balls and all held in place by a condom with a hole in the tip to let the wires through.

"What the hell is that?" He demanded.

"It was Livy's idea," She replied as she again took a photograph, something she did on many occasions over the next hour. "Though I suggested the condom to hold it." She added proudly.

As he watched nervously, she took the 2 wires and attached them to a small grey plastic box, then stepped back and picked up the bag once more. She took out another box which looked suspiciously like a small remote control. Then pointing it in the direction of his groin, Deborah pressed the button.

"ARRGGGGHHHH, SHIT!! STOPPPPPPP!!." An electric shock jolted his manhood causing him to arch his back in pain.

"Oh my, perhaps I put too many batteries in it, they looked so tiny I didn't think there would be enough. Does it really hurt?" She asked in genuine concern.

"Fucking right it hurts, now get it the fuck off me." He demanded.

For just a second it seemed as if Deborah had changed her mind and was indeed going to remove the wires, then she steeled herself and replied, "Well now you know what will happen if you don't cooperate."

As if that explained everything, which in essence it did, she picked up the paper again and read more of the notes. "Oh yes, I remember, the hair, back in a sec."

It was quite a while before she returned, more than long enough for Elliot to figure out that escape was out of the question. When she did come back she was carrying a tray on which there was a large metal mug, an electric razor and a towel. She placed the tray on the floor and told Elliot to raise his legs. He considered refusing but one glance from his wife in the direction of the remote control told him it might be wise to cooperate.

Deborah spread the large bath towel on the bed under his legs and behind. After cleaning his legs with some sort of alcohol and cotton wool, she smoothed oil over one of them wiping the excess away with a tissue. Then picking up the mug, she took a wooden stick and dipped it into the mug. When she removed it the end of the stick was covered in, what looked to Elliot like, honey. She spread the warm honey over his thigh with a small wooden spatula. Then she covered it with at strip of cloth. She repeated this process several times.

After waiting a few minutes and touching the strips several times, she finally declared them ready, but Elliot was certainly not ready for what happened next. Working the edge of the first strip away from his leg, she suddenly ripped it free. Accompanying the ripping paper bag sound was a loud yell of pain from Elliot.

"Oh don't be such a baby," She said, slapping him on the freshly waxed area, then moving on to the next strip and pulling it off, with the same resultant yell from Elliot. By the time she'd finished waxing both legs, front and back, Elliot was almost accustomed to the pain and made no more than a muffled cry as she pulled the wax strips off. Of course the muffling could also have been because his face was buried in the pillow, since she had him turn around so she could do the back of his legs.

After rubbing lotion on both his legs she moved on to the rest of his body deciding to turn him over and shave the few chest hairs he had and also his underarms. This done she took the wax, towel and shaving gear away.

On her return, she had to turn him back over onto his face to start work on his transformation. First came the fingernails, using superglue she stuck false nails over his own, she shaped them with a file. Then, warning him on pain of zapping, as she phrased it, to keep still, she applied a coat of scarlet polish to them. She also had him bend his knees to raise his feet and while the polish was drying on his fingers, she painted his toe nails, then applied a second coat to both.

It was 10 more minutes before she decided the polish was dry at which time she began dressing him. Although he was quite slim Olivia had suggested he should be corseted as tightly as possible. As she had said, 'Not only will it help shape him, but it will restrict his movement and as an added bonus, make him extremely uncomfortable.'

Deborah had readily agreed at the time, but now that it came to the actual fitting of the corset she was having second thoughts. Because she needed to keep him secured to the bed, at least for the time being, she had to undo the corset completely and maneuver him into position over it before beginning the labourious task of lacing the garment up.

But the tighter she pulled the laces, the more Elliot groaned, and that made the whole effort worthwhile.

By the time she finally reached the bottom of the corset, she had pulled her husband's waist in by almost six inches giving him quite a shapely feminine figure. Next came the black stockings which she rolled up then slid over his feet and up to his knees.

She picked up a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes with 3 inch heels and ankle straps. "Remember these?" She asked grinning.

Since he showed no sign of recognition she enlightened him. "Livy told me she had you try them on a couple of weeks ago."

As he thought about it, Elliot had vague recollections of trying on several pairs of high heels. He also remembered being quite drunk at the time and being told it was something to do with Olivia buying shoes for her gay boyfriend who had the same size feet as Elliot. So it was no surprise that Deborah was able to strap the shoes onto his feet without too much trouble.

Finally, Deborah was confident she could control him, restricted as he was by the tight corset and the high heels. Not forgetting the fact that his wrists were bound behind him and she had the ultimate deterrent of the zapper. So unclipping the lead, she permitted him to stand up. Standing behind him as he wobbled to remain upright, she slid her hand between his legs and pulled the wires and plastic box through. Out of sheer mischief she pulled the wires up between his bum cheeks, then taped the box on the inside of his corset out of sight.

She was now able to pull a pair of black satin panties up his legs to help hold his wired manhood in place between his legs. After pulling his stockings up and attaching them to the corset, she turned him to face her and reached down to make final adjustments to his surprising little breasts, formed as they were by the tight corset.

Stepping back to examine him, she was amazed at how effective and feminine the black ensemble was, from the shoes to the stockings and panties and last but by no means least, the black satin and lace corset.

Next came the make up, Elliot had been surprisingly quiet during the whole dressing sequence but once he knew what she was planning next, he actually tried to make a run for the door only to be stopped painfully by a quick zap after which he sat down relatively peacefully and allowed her to begin work on his face. Luckily he'd already had a shave and didn't have a very heavy beard at the best of times.

After applying the foundation she gave his cheek bones a little extra colour to emphasise them. Then came the eye make up, black mascara on his lashes, both top and bottom. Followed by light and darker shades of blue eye shadow on his eyelids. A few wayward hairs were plucked from his eyebrows before they were defined more clearly by means of an eyebrow pencil.

Finally came the crowning glory, quite literally. The ladies had discussed ways to keep a wig on his head and Deborah had jokingly suggested a glue which dried with a rubber finish. To her surprise Olivia had said that was perfect since it would allow them time to adjust it before it became fixed. Deborah produced the long blonde wig.

"What are you going to do with that?" Elliot enquired.

"Well duh," Deborah mocked, "I'm putting it on your head of course, where else?"

For some reason and despite all that had been done to him thus far, Elliot refused to allow the wig anywhere near his head. In fact Deborah had to resort to the zapper to persuade him before she could begin to apply the glue.

Once zapped though, he reluctantly accepted his fate and sat quietly while she spread on the glue and then pulled the wig into position. One final adjustment and she decided his transformation was complete. Then stepping back she admired her creation.

"I have to say Elliot, you really do look amazing. If I didn't know it was you I'd swear you were a female even though, obviously, I know you aren't. I mean, you look like one but, well, you aren't one are you because you still have all your parts and a deep voice and all that stuff, but apart from that you do look like a female."

Elliot was almost relieved when she finished ranting as he said to her, "So what happens now?"

"Well we have to finish dressing you of course." Deborah shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which actually, it probably was.

She pulled a short black dress from the final bag and held it for Elliot to step into. She pulled it up over his behind and zipped it up at the back squealing with delight as she saw just how perfectly it fitted. Not only was it the right length, showing just a hint of stocking top, but it was just low enough to expose his tiny cleavage to its best advantage. It was also tight enough to give him a superb figure thanks in great part to the tight corset.

Getting him to spin round she declared him finished and clapped her hands in delight. "I told Livy I'd be able to do it." She almost shouted. "She didn't think I would but I said you would be a pushover and sure enough you were."

While Elliot was furious to hear she had such a low opinion of him, there was little he could do at the moment so he just fumed quietly to himself as his wife gloated about her victory over him.

"Okay," He asked finally, "When does Olivia arrive?"

"Oh no, Livy isn't coming here, we're going there."

"You can't be serious, do you really think I'm going to wander meekly across town to Olivia's place and then quietly saunter in as though nothing unusual had happened?"

"Well…yes I suppose I do, although I do have one small question, what does saunter mean."

"It means stroll in, what the FUCK are you saying? What difference does it make what saunter means, the fact is I'm not fucking well leaving this house dressed like this, I don't give a shit how many times you zap me with that thing, do you understand?"

"Well yes, now you've explained it I understand, but why didn't you just say stroll? Were you trying to make me look stupid?"

Elliot stared in disbelief, it was as if he'd said nothing after explaining the word saunter, Deborah seemed oblivious to anything else he'd said. He watched as she carefully pulled her red dress back on and struggled with the zip. For one minute he thought she was actually going to ask him to help, but then she reached over and pulled the zip up, then checked her make up and hair one last time.

"I want to look my best for Livy don't I?" She smiled.

Taking the dog lead from the bed, she clipped it back on Elliot's collar and began pulling him towards the door. He resisted but it was all he could do to stand in the high heels, let alone pull against a surprisingly strong and determined foe.

Even so he continued to resist until eventually Deborah became annoyed and pressed the button on the remote. Holding it for an extended period she watched as Elliot doubled over in pain and almost fell to the floor, his tight corset being the only thing to keep him upright.

"Now look what you've done," She snapped, "You've made me all angry and you know how much I hate that."

She pulled again on the lead, this time her husband followed meekly.

"You know, it's quite amazing," She chatted as they walked down the stairs. "Livy said I would never be able to do it, she said I should let her take you to her place and let her dress you up. It seems she's something called a dom, I think that means she likes to boss people around. She said I was a sub, I think that means I'm a subject or something, I'm not really sure, but basically I like to be told what to do, I'm not sure that's true, but I do like it when she takes control so maybe she's right."

"She didn't say what you are, but we'll be at her place soon and I'm sure if you ask her she'll tell you." As they reached the door she took her keys from her purse and unlocked it then threw it open.

"Please don't make me do this." Elliot begged. "You've made your point now why not just untie me and I'll get out of your life forever."

"Well that would be no fun, this is the exciting part, letting other people see you."

"But what if some of my mates see me, how will I live it down?"

"Oh don't worry about that, I've done such a great job of changing you, I very much doubt if any of them would recognize you. But if you like we can go via the pub and you can show them your new outfit."

"NO, for pity's sake Deborah, please don't do that."

"Oh okay, but if you change your mind just say so." She grinned leading him out of the house and over to the car.

"I think I'd better drive don't you?" She laughed and opened the passenger door for him.

Elliot considered making a run for it but decided he wouldn't get far and anyway, what would he do if he did escape, dressed as he was and with his hands bound securely. He climbed into the car and his wife clicked his seat belt around him before going round to the driver's side.

When she climbed into the driver's seat she reached over and unclipped his lead before turning the key in the ignition. Once they were moving, Elliot began to relax slightly, with luck they would not be seen by anyone he knew and they would have an uneventful journey. Unfortunately for him, Deborah had other ideas. She was in a playful mood and much to Elliot's horror he was soon to learn just how playful.

In the distance he could see several teenage boys walking down the street. He didn't give them much thought until he realized they were slowing down.

"What are you doing?" He asked his wife in horror.

"I thought I'd just check if any of these nice boys could direct me to Livy's place." She giggled. Then she reached over and, without warning, pulled Elliot's skirt up to expose his stocking tops and the smallest glimpse of naked flesh above them.

"Stop, please Deborah pull it back down." He pleaded, as they neared the boys.

"Oh come on Elliot, let them have a little thrill." She giggled again and pulling over just in front of them she lowered the power window on Elliot's side of the car then leaned across to look out at them.

"Excuse me boys, could you direct us to Waverley Street please." She asked sweetly.

One of the boys, Elliot guessed he was about 13, leaned on the window and asked, "What's it worth?"

The other boys were whispering to each other and before Deborah had time to reply they pushed the youngest of their company forward.

"Excuse me lady, are you on the game?" He asked naively. The more worldly boys all burst into laughter and he looked confused by this not sure what he'd asked.

Deborah smiled her sweetest smile at the boy and replied, "No sweetheart I'm not, but my friend here is."

Elliot, who was already doing everything he could to ignore the boys, now glared in horror at his wife.

The boy who had spoken first pushed himself back to the window and demanded, "How much do you charge?"

"She's very expensive, as you can see she's really beautiful and has a great body." Deborah replied, trying very hard not to laugh.

The boy looked Elliot over critically, "Not bad I s'pose, nice legs, but the tits are a bit small for my liking. Why doesn't she answer anyway? And what's she doing with her arms behind her back?"

Deborah thought quickly, "Errrm, she's not allowed to speak without permission from her owner and she has to keep her hands behind her because they're tied together."

"That's rubbish, nobody owns people," claimed the self appointed leader. "And you aren't allowed to tie people up. Go on, show us."

"You're much too clever for me." Deborah laughed. "Anyway, we've got to go, see you boys."

With that she closed the window and drove off. As soon as they rounded the corner she pulled over again since she was hardly able to see for the tears of laughter in her eyes, and the sight of Elliot glaring at her in anger only made her laugh more.

Finally, Deborah was able to control herself and they continued on their journey. Sadly for Elliot, they had only travelled a couple of minutes when once again Deborah pulled over to the side of the road and lowered his window.

Hi Dave how are you?" She called.

A good looking guy turned and walked over to the car crouching beside the door to look across at Deborah. Elliot was petrified since this brought him within a few feet of his own face. Amazingly Dave appeared not to notice him as he looked through the car at Deborah.

"Hi Deb' how are you?" He asked, appearing genuinely pleased to see her. At any other time this would have bothered Elliot, but right now he was only interested in escaping, hopefully without being recognized.

"I'm great thanks Dave, what about you, has any lady snapped you up yet?"

"Not likely, you know you're the only woman in my life, speaking of which, where's that reprobate husband of yours? Down the pub I suppose."

"No I don't think so Dave, I think he was having a change of routine today." She replied, smiling at Elliot as she did so.

"We are talking about Elliot here aren't we?" Dave asked in feigned surprise. "The same Elliot who for as long as I can recall has spent Saturday at the pub." Not waiting for a reply he continued, "Personally, I think he's out of his mind, if you were my wife they'd have to drag me kicking and screaming away from you or I'd be with you 24 hours a day."

"Well if I ever decide to change men I'll be sure to look you up Dave."

"I'll keep you to that, Elliot just doesn't realise how lucky he is. By the way, aren't you going to introduce me?" He nodded towards Elliot.

"Oh I'm sorry, Dave this is Eli.... errmm yes Eli, Eli this is Dave, a good friend of my husband's."

Elliot gave Dave the briefest of nods and a fake smile, then continued looking straight ahead. Dave offered to shake hands but obviously Elliot was incapable of doing so in his present predicament.

"Sorry Dave, she's been complaining about cold hands all day and she's in a crappy mood now so we'd better get going. Great to see you again, and don't be such a stranger." As she pulled away from the kerb she glanced at Elliot and snapped, "You know, you were really rude to Dave, you could at least have spoken to him."

Elliot stared at her in disbelief then burst out with, "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?" But before he had the chance to continue his abuse, Deborah produced the remote and gave him a long very painful zap which, apart from the cry of pain, silenced him.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, Elliot managed to calm down, encouraged by the sight of the remote on the seat next to his wife.

Eventually he spoke calmly, "Does Dave always flirt with you like that?"

"Usually yes." Deborah replied, unaware of any problem even though Elliot was silent for the rest of the journey.

They arrived at Olivia's place without further incident. Although riding up to her floor they had to share the lift with an elderly lady, but Deborah decided not to bother her, much to Elliot's relief.

Eventually she pressed Olivia's bell and the door was opened almost immediately by a tall, shapely, raven haired beauty wearing tight fitting jeans and figure hugging sweater. Her high heels exaggerated her already imposing height.

"I was beginning to think you'd got yourself in trouble." She pulled Deborah to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. Deborah returned the kiss much to Elliot's disappointment.

Only as they separated did Olivia notice Elliot. "OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed walking slowly around the captive man.

"You did it, you really did it. I'm so proud of you and I'm sorry I had any doubts. And what a fantastic job you've done, if I didn't know, there's no way I would have picked that this is Elliot, or a man for that matter. In fact I'd be surprised if anyone else could tell."

Deborah took Olivia by the arm and led her into the apartment, belatedly tugging at the re-attached lead on Elliot's collar to encourage him to follow. As they walked she regaled her with the tail of the brief but eventful journey over. By the time they sat down Olivia was laughing hysterically and poor Elliot was blushing at the memory of the trip.

Once they'd calmed down, and Deborah had delighted her with a blow by blow description of Elliot's transformation complete with photographs, Olivia finally turned her attention to Elliot.

"So Elliot, oh sorry it's Eli now isn't it?" Both women laughed at this. "Anyway, how are you enjoying being a woman, we decided it was a fitting punishment for what you did to us. Although I have to admit it was all worthwhile since I would have never met this wonderful woman if it hadn't been for you." She smiled at Deborah and kissed her on the forehead as she spoke.

"Anyway, I suppose you're curious about what happens now?"

Elliot was actually very nervous about what might happen, particularly since his arms were still bound very securely behind him and he had a very good idea of just what the women, Olivia in particular, were capable of. However he managed to hide his feelings with an almost blank expression as he simply nodded his head in reply.

"Well as you can see I'm already packed." She indicated the suitcases by the door. Deborah gave a tiny squeal of delight and hugged her.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to hear that I'm moving in with you. Or to be more specific, I'm moving in with Deb. You on the other hand will be moving into the spare room, that's assuming you decide to accept our offer." She added.

"Which is?" Elliot asked, trying hard to sound indifferent.

"Well since you obviously enjoy wearing women's clothing, and as an added bonus look so good in them, we've decided to let you serve as our maid. After all you wouldn't expect either of us to do our own cooking and cleaning would you, well not when there are perfectly good maids like you around. Anyway, that's the offer, we're going home now, and we'll drop you off somewhere on the way..."

"Now just wait a minute." Elliot demanded.

Olivia picked up the zapper and asked, "How did you say this worked Debs?" Elliot yelped in pain and bent over slightly. "Oh I see, it really works well doesn't it?" She pressed the button once again before continuing.

"Now that I have your attention Eli, I'll say again, we'll drop you off somewhere along the way home and if you decide you want to join us, you can make your way home. Just remember, if you do come home you'll begin service as our maid immediately and will no longer have any rights whatsoever in the house."

Deborah spoke for the first time, "I really hope you decide to join us Eli, I think it would be fun having you around."

"Anyway," Olivia said getting to her feet, "There's no point in hanging around here any more, and the sooner we get going the sooner we find out what Eli has decided. As they walked out of the apartment she turned to Elliot and added, "Look on the bright side Eli, if you decide not to join us, you'll have no trouble finding a good looking guy to put you up for a night or two." The women laughed as they once again led their captive to the car this time sitting him in the back.

It seemed the women had already discussed where they intended to leave Elliot, because Deborah drove them straight to the pub. Pulling into the car park, they convinced him, with a mixture of zapping and pulling on his lead, to climb out of the car. To his relief they didn't insist that he enter the pub, instead pushing him through the rear gate which led to the outside toilets.

Deborah loosened his bonds enough that he would be able, with a little effort, to free himself. Then they left him in the courtyard, leaving by the gate they entered.

"Oh and Eli," Olivia showed him a padlock, "Just in case you were planning on somehow making an escape through here without giving the gentlemen inside the pleasure of a viewing."

They pulled the gate closed, and his stomach dropped as he heard the padlock snap onto the bolt leaving him with no alternative but to leave via the pub.

He quickly released himself and headed, after a few seconds thought, for the ladies toilet where he spent the next half hour trying to decide how to get out and where in fact he was going to go.

He had just made up his mind to at least get out of the toilet and braced himself before walking out into the courtyard. As he did so someone came out of the pub and Elliot looked down at his feet, terrified that it might be someone he knew.

Unfortunately for him it was, "Eli, is that you? I didn't know you drank here, I've never seen you in this place before." Dave remarked pleasantly. "Who are you with, I might know them?"

Elliot made a snap decision and turned to face Dave. "It's me you stupid prick, Elliot."

"Elliot," He stared open mouthed for, what seemed to Elliot to be, an eternity, then burst out with. "I had no idea you were into cross dressing, you're not a fag are you?"

"No I'm fucking not and nor am I into cross dressing." He continued.

"Well you could have fooled me," Dave laughed, "In fact you did, you look really hot you know." He reached out to touch Elliot's hair and Elliot pulled away.

"I told you, I'm not a shirt lifter or anything like that, bloody Deborah did this to me after finding out about me and Olivia. What's more, they've thrown me out and will only let me back if I promise to be their maid."

"Are you going to do it?" Dave asked.

"What do you think?" Elliot demanded, "Hey, do you still have a spare room at your place?"

"Yes why?"

"Well I thought you could put me up for a couple of days till I find somewhere permanent. Anyway I think it's the least you can do after the way you carried on with Deborah this afternoon." Elliot continued.

Dave looked a little embarrassed as he recalled his outrageous flirting with Elliot's wife. "Well okay, but no sneaking into my room tonight. He laughed and ducked into the gent's toilet before Elliot could react.

As they walked out through the bar, Dave whispered to Elliot, "Hey, any chance of holding hands as we go through the bar, It would do my reputation the world of good to be seen with a hot babe like you." Elliot pulled his hand away as Dave reached for it, and walked as quickly as possible through the bar, followed by the stares of admiration from most of the males, and an equal number of dirty looks from the female clientele.

He rushed over to Dave's car and waited what seemed an interminable length of time for him to arrive.

"Come on hurry up." He insisted in a loud whisper, "What the hell have you been doing?"

"Boasting about the fact I pulled you, what else?" Dave laughed opening the door for his companion.

As they drove to Dave's place, Elliot told him in some detail about exactly what Deborah had done to him and Dave inserted an occasional 'Oww that must have hurt,' or 'What did you say?' When he reached the part about Olivia, Dave said "I never trusted that woman, she always made me nervous whenever she came in the pub. Just the way she looked at me, in fact the way she looked at every man, as if she wanted to beat the crap out of them or something."

They pulled into Dave's driveway and Elliot raced up to the door before any of the neighbours saw him. As soon as they went in, he began pulling his clothes off.

Dave laughed, "I didn't realize you were so hot, so to speak."

"I just want to get out of this bloody corset, I can hardly breath in it. Do you have anything I can wear?" He asked as his dress fell to the floor.

"I think I have a pair of jeans that will fit you, we're about the same size, I'm not sure about shoes though, I think your feet might be a bit bigger than mine, but we'll see anyway."

"Shit," Elliot exploded, "The bitch has tied this in a knot. Can you give me a hand to undo this Dave?" He indicated the lace at the back of the corset.

"Yes okay, but don't get any ideas." Dave joked as he reached out and began the task of untying the knots. "I'll tell you what, this is really good gear, these things aren't cheap you know."

"How do you know?" Elliot asked him.

"I bought one for Jodie, you remember? That chick that lived with me for a while. Anyway it was nothing like this quality and it still cost me a packet."

"Oh yes, whatever happened to that girl, I thought you two were going to settle."

Dave shrugged, we couldn't live together, I annoyed her, she annoyed me, you know how it is? But if was fun for a while. There you go, you can pull it off yourself." He stepped away and watched as Elliot pulled the corset off with a sigh of relief.

"I have to admit, and I'll kill you if you tell anyone I said this, these stockings do feel great when your legs are shaved, and the knickers feel a lot softer than any underpants I've ever worn."

He folded the clothes up carefully, "I'll decide what I'm going to do with these later. Now, how the hell do I get this make up off?"

It was almost 7.00 pm when Olivia and Deborah were roused from their afternoon lovemaking by the insistent ringing of the doorbell.

Olivia pulled on her dressing gown and hurried to open the door. "Well, well, look who it is." She said with genuine surprise. "You'd better come in."

"Ermm, I thought you might like these back." The clothes were folded carefully and contained in a paper bag.

"DEB, COME DOWN HERE A SECOND WILL YOU," Olivia called from the bottom of the stairs.

"What is it?" She asked as she walked down the stairs to join them.

"It seems we've found ourselves a maid." Olivia said.

"Oh that's great." Deborah clapped her hands in delight as she skipped into the lounge room. "Elliot I'm so glad you....Dave, where's Elliot, I don't understand." She looked at Olivia for an explanation.

"Dave very kindly returned the clothes Elliot was wearing, I assume you met him at the pub did you?" Dave nodded nervously. "And he told you what had happened to him?" She didn't wait for a response. And since you knew he wouldn't be considering our generous offer to train him as our maid, you decided you'd apply for the position yourself?"

"No Olivia, I just thought you'd want these..." Olivia held up her hand for silence and he stopped speaking immediately.

"Two rules Dave, first, don't ever lie to either of us, and second, whenever you address either of us you will refer to us as Mistress. Is that understood?"

Dave nodded silently.

"Now, let's start again," Olivia continued, "Do you wish to apply for the maid's position?"

Dave stared at his feet as he replied, "Yes please Mistress."

"Excellent, can you cook?" She continued.

"Yes Mistress." Dave replied.

"Good, go into the kitchen and prepare dinner for Deborah and me, then, while we enjoy our meal, you can go home and put your affairs in order. I expect you back here within 2 hours, oh and don't bother to bring any clothing, you won't be needing any men's clothes from now on. Well, what are you waiting for, the kitchen's through there."

Dave jumped to his feet and ran through the door, as he checked through the cupboards to find ingredients for a meal he whistled quietly to himself. He was certain Elliot would be happy to take over his lease for the apartment, and he was equally sure that his new 'employers' wouldn't object to his obsession with cleanliness the way Jodie had. What a perfect day this had turned into.

 

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