Lad's Weekend

My wife Kate was going away and I would be left on my own for 2 days over a weekend. I had planned a few drinks at the local pub in the evening, but otherwise not much. I woke up in the morning and she was already getting everything ready for her departure. I turned over and put the pillow over my head. I had no such rush on. The next thing I knew, the pillow was pulled away.

"Go and put your metal chastity belt on."

I tried to cover my head with the duvet - she pulled that away too.

"Put it on now, and give me the key. I am not having you playing with yourself all weekend"

I had owned a CB3000 for several years and spent a considerable time locked in it. Kate didn’t share my high sex drive and we’d found that actually me being kept locked up was an ideal way of me being constantly teased without her being pestered for sex. Until I was locked up I resented the fact that she wouldn’t dress for sex and that she didn’t have any sexual fantasies. Chastity kept me constantly desperate for her and the more she denied me sex, the more desperate I became.

The metal chastity belt was something that I had bought on a whim. It had a plate at the front which made any 'access' impossible. It was secured by a metal belt with a padlock. It also had the rather humiliating effect of making ones profile very feminine – and there was no touching - in fact with it on I could not see nor feel my manhood - it was totally gone. So much for having a weekend of fun.

I put the chastity belt on, pulled it tight and locked it. There really was no escape. I threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs to joined Kate for breakfast, still dozy and not really considering the implications of what I had just done. She held out her hand and I gave her the keys - the only 2 keys in the world. Without those, I would have to cut the metal off - which since it was close to my skin would be impossible without injury.

As we sat eating our cereal, Kate suddenly spoke. "I've left your instructions on the side, do exactly as it says, or you might find yourself spending longer in that than you thought!" She smiled a little, knowing smile, which slightly worried me. I was just wondering if anyone in the pub would notice the belt under my clothes - probably not I thought. I could still have a lazy day, then go for a few beers.

After Kate left, I flipped on the radio and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was raining outside, so I thought maybe I'd just spend some time watching TV, I never usually did that – there were always so many jobs to do. This weekend I could just take it easy, it had been a long week after all so I felt that I deserved it. Anyway, Kate wouldn’t be there to moan that I was being lazy.

I picked up the note that was left for me:

I have a few jobs for you. Firstly though, have a shower and put on your best underwear - including control knickers, stockings and corset. You will be in them for some time..

I was quite taken aback. She knew that I like to dress up as my female alter-ego Lisa, but she didn't ever get involved. I read on....

Once you are properly dressed, then you need to go shopping at the Supermarket. The shopping list is below - it is the big shop, so it might take some time. Then you need to walk the dogs. I know how much you want to spend some time as Lisa, so that's fine, but on my terms.

You will then put on your pretty pink satin dress that I chose for you and get fully made up as Lisa. You will lock the dress zip with the padlock that I have left out for you. Don't close the padlock until you are sure that you have done everything right - you don't have the key and if you mess any of this up or disobey me, then the penalties are harsh. I will be checking.

Once you have done this, and look perfect, then you need to put on your ballet boots. You might want to do this downstairs so that you don't have to negotiate the stairs in them! There are also 2 smaller padlocks for the ballet boots.

Once you have complied with this note, text me pictures of the back of the dress showing the padlock and the ballet boots, showing the padlocks in place.

That's it for now, I'll be in touch.

I could not believe it. She had never done anything like this before. Immediately I was so excited and instinctively went to play with myself - smooth metal. I could feel 'it' straining under the metal, but there was no escape. With the CB3000, at least I can play with myself - it's really only self-restraint that stops me from being able to come, but now - I couldn't even touch it!

I read the note again - twice. If I complied with this I would be locked into a pink sissy dress, wearing ballet boots. I had only ever tried the boots on for an hour or so, and could barely stand in them, let alone walk. And where were the keys? I couldn't go through with this. Kate couldn't make me do this surely? But deep down, I knew that there was no escape. This is what I'd begged her for - I longed to be under her control. I craved sex with her, but she kept me locked up, knowing that made me more and more under her spell. She knew that I couldn't resist. I knew it too.

Within the hour I was walking around the supermarket, trying to walk as normally as possible with a corset laced up tightly. I had put on Lisa's best underwear as instructed. The shopping list was huge and the trolley was getting higher and higher. It must have been just a coincidence that there were so many items on the list on the bottom shelves. I could not bend, so had to kneel down on all fours to get to the bottom shelf. I was feeling more than a little self- conscious!

I'm sure that the checkout assistant could tell that something was not right. I had got so hot in the shop that I had to take my coat off - she was looking at my top. Were the bumps where the bra cups were too obvious? I blushed deeply. I felt like I was burning up. She smiled at me, a sort of knowing smile...

At last I made it home. I unpacked all of the shopping and then took the dogs out walking. I looked at the time - it was nearly 11. I was rushing as much as I could - I was so excited. I was like a moth flying at full tilt towards the flame.

When I got back, I immediately rushed upstairs to start becoming Lisa. I washed and applied some scented body lotion. I started to relax. I took a while applying my make-up as best I could, I had done it a fair few times before. I applied bright pink plumping lipstick with a clear lip-gloss and painted my nails my favourite pink. That will match my dress, I thought. Once I had completed my make-up I put on my favourite mousey-blonde bob wig.

When I was happy with the result (I am very lucky - Lisa does actually look convincing), I sprayed on a little perfume. I sighed a contented sigh. I thought of ‘madam’ (as I now thought of her) and how much I adored her. I would do anything that she asked - in fact I was so grateful to her, she was making all of my fantasies come true. It did seem a little strange though. It was so out of character that she would encourage me to become Lisa. I knew that I pestered her too much – especially when I’d been kept chaste for several weeks on end, but she had always just ignored my odd requests and had certainly never really acknowledged Lisa.   

I picked up the pink satin dress. I had gone on and on about buying a dress one night when I’d probably had a little too much to drink. I had shown Madam a web site full of ‘sissy’ dresses and although she didn’t understand why I wanted one, she had agreed as long as I made sacrifices so that I could pay for it. It wasn't cheap but that made it more special – it also had a locking zip up the back of the dress. Of course once it was locked on I could cut it off, but I never would.

The dress was all satin and lace. Completely over-the-top, with puff sleeves and a ruffled frilly petticoat. It just about covered my stocking tops - until I bent down. If I was seen out in this - well, that just couldn’t happen – I would never live it down.

I stopped thinking and stepped into the dress, pulling it up over my corseted body. It was a perfect fit as long as the corset was tight. I had a little ribbon tied to the zip up the back so that I could close the zip. As I pulled the zip up I could feel the strong lined dress gripping my body tighter - it was like madam taking over my body - controlling my every sense. I was in heaven. When the zip was fully in place, I checked the mirror. I straightened my stockings, and adjusted everything. Perfect. I picked up the first padlock, trembling slightly.

Without any more hesitation I reached behind me and threaded the padlock through the rings at the top of the dress. I pushed the hasp down 'click'. I was locked. There was no escape. My heart was pounding as I stared at the pretty little girl in front of me. I was Lisa - totally at madam's mercy now. Lisa was so happy to be alive again at last.

I picked up the white ballet boots and took them downstairs -walking instinctively in a ladylike way, I was Lisa now - my whole persona had changed. I took my phone off the window-ledge as I passed it and took that downstairs with me.

When I reached the bottom stair I sat down, tucking my skirt behind my legs and sat with my legs together, shoulders back and head straight. Without delay and as if in a trance I put on my 7" heeled ballet boots and laced them tightly. I knew that unless they were tight, I would have no chance of walking in them. When I had finished I was going to try to stand, but fearing that I might then be afraid to lock them and therefore disobey madam, I quickly applied the padlocks around the ankle cuffs. These now would stop any attempt to untie or removed the boots.

I sat on the step looking at what I'd done. I then had that horrible feeling of realisation.....

The overwhelming desperation to please madam stopped. I wasn’t Lisa anymore. I couldn't touch myself to raise my sexual desires and my feet actually started to hurt already. The corset was tight and my breathing was shallow because of this - any sort of exercise would have me out of breath - even walking. I didn't even know if I could walk for that matter. I suddenly felt really stupid. Why the hell did I get so carried away?

Oh god - what excuse would I come up with for not going to the out with the lads - they would be coming over soon! I looked at the clock - it was nearly 2:30. Maybe I could find the keys? Maybe I'd have others that would fit?

Just then my phone vibrated. It was a text. It was from madam:

waiting for the pics.

That was all it said. Then there was another.

if no pic in 10 mins, phone going off. not talking anymore.

Sh*t! I would not know where the keys were. If only I hadn't locked the padlocks! I was so stupid!

I had no choice, I quickly took the photos that she required and sent them. A minute or two later there was another text.

Good girl. phone going off anyway. might call later. be good. x

That was it? I sent a pleading message asking where the keys were - but there was no reply. I sat on the step for about 15 minutes just looking at the phone. All the time, my heart was beating so fast - I was so excited, but so scared. What had she got in mind? I know that she didn't like me being Lisa, but what would she do?

* * *

I sat on the step for some time. There I was in a pink satin dress, adorned with lace. I had white patent ballet boots locked onto my feet, baby pink stockings and had made myself up to look as pretty as I could. Oh yes, and of course the dress was locked on too. I had done all of this myself too. I felt ridiculous. Underneath my corset was so tight that any sort of exercise would leave me breathless and there was a very good possibility that I couldn't walk in these boots anyway - they already hurt. Now I knew why my wife hated it that I always insisted that she wear the highest heels possible - just to please me. As if all this wasn't bad enough, I was locked in chastity, I didn't have any of the keys and I was supposed to be going drinking with the guys in a couple of hour’s time. 

Get a grip, I thought. First things first. I sent a text to my mate saying that I'd had to go to work suddenly and couldn't make it tonight. That got rid of that problem. Next I have to try standing and walking…..

I very carefully stood up, gripping onto the banister. I looked at my long pink nails and smiled. I must look like such a picture! I stood, forced onto tip-toes by the boots. Actually, as long as I got my balance right, with my weight on the heels, standing was possible. I tried a couple of steps. Wow, I could walk (sort of) - it was difficult and slow, but possible. My feet hurt so much though! I had to sit back down on the step. I started to relax and become Lisa once more. Lisa took over and my doubts and male thoughts once more just disappeared. I didn’t get to be Lisa much and I was going to make the most of it. I smiled and stroked the soft satin of the dress. 

Just then the phone vibrated again - another text. I was so hoping that it would be madam... 

Be sat outside the house on the wall at 1800. Lock the house. Bring your little white handbag, house keys, some spare makeup, perfume and the envelope on the kitchen side. 

I couldn’t believe it. Madam was going to come back and get me – like this? She had never wanted to see Lisa, or be a part of her silly games before. What would she do? Again, my heart was pounding. I looked at my watch – a pretty little pink leather strapped watch.  

I counted down the time to six o’clock just enjoying being Lisa. She was the sex-craved  tart that I’d always wished that my wife was. She would do anything for sex. I felt so comfortable being Lisa, but the boots were uncomfortable. I actually hoped that madam might just let me out of them so that I could spend the day being Lisa in more comfort. I tried sending a couple more pleading texts to madam to reconsider, but there was no response.
Getting to the front door had been difficult, mostly crawling. I had to stand to open the door and step out and was breathing heavily with the exertion. I had applied more perfume and perfected my make-up before leaving the house.

I couldn’t quite believe I was doing this. There I was sitting outside the house, dressed as some sissy tart. I should be getting ready to go to the pub to talk about the barmaids, cars, how wives never wanted sex and other ‘lads stuff’. Lisa was in control though and she had no shame. I should have been petrified about being caught, but strangely I didn’t mind. OK, it was dark, but although set back a little, I was only a few feet from a public road. Although unlikely, if anyone came walking along, there would be no escape for me. Still, I was just hoping madam wouldn’t be late. I looked down at my skirt and pulled it down a little. When I sat, it came perilously close to showing my stocking tops. What am I doing? Madam can’t see me like this. I suddenly started panicking. I tried to get up to go back inside, but at that very moment a car was coming along the road. I sat back down again, trying to hide behind a very bare rose bush. 

The car was slowing – my heart stopped. It was indicating – it couldn’t be – I didn’t recognise the car at all, but it was coming to a stop right outside my house! I could faintly see a lady inside as it approached. I tried to duck down below the wall, out of sight. The car was only about 4 or 5 feet away.  I was petrified. I heard the window go down.  “Lisa. You’d better get in” came a stern, but female voice.  How the hell did she know my name? 
“If you don’t get in, I’ll sit with the horn going” she said – and with that she leant on the horn. 

In a quiet village, someone leaning on a car horn tends to get attention, so I knew that I had no choice. I gingerly stood up from behind the wall. The horn stopped. There was laughter from inside the car.
“Come along Lisa, don’t keep me waiting, that’s not a good start” 

I slowly teetered over to the car, clinging to the wall, desperately looking around hoping that no-one would see. I opened the door and got in, remembering to keep my legs together and be as elegant as I could. I put my handbag on my lap and smoothed down my skirt to cover my stocking tops. I was breathing deeply with the exertion and also because I was terrified. The lady looked at me – I couldn’t look at her. I was so embarrassed. 

“Lisa, you look so pretty! Don’t tell me you don’t recognise me?” 

I looked at her. She was in her 40’s, very pretty, with dark straight hair and a very confident air. She had red lipstick and I couldn’t help notice her fantastic cleavage even though it was partially covered by her long black leather coat. The car smelt of her perfume and leather. She did look vaguely familiar. 

“Oh my god” I said involuntarily. I suddenly recognised who it was. “How…” 

The lady held her hand up “Shut up” she commanded. 

“A couple of rules. Firstly, you are a pretty girl, do not talk with a stupid male voice - otherwise you will be gagged here and now. Understood?” 

I nodded. My mouth was so dry I could barely talk anyway. 

“Secondly, you will only talk to me when I ask you a question. Otherwise there is no need to talk to me. If you disobey me in any way I will stop the car wherever we are and let you out – well, actually I’ll push you out. Understood?” 

I nodded again. I just wished that she would turn out the light in the car – what if the neighbours were looking out? 

“Lastly, if you do need to talk, you will always address me as Mistress T. Understood?” 
I nodded. 

“Understood?” she asked again, louder this time. 

“Yes Mistress T” I said in my best Lisa voice. 

“That’s better. Now, fasten your seatbelt. Now that we understand each other, things will be fine” and with that she finally put out the courtesy light and we drove away. My head was spinning, so many questions. 

After a mile or two Mistress T spoke. 

“You very stupidly left one of your emails to me sitting on your computer. Your wife found it and rightly went mad. She wrote to me furiously telling me to leave you alone and asking what I thought I was doing trying to steal people’s husbands. Well, I explained that you were clearly just desperate to go out as Lisa and probably because of your guilt also felt a need to be controlled and punished for this. It’s very common actually”.

“I also explained that you were caught between your strong desire to do this and your loyalty to your wife – realising that she would be very unhappy if you allowed your desires to take over. I pointed out that actually, I provide a service – I allow people like you to satisfy their needs without having to develop a relationship or having any emotional ties. I do not develop any emotional ties to my clients, they are just that - clients. I will also never have any physical contact with you, I am not a prostitute. Anyway, I explained this to your wife and that was that”

I remembered only too well. I had once contacted a professional mistress just out of curiosity really – this was her. I would never have gone through with a meeting.

She then continued….. “Until last week, when I heard from her again. She said that you wouldn’t stop going on about going out as Lisa. She thought that perhaps you should be allowed to - on her terms. Clearly she doesn’t want to go out with Lisa or even see her, so she thought that I could help. This will be a one-off. She wants me to take you out and get some humiliating pictures that you would never want anyone to see. I will then keep them, on the understanding that if you ever do anything that upsets her – including going on about going out as Lisa, then she will tell me to post them on the internet. Believe me, I know exactly how to get maximum coverage – you’ll be very famous” 

I was silenced. I couldn’t take this all in. Where were we going? I couldn’t ask Mistress T, she clearly wasn’t one to be messed with and if she dropped me off here, how would I get home? 

We drove in silence. I kept trying to look at her, but I didn’t want her to catch me looking at her. I was becoming dizzy with the warmth, the smell of her perfume and the tightness of my corset. 

“Oh, we need petrol” She suddenly announced as we indicated for the petrol station. We pulled into the middle of the brightly lit forecourt. I slumped in the chair.  “Sit up straight, Lisa. You’re lucky that I’m in a good mood otherwise you’d be filling the car up and paying” With that, she elegantly got out of the car. There were three other people filling their cars – all of them were looking over. 

* * *

My eyes were fixed on Mistress T as she walked over to the shop to pay. A man held the door for her and just stared as she walked past. In fact everyone just seemed transfixed by her. At least that stopped them noticing me. A couple of minutes later she re-appeared from the shop and strode over towards the car. She was so elegant, so beautiful, but terrifying. I was overwhelmed. What was I doing here? I had no control – there was nothing I could do. With one smooth movement she got back into the car, the smell of her perfume wafting over me again. I looked at her and she smiled. “Right, let’s get you home shall we?”. I nodded. 

What a relief. Soon I would be home. I would have been taught my lesson. I would then just have to wait for madam to tell me where to find the keys. I might even still be able to make last orders. This had been an experience but I wasn’t some sort of sissy to be bossed around and humiliated by women. OK, so it had been my fantasy, but I’d tried it now and that was enough. I would certainly stop going on about going out as Lisa though. 

We drove for a couple of minutes and didn’t appear to be going the right way. “Err, Mistress T, it was better to go left there…” I said in my best Lisa voice, not wanting to risk annoying Mistress T. 

The car squealed to a stop. Mistress T glared at me. “Are you stupid? Did you not understand me? I told you not to talk to me unless I told you to! Now get out!” 

I looked at her shocked, my eyes pleading with her. 

“Before you go, give me the envelope from your bag, sissy” 

I quickly opened my little handbag and offered Mistress T the envelope. She snatched it from me – she was clearly angry. I looked back down, ashamed of what I was doing and also desperately scared that she would make me get out of the car. Surely she wouldn’t leave me? I had no idea. 

Mistress T opened the envelope and looked at the contents. I didn’t dare to look up, but I suspected that it was full of money. She took out what I think was a piece of paper and appeared to be reading it. It must have been a message from my wife! She laughed. 

“Listen sissy, in the glove-box you’ll find an eye-mask. Take it out and put it on.” 

I opened the glove-box. I took out the mask – it was like the sort that you get on long-haul flights, but made of pink satin. It also had two big blue almost cartoon like ‘eyes’ sewn onto the front. They had light blue eye shadow surrounds and big false eye-lashes. They looked totally over the top. I could only imagine how stupid I would look wearing this…… 

I put it on, smoothing the satin over my eyes and adjusting the elastic strap. They were very secure. 

“Look at me” commanded Mistress T. 

I hesitantly turned around to face her. I could see absolutely nothing. She laughed - almost uncontrollable laughter.

”You look so sweet, my little sissy – with those beautiful big eyes at least you’ll be able to see in the dark!” 

I wasn’t laughing. How could I have let this happen? 

“Open your mouth sissy” Commanded Mistress T. I hesitated. “…..or I’ll kick you out of my car”. She added, sensing my hesitation.

I opened my mouth. I knew what was coming. The ball-gag felt huge. It was pushed into my mouth and the strap fastened behind my head. 

“There, that should stop you from getting yourself into any more trouble. In case you are actually as stupid as you look, don’t ever disobey me again.”

I shook my head very meekly. 

We drove for another 20 minutes or so and the pulled onto what sounded like a gravel drive. Mistress T got out and slammed the door behind her. The car fell silent, but I could hear her walk around the car. My door opened.

“Come on sissy”. She took my arm and I swung my legs around and out of the car. I tried very hard to stand up - I really didn’t want to upset Mistress T again.

She supported me as I made the few steps across the gravel to what I guessed was the front door. I was desperately fighting for breath through my nose and gag. I could feel dribble trickling down my chin. Yuk. I hated looking anything but perfect when dressed - and as stupid as it sounds I was worried about my make-up! I so wanted to check my make-up and apply some more perfume. How could I even think such things? Mistress T opened the door and guided me inside. I was really struggling to stand up, so was very relieved when Mistress T sat me down on a chair. 

“Now then sissy” she whispered in my ear, “I’m going to take your blindfold off and let you use the bathroom. When you come back out, I want you to have put your blindfold back on. Do not remove your gag, understood?” I nodded. “Do not make a sound, OK?” I nodded again. 

I used the toilet, having to sit like a girl. I was still locked into my metal she-male type chastity belt, so there was no chance of any ‘playing’. Once I had finished and adjusted my dress, I got the make-up out of my bag and after removing the dribble, tidied up my make-up and reapplied my lipstick around the gag. I then applied plenty more perfume. I love the smell of perfume – especially the Allure that I had brought with me. I looked in the mirror. I did actually look quite sweet. The ball-gag was big and pink (of course) and did a very good job of silencing me. I had accepted my fate, there was no fighting Mistress T, I would just try to please her, knowing that actually this was what madam had ordered. I noticed that the ball-gag had two sets of straps, which was a bit odd I thought. 

I then teetered to the door, my feet were in agony. I almost forgot – the blindfold. I made sure that the ‘eyes’ were on the outside and secured it over my eyes. I was once again plunged into darkness. I opened the door and stood in the open doorway hoping for Mistress T to guide me out. I stood for a few seconds. There was nobody there. I could stand no longer – my legs were shaking so much. I knelt down on all fours. The relief to get off of those ballet boots was immense. I then heard a couple of steps coming toward me – high heels. “Don’t make any noise” was whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel her breath on my face. Shivers went down my spine. 

I felt a collar being attached around my neck and being buckled, very slowly, very quietly. Mistress T stepped away and I felt a gentle tug on the collar. I knew what to do. I followed on, crawling as quietly as possible. I was led across a hardwood floor (luckily it was not a cold floor) and it seemed like we went through at least one door. I could only imagine what I looked like, crawling along, dressed in a satin dress, ballet boots with big wide blue cartoon eyes and big pink gag. Oh my god, what if there were loads of other people here – all staying very quiet – desperately trying to hold back their laughter? My imagination started hearing all sorts of noises, giggling, shuffling of feet and my eyes started straining under their satin covers – could I see silhouettes?  We came to a stop. I just knelt there silently, obediently. 

I could sense Mistress T kneeling beside me. I then felt something being put around my right wrist. My heart was pounding and all I could hear was my breathing. Mistress T stepped around me and something was put around my other wrist. I guessed that they were handcuffs. I remained obediently silent. There was no other choice. I couldn’t tell where she was now, but she was close. 

“Now, I am going to allow you just one kiss” She announced loudly. “I don’t usually do this, but I want you to see what you are missing. It will be your only one, so make the most of it……….I know that you will” she added. 

Madam would never have wanted this. I didn’t want to be unfaithful, but what choice did I have? Was it really being unfaithful? I had no choice. I was under Mistress T’s control. Secretly I longed to kiss her, just to see what it was like. 

I knelt there gagged, collared and blindfolded. Leaning slightly forward, waiting for my kiss. I could almost sense Mistress T in front of me, silent. I felt a slight tug at my wrist, but I obediently I sat still and silent. I felt a similar tug on my collar – she must just be teasing me. Then there was a hand or two at the strap of the gag. She must be taking the gag off now. My heart raced and I tried to keep my breathing as quiet as possible. Then I felt it. Her lips touched the gag, then around the gag and they touched mine. An incredible touch. Beautiful, red lipstick covered shiny lips.

I tried to move my lips further around the gag, pressing our lips together. She did the same! We were desperately trying to force our lips tighter and tighter together, the gag disappearing further and further into our mouths. We were both hungrily trying to kiss, my feelings of guilt and unfaithfulness overcome by desperate lust. If only this ball gag wasn’t in the way! Our tongues were desperately trying to reach past it, our lips pressing harder and harder together. I was shaking almost uncontrollably, her perfume, her lips, the whole situation was just indescribable. She was tightening the straps on the ball-gag too, forcing the ball-gag deeper and deeper – pressing our lips tighter and tighter together. It was becoming impossible to breathe around the gag as we became locked together in our passionate embrace... I was dizzy, my head was spinning and I desperately wriggled my head trying to force us closer and closer. If only I could just get around this ball-gag….

Then she spoke, well actually she burst out laughing, barely able to speak. “I can see that you are both getting well acquainted, you two little love birds must be so horny” she laughed 

I froze. What? How could she be behind me? Whoever I was kissing froze too. Instinctively I raised my hand to pull away the blindfold. Immediately I tumbled over and suddenly all hell broke loose. I desperately tried to pull my head away and couldn’t….I seemed to be attached to something – or someone – someone that was also suddenly going mad. She just kept kissing me, even though I tried to pull away shaking my head frantically. I couldn’t breathe, she kissed me harder and harder around the gag, forcing her lips against mine. In my pitch black world, I was panicking, my wrists and neck were being tugged frantically and I just couldn’t pull away from whoever it was that was kissing me. I was no longer kneeling, but was writhing around desperately on the floor, totally unable to control my thoughts or actions. All I could hear was me fighting for breath around the gag and Mistress T laughing hysterically. 

After 10 seconds or so of this, I was exhausted, my heart was racing and I was desperately fighting for breath around the gag. We both stopped the desperate fight at the same time and just collapsed. We were both fighting to breathe around the same gag, fighting for the same air, panicked rapid breathing. Fighting for air around the same dribble covered gag – our lips still pressed together. I was shaking almost uncontrollably. As I regained some calm, I realised that we seemed to be locked together by the gag – and our wrists, and our collars. We both mummmphed into the gag, fighting for breath. I could tell that she was as unhappy about this as I was. 

Mistress T spoke.  “Now that you two have had a chance to get to know each other, then I will take off your blindfolds. Very gently get back on all fours, both of you.” She commanded.

Very slowly and awkwardly, we did as we were commanded. We had clearly both worked out that our wrists were handcuffed together, so any big movement would pull the other persons wrist away. Once we were back on all fours and a little calmer, although still breathing deeply, my blindfold was removed. I was staring straight into big blue cartoon eyes, with big false eyelashes. A matching set to the ones that I had been wearing. They were so close that I couldn’t actually focus on them. I could see that I was locked into a passionate kiss with whoever she was – our lips around a big ball-gag that we had both willingly forced further and further into our mouths only moments earlier, thinking that we kissing Mistress T. How could I have allowed myself to be unfaithful? To even consider kissing someone other than my wife? I felt so suddenly ashamed.

That’s why there were two straps on the ball-gag, I suddenly realised. The straps were also 90 degrees apart on the ball so that our heads were both locked almost perpendicular to each other – the perfect deep kiss.
I tried to pull my lips away – it was no good. If I pulled back, I just pulled her head with mine. 

Then Mistress T pulled the other girl’s blindfold away, straightening her hair. We both stared at each other, clearly too close to focus easily. I could then see her eyes darting over my face and eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the light and make sense of our situation. We both mumphed and made little squeaking noises into the gag, clearly trying to speak, whilst at the same time still breathing hard from our exertions. She pulled her wrist back “moowww” I said into the gag. That hurt, I pulled back harder to show her. That clearly annoyed her and she pulled so hard that my arm was pulled away from under me and once more we tumbled onto the floor. As we fought to get back up, we just ended up writhing around locked in our passionate embrace, grunting and mumphing. We were clearly both really annoyed and angry. 

Mistress T just erupted into howls of laughter again. “Wow, you two are just so horny aren’t you? You just can’t leave each other alone. It’s quite a floor show. Good job I’m filming it all – perhaps it might even end up on You Tube. Two horny girls making out on the floor - I simply must call some friends over to see this….” 

We both froze again (apart from the desperate panting) - frantically trying to focus on each other’s eyes. We must try to communicate I thought. If we could, then I’m sure if we both lifted one hand at the same time, we’d be able to unbuckle this lip-locker gag. We lay panting and very slowly I tried to get up, making very slow movements. She followed. At last, some co-ordination. We got back on all fours, dribbling madly and panting around our gag. 

We were both looking around, both looking scared. She looked like some sort of prostitute. Heavily made up, blonde hair, big breasts and a little tight PVC dress – or maybe it was leather? She had very high heeled shoes locked onto her feet. What a coincidence I thought. She was clearly checking me out too. I looked at her eyes. There was fear, excitement and something else that I couldn’t explain in her eyes. Then it struck me. She was not a she!

I went mad. I desperately yanked my hand up to grab at this bloody gag – there was no way that I was going to be locked into an embrace with a bloke!  ‘She’ went mad too and once more we set off thrashing around on the floor. By the time we had calmed down, Mistress T was seated, clearly unable to stand due to her hysterical laughter. We lay panting and grunting, but still passionately ‘kissing’ and desperately fighting for breath around the gag.
‘She’ was on top of me and to anyone watching it would look like I had been pinned down into a passionate embrace while we both writhed around, unable to control our lust, on the floor. Both ‘girls’ panting and groaning desperately whilst locked in their embrace. This was horrific. I was so humiliated. My eyes darted around the room trying to make sense of it all. I could not move I was pinned down by ‘her’. 

There were cameras everywhere - on tripods. We were lying in the middle of a large room with chairs all around the periphery on a wooden floor. A floor that was now quite shiny in places from our slobber. There were also mirrors around the room at floor level. Wherever I looked, I could see the scene from different angles. There were two desperate girls, passionately kissing, one looked like a little sissy dressed in pink with ballet boots and one looked like a cheap hooker. The sight was every man’s dream.

How I would have loved my wife to act like this, a desperate sex-craved tart. I’m sure that every man would. But now, as a reward for my selfish desires I was being taught a lesson. If I hadn’t constantly pestered my wife about what I wanted, rather than just pleasing her and taking things at her pace, I would not be here now.  I was being taught a lesson - a lesson that I would never be allowed to forget.  Mistress T stood up and slowly walked around us. She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. She looked down at us and shook her head. “I really don’t like little sluts that are just desperate for sex – it just makes women look cheap” 

She picked up her phone. 

“Oh hi dear.” 

“You know how your ex-husband always wanted you to have more sex and expected you to dress as a tart? …I know, I know…….. he’s a pig and you don’t want to talk about it, but I just thought that I’d let you know that I’ve met a couple of similar ones. It’s just these two haven’t run off with a bimbo yet” 

There was a long pause while the other lady was speaking, Mistress T occasionally nodded, but just listened to her talk. We both just looked at her, occasionally looking at each other, barely daring to move. 

“Well, these two were both going to the pub with their mates to stare at the barmaids whilst their wives were away, just like your husband used to do. I know that both of them get annoyed that their wives are not desperate sex-craved bimbos. I thought that you might like to meet them to tell them how wrong this is…… I know that you want to kill all men like that, but I think that they’ll listen to you, they might even appreciate your advice. Well if she’s there, why don’t you bring her too, the more the merrier. We can all have a good chat over a glass of wine and you can tell these two where they are going wrong………&. OK, see you in 5” 

Mistress T put the phone down and looked down at us. 

“OK you two little love birds, get up on all fours again, can’t have you making out on the floor whilst our visitors are here can we?” 

We obediently got ourselves back into our kneeling position. Facing each other on all fours, locked in our passionate mouth-open embrace. 

Mistress T came over with our hand-bags and cleaned us up a little, brushed our hair, reapplied our make-up and sprayed a little more perfume on us both. She wiped the dribble off the floor.

“There we go, you both look beautiful for our visitors. I know that are both very horny, but please don’t embarrass me in front of guests, just kneel there quietly. I’ll be back in a while, don’t go anywhere will you? ”

With that she walked confidently out of the room, her high heels clacking on the wooden floor. The room fell silent apart from our heavy breathing. Our eyes darted around, unable to escape the images on the mirrors and the screens strategically placed around the room…..

 

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