Seven days to sissyhood. Day 6
THURSDAY
I was awake, my heart was beating hard, even with my eyes closed I knew it was dark, it was not a time when I should wake up, what had woken me?
My first thought was, was it a noise, was there someone downstairs?
It crossed my mind that if I went downstairs to confront an intruder, the only ‘good’ outcome would be if they collapsed to the floor with laughter, seeing me in my baby doll nightie, giving me enough time to phone 999.
Then I realised it was not a sound, it was a movement, the bed was gently rocking.
I kept my eyes closed, trying to figure out what it was, then it struck me, my wife was playing with herself, lying next to me, and masturbating.
Had she nudged me to wake me, was this a new way of tormenting me.
I decided to ‘play dead’, if she had deliberately woken me, she would do something else to wake me up.
All I could do was feel the rhythmic movements as her fingers slid into her pussy, I could even hear how wet she was, but as far as I could tell she was trying to keep her breathing quiet.
How I wished it was my fingers entering her body, or my mouth licking her pussy, tasting her juices, my tongue exploring her clit.
If I was worried that my ‘milking’ yesterday had stopped my having a hard on, my cock was making sure that I knew that it was still capable of trying to push against the bars of my chastity cage. At least I did not have the ache from my balls, but who is to say how long it will be before that starts to happen again, and even the thought of the shame of having to ask my wife, or maybe even her friends, to milk me, added to excitement of what was happening.
Part of me wanted to reach over, and let my fingers take over, but I no longer felt I had the right to do anything.
As I was ‘playing dead’, I could not even rub my cock through the cage, I know I would not be able to get any relief, but the need to do it was great.
I lay there hoping my wife did nudge me, or do something, to show she wanted me aware of what she was doing.
But all I was aware of was the tempo of her fingers increasing, as she brought herself closer to her orgasm.
I had to control my breathing, so as to not alert her to the fact that I was awake, her breathing became more irregular, as her body prepared for its release of orgasm.
But she was not as vocal as she would normally be, so I can only assume she still thought I was asleep.
I felt the movement as her thighs clamped around her hand, trapping it inside her pussy, a few gentle pants escaped her lips, as her orgasm washed over her body.
After a few minutes her thighs relaxed, and she slowly withdrew her hand from her thigh, and shortly after that her breathing became deep, as she went to sleep, her pleasures dealt with, my torments still in my mind.
Part of me thought of how selfish of her to play with herself, when I would have been more than happy to play with her, then it crossed my mind of all the times I had dressed in my frillies and wanked myself, had I been just as selfish?
With these thoughts still going on in my mind, I must have gone to sleep, as the next thing I heard was the alarm going off.
My wife yawned and stretched, making the hem of her baby doll nightie rise up clearly showing her knickers, and seeing that made my cock wake up and want to do its own stretching, until it got to the limit of its cage.
“Morning,” she said, with a smile on her face “Sleep well?”
I was not sure if she was testing me to know if I had witnessed her nocturnal pleasures so I just said “It was OK, how about you?”
“Best night sleep I have had in ages.”
Was she messing with me, had she even had her wank in her sleep, if so what was she dreaming about?
She got out of bed to have her shower, so as usual I went downstairs to get my breakfast.
The sound of her leaving the bathroom was my cue to use the bathroom, while she got dressed.
I was halfway through shaving my legs when it struck me that I was in the routine of shaving my legs, that I had no conscious thought of shaving them, I just did it as routine.
When I finished in the bathroom I went into the bedroom to see what was laid out for me today.
The suit was as normal, but this is where I think women are luckier, the can get to choose a whole outfit, and the outer clothes can be done as they feel, for a man it is a suit, or…, a suit.
I saw there was a pair of red satin french knickers, which had a black lace trim around the legs, the matching red satin camisole, red lacy suspender belt, and black stockings.
Part of me thought ‘what is the difference between the french knickers, and the boxers I would normally wear?’.
But my cock was beginning to grow at the thought of wearing the knickers, and showing that there was a difference.
I got dressed, and admired the view of me dressed in my lingerie in the mirror, before putting on my suit, and hiding away all my frillies.
You could make out the red camisole under my shirt, so I put a jumper over it to hide what I was wearing.
Again as I Ieft the house and closed the door, the thought that I could not get back until my wife let me in, crossed my mind, and I hoped she would soon relent and at least gave me my key back.
Walking into the office I was filled with the usual sensations of feeling my suspenders pulling against my stockings, not allowing me for one second to forget what I was wearing under my ‘normal’ clothes.
Jane looked up from her desk “Morning Miss Thorne,” she said with a smile.
“Morning Miss Jane,” was my reply.
Damn! I meant to stop her saying that, maybe tomorrow, or next week. Yes that would be a good idea, I will say next week about calling me Les again, then I could say she has had enough time to get used to my different surname.
I am not sure I believed what I was saying to myself, but at least I did not have to face it today.
As I stood by her desk, to pick up the correspondence, the thought flashed through my mind of my dream of the other night and her doing a ‘uniform inspection,’ to show what lingerie I was wearing.
Her telling me to drop my trousers, showing all my lingerie, I was aware that almost everyone was in and I would be standing on display, and imaging the tittering from the other girls in the office while Jane checked to make sure my suspenders were properly attached, my knickers were in place, and even my camisole was smooth over my body.
Even the thought of having to wait until she gave me permission to pull my trousers up, and get on with my day was causing my cock to throb in its cage.
Fortunately that did not happen and was able to escape into my office, and daintily sit down, and get on with my day.
Then the mundane day to day tasks take over, and to a large degree the clothes that I am wearing are no longer in the forefront of my mind, but never forgotten, I will move my leg and feel the pull of my suspenders, I will reach over to get the phone and feel the silkiness of my camisole rub against my nipple.
How women can wear these kinds of clothes everyday, and not feel the urge to play with themselves all the time is beyond me.
My boss was on the phone going through the report that I had sent him when what I most dreaded happening, happened!
‘Whit, Whoo,’ my phone went. I now keep my phone in my pocket to try to muffle the sound, but the vibration against my stockinged leg left me in no uncertain thought, my wife wanted a picture of me.
I was distracted with what my boss said, and the voice in my earpiece say “Well, what is the answer Les?”
“Oh, sorry, there was some interference on the line, I didn’t catch what you said,” I replied, hoping it was a nice easy question and I could answer quickly so I could take the picture that my wife wanted.
“I thought I heard something,” he replied, and then asked the question again.
Oh god he could hear the wolf whistle of the text message my wife had set on my phone.
Unfortunately it was not a quick answer to his question, and I was finding it hard to concentrate as in my mind I was thinking ‘I have only ten minutes to send the picture my wife wants.’
I could hardly say “I need to take a picture to my wife of the pretty lingerie she has me wear,” and then hang up.
He seemed determined to go through every line of the report.
I kept looking at my watch and answer all his questions, at eight minutes, he decided all his queries were satisfied, and with the briefest of goodbye’s I hung the phone up and raced out of the office, not caring how it looked to everyone.
At least the gods were with me, in the toilets. as they were empty , I rushed into a cubical, undressing as quickly as I could, but buttons are very fiddly especially when you are trying to rush.
But when I had exposed what I thought was enough of my camisole, and my trousers were around my ankles to show my French Knickers, stockings and suspenders, I quickly took a picture and pressed ‘send’.
I collapsed onto the toilet seat, my heart was pounding, and I was sweating, surely Susan would understand that it was my boss I was talking to and could not get away.
As my breathing began to return to normal, and I thought that I can’t stay here all the time, I started to get dressed so I could return to the office and ‘Whit, Whoo,’ my phone went.
I looked at the message and it simply said ‘You were late, punishment tonight.’
I did consider texting, or phoning her to explain what happened, but realised if I texted her I would have to stay in the toilets as I would need to know what her responses were, and if I phoned her, someone could come into the toilets, and overhear what I was saying.
Neither were good options.
So I got dressed and went back into the office.
The thought of the punishment I would be receiving tonight was on my mind, unfortunately rather than dreading it, the image of being bent over my wife's knee and being spanked was making me hard, or as hard as I could be in my cock cage, and when I saw Jane looking at me as I came into the office, I then thought of being over her knee as well.
I could feel myself blushing, and I hoped that it was not obvious to her that I was blushing.
“Sorry Miss Jane,” I said as I passed her, as though I had to explain my reason for leaving the office to her, “call of nature.”
“I did wonder,” she said with a giggle.
“Make sure you don’t make a habit of it Miss Thorne, or you will need to be punished,” she continued in a mock stern voice.
I must admit I almost came when she said that, I could feel my cock begin to pulse in preparation of ejecting cum, which would have undoubtedly soaked my French knickers, and gone through to my trousers.
I felt myself blushing even more
I quickly walked through to my office, and sat down, at least if I came now it would be hidden by my desk, how long I would have to wait before my trousers dried out I don’t know, but I would not be standing in front of my secretary, with a wet stain on the crotch of my trousers wondering if it would be better or worse saying to her that it was cum, not piss that was causing the stain.
Fortunately as I sat down and I tried to bury myself in my paperwork, to try to take my mind off what almost happened.
To a degree it worked, but any gap in working my mind started thinking about my punishment that I would be having later, and my cock started swelling again.
I think I cleared more paperwork that day than I have ever done, and was almost surprised then Jane popped her head round my office door and said “I’m going now Miss Thorne, see you tomorrow.”
I nodded and said “I’m just going to finish this then I am off as well. See you tomorrow.”
I watched her bottom wiggle in her well filled skirt, as she walked out of the office, and Idly wondered if which I would prefer, me bent over her lap and being spanked, or her over my lap, me pulling her skirt up, revealing her knickers, maybe even matching knickers to mine, pulling her knickers down, and spanking her ample behind.
When I knew the coast was clear, I left to office, my heart pumping thinking about what awaits me at home.
As I pulled up outside the house, and was relieved that my wife’s car was there and there was no-one about, I got out of my car and noticed that there was an extra lock fitted to the door.
I pressed the doorbell, but I was puzzling about the extra lock, and saw the shadowy figure of my wife through the frosted glass of the door.
She again opened the door just enough to peep round the door, this time I knew what she wanted of me “Please Mistress, can I come in.”
“I’m not sure I should, as you have been a very naughty sissy, and not obeying you Mistress’s instructions,” she said.
I knew if any of our neighbours waked past they might hear our conversation “Please Mistress, I will explain, but please could I come in,” I could hear myself whining.
She smiled and opened the door, “Ok then, but remember to thank me for letting you in.”
With that she opened the door, and I rushed in, but she did not close the door after me, and just stood, and looked at me expectantly.
I looked at her, the open door, and the street outside, knowing I was clearly on display to anyone who walked past.
I wanted to ask her to close the door, but knew it was futile, so hoped to appease her quickly and grovelled down in front of her, kissing her feet and saying “Thank you Mistress for letting me in.”
My brain was thinking how ridiculous I would look, but I could feel my cock throb against the bars of its cage.
As I was kissing her feet I heard her say “You will have noticed the new lock on the door”.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now you can have your key back, but not the key for the new lock, so now I am not at your beck and call, to be let in, but you will not be able to get into the house, unless I am home. Isn’t that a good idea Sissy.”
It crossed my mind to say just giving me the key back would be a simpler solution, but there was no way I was going to say that out loud, so I just said ‘Yes Mistress.”
“You can thank me by kissing me on the lips,” she said.
I stopped kissing her feet and went to stand up so I could kiss her, but she said “No, these are the lips you will be kissing,” and lifted her skirt up and pointed to her black see-through knickers.”
I stayed on my knees, knowing I was in full view if anyone walked by, then leant forwards until my lips were brushing against her knickers, I could clearly see her shaven pussy underneath the transparent material, and I could smell her, the slightly musty smell, but I found it exciting.
Then she let her skirt fall so I was surrounded by her skirt, adding to the humiliation as my head was clearly under her skirt.
I allowed my hands to stoke up her stockinged legs, until they reached her stocking tops, then her flesh of her thighs, then higher until I could feel her bum cheeks through the silky material, and pulled her towards me so I could bury myself deeper into her pussy.
I was kissing and licking, feeling the material separating me from what I desired, which was to lick her flesh, have my tongue enter the valley of delight which is between her thighs. To enjoy her movements as I give her pleasure as I lick her clit. To explore more, tasting her juices as I go further, my tongue trying to enter her body, going where my cock has gone many times in the past, and wishing it could go there now.
I was so engrossed in the world under her skirt I was only vaguely aware of the door being closed.
“That’s enough for them moment, you will have plenty of time to continue that later,” I heard her say.
She lifted her skirt up and I blinked at the extra light.
“Go upstairs and get dressed, and wait in the corner with your blindfold on, I will be up when I feel you are ready to continue your punishment.”
My cock would have pointed the way had it not been in its cage, the images of being bent over and spanked filling my mind with lots of naughty thoughts.
On the bed was ‘my’ dress, and the blindfold all ready for me, and as I put the red satin mask over my eyes, plunging me into darkness with only my imagination to keep me company my mind ran amok.
Firstly it was just the thought of her spanking me, then imagining her friends watching me as I was chastised.
Then went on to imagine I was told to bend over their laps as well, firstly Janet, then passed onto Julie, then Christine and then Melanie.
I even considered of my wife inviting Jane to the house, just so she could humiliate me in front of her, and even have Jane spank me.
Hearing them generally chatting, as though it was perfectly normal to have a man, dressed in frillies, bent over their laps, skirt pulled up, knickers pulled down and being spanked.
My cock was throbbing as much as its cage allowed, waiting for the time when I would be over my wife’s knee, and being spanked.
It was hard to tell how much time I was standing in the corner, it felt a lot longer than last time, but I know I would not be able to hear my wife come into the room, so I dare not peek under my blindfold and look at the time.
Was it 10 minutes, or was it an hour, I don’t know.
I was aware of her body heat behind me, and the smell of her perfume, and eventually she said “That’s a good sissy, waiting in the corner, like the naughty girl she is for her punishment, you can take your blindfold off now.”
I removed my blindfold, and blinked to get used to the light and turned around and saw my wife standing in front of me.
All she was wearing was a black lacy bra, with matching suspender belt, knickers, and black stockings.
I know before the events of this week, if she had appeared in front of me dressed like that I would probably have got her on all fours, and fucked her doggy style, to be honest, thinking more of my pleasure, than hers.
Now I know that she was the one in control, and all I can hope for when she has had her fun with me, we might return to normal, or at least more normal than the moment.
She sat down on the bed, and motioned me to come over to her.
“Lift your skirt up, and pull your knickers down,” she said.
I tried not to look too eager as I obeyed her instruction, and went to the side of her in preparation of bending over her lap.
“What are you doing,” she said.
I was genuinely puzzled “You said you were going to punish me, so I thought……”
“There you go again, trying to think, you know you are not good at it.
Yes you are going to be punished, but if you like the punishment, it is not much of a punishment, is it?” she said as she looked at me with a smile on her face.
“But being spanked is a punishment, it is humiliating,” I said.
“But this is telling me you WANT to be spanked,” and with that her reached out to my cock cage and stroked the outside, my cock straining at the bars.
I could feel the warmth of her hand and the movement, but could not get and pleasure from her touch.
“You are going to be punished, but not something you want,” and with that she reached behind her and got a small paper bag, then opened it, and took out three small bells, the kind you put on cats collars to stop them being able to catch birds.
She then proceeded to attach them onto the bars of the cage, they attached like a key ring and was quite fiddly and again I could feel the warmth of her hand, and the feeling of being manipulated, but no pleasure.
When she was satisfied she said “There you go, now you can pull your knickers back up, and have a walk around.”
I did as told and as I walked, or should I say, minced, every step made to bells tinkle.
She giggled “just like Tinkerbell, in Peter Pan. Ooh, do you believe in fairies, I know I do now.”
I was blushing as she made me walk up and down in front of her.
“Today, you will be wearing them at home, if you need to be punished again, you will be wearing them to work.”
“Please Mistress, don’t make me do that,” I begged.
She opened her legs wide, and said “Show me how much you want to obey me now.”
I looked at her smoothly shaven pussy, the lips already plump, and I could see some of her juices leaking out showing how much she was enjoying humiliating me.
I wished my cock was out of its cage as I would have loved to grab her by the hips and bury my cock deep into her wet pussy, but I knew that was not to be so I knelt between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and started kissing and licking her.
At one point she had my head clamped firmly with her thighs squeezing me as she, forcing my face even harder in her pussy, the only chance of escape was when she was sexually satisfied. My tongue licking her clit, as I felt her thighs tighten as wave after wave of her orgasm coursed through her body.
She must have come three of four times before the pressure was released and I was able to take a few breaths of fresh air.
She collapsed back against the bed, and I could see a few drops of sweat roll down between her tits, my face was covered with her pussy juice, and licking my lips and tasting her again just reminded me of how I was ‘servicing’ her.
My cock, as usual, was trying the throb against its cage, and even that small movement made the bells ‘tinkle’ as they were moved. So my wife would know even if I was perfectly still if my cock was throbbing, adding to my shame.
“Ok Tinkerbell, go downstairs and start preparing the tea, I will have a shower and come down when I am ready,” she breathlessly said.
Every step I took was accompanied with the gentle ‘tinkle’ of the bells, walking in heels meant I had to swing my hips as I walked adding to the movement. I tried changing how I walked to reduce the sound, but nothing worked.
If I cupped my hand around the cage and bells, the sound was considerably muffled, but I could hardly walk all the time holding my crotch.
As I was preparing the tea I heard the shower going, and could not help but think of the water cascading down her naked body and with that thought I heard the gentle ‘tinkle’ of the bells under my skirt as my cock tried to rise in its cage. This is even more of a torture than I thought, if my mind starts wandering, and I start thinking erotic thoughts, which with my current situation is most of the time, my wife will know instantly, and who knows what punishment I would have to endure.
As I was finishing the tea, my wife came down, and all she was dressed in was a see-through negligee, with nothing on underneath, and her body was clear to see, but what she was wearing added to the erotic image, even more than if she had come down naked.
My bells started ‘tinkling’ as my cock reacted to the image in front of me.
“Does Tinkerbell like what she sees,” she said as she did a twirl.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
“If only I had a REAL man who could really appreciate my body, and use it as it needed to be used. I must admit I am getting really horny it feels like forever since I had a real cock,” she said as she watched me blush.
I wished I had the courage to say ‘unlock my cock and I will show you what a real man can do for you,’ but all I ended up saying was “Yes Mistress.”
“Well hopefully that situation will change soon,” she said as she sat down to start to eat the meal I prepared for her.
Did this mean I was soon to be released from my cage, and things might return to normal, although I hope that normal would still allow me to wear frillies, and the thought of being able to choose my own lingerie in the morning made my cock twitch, and start the bells ‘twinkling’.
The rest of the evening continued as what was becoming normal, me doing the housework, while my wife relaxed and read the paper and watched the telly.
The only added part was the tinkling of my bells as I did any movement and I could not help but looking at my wife in the negligee and wishing she would release my cock now, but knowing this was part of my punishment, and hopefully it will be over soon.
When we went to bed and put on our respective baby doll nighties, I half hoped that she would relent then and release my cock, but she said nothing, so I could not say anything.
As we tried to go to sleep every movement I made was accompanied by the ‘tinkling’ of the bells, and after a few minutes my wife said “I think so we both can get some sleep, you can take the bells off, but next time you are wearing them you will have to sleep in the spare room.”
I gladly took the bells off, but I must admit they were fiddly to take off and it took a few minutes to remove, and put them on my bedside table, then shortly afterwards I was asleep.
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I was awake, my heart was beating hard, even with my eyes closed I knew it was dark, it was not a time when I should wake up, what had woken me?
My first thought was, was it a noise, was there someone downstairs?
It crossed my mind that if I went downstairs to confront an intruder, the only ‘good’ outcome would be if they collapsed to the floor with laughter, seeing me in my baby doll nightie, giving me enough time to phone 999.
Then I realised it was not a sound, it was a movement, the bed was gently rocking.
I kept my eyes closed, trying to figure out what it was, then it struck me, my wife was playing with herself, lying next to me, and masturbating.
Had she nudged me to wake me, was this a new way of tormenting me.
I decided to ‘play dead’, if she had deliberately woken me, she would do something else to wake me up.
All I could do was feel the rhythmic movements as her fingers slid into her pussy, I could even hear how wet she was, but as far as I could tell she was trying to keep her breathing quiet.
How I wished it was my fingers entering her body, or my mouth licking her pussy, tasting her juices, my tongue exploring her clit.
If I was worried that my ‘milking’ yesterday had stopped my having a hard on, my cock was making sure that I knew that it was still capable of trying to push against the bars of my chastity cage. At least I did not have the ache from my balls, but who is to say how long it will be before that starts to happen again, and even the thought of the shame of having to ask my wife, or maybe even her friends, to milk me, added to excitement of what was happening.
Part of me wanted to reach over, and let my fingers take over, but I no longer felt I had the right to do anything.
As I was ‘playing dead’, I could not even rub my cock through the cage, I know I would not be able to get any relief, but the need to do it was great.
I lay there hoping my wife did nudge me, or do something, to show she wanted me aware of what she was doing.
But all I was aware of was the tempo of her fingers increasing, as she brought herself closer to her orgasm.
I had to control my breathing, so as to not alert her to the fact that I was awake, her breathing became more irregular, as her body prepared for its release of orgasm.
But she was not as vocal as she would normally be, so I can only assume she still thought I was asleep.
I felt the movement as her thighs clamped around her hand, trapping it inside her pussy, a few gentle pants escaped her lips, as her orgasm washed over her body.
After a few minutes her thighs relaxed, and she slowly withdrew her hand from her thigh, and shortly after that her breathing became deep, as she went to sleep, her pleasures dealt with, my torments still in my mind.
Part of me thought of how selfish of her to play with herself, when I would have been more than happy to play with her, then it crossed my mind of all the times I had dressed in my frillies and wanked myself, had I been just as selfish?
With these thoughts still going on in my mind, I must have gone to sleep, as the next thing I heard was the alarm going off.
My wife yawned and stretched, making the hem of her baby doll nightie rise up clearly showing her knickers, and seeing that made my cock wake up and want to do its own stretching, until it got to the limit of its cage.
“Morning,” she said, with a smile on her face “Sleep well?”
I was not sure if she was testing me to know if I had witnessed her nocturnal pleasures so I just said “It was OK, how about you?”
“Best night sleep I have had in ages.”
Was she messing with me, had she even had her wank in her sleep, if so what was she dreaming about?
She got out of bed to have her shower, so as usual I went downstairs to get my breakfast.
The sound of her leaving the bathroom was my cue to use the bathroom, while she got dressed.
I was halfway through shaving my legs when it struck me that I was in the routine of shaving my legs, that I had no conscious thought of shaving them, I just did it as routine.
When I finished in the bathroom I went into the bedroom to see what was laid out for me today.
The suit was as normal, but this is where I think women are luckier, the can get to choose a whole outfit, and the outer clothes can be done as they feel, for a man it is a suit, or…, a suit.
I saw there was a pair of red satin french knickers, which had a black lace trim around the legs, the matching red satin camisole, red lacy suspender belt, and black stockings.
Part of me thought ‘what is the difference between the french knickers, and the boxers I would normally wear?’.
But my cock was beginning to grow at the thought of wearing the knickers, and showing that there was a difference.
I got dressed, and admired the view of me dressed in my lingerie in the mirror, before putting on my suit, and hiding away all my frillies.
You could make out the red camisole under my shirt, so I put a jumper over it to hide what I was wearing.
Again as I Ieft the house and closed the door, the thought that I could not get back until my wife let me in, crossed my mind, and I hoped she would soon relent and at least gave me my key back.
Walking into the office I was filled with the usual sensations of feeling my suspenders pulling against my stockings, not allowing me for one second to forget what I was wearing under my ‘normal’ clothes.
Jane looked up from her desk “Morning Miss Thorne,” she said with a smile.
“Morning Miss Jane,” was my reply.
Damn! I meant to stop her saying that, maybe tomorrow, or next week. Yes that would be a good idea, I will say next week about calling me Les again, then I could say she has had enough time to get used to my different surname.
I am not sure I believed what I was saying to myself, but at least I did not have to face it today.
As I stood by her desk, to pick up the correspondence, the thought flashed through my mind of my dream of the other night and her doing a ‘uniform inspection,’ to show what lingerie I was wearing.
Her telling me to drop my trousers, showing all my lingerie, I was aware that almost everyone was in and I would be standing on display, and imaging the tittering from the other girls in the office while Jane checked to make sure my suspenders were properly attached, my knickers were in place, and even my camisole was smooth over my body.
Even the thought of having to wait until she gave me permission to pull my trousers up, and get on with my day was causing my cock to throb in its cage.
Fortunately that did not happen and was able to escape into my office, and daintily sit down, and get on with my day.
Then the mundane day to day tasks take over, and to a large degree the clothes that I am wearing are no longer in the forefront of my mind, but never forgotten, I will move my leg and feel the pull of my suspenders, I will reach over to get the phone and feel the silkiness of my camisole rub against my nipple.
How women can wear these kinds of clothes everyday, and not feel the urge to play with themselves all the time is beyond me.
My boss was on the phone going through the report that I had sent him when what I most dreaded happening, happened!
‘Whit, Whoo,’ my phone went. I now keep my phone in my pocket to try to muffle the sound, but the vibration against my stockinged leg left me in no uncertain thought, my wife wanted a picture of me.
I was distracted with what my boss said, and the voice in my earpiece say “Well, what is the answer Les?”
“Oh, sorry, there was some interference on the line, I didn’t catch what you said,” I replied, hoping it was a nice easy question and I could answer quickly so I could take the picture that my wife wanted.
“I thought I heard something,” he replied, and then asked the question again.
Oh god he could hear the wolf whistle of the text message my wife had set on my phone.
Unfortunately it was not a quick answer to his question, and I was finding it hard to concentrate as in my mind I was thinking ‘I have only ten minutes to send the picture my wife wants.’
I could hardly say “I need to take a picture to my wife of the pretty lingerie she has me wear,” and then hang up.
He seemed determined to go through every line of the report.
I kept looking at my watch and answer all his questions, at eight minutes, he decided all his queries were satisfied, and with the briefest of goodbye’s I hung the phone up and raced out of the office, not caring how it looked to everyone.
At least the gods were with me, in the toilets. as they were empty , I rushed into a cubical, undressing as quickly as I could, but buttons are very fiddly especially when you are trying to rush.
But when I had exposed what I thought was enough of my camisole, and my trousers were around my ankles to show my French Knickers, stockings and suspenders, I quickly took a picture and pressed ‘send’.
I collapsed onto the toilet seat, my heart was pounding, and I was sweating, surely Susan would understand that it was my boss I was talking to and could not get away.
As my breathing began to return to normal, and I thought that I can’t stay here all the time, I started to get dressed so I could return to the office and ‘Whit, Whoo,’ my phone went.
I looked at the message and it simply said ‘You were late, punishment tonight.’
I did consider texting, or phoning her to explain what happened, but realised if I texted her I would have to stay in the toilets as I would need to know what her responses were, and if I phoned her, someone could come into the toilets, and overhear what I was saying.
Neither were good options.
So I got dressed and went back into the office.
The thought of the punishment I would be receiving tonight was on my mind, unfortunately rather than dreading it, the image of being bent over my wife's knee and being spanked was making me hard, or as hard as I could be in my cock cage, and when I saw Jane looking at me as I came into the office, I then thought of being over her knee as well.
I could feel myself blushing, and I hoped that it was not obvious to her that I was blushing.
“Sorry Miss Jane,” I said as I passed her, as though I had to explain my reason for leaving the office to her, “call of nature.”
“I did wonder,” she said with a giggle.
“Make sure you don’t make a habit of it Miss Thorne, or you will need to be punished,” she continued in a mock stern voice.
I must admit I almost came when she said that, I could feel my cock begin to pulse in preparation of ejecting cum, which would have undoubtedly soaked my French knickers, and gone through to my trousers.
I felt myself blushing even more
I quickly walked through to my office, and sat down, at least if I came now it would be hidden by my desk, how long I would have to wait before my trousers dried out I don’t know, but I would not be standing in front of my secretary, with a wet stain on the crotch of my trousers wondering if it would be better or worse saying to her that it was cum, not piss that was causing the stain.
Fortunately as I sat down and I tried to bury myself in my paperwork, to try to take my mind off what almost happened.
To a degree it worked, but any gap in working my mind started thinking about my punishment that I would be having later, and my cock started swelling again.
I think I cleared more paperwork that day than I have ever done, and was almost surprised then Jane popped her head round my office door and said “I’m going now Miss Thorne, see you tomorrow.”
I nodded and said “I’m just going to finish this then I am off as well. See you tomorrow.”
I watched her bottom wiggle in her well filled skirt, as she walked out of the office, and Idly wondered if which I would prefer, me bent over her lap and being spanked, or her over my lap, me pulling her skirt up, revealing her knickers, maybe even matching knickers to mine, pulling her knickers down, and spanking her ample behind.
When I knew the coast was clear, I left to office, my heart pumping thinking about what awaits me at home.
As I pulled up outside the house, and was relieved that my wife’s car was there and there was no-one about, I got out of my car and noticed that there was an extra lock fitted to the door.
I pressed the doorbell, but I was puzzling about the extra lock, and saw the shadowy figure of my wife through the frosted glass of the door.
She again opened the door just enough to peep round the door, this time I knew what she wanted of me “Please Mistress, can I come in.”
“I’m not sure I should, as you have been a very naughty sissy, and not obeying you Mistress’s instructions,” she said.
I knew if any of our neighbours waked past they might hear our conversation “Please Mistress, I will explain, but please could I come in,” I could hear myself whining.
She smiled and opened the door, “Ok then, but remember to thank me for letting you in.”
With that she opened the door, and I rushed in, but she did not close the door after me, and just stood, and looked at me expectantly.
I looked at her, the open door, and the street outside, knowing I was clearly on display to anyone who walked past.
I wanted to ask her to close the door, but knew it was futile, so hoped to appease her quickly and grovelled down in front of her, kissing her feet and saying “Thank you Mistress for letting me in.”
My brain was thinking how ridiculous I would look, but I could feel my cock throb against the bars of its cage.
As I was kissing her feet I heard her say “You will have noticed the new lock on the door”.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now you can have your key back, but not the key for the new lock, so now I am not at your beck and call, to be let in, but you will not be able to get into the house, unless I am home. Isn’t that a good idea Sissy.”
It crossed my mind to say just giving me the key back would be a simpler solution, but there was no way I was going to say that out loud, so I just said ‘Yes Mistress.”
“You can thank me by kissing me on the lips,” she said.
I stopped kissing her feet and went to stand up so I could kiss her, but she said “No, these are the lips you will be kissing,” and lifted her skirt up and pointed to her black see-through knickers.”
I stayed on my knees, knowing I was in full view if anyone walked by, then leant forwards until my lips were brushing against her knickers, I could clearly see her shaven pussy underneath the transparent material, and I could smell her, the slightly musty smell, but I found it exciting.
Then she let her skirt fall so I was surrounded by her skirt, adding to the humiliation as my head was clearly under her skirt.
I allowed my hands to stoke up her stockinged legs, until they reached her stocking tops, then her flesh of her thighs, then higher until I could feel her bum cheeks through the silky material, and pulled her towards me so I could bury myself deeper into her pussy.
I was kissing and licking, feeling the material separating me from what I desired, which was to lick her flesh, have my tongue enter the valley of delight which is between her thighs. To enjoy her movements as I give her pleasure as I lick her clit. To explore more, tasting her juices as I go further, my tongue trying to enter her body, going where my cock has gone many times in the past, and wishing it could go there now.
I was so engrossed in the world under her skirt I was only vaguely aware of the door being closed.
“That’s enough for them moment, you will have plenty of time to continue that later,” I heard her say.
She lifted her skirt up and I blinked at the extra light.
“Go upstairs and get dressed, and wait in the corner with your blindfold on, I will be up when I feel you are ready to continue your punishment.”
My cock would have pointed the way had it not been in its cage, the images of being bent over and spanked filling my mind with lots of naughty thoughts.
On the bed was ‘my’ dress, and the blindfold all ready for me, and as I put the red satin mask over my eyes, plunging me into darkness with only my imagination to keep me company my mind ran amok.
Firstly it was just the thought of her spanking me, then imagining her friends watching me as I was chastised.
Then went on to imagine I was told to bend over their laps as well, firstly Janet, then passed onto Julie, then Christine and then Melanie.
I even considered of my wife inviting Jane to the house, just so she could humiliate me in front of her, and even have Jane spank me.
Hearing them generally chatting, as though it was perfectly normal to have a man, dressed in frillies, bent over their laps, skirt pulled up, knickers pulled down and being spanked.
My cock was throbbing as much as its cage allowed, waiting for the time when I would be over my wife’s knee, and being spanked.
It was hard to tell how much time I was standing in the corner, it felt a lot longer than last time, but I know I would not be able to hear my wife come into the room, so I dare not peek under my blindfold and look at the time.
Was it 10 minutes, or was it an hour, I don’t know.
I was aware of her body heat behind me, and the smell of her perfume, and eventually she said “That’s a good sissy, waiting in the corner, like the naughty girl she is for her punishment, you can take your blindfold off now.”
I removed my blindfold, and blinked to get used to the light and turned around and saw my wife standing in front of me.
All she was wearing was a black lacy bra, with matching suspender belt, knickers, and black stockings.
I know before the events of this week, if she had appeared in front of me dressed like that I would probably have got her on all fours, and fucked her doggy style, to be honest, thinking more of my pleasure, than hers.
Now I know that she was the one in control, and all I can hope for when she has had her fun with me, we might return to normal, or at least more normal than the moment.
She sat down on the bed, and motioned me to come over to her.
“Lift your skirt up, and pull your knickers down,” she said.
I tried not to look too eager as I obeyed her instruction, and went to the side of her in preparation of bending over her lap.
“What are you doing,” she said.
I was genuinely puzzled “You said you were going to punish me, so I thought……”
“There you go again, trying to think, you know you are not good at it.
Yes you are going to be punished, but if you like the punishment, it is not much of a punishment, is it?” she said as she looked at me with a smile on her face.
“But being spanked is a punishment, it is humiliating,” I said.
“But this is telling me you WANT to be spanked,” and with that her reached out to my cock cage and stroked the outside, my cock straining at the bars.
I could feel the warmth of her hand and the movement, but could not get and pleasure from her touch.
“You are going to be punished, but not something you want,” and with that she reached behind her and got a small paper bag, then opened it, and took out three small bells, the kind you put on cats collars to stop them being able to catch birds.
She then proceeded to attach them onto the bars of the cage, they attached like a key ring and was quite fiddly and again I could feel the warmth of her hand, and the feeling of being manipulated, but no pleasure.
When she was satisfied she said “There you go, now you can pull your knickers back up, and have a walk around.”
I did as told and as I walked, or should I say, minced, every step made to bells tinkle.
She giggled “just like Tinkerbell, in Peter Pan. Ooh, do you believe in fairies, I know I do now.”
I was blushing as she made me walk up and down in front of her.
“Today, you will be wearing them at home, if you need to be punished again, you will be wearing them to work.”
“Please Mistress, don’t make me do that,” I begged.
She opened her legs wide, and said “Show me how much you want to obey me now.”
I looked at her smoothly shaven pussy, the lips already plump, and I could see some of her juices leaking out showing how much she was enjoying humiliating me.
I wished my cock was out of its cage as I would have loved to grab her by the hips and bury my cock deep into her wet pussy, but I knew that was not to be so I knelt between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and started kissing and licking her.
At one point she had my head clamped firmly with her thighs squeezing me as she, forcing my face even harder in her pussy, the only chance of escape was when she was sexually satisfied. My tongue licking her clit, as I felt her thighs tighten as wave after wave of her orgasm coursed through her body.
She must have come three of four times before the pressure was released and I was able to take a few breaths of fresh air.
She collapsed back against the bed, and I could see a few drops of sweat roll down between her tits, my face was covered with her pussy juice, and licking my lips and tasting her again just reminded me of how I was ‘servicing’ her.
My cock, as usual, was trying the throb against its cage, and even that small movement made the bells ‘tinkle’ as they were moved. So my wife would know even if I was perfectly still if my cock was throbbing, adding to my shame.
“Ok Tinkerbell, go downstairs and start preparing the tea, I will have a shower and come down when I am ready,” she breathlessly said.
Every step I took was accompanied with the gentle ‘tinkle’ of the bells, walking in heels meant I had to swing my hips as I walked adding to the movement. I tried changing how I walked to reduce the sound, but nothing worked.
If I cupped my hand around the cage and bells, the sound was considerably muffled, but I could hardly walk all the time holding my crotch.
As I was preparing the tea I heard the shower going, and could not help but think of the water cascading down her naked body and with that thought I heard the gentle ‘tinkle’ of the bells under my skirt as my cock tried to rise in its cage. This is even more of a torture than I thought, if my mind starts wandering, and I start thinking erotic thoughts, which with my current situation is most of the time, my wife will know instantly, and who knows what punishment I would have to endure.
As I was finishing the tea, my wife came down, and all she was dressed in was a see-through negligee, with nothing on underneath, and her body was clear to see, but what she was wearing added to the erotic image, even more than if she had come down naked.
My bells started ‘tinkling’ as my cock reacted to the image in front of me.
“Does Tinkerbell like what she sees,” she said as she did a twirl.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
“If only I had a REAL man who could really appreciate my body, and use it as it needed to be used. I must admit I am getting really horny it feels like forever since I had a real cock,” she said as she watched me blush.
I wished I had the courage to say ‘unlock my cock and I will show you what a real man can do for you,’ but all I ended up saying was “Yes Mistress.”
“Well hopefully that situation will change soon,” she said as she sat down to start to eat the meal I prepared for her.
Did this mean I was soon to be released from my cage, and things might return to normal, although I hope that normal would still allow me to wear frillies, and the thought of being able to choose my own lingerie in the morning made my cock twitch, and start the bells ‘twinkling’.
The rest of the evening continued as what was becoming normal, me doing the housework, while my wife relaxed and read the paper and watched the telly.
The only added part was the tinkling of my bells as I did any movement and I could not help but looking at my wife in the negligee and wishing she would release my cock now, but knowing this was part of my punishment, and hopefully it will be over soon.
When we went to bed and put on our respective baby doll nighties, I half hoped that she would relent then and release my cock, but she said nothing, so I could not say anything.
As we tried to go to sleep every movement I made was accompanied by the ‘tinkling’ of the bells, and after a few minutes my wife said “I think so we both can get some sleep, you can take the bells off, but next time you are wearing them you will have to sleep in the spare room.”
I gladly took the bells off, but I must admit they were fiddly to take off and it took a few minutes to remove, and put them on my bedside table, then shortly afterwards I was asleep.
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