This is a story I have been working on lately, anyone want to give me some ideas on where to go next?
"A Work in Progress" by bdfan
Diana and Colin where a happy couple in their late twenties. Diana was about 5'9" height and 130 lbs. She had straight brown hair that complimented her brownish hazel eyes. In an attempt to exude professionalism at her job, she often tried to disguise her womanly beauty by wearing her hair in a bun, using glasses instead of contacts and covering her freckles with makeup. She often wore pant suits instead of dresses or skirts but still elected to wear heels because she felt they might help make her appearance more powerful. Diana worked in the accounting division of an office in the city and she was already aspiring to a manager's position. Colin and Diana met at the office; Colin worked in the Marketing division. Colin was much less serious than Diana; he had concentrated more on having fun than aspiring in his career but he was successful none the less. Colin was a bit of a ladies man which is partly the cause for the two meeting. Diana was not the type to ever let anything come between her and her career but Colin was very persistent until Diana finally loosened up and agreed to go on a date with him. Colin had blond hair and a boyish face. Even though Colin fell short on the chiseled looks that Diana preferred, he did have a solid stomach and tight butt which is what attracted Diana. Later, she began to like his relaxed personality and enjoyed how he was able to pry her away from her constant seriousness.
The two had been together for nearly two years. They got along really well and their sex life was still progressing rather than digressing like with some couples. Because things were going so well, they had recently agreed to purchase a place in the suburbs to share. Most of their friends cringed at the fact that they were taking such a risk: splitting the purchase of a place like that before they were married. But the two felt differently: they were at the point where they would probably be considering marriage but they agreed they would rather spend their money on a house first.
They had been in the house for a couple months now and were enjoying it immensely. They both had their own spaces to work on their hobbies and they had a large yard to enjoy in the summers. Their sex life was as hot and steamy as ever and they had now christened just about every room in the house with some fantastic sex adventure. Everything was going great until this week…
This week, Colin had been kicked out of the house and was staying on his friends couch. It all started when Colin was joking with his friends at work. As previously mentioned, Colin was a bit of a ladies man and also a joker. He was with his friends in the lunch room at the office where he and the boys usually spent their lunches joking and talking about men's stuff. Even though this was mostly inappropriate for the office, most people were used to them and turned a cheek during lunch time. But one day that week, there was an, off the wall comment that Colin made to one of the cute new girls. The girl heard the comment out of context and was very offended by it. Colin later apologized and expected a typical verbally reprimanding by the boss. However, in this case, the girl was the daughter of one of the big wigs from a sister office across the city. The complaint went up very high and cost Colin his job that day; not to mention, brought extreme embarrassment upon Diana. On his way home, Diana called Colin angrily demanded he not even to set foot in the house which is what brings him to the current situation.
Colin had been calling Diana all week attempting to apologize. He had filled up the answering machine with apologies and he even tried writing letters. She never answered him and he was extremely distraught. He would never mean to hurt her and he felt like a complete idiot; he wished he could go back in time to fix it but he couldn’t.
After about a week, Diana finally answered a call and proceeded to cuss Colin out and then hung up on him. This would detour most people but Colin saw it as a positive sign that she finally answered so he remained persistent. He was right: she answered him again the next day, "What do you want?!?" "Please baby, I am so sorry…" he went on. They went on for minutes: him profusely apologizing and explaining while she bickered back "Why would you do that… Why are you so stupid… Why cant you be more responsible… What am I supposed to do with this house now?" He responded with more reassurances and finally he proclaimed, "I will do anything to make it work again, please let me try baby." She barked back, "Ughh, I fuckin hate you right now… call me on Sunday."
Colin called Diana on Sunday at 1 pm, still hopeful that she would be willing to work something out. "Hello," she said in a deep scratchy voice. Colin could tell she was hung over, no doubt, from a late night out with the girls. "It's me babe." "Listen, I really want to make this up." "I love you very much." She responded, "OK; well, I had a little bit to think about it and I think there are some things you might be able to do." "Baby, I will do anything!" He exclaimed. "OK, since your brain resembles that of a childish little boy, some of what I propose is punishment so that your simple mind can wrap itself around the gravity of what you have done." "I also propose to let you in the house if you will agree to look for jobs all day while also completing a daily list of duties to make up for the fact that I am now paying double rent," she responded. "OK, babe I will do anything," he said again. "Good, be at home before I get out of work tomorrow; I will have a list waiting for you."
Colin arrived at the house 9AM the next day and found a letter on the dining table; it read as follows:
Colin, I have thought long and hard about your actions and our relationship. I cannot deny the love I feel for you; however, there are certain parts of your personality that need some definite work if we are to continue. As I have said; even though you are an intelligent person, sometimes I feel that your mind functions like a little boy with regards to your maturity. I have also previously tried to hint at the fact that I am sometimes disgusted by how you objectify woman especially when I should be the only woman of your thoughts. There are other flaws I could discuss but these two are of the most concern to me.
When the two flaws are addressed as a package, it makes it very difficult for me to develop a fitting punishment for your actions that will also force you to address the flaws. You may find the solution I have developed a bit strange but my hope is that you will embrace the opportunity I am providing you with enthusiasm. I hope you will actually see this as a learning exercise and not just a task to complete so that you can appease me.
I have decided that you must be taught what it is like to be objectified. For this teaching to take hold considering your personality, I think this teaching must involve you actually being objectified so that you can see what it is like. Alongside this exercise, you will also complete a daily list of chores which will help slightly offset the added expenses I will now be paying for this house.
Without further adieu, I have set out a set of work clothes in the bedroom which you will ware while completing the list of chores. The clothes selected are part of this exercise and you must ware them the entire day until I get home. Don’t even think of trying to sneak out of this detail as I will be taking my lunch brakes during random times this week and I may decide to come by and check up on you. I also expect all the chores to be done before 5pm every day. Once I am home, you will continue to serve my needs until it is time for bed. This exercise will continue until you find a job or I feel you have learned the lesson. You will find today's list on the back of this letter, I will see you a little after 5pm.
It seemed simple enough to Colin so he set the letter down and naively went to the bedroom to get the work clothes so he could get started on the long list. Once he reached the bedroom door, he abruptly halted with a shocked look on his face as he saw the outfit lying on the bed. Carefully arranged on the bed was a complete outfit comprised of intimate woman's apparel. She can't be serious, he thought; but thinking back on the words in the letter, he slowly realized it was serious.
Colin had never dressed in drag except for one or two Halloween parties where it was mostly as a joke. He held the main part of the outfit up to look at it: it was a novelty maid's uniform made from black PVC with white frilly lace around the skirt, neck and sleeves. He chuckled a little bit but then realized Diana wouldn’t be intending it as a joke. "Whatever," he thought, "how big of a deal could it be?" He didn’t want to waste time and he was curious to see where this was going so he striped and began to dress in the clothes she had set out. First he put on the matching black lace bra and panties. The braw was slightly padded and fit tightly on him; it shaped his defined pecks into a set of A-cups at best. The underwear was the type with the thick band around the hips; if it had been any other type, his member would have been falling out the side. The underwear was also tight fitting and was uncomfortable for his genitals which didn’t fit in front so he was forced to tuck them underneath. Next he slid the PVC maids outfit up his legs. He had to pull hard to get it over his hips. Once it was up to his waist, he slipped his arms through the short frilly sleeves and then pulled it up over his chest. He then started to pull on the zipper which was in back above the butt; it didn’t budge. He wiggled around and was able to get the zipper to slide up a few inches; it was very tight around the waist. He then tried to exhale completely while giving a few more tugs; it worked. He slid the zipper to his mid back and now he couldn’t reach to zip it any further. He sat on the bed and thought for a little bit and then had an idea. He picked up his shoe and unlaced it. Then he looped the lace through the zipper and pulled it up over his head. As he squirmed about, the zipper slowly worked its way up to the top of his back. He began to breathe again as he removed the shoe lace. Next he put on the costumes matching collar which buckled snugly behind the neck; it was black with the same white frilly lace on top and bottom. He also put the matching bonnet on his head and buckled the white frilly apron around his waist. He then rolled the dark black stockings up his legs and clipped them into the costumes built in garters. Lastly, he put on the black chunky heeled shoes which he recognized as they were a pair Dianna sometimes wore. 'Thank god they weren’t stilettos" he thought as he forced them on. They were very tight but still fit as Colin had smaller feet for his size. When he was done, he stood up from the bed and turned to look at himself in the mirrored closet door. The tight outfit had slimed his waist by at least 3 inches and pushed whatever small amount of fatty skin down to his butt or up to his pecks. His stomach was no longer defined and manly, it was now slim, smooth and feminine. His two most manly features were now disguised and if it weren’t for his short hair and the slightly visible leg hair beneath the dark stockings, he might be mistaken for a woman with only slightly athletic features. This was a bit intriguing to Colin; ultimately however, he felt somewhat ridiculous in the costume. He didn’t understand why this was part of the lesson and just regarded it as a cruel move.
Colin had already spent about a half hour getting dressed and he figured he had wasted enough time so he stopped messing around in front of the mirror and decided to get started on the list of chores. He walked in the heels very cautiously down the stairs and back to the dining table and was forced to feel very feminine. He picked up the letter and read the list which was short but still daunting.
Look for work – send applications – 3 hrs
Clean both bathrooms and kitchen
Organize shed
Make dinner
It was now almost 10AM so he decided he would tackle the hardest thing first which was organizing the shed. He didn’t like the idea of this because her instructions specifically stated that he was to wear the outfit during all the work and the shed was in a somewhat public view. He didn’t want to take up any more time and wanted to follow the instructions perfectly so that Diana would take him back so he didn’t consider changing clothes or trying to cover the outfit. He peered out several different windows of the house, looking for neighbors and planning the most discreet path to the shed. He didn’t see anyone in any of the other yards but unfortunately, he could not see into any of the other houses windows. Without knowing if anyone could be looking out at any given time, he decided a quick and direct path would be the best. The yard was fenced and had a few medium sized trees which he hoped would provide some cover. He mustered up the courage, opened the sliding door and began a hurried hustle with short quick steps toward the shed. He felt very naked as he trotted along until he reached the shed. He unbolted it, swung open the door, hurried inside and slammed the door behind him. It was completely dark so he slowly cracked the door and peered out. There were no windows with a view so he left it cracked, allowing a beam of sunlight to illuminate the space. He looked around; the shed was a mess; this was going to take longer than he planned.
Colin spent a couple hours sorting out all the small items and putting them on the shelves that were bolted to the walls. It was taking him even further time because he had to tiptoe around all the sharp or pointy lawn equipment being carful not to scrape his nearly bare legs. Even with all the care he took, he had already developed several runs in the stockings on his legs. It must be sometime around noon, he thought. He was getting hungry and the shed was getting hot, especially due to the poor venting with the door nearly closed. He should have taken care of most of the larger or heavier items first, he thought; his feet were starting to hurt from wearing the uncomfortable heels.
He spent another half hour or so dragging all the larger items around the shed. By the time he was done, he was moist with sweat due to the heat and poorly ventilated costume. His gentiles were also now extremely uncomfortable in the tight and wet lace underwear. As he hurried to bolt the shed and head back to the house, his sore gentiles forced his short stepped hustle into more of a hobble. When he reached the house he was relieved by the feeling of the cool air conditioning as he entered the door. Colin closed the glass door behind him and noticed a new card on the dining table. He walked over and read it:
Colin, I am glad to see you so enthusiastically working at my tasks. I took the liberty of removing some of the items from the house that you will not need for the next week. See you after 5.
It was now a little before 1PM, She must have been here during lunch hour he thought. Thinking she would no longer be returning till 5PM, he carefully removed the heels from his sore feet. He didn’t want to push his luck with Diana but he was in much discomfort. He also wanted desperately to get out of the tight and sticky outfit. He headed to the room to change; even if could get a couple hours of relief, it would be worth the risk. When he got there, his original clothes were missing. He proceeded to check the dressers and closet; all his clothes were gone. That must have been what she took, he thought. So then he decided he would just slip out of the outfit and remain naked for a while. He pulled on the zipper; it didn’t move. He pulled harder; it moved a half an inch and simply wouldn’t go any further. When he looked at it in the mirror he noted that it was a funny shaped zipper and appeared to have been modified with some sort of locking mechanism. He was able to zip it up but it would not work in the reverse direction. He then tried to remove the underwear but it was to far up under the tight skirt to get his gingers around it and he would have to leave it. He tried removing the collar but it too had some sort of sneaky locking mechanism. He was locked inside the uncomfortable costume. At the idea of this, his member bulged a bit in the tight underwear but was restricted from growing. He thought he could cut the outfit but then he wouldn’t be able to put it back on later. He decided to leave it, and instead, went into the bathroom to try to clean up. He dried the sweat off his arms legs and face. He opened the cabinet to get some deodorizer; none of his stuff was there. He was then forced to use some of Diana's body spray instead. He sprayed it on himself, it was very feminine smelling but it was better than the alternative.
Now slightly refreshed but still uncomfortable he decided to make some lunch. He went to the kitchen with the intention to whip up something easy. He could not find any TV dinners or snacks or anything that wasn’t a whole food. He then saw that the recipe book was set out on the counter and at that moment he realized Diana intended this to happen. He flipped open the book; there was a note stuck in the book that said "Monday Dinner". He opened to the page; it was a chicken pasta. It would probably take at least a half hour to cook, he thought, and he was running out of time. He decided, he would have to skip lunch.
He spent a couple hours on the internet searching for jobs and applying for them using his "Talent Bank" account. It was now 3:30PM, he hadn’t quite put in the 3 hrs she demanded but he would have to stop early in order to complete the other tasks in time. He decided he would clean the bathrooms first and then clean the kitchen while he was cooking, that way he could save more time. He searched through all the cupboards and realized that this task was also purposefully made more difficult for him. All he could find was a bucket, small hand brush, scrubbing sponge and a few different types of cleaning soap.
He started in the upstairs bath. He cleaned the shower and the sink first which were pretty easy. He then was forced to get on his hands and knees as he scrubbed the floor and toilet by hand with the little brush. Not only was he being forced to clean things Diana often took care of, he was on his hands and knees and he began to feel a little like a lowly slave. While he sat in front of the toilet scrubbing away and trapped in the maids outfit, he glanced at himself in the mirrored shower door. If he had been putting Diana through this, it would have been a huge turn on for him. He thought about that through her perspective and he was again, made uncomfortable by the bulging member trapped under the lace and PVC.
After repeating the same process for the downstairs bath, it was now 4:30PM. He then went to the kitchen where he proceeded to start making dinner. He followed the recipe book for the chicken pasta that Diana selected. The book also gave instructions for complimenting side dishes as well. This wasn’t the first time he ever cooked and all he had to do was follow the directions; that’s easy, he thought. It wasn’t easy; he botched many steps and even had to completely start over on the pasta sauce. About the only thing he got correct was the vegetables which were now steaming. This was a lot different than the simple foods he had prepared before. It was 4:50PM by the time he had the main course on the range and it called for 20min of simmering. He knew he wouldn’t be finished with the remaining tasks in time. He left the mess on the counter and quickly began to scrub the floor, once again on his hands and knees which were now very sore.
He was about half way done and, just as he suspected, Diana arrived as he was still scrubing; he could here hear the car driving into the garage. The garage entry door opened and closed; "Colet… Have you finished the chores?" she exclaimed as she was walking down the hall towards the kitchen, her heels clacking on the tile floor. He wasn’t in any joking mood by now but he knew she was referring to him, calling him Colet, a girl's name. He didn’t answer. She arrived in the kitchen to see Colin with his hands and knees on the tile floor. When she saw him like that: wearing the tight ridiculous outfit, his stockings torn and working like a slave; the corners of her lips began to arch up almost resembling a smile. The smile never came to fruition as her anger returned and she stood with her hands on her hips. "Oh, I see that you haven’t!" she said. He wanted to complain but he knew it wasn’t his place right now so he continued scrubbing, not saying anything. He remained looking forward and avoiding eye contact; for some reason he felt shame for being in this position. "Why aren’t you wearing the whole outfit?" she continued protesting. He had totally forgotten about the shoes; he thought quickly then replied with a lie, "I only took them off for a bit." She walked behind him, stamping her heels, over to the dining table to retrieve the shoes he had left there. She returned, squatted behind him and forced them back on his feet. "Consider this your only warning; I had better never see that again." She commanded. "I'm hungry," she continued, "let's see what you have made for me." She walked in front of him, over to the stove and began inspecting the various pots containing the courses of the meal he had prepared. As she stood there, he continued washing the floor while finally glancing up at her.
She looked very beautiful today; he could tell that she had taken extra care. She was wearing a white blouse and her hair was in a bun as usual. She also elected to wear lipstick, eye liner and a skirt today, which were all rarities. It made him jealous as he stared at her argyle stockings that provided a slight mask over her wonderful legs; she never wore that kind of stuff to work. The jealousy continued building as he thought of how all the guys at her work would have enjoyed it. "Well it certainly smells good," she said. "Let's have a taste," she continued while pulling out a plate and utensils. She dished herself a portion of every course and poured herself a glass of wine. She carried her meal to the dining table and set it down. She pulled a chair behind her, set her bag on the floor and sat at the end of the table where she could watch him. "You can eat when you are all done with your work," she proclaimed as she lifted her utensils to begin to eat. As she watched him continue to work, she daintily lifted one of the steamed vegetables to her red lips with her fork, bit into it and began to chew with quick short repetition. She swallowed and spoke as she lifted her glass of wine, "A little mushy but the vegetables are OK." Not really a compliment, he thought, but it made him happy that he satisfied her, only if just a little. She took a sip of wine and continued to poke around the plate with the fork. Next, she lifted a bit of the chicken pasta to her lips. She placed it in her mouth, chewed, swallowed and spoke "well, that was mediocre at best; the chicken is overcooked while the pasta is undercooked." She took another bight and swallowed while squinting, making her disappointment apparent. She continued eating as she pulled her laptop out from her bag. She opened it and proceeded with a few spurts of typing and clicking and then sat it beside her plate. She reached down to pick up a biscuit from the plate as her eyes scanned the screen. Her eyes stopped and she looked up and exclaimed, "Colet! It says here that you only logged two and a half hours on Talent Bank today." She tried to break the biscuit looking very upset. "This biscuit is rock solid!" she yelled as she slammed it down on the plate. Now angry, she stood up grabed the plate off of the table and stomped over towards Colin who was nearly done with the floor. She squatted and nearly tossed the plate down in front of him. The plate slid on the tile until it stopped just before his knees. He peered up at her with a sorry look as she said to him, "This food is awful; eat up." "I hope you like it because its all you get tonight," she continued. He started to stand up but she grabbed his collar and forced him back to his knees while she said in an annoyed tone, "No, you can eat it right there." She turned away and walked towards the kitchen sink.
He looked down at the plate that lay before him. He was so hungry; he hadn’t eaten lunch and was working all day. He wasn’t given any utensils but he didn’t care, he grabbed the biscuit; it was hard. He was able to break it open and he used it to scoop up the pasta. He continued eating in this fashion; it really wasn’t great food but he was glad to be eating anything. As he was eating Diana began putting all the left over food in the fridge; she had a habit of staying busy when she was angry. By the time she was finished, she had cooled down and she sighed as her body relaxed. "Wow, my feet really hurt," she said as she unstrapped her heals. "Mine do too." he thought, keeping it to himself again. "Make sure you save some room for dessert," she said as she stepped out of the heels and walked into the dining room. He didn’t make any dessert, maybe she brought some, he thought as he was finishing the vegetables by slipping them off the plate and into his mouth.
Diana returned to the kitchen dragging a dining chair with one hand, her glass of wine in the other and a pad of paper under her arm. She placed the dining chair in front of Colin as he was just finishing the plate of food. She sat down facing him and crossed her legs and put the pad of paper on her lap. She pushed up her small rectangular glasses looked down at him and announced, " I said… my feat hurt." She then looked down at the pad and began to write. It was obvious to him that she wanted her feet massaged so he extended his hands to begin. "Ah, Ah," she said waving the pencil at him. "I want the full treatment, let's start with a kiss." he continued as she extended the leg that was crossed over the other. He looked down at the argyle covered foot that was in front of his mouth and then back up at Diana who was now sipping from her wine glass. "Go on," she said as she wiggled her toes inside the stockings just in front of his lips. She did have sexy feet but he could smell her body odor combined with the smell of shoe leather; there was also a slightly foul hint. He hesitated for a minute then he puckered up his lips and kissed the tips of her toes; It wasn't so bad. Trying to avoid smelling, he continued with little kisses, moving up her foot then down to her heel and back to her toes. Something about the situation made the tender bulge between his legs grow again and now hurt as it strained in the lace prison. "Now caress my foot with your tongue" she demanded as she continued to scribble away on the pad. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and cautiously touched her toes. He continued with little licks; it tasted just how it smelled. "Go on," she said, "Use your whole tongue and enjoy your dessert." He really wanted to make her happy so he stuck out his whole tongue and began licking all the way across the sole of her foot. He lifted his hand and gently supported the back of her heal as he began licking the bottoms of her toes with his full tongue. Diana then raised her other foot which Colin instinctively propped up with his other hand as he began licking it too. She pushed the soles over her feet all over his face and he continued licking until his saliva was completely saturated into the argyle stockings. As she continued smearing her feat across his face, he could not escape the smell as the foot smelling saliva evaporated off his face and went up his nose. He wished the panties under his skirt would rip open and relieve pressure of his bulging member. He wanted to tare off her clothes and shove his penis somewhere warm and wet; the frustration was driving him wild. Diana, seeing him get excited, had no intentions of such things. She then began working her toes into his mouth and then dragging them across his nose and face. He began breathing heavy and sloppily licked away. She stopped writing on the pad so she could use her full attention while she smushed one soaked foot on top of his nose and the other deep into his mouth. He let out a muffled moan while continuing to caress with his hands.
Frustrated with his enjoyment, she immediately stopped, wiped her feet on Colin's stockings and set them to the floor. She angrily scribbled one last thing on the pad and stood up proclaiming, "Well that completes your list for tomorrow." She walked over and set the list, face down, on the dining table as she said, "don't think, for a minute that I am going to give you any pleasure during this exercise." "Now, come, your going to give me a bath." She motioned to him as she headed towards the stairs. She went up the stairs as he quickly got up off his sore knees and followed her. Once in the bathroom, she pointed to the buttons on her blouse. He understood the gesture and began to unbutton the blouse. She lifted her arms as he pulled the blouse over them. Her perfect breasts fell in front of his eyes, supported by a sexy bra: one of his favorites. This was torture, he thought as he was forced to his knees by the uncomfortable throbbing member under his tight skirt. In agony, he unzipped and slipped her skirt over her supple butt and down to her ankles. She kicked it away and stood looking down at him expectantly. He then slowly pulled down the argyle stockings as she lifted one foot at a time. He knelt, looking up at here, his face right in front of her vagina. He wanted desperately even just to taste the pussy that was before him. Distressed, he had to look away as she removed her bra and let down her hair. Now naked, she stepped into the tub, bent over and started running the hot water. She slowly sat down in the quickly rising hot water and let out a sigh of relaxation as she sunk down in the hot water. Once situated, she grabbed a luffa that was hanging beside the tub, poured liquid soap on it and held it out towards Colin. Colin shuffled across the ground in pain. He retrieved the luffa from Dian's hand and began running it over her naked torso as She closed her eyes in relaxation. He washed her for several minutes and was then handed a bottle of shampoo which he poured and massaged into her long hair. Next, she had him massage her back. Then he was made to sit on the toilet seat beside the tub and shave and wash her thighs and calves, one at a time. Completed, he was now massaging her legs as she looked up and down his outfit. She commented, "I think we must do something about your disgusting body hair." She then ordered him to stop massaging, turn around and kneel beside her. She some trick with the locked zipper at his neck and proceeded to zip it down to his butt. He gasped with relief and then she told him that he could remove the costume. He hastily pushed the outfit below his hips, stood up, stepped out of the costume and then quickly removed the heels, lace underwear and stockings. His slightly purple colored member quickly unfolded and shot out from underneath him as the blood was allowed to rush into it, turning it into a more pinkish color. "Wow!" she exclaimed… "Don’t you dare touch it!" she continued, seeing one step ahead of his desires. She gestured for him to sit beside her on the edge of the tub. The warm water felt fantastic as he stepped into the tub and sat on the edge. She then proceeded to shave his legs and crotch. There was not much other hair on him except a small amount on his chest and stomach which she also shaved. "There we go Colet; that is more appropriate," she said with a smile. She then grabbed a towel, exited the tub and ordered Colin to wash himself. She told him she would return shortly with a new outfit for him and reminded him not to touch himself.
It was pleasurable enough just to finally be allowed to achieve an erection and be free of the tight outfit. He removed the remaining bra and bonnet. He had also been waiting all day to use the toilet so he did and then he began to wash himself in the shower while enjoying his erection. When he was finishing in the shower, Diana had finished dressing and returned with the new outfit and placed it on the counter. When she left, Colin got out of the shower, dried off and inspected the outfit. Included was a short sleeve frilly pink lycra top, a black leather over the bust corset with white boning and pink thigh high sheer stockings. He slipped on the top over is neck which still had the white and black collar. Then he rolled the slippery stockings up his smooth legs until their rubbery tops were at the top of his thighs. He had athletic legs and he was surprised how feminine they looked in the stockings now that they were shaved. He pulled the corset over his waist and lightly pulled the lace in back till it was snug. It wasn’t as constricting as the last outfit but tight enough to smooth out his stomach. The corset was accompanied by several straps: two which he buckled over his shoulders and several others that buckled into the rubbery top of the stockings. The new outfit was many times more feminine than the last as he looked at the very girly figure that stood before him in the mirror. He thought about the things he had been ordered to do today and realized he would have to do more tomorrow. He began to feel much more vulnerable in this outfit remembering he wouldn’t have any other clothes to wear. His member plumped up further at the thought of this. He had been wanting desperately to pleasure himself and could no longer hold back. He fell to his knees and began to touch and caress himself. His eyes focused on the sexy figure in the mirror. While his eyes were fixed on his lower half, he thought again of Diana's moist feet being shoved in his mouth and dragged across his face. It took just a moment and he was ready to cum. The door burst open as Diana yelled "I TOLD YOU…" but she cut herself short as she witnessed him cum all over himself.
"That’s it!" she yelled, "I was going to be nice to you since you tried so hard today but now you have officially pissed me off!" She stomped out of the bathroom as the realization of what he had done sunk into his brain. She returned to the room holding a shiny metal strappy device in one hand and several tiny luggage locks in the other. "Good thing I already planned for this," she said snootily. She set the items down on the counter and pulled him to his feet by his hair. She put her foot on his butt and yanked on the corset lace, pulling with all her strength. His waist was constricted many inches as he let out a gasp of air. Once as tight as possible, she buckled the corset. She then used several of the tiny locks to fix the buckles, including the ones over his shoulders and the ones holding the stockings in place. She then, grabbed the strappy device and applied one of its thin metal straps snugly around his constricted waist. Once in place she used a lock to fix it there. Hanging from this strap was another metal strap that now resided between his butt cheeks. In the middle of the strap, was a small leather padded metal pocket. She pulled the strap between his legs towards his stomach. She forced his, now deflated, genitals down into the pocket between his legs and tightly fixed the strap holding the pocket to the strap around his waist with another lock. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. "It's really tight, there is barely any room for my stuff in there," he continued wining. She ignored him and left the bathroom again as he was attempting to adjust it while standing in front of the mirror. She returned again and stood behind him while he was still rustling about. She quickly pulled something over his nose, mouth and chin. Before he could detest, the mask-like item was tightly fastened in place with a lock. He tried to speak through the mask but it held his mouth shut. He smelled the familiar smell of leather as he was forced to breath through holes that were placed in the mask over his nostrils. "That’s better," she said. "Now, come with me," she continued as she locked a long leash into his collar and tugged it as she exited the bathroom. She pulled him over to the bed and sat him on it. She rustled through the closet and returned with a pair of black and white heels that had 5 inch pointy heels. She shoved them onto his feet, buckled them around his ankles and applied a last set of locks to the buckles. She placed the key to all the locks on an anklet around her leg. Then she yanked him by the leash up off the bed and tromped out of the bedroom dragging him behind. He stumbled along while wearing the tall pointy heels as she took him down to the kitchen. She locked the leash around the handle to the stove and exclaimed, "Now, clean up this mess in the kitchen and I expect breakfast ready at 7:30AM." He made a detesting muffled sound but she ignored him as she through some pillows and blankets from the couch on the tile floor and responded, "You heard me, get to work slave." She went back up the stairs to the bedroom and shut the door. He was now all alone, trapped in his feminine prison. It was already after 10 PM and he was very tired. He cleaned the kitchen, shut off the light and tried to fashion a bed out of the pillows and blankets on the floor. As he lie on the makeshift bed, the heels, corset and metal chastity belt were all very uncomfortable but he was so tired he eventually fell asleep.
Colin was woken by the mourning sunrise as it poured in from the dining room sliding window and onto his face. Still half asleep he habitually reached down to scratch his gentiles. They were not in their usual place and he quickly prodded around to find the series of metal straps bound around his waist and crotch. He quickly remembered how he got in this situation as he began to realize a dull pain coming from his member which was trying to erect itself as it did every mourning. Of course he could not get hard, all he could feel was the pressure of his member on his testicles as the blood flowed into it. He concentrated and was able to make it subside after a few minutes but now he really needed to use the toilet. As he stood cautiously up on the heels, he looked at the clock on the stove. It was 7:03 AM; "That’s convenient," he thought. It was difficult, due to the pressure from the corset but he had to hold his bladder as he made eggs, bacon and toast for Diana. He was done by 7:24 and sat impatiently waiting for her to release him so he could use the toilet. He waited several minutes until she came down stairs. To his surprise, her hair was down and bounced delicately on her shoulders as she came down the steps. Again, it was obvious she had spent time applying her makeup which was subtly highlighted her beauty. She was wearing a tight fitting emerald green dress, black sheer stockings and black heeled ankle boots. At the sight of her, his member strained again inside the chastity device. She met him at the bottom of the stairs as he stood in discomfort and held out a glass of orange juice and the plate of food he had prepared. She took them from him and said, "That’s my girl, thank you hun." He watched the little key hanging from her ankle bounce against her stocking covered leg as she turned away and walked to the dining table. She sat down, gave him a swirl gesture with her finger and began to eat. Understanding the gesture, he turned around and began to clean, forced to hold his bladder in agony as she watched his feminized body work around the kitchen.
After taking her time, she was finally through with eating her breakfast. She left the plate on the table, stood up, grabbed her bag and walked over to Colin. She unlocked the leash from the stove, kissed Colin on the mask that covered his lips and said, "None for you sweetie, you have to watch your figure." "I will see you when I get off work," she finished as she headed to the door. After she went into the garage and got into her car, he quickly shuffled over to the 1st floor bathroom and habitually stood in front of the toilet. Realizing the mess he would make, he was forced to turn around and sit: like a girl. There was a lot of pressure under the tight chastity belt so he had to concentrate and his urine slowly trickled out from the devise. A warm stream slowly trickled down and dripped from his butt cheeks. After several minutes, he was able to almost fully drain his bladder. Filled with relief, he thought to himself, "This is going to suck if I have to keep doing this." Again, like a girl, he had to use toilet paper to wipe the urine from his butt cheeks and from the outside of the chastity belt.
After using the toilet, he went to read the list of tasks set out for him to complete today. It read:
Look for work – send applications – 3 hrs
Vacuum & dust entire house
Make dinner – See page 21 for stew
At 5pm you will go to the bedroom and use the handcuffs I have laid out to restrain your wrists and ankles to the bead posts while you lie face down. If you finish everything to my satisfaction, I will remove the chastity belt and allow you to get an erection however you won't be allowed to touch yourself. If I am dissatisfied, I will flog your ass to a degree reflecting my dissatisfaction.
To Be Continued….
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