Seven days to sissyhood. Day 4
TUESDAY
I opened my eyes, knowing it was early, and I looked at the clock and saw it was 5:12.
I can understand the feeling of if someone loses an arm or a leg, of a phantom limb, I knew my cock is fully caged, but in my mind I can feel it erect and throbbing, even imagine it tenting my knickers out, and making the hem of my nightie rise up, but as my hand goes down, in the vague hope that it is free, all I feel is the warmth of my cock enclosed in the metal bars of it’s cage.
My wife is still asleep next to me, and I know it is pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I quietly get up and go to the bathroom, to prepare myself for the day ahead.
I remove my nightie and knickers in preparation of getting into the shower, and even that action feels so sexy that my cock makes it presence known, and accompanied with the ache of my balls as the release which is so needed is beyond my power my power to provide, I looked at my electric toothbrush on the shelf and the thought popped into my head of could I use that to wank myself.
Stupid I know, but if you have never been in this position, you can’t imagine how desperate you get.
I turned the toothbrush on, and it started buzzing, and if put the head of the brush between the bars of my cage as much as I could, I could at least feel the sensation of something, other than the bars of my cage touching my cock.
It was pleasurable, but I needed more sensation, all it was doing was teasing myself more, adding to the pain of my cock swelling against the unyielding cage, and my balls wanting release as well.
I put the toothbrush against my nipples in the hope that it will give even more pleasure. I must admit it did. The feeling of the bristles vibrating against my nipples were sending waves of pleasure down my body, but not to the extent where it would make me want to cum.
Then I put the brush down to my cock and now pinched and teased my nipples, again the pleasure increased but no where near the point I would get the release I desperately needed
All I was doing was torturing myself more, maybe if I could continue doing this for an hour, I would be able to cum, but I certainly could not justify to my wife ‘brushing’ my teeth for an hour.
So all I achieved was more frustration, but at least my cock, and nipples were minty fresh.
I showered, feeling how smooth my body felt when it was hairless, not that I was particularly hairy, but I must admit it did feel nice.
As I had plenty of time I decided to full shave the whole of my body again, and as I was shaving my legs, with one leg on the side of the bath and one leg on the floor, the image of the times when I had seen my wife doing exactly the same thing, made me think what a feminine action it was, and my cock started to swell again.
Everything I seem to do at the moment just seems to add to my frustration.
When I finished shaving myself I put on my nightie and knickers and went downstairs to have my breakfast.
As I started eating my breakfast, I heard my wife go into the bathroom, and the shower go on.
In my minds eye I saw her standing in the shower, naked, her tits firm and round. The water cascading down her body, running as a stream between her tits, her nipples erect and water dripping off them.
Her soapy hand caressing her body, sliding over her tits, enjoying the sensation, as she feels her hard nipples, she takes a nipple between her finger and thumb, and squeezes, the sensation, partially pain, but partially pleasure goes down to her pussy.
Her other hand slides down her body feeling the cleft of her newly shaven pussy, one finger entering the valley of pleasure, already feeling her clit begin to throb, knowing the pleasure that will be given by that silky touch.
STOP IT! Jesus, if it wasn’t bad enough dealing with all the frustrations of what she was doing to me, I have to add to it.
The shower goes off and she goes back into our bedroom, and I finish my breakfast and go upstairs, and if I wasn’t frustrated enough I saw my wife was still getting dressed.
But what was surprising was that she was just clipping suspenders onto her black stockings, on a work day she usually wore tights.
She smiled when she saw me in the doorway, probably with my mouth open, and I would not be surprised if I was drooling.
“I can’t have you wearing all the pretty things, can I,” she said.
“Don’t worry, your clothes are laid out as well.”
I looked on the bed and saw my suit, but also a black suspender belt, stockings and black thong.
I have always found wearing a thong not as pleasurable as seeing my wife in a thong, firstly my cock usually will not be contained in the lacy triangle at the front and the back feels most uncomfortable, but usually I wank myself quite quickly so I don’t know if you get more used to the feeling of the thin material between your bum.
“We can be like twin sisters, both of us wanting to wear the same clothes” she said “Or more accurately should it be Sissy and sister?”
I look at the suspender belt, and know it is pointless trying to argue about having to wear it, I was just thinking that if I kept it low, it should not show over the waistband of my trousers.
I can see my wife is expecting some form of complaint from me, so I decide to surprise, by simply picking up the selected clothes and starting to get dressed.
She raised her eyebrow at the lack of comment from me, and as I clip my suspender belt around my waist she said “I hope my stockings don’t slip, it would be awful if I had to re-adjust then in the office because Rob might see me, and who knows how he would react.”
I know yesterday she told me exactly how he would react I knew she was teasing me, my cock did swell at the thought of him bending her over and fucking her, but at least my cage stopped it from popping out from the lacy triangle of my thong so I just mumbled “We will have to hope your stockings do not slip.”
We both continued to get dressed and as we put on our respective outer clothes, to look at us you would have no clue of the sexy lingerie we both had on.
My wife didn’t button her blouse up quite as high as she would usually and her cleavage was more on display than usual, and you could see the lacy edge of her black bra.
She then put on a chain necklace and saw there was a small key on it, and I recognised the key was for the lock of my chastity cage. the thought of anyone being able to see that key on display, and wondering what she would say if anyone asked about it made my cock, painfully, expand to the maximum my cage would allow. At least the bulge would not show through my trousers.
She saw where I was looking, as the key was nestled in her cleavage “Pretty, isn’t it.”
I wished it was my cock between her cleavage it would only be a few thrusts and I am sure she would be wearing a pearl necklace very soon, I said “Do you have to wear that?”
“It will be a reminder to both of us of what a sissy you have become,” was her reply.
As though I needed any reminding!
She handed me an envelope “Here is your picture for your new security pass.”
I looked at the envelope and saw it was sealed and she had written on the outside ‘Personnel Dept, ref Ms L Thorne.” As though I was a 5 yr old c***d having to take his dinner money to school, but not trusted not to lose the money.
I slipped the envelope into my jacket pocket, and as I left the house and closed the door, the thought that I could not get back in until my wife let me in added to my feeling of helplessness.
When I got to the office, the tug of my suspenders, and the feeling of the back of my thong up my bum made me totally aware of what I was wearing, but at least it made me think that I had better walk like a man, not make it obvious and mince about.
As I walked into the outer office in my mind was, ‘walk like a man, walk like a man, walk like a man.’
Jane looked up from her desk and said “Morning Miss Thorne, is your leg still playing you up.”
I can’t even walk like a man when I try, what has my wife turned me into.
I rub my leg as though massaging some kind of ache, but all I could feel under my hand was my suspender strap, and the tab where it was holding my stocking up making me even more aware of what I was wearing, and worried if Jane looked where I was rubbing she might see the tell tale bump of the suspender tab.
“I told you Jane, you can still call me Les, you don’t have to say Ms Thorne,” I tried to stress the pronunciation of Ms, in the hope if she insisted in addressing me formally, it would not sound like Miss.
“It’s all right for you, you have had lots of time to think about your name change, I have to get used to it, and it will help me to remember if you call me Miss Jane.” Was her reply.
If only she knew how little time I had to think about the change in my name, but it was something I could hardly explain to her.
I knew as her manager I could insist on how she addressed me, but the thought of trying to assert my authority over her, made me immediately imagine myself on my knees, in front of her, her skirt pulled up and me having to worship her pussy.
My cock was kept in my thong only due to the cage it was in, but my balls gave a painful throb, as they wanted a release from all the frustrations I was enduring.
Jane smiled at me and said “Lick my cunt.”
My jaw dropped open and I gasped out “What?”
“I said, do you like my cut, I went to the hairdresser yesterday, and wondered if you liked my haircut,” and she fluffed her hair to show it off.
“Yes it is very pretty Miss Jane,” I said, almost feeling like biting my tongue for saying Miss Jane, but I was so taken aback of how I misheard her, all I wanted to do was hid in my office and try to get control of myself.
As I collapsed into my chair, I felt one of my suspenders become detached from my stocking. Sexy lingerie is designed for gentle elegant movements, not for sudden movements of collapsing into a chair.
What do I do now, I had just got into the office, it would look odd to leave, also the thought of walking past Jane and worried of how I am walking, and as I looked at my watch I realised I had a sales meeting in about 10 mins, so could not really leave the office.
I could hardly drop my trousers, just to re-attach my suspender strap, then I suddenly remembered that my photograph had to be at personnel first thing, who knows what my wife would do if I said I had forgotten.
I pulled the envelope out of my jacket pocket and saw how it was addressed. I decided to write on ‘for attention of Ms Amy Danvers’, I know the style of the handwriting was different, but at least Amy would know what it was about.
My heart was pounding, at the thought of speaking to Jane again, I could not shake the image from my mind of me kneeling down in front of her.
I stood behind her and coughed gently “Miss Jane could you take this letter to personnel, don’t rush, just when you are ready.” By saying don’t rush the coward part of me was trying to put it off, and if I could blame another person for the delay in issuing my new security pass, and my ‘new’ name, surely my wife could not blame me.
“Ok Miss Thorne, I will do it right away, I was about to do the annual returns, and once I start them I would not be able to leave until I finished, and that would be a couple of hours,” she said as she took to envelope.
As I returned to my office part of me wishing that I had left it a few minutes then I could have blamed Jane for not getting to picture to update my security pass, I was aware of the stocking on one leg slipping, but not able to do anything about it.
I prepared for the sales meeting, and it was shortly afterwards John and Peter entered my office.
It was all the usual things during the meeting of figures, and projections, nice humdrum thing which took my mind of what I was wearing.
At the end of the meeting I said about future sales we hope to have and John said “We will show those sissies on the other teams who is best.”
As he said the word sissies my cock immediately started throbbing and I was hyper aware of the thong pulling in my bum cheeks, the suspenders pulling my stockings, and even the detached suspender felt noticeable.
I know I would have usually said something inspiring like ‘we will show those group of poufs who are the cock of the roost,’ but I was almost as surprised when what I actually said was “Remember we all work for the same company, if you have any sales leads you cannot deal with, think about passing them on to the other teams.”
Asking a salesman to pass a sales lead to someone else is akin to asking him to cut his own leg off, and I saw them pass a look between the two of them, I could almost read their minds, they were thinking ‘what a sissy,’ how right they were.
I imagined Jane coming into my office and saying “Stand up Miss Thorne, and remove your trousers and show everyone what a sissy you are.”
Me meekly saying “Yes Miss Jane,” and standing there showing all my feminine lingerie, as they laugh at me.
My cock was throbbing as hard as it could, and my balls aching wanting release, and I even looked out of my office, to see that Jane was back at her desk, working away at the figures, so knowing it was all in my imagination.
A look of pain must have crossed my face as Peter said “Are you OK Les?”
I tried to laugh it off by saying “Just a bit of stomach ache.”
“Maybe you should go home,” he said.
“I will think about it but it should be OK,” knowing that I could not go home, as I do not have a key to get in.
They left my office and I was left alone with only my thoughts to keep me company, thinking ‘how could my life get worse,’ then ‘Whit Whoo,’ my text alert went off. THAT is how my life could get worse!
I looked at my phone and was greeting by the picture of me dressed in lingerie, tied to the bed, and I opened the text and read ‘Picture time, sissy.’
I had no option but to walk past Jane, but I was fortunate that her head was down working hard, so I just mumbled “Just popping out,” as walked past.
Again I was fortunate there was no-one in the toilets, so went into a cubicle, undressing as I was entering. As soon as my trousers were round my ankles I took a picture of my suspenders, thong, and stockings, then pressed send.
I waited, to see if there was a reply, and was ‘rewarded’ by text saying ‘You look so pretty, sissy.’
At least that was done for the moment, so I re-attached the loose suspender strap, pulled my trousers up , and went back to my office with thoughts of ‘do I try to walk like a man, or do I pretend to limp, to make it look like I have some injury.’
Fortunately when I came into the office Jane was still hard at work doing the returns, and barely looked at me, but as she was leaning forwards over her desk her cleavage was clearly on show, and my cock started painfully throbbing imagining my head buried between her tits, and then suckling on her nipples like a baby.
I went into my office, and sat down more elegantly this time, and at least my suspender strap did not come loose this time, I can’t even sit like a man anymore.
I try to lose myself in my paperwork, but every time I move I can feel either a suspender strap pulling on my stockings, or the back of my thong pulling between my bum. How do women control themselves when they constantly have these distractions purely due to the clothes they are wearing.
Eventually I look at my watch, and think it would be a reasonable time to go home, and as I closed my office door Jane looked up “Are you off now Miss Thorne?”, and stretched her back, as she had spent most of the day hunched over her desk, it was probably a relief to move. As she arched her back, it pushed her tits out, and I could just see a red lacy edge of her bra cup, which got my mind racing, thinking of grabbing her tits, and wondering if the rest on her underwear matched her bra.
At least my cock being in it’s cage stopped it from poking out of my thong, and tenting my trousers out, I know I need to leave as quickly as possible before my imagination went too far, in my hurry to leave I instinctively said “Good night Miss Jane,” the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, maybe tomorrow I will try to stop the ‘Miss Thorne, Miss Jane’ thing, for now I need to escape to my house.
When I drove home I saw that my wife’s car was not parked, and realised as I left work a little early, I got home before she did, at least I was in the comfort of my own car, so I put the radio on and waited for her to get home.
As I relaxed, with the thought that at least I did not have anything to steer my mind down pathways which would lead to me being turned on, and the pain and problems that causes, there was a sudden tap on the window, and I looked and saw our neighbour, Brian, looking at me.
“You ok?” he said.
I got out of the car and said with a laugh “I forgot my keys, but Sooze will be home soon.”
He laughed in return “It must be old age, do you want to wait in my house?”
All I really wanted to do was get into my own house, “You never know, I might forget my trousers next,” as soon as that weak joke escaped my lips, the thought of me standing in the street showing the lingerie I had on made my cock pulse into life.
“Sooze, should be home soon,” oh god why did I put that thought into my mind.
I felt relief when I saw her car coming down the street “Here she is now.”
She parked and as she slid out of her car seat, I was looking at her stocking clad legs, part of me wanting her skirt to flash stocking tops, but knowing if it did it would just add to my frustration.
“Hi Sooze,” I called out to her, “I forgot my key to the door.” I was trying to get my story that I had told Brian in first, just in case she said anything different.
She immediately flashed a look at me, that if she had the power of lightning, there would have been a flash of light and all that would have remained of me would have been a pile of ashes, undoubtedly with my cock cage on top, and a thong would have drifted down to land on top of the pile.
I had done something wrong, but I do not know what.
In an instant she looked at Brian, and she was all smiles, I do not think he even saw the look my wife gave me.
“Maybe I should make him wear his key round his neck, then he can’t forget it,” she said with a laugh to Brian.
“And when it gets colder and he wears his gloves, I will put them on a string and thread it through his jacket,” she continued.
I tried to laugh, as though joining in the joke “I don’t think it will come to that,” but in the back of my mind thinking that she might do that to humiliate he.
Brian laughed as well “It looks like you are on the naughty step today.”
“That seems to be my life at the moment,” I said with a laugh, at least that was the truth.
We said our goodbyes, and my wife opened the door and we both went in.
She snapped at me “I want you to go upstairs to our bedroom, take off your male clothes, put on your sissy blindfold and stand in the corner, facing the wall, and wait for me there.”
I had obviously done something wrong but for the life of me I don’t know what, I stood there open mouthed.
“Scoot,” she snapped.
I scooted, I almost ran up the stairs, hurriedly removing my clothing until I was standing in my stockings, suspenders and thong. I took the satin mask that she had bought on Saturday, faced the wall like a naughty 5 yr old, but in darkness. I knew I was panting, but soon my breathing came under control.
I was thinking what caused her to treat me like this, my cock seemed to like it though, as I could feel it throbbing in its cage. I am sure I had taken the picture within time, I had not looked at any porn, mainly because I could not access it. I had definitely not played with myself, again as she controlled that as well, what had I done wrong.
I could hear sounds from downstairs, it sounded as though she was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee, then silence for a while. Then I could hear her voice, I assume she was on the phone, I even heard her laugh, which sent my mind racing, was she laughing at me, telling someone else my situation at the moment.
Then silence, was it ten minuets, was it half an hour, was it an hour I was waiting in the dark facing the corner of the room, when you can’t see you are no longer able to judge time.
As I waited, part of me began the think ‘I wonder if I should lift my blindfold, just to see the time, I could quickly put it back when I hear my wife come up the stairs,’ but I waited.
I was just about to have a peek when I began to think that she was just behind me, I am sure I could feel the heat of her body, if I strain my ears, can I hear her breathing, can I even feel her breath on the back of my neck, I felt like screaming, but I did not dare do anything.
Just when I thought I could take no more and I was about to lift my blindfold she whispered in my ear “at least you can follow some instructions.”
I yelped, and jumped slightly, even though I did suspect she was there it was still a shock.
She giggled and said “You can turn round now, and take your blindfold off.”
I did as instructed and blinked as I got used to the light and the sight that met my eyes almost overwhelmed me. She was standing there just in her stockings, suspenders, thong, and bra, I felt like collapsing to me knees to worship her beauty.
“So have you had time to reflect on what you did?” she said.
“I have being trying, but I don’t know what I did wrong,” I was almost whining.
“What did you call me when I got out of my car?”
I looked puzzled, “I said Sooze.......” as soon as I said that the penny dropped, I did not call her Mistress.
“But I thought,” she stopped me immediately.
“Look where thinking has got you so far,” and her eyes went up an down my body.
“But Brian was there, you might have been embarrassed,” I tried saying.
She laughed and said “No YOU would have been embarrassed. But I can see in certain situations it might not be appropriate for you to call me Mistress. So if there in anyone else about, if I do not want you to call me Mistress, I will call you Les, then you know you can call me by my name, otherwise it is Mistress, irrespective of who else is about, but I must call you Les first understand.”
I nodded my head “Yes Mistress.”
“Now you need to be punished,” she sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap.
I did not need any other instruction, as I placed myself over her lap and waited to be spanked.
My thong gave no protection, so she did not pull my knickers down.
SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!
She did not hold back as she spanked me, I could feel my bum throbbing, and the heat that the punishment created, I could also feel my cock throbbing as well, and that created another kind of pain.
“Stand up now,” she said “and pull the front of your knickers down.”
I did as instructed and she softly blew on her hand and looked at my cock trying to bulge out of it’s cage.
“I will have to find a punishment that hurts me less, and you enjoy less.”
Then she lay back on the bed and put her hand inside her thong, and started stroking her pussy, and with a smile she said “I know this is something that I enjoy, and frustrates you.”
I stood there, wishing I could leap on top of her and fuck her brains out, but all I could do was stand there feeling helpless and frustrated.
“Tell me about your day,” she said.
As I told her that Jane kept calling me Miss Thorne, and has me call her Miss Jane, I could see her finger enter her pussy, and could even hear how wet she was.
She continued to finger fuck herself, and even laughed when she heard how I reacted to hearing the word sissy.
When I finished relating my day, my cock was as hard as it was allowed to be, and my balls were aching for the release they desperately needed.
She pulled her thong to one side displaying the glistening pussy “Now come here and I will tell you how my day went.”
Crawled up the bed, until my face was between her legs, I could smell her arousal, my tongue reached out and could taste her sopping pussy.
“I had forgotten how sexy wearing stockings make you feel on a day to day basis,” she said “I must admit, I did let my skirt rise up a little bit to show my stocking tops and I did see a few men trying to ogle me, but trying not to make it obvious.”
“Rob had me in his office....”
As she said ‘Rob had me in his office,’ I immediately imagined her bent over his desk, her blouse ripped open, her tits hanging out of her bra, skirt pushed up, knickers around her ankles, Rob holding her hips and thrusting into her, thrusting into the pussy I am now licking.
“....and said that there is a possibility of a promotion.”
I am not sure if I was glad, or sad that what I thought, was just in my imagination, but I could feel my hips moving as though I was fucking the bed, it was as though I had lost control of what body was doing.
“He said I would spend a lot of my time directly under him.”
That must be deliberate to tease me.
I was licking her clit as quickly as I could, hoping that if I pleasure her, she would stop teasing me. I could feel her hips thrust against my face.
“So you being a sissy, might have led me to getting a promotion,” and with that she thrust hard with her hips as she came, I could feel her pussy pulsate, and her juices soaked my chin.
As her body settled down, she pulled me upwards until we were both in each others arms, her in the glow of a post orgasm stupor, me tense and frustrated, all I could think about was the ache from my balls, I thought now is the best moment I could think about to try to ask her if I could have some relief.
“Mistress......”
“Yes,” she said.
As you have had your good news, I was wondering........”
“Yes..”
“As I have not been able to cum, do you think I could have some pleasure?” this is the level I have got to, I am having to beg my wife so I can have a wank.
“I told you that you can only ‘access all areas’ when you have your new name security pass,” was her reply.
“But it is causing me pain, they even noticed at work that I was in pain,” I really was pleading now.
“Hmmmm, I will think about it, you understand that you will not be having a fuck, I will think about it and let you know tomorrow.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I said.
“You will have to show you deserve it though you understand.”
“Yes Mistress,” the thought that I might have some relief soon made me excited, yet scared that I would be turned down.
“Well get dressed and make the tea then, and call me when it is ready,”
I knew she meant put the tennis dress and heels on, and watched me with a smile on her face watching me getting dressed.
For the rest of the day I was serving my wife any way that I can, made doubly sure that I did the dusting to the best of my ability.
My wife was sitting down watching the telly, and I was scurrying around doing all the housework, I did not want her to have any reason not to give me the sexual relief I needed.
When we went to bed, I even snuck under the covers, so I could lick her pussy to please her, even though it caused my erection to swell, and my cock to ache.
She came, then turned over, and was soon asleep, the thought going through my mind was, I hope I can cum tomorrow.
Also in case you need to know, wearing a thong is just as uncomfortable at the end of the day, as it is in the beginning. The only thing it does is remind you of the sexy underwear you have on.
All comments appreciated
I opened my eyes, knowing it was early, and I looked at the clock and saw it was 5:12.
I can understand the feeling of if someone loses an arm or a leg, of a phantom limb, I knew my cock is fully caged, but in my mind I can feel it erect and throbbing, even imagine it tenting my knickers out, and making the hem of my nightie rise up, but as my hand goes down, in the vague hope that it is free, all I feel is the warmth of my cock enclosed in the metal bars of it’s cage.
My wife is still asleep next to me, and I know it is pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I quietly get up and go to the bathroom, to prepare myself for the day ahead.
I remove my nightie and knickers in preparation of getting into the shower, and even that action feels so sexy that my cock makes it presence known, and accompanied with the ache of my balls as the release which is so needed is beyond my power my power to provide, I looked at my electric toothbrush on the shelf and the thought popped into my head of could I use that to wank myself.
Stupid I know, but if you have never been in this position, you can’t imagine how desperate you get.
I turned the toothbrush on, and it started buzzing, and if put the head of the brush between the bars of my cage as much as I could, I could at least feel the sensation of something, other than the bars of my cage touching my cock.
It was pleasurable, but I needed more sensation, all it was doing was teasing myself more, adding to the pain of my cock swelling against the unyielding cage, and my balls wanting release as well.
I put the toothbrush against my nipples in the hope that it will give even more pleasure. I must admit it did. The feeling of the bristles vibrating against my nipples were sending waves of pleasure down my body, but not to the extent where it would make me want to cum.
Then I put the brush down to my cock and now pinched and teased my nipples, again the pleasure increased but no where near the point I would get the release I desperately needed
All I was doing was torturing myself more, maybe if I could continue doing this for an hour, I would be able to cum, but I certainly could not justify to my wife ‘brushing’ my teeth for an hour.
So all I achieved was more frustration, but at least my cock, and nipples were minty fresh.
I showered, feeling how smooth my body felt when it was hairless, not that I was particularly hairy, but I must admit it did feel nice.
As I had plenty of time I decided to full shave the whole of my body again, and as I was shaving my legs, with one leg on the side of the bath and one leg on the floor, the image of the times when I had seen my wife doing exactly the same thing, made me think what a feminine action it was, and my cock started to swell again.
Everything I seem to do at the moment just seems to add to my frustration.
When I finished shaving myself I put on my nightie and knickers and went downstairs to have my breakfast.
As I started eating my breakfast, I heard my wife go into the bathroom, and the shower go on.
In my minds eye I saw her standing in the shower, naked, her tits firm and round. The water cascading down her body, running as a stream between her tits, her nipples erect and water dripping off them.
Her soapy hand caressing her body, sliding over her tits, enjoying the sensation, as she feels her hard nipples, she takes a nipple between her finger and thumb, and squeezes, the sensation, partially pain, but partially pleasure goes down to her pussy.
Her other hand slides down her body feeling the cleft of her newly shaven pussy, one finger entering the valley of pleasure, already feeling her clit begin to throb, knowing the pleasure that will be given by that silky touch.
STOP IT! Jesus, if it wasn’t bad enough dealing with all the frustrations of what she was doing to me, I have to add to it.
The shower goes off and she goes back into our bedroom, and I finish my breakfast and go upstairs, and if I wasn’t frustrated enough I saw my wife was still getting dressed.
But what was surprising was that she was just clipping suspenders onto her black stockings, on a work day she usually wore tights.
She smiled when she saw me in the doorway, probably with my mouth open, and I would not be surprised if I was drooling.
“I can’t have you wearing all the pretty things, can I,” she said.
“Don’t worry, your clothes are laid out as well.”
I looked on the bed and saw my suit, but also a black suspender belt, stockings and black thong.
I have always found wearing a thong not as pleasurable as seeing my wife in a thong, firstly my cock usually will not be contained in the lacy triangle at the front and the back feels most uncomfortable, but usually I wank myself quite quickly so I don’t know if you get more used to the feeling of the thin material between your bum.
“We can be like twin sisters, both of us wanting to wear the same clothes” she said “Or more accurately should it be Sissy and sister?”
I look at the suspender belt, and know it is pointless trying to argue about having to wear it, I was just thinking that if I kept it low, it should not show over the waistband of my trousers.
I can see my wife is expecting some form of complaint from me, so I decide to surprise, by simply picking up the selected clothes and starting to get dressed.
She raised her eyebrow at the lack of comment from me, and as I clip my suspender belt around my waist she said “I hope my stockings don’t slip, it would be awful if I had to re-adjust then in the office because Rob might see me, and who knows how he would react.”
I know yesterday she told me exactly how he would react I knew she was teasing me, my cock did swell at the thought of him bending her over and fucking her, but at least my cage stopped it from popping out from the lacy triangle of my thong so I just mumbled “We will have to hope your stockings do not slip.”
We both continued to get dressed and as we put on our respective outer clothes, to look at us you would have no clue of the sexy lingerie we both had on.
My wife didn’t button her blouse up quite as high as she would usually and her cleavage was more on display than usual, and you could see the lacy edge of her black bra.
She then put on a chain necklace and saw there was a small key on it, and I recognised the key was for the lock of my chastity cage. the thought of anyone being able to see that key on display, and wondering what she would say if anyone asked about it made my cock, painfully, expand to the maximum my cage would allow. At least the bulge would not show through my trousers.
She saw where I was looking, as the key was nestled in her cleavage “Pretty, isn’t it.”
I wished it was my cock between her cleavage it would only be a few thrusts and I am sure she would be wearing a pearl necklace very soon, I said “Do you have to wear that?”
“It will be a reminder to both of us of what a sissy you have become,” was her reply.
As though I needed any reminding!
She handed me an envelope “Here is your picture for your new security pass.”
I looked at the envelope and saw it was sealed and she had written on the outside ‘Personnel Dept, ref Ms L Thorne.” As though I was a 5 yr old c***d having to take his dinner money to school, but not trusted not to lose the money.
I slipped the envelope into my jacket pocket, and as I left the house and closed the door, the thought that I could not get back in until my wife let me in added to my feeling of helplessness.
When I got to the office, the tug of my suspenders, and the feeling of the back of my thong up my bum made me totally aware of what I was wearing, but at least it made me think that I had better walk like a man, not make it obvious and mince about.
As I walked into the outer office in my mind was, ‘walk like a man, walk like a man, walk like a man.’
Jane looked up from her desk and said “Morning Miss Thorne, is your leg still playing you up.”
I can’t even walk like a man when I try, what has my wife turned me into.
I rub my leg as though massaging some kind of ache, but all I could feel under my hand was my suspender strap, and the tab where it was holding my stocking up making me even more aware of what I was wearing, and worried if Jane looked where I was rubbing she might see the tell tale bump of the suspender tab.
“I told you Jane, you can still call me Les, you don’t have to say Ms Thorne,” I tried to stress the pronunciation of Ms, in the hope if she insisted in addressing me formally, it would not sound like Miss.
“It’s all right for you, you have had lots of time to think about your name change, I have to get used to it, and it will help me to remember if you call me Miss Jane.” Was her reply.
If only she knew how little time I had to think about the change in my name, but it was something I could hardly explain to her.
I knew as her manager I could insist on how she addressed me, but the thought of trying to assert my authority over her, made me immediately imagine myself on my knees, in front of her, her skirt pulled up and me having to worship her pussy.
My cock was kept in my thong only due to the cage it was in, but my balls gave a painful throb, as they wanted a release from all the frustrations I was enduring.
Jane smiled at me and said “Lick my cunt.”
My jaw dropped open and I gasped out “What?”
“I said, do you like my cut, I went to the hairdresser yesterday, and wondered if you liked my haircut,” and she fluffed her hair to show it off.
“Yes it is very pretty Miss Jane,” I said, almost feeling like biting my tongue for saying Miss Jane, but I was so taken aback of how I misheard her, all I wanted to do was hid in my office and try to get control of myself.
As I collapsed into my chair, I felt one of my suspenders become detached from my stocking. Sexy lingerie is designed for gentle elegant movements, not for sudden movements of collapsing into a chair.
What do I do now, I had just got into the office, it would look odd to leave, also the thought of walking past Jane and worried of how I am walking, and as I looked at my watch I realised I had a sales meeting in about 10 mins, so could not really leave the office.
I could hardly drop my trousers, just to re-attach my suspender strap, then I suddenly remembered that my photograph had to be at personnel first thing, who knows what my wife would do if I said I had forgotten.
I pulled the envelope out of my jacket pocket and saw how it was addressed. I decided to write on ‘for attention of Ms Amy Danvers’, I know the style of the handwriting was different, but at least Amy would know what it was about.
My heart was pounding, at the thought of speaking to Jane again, I could not shake the image from my mind of me kneeling down in front of her.
I stood behind her and coughed gently “Miss Jane could you take this letter to personnel, don’t rush, just when you are ready.” By saying don’t rush the coward part of me was trying to put it off, and if I could blame another person for the delay in issuing my new security pass, and my ‘new’ name, surely my wife could not blame me.
“Ok Miss Thorne, I will do it right away, I was about to do the annual returns, and once I start them I would not be able to leave until I finished, and that would be a couple of hours,” she said as she took to envelope.
As I returned to my office part of me wishing that I had left it a few minutes then I could have blamed Jane for not getting to picture to update my security pass, I was aware of the stocking on one leg slipping, but not able to do anything about it.
I prepared for the sales meeting, and it was shortly afterwards John and Peter entered my office.
It was all the usual things during the meeting of figures, and projections, nice humdrum thing which took my mind of what I was wearing.
At the end of the meeting I said about future sales we hope to have and John said “We will show those sissies on the other teams who is best.”
As he said the word sissies my cock immediately started throbbing and I was hyper aware of the thong pulling in my bum cheeks, the suspenders pulling my stockings, and even the detached suspender felt noticeable.
I know I would have usually said something inspiring like ‘we will show those group of poufs who are the cock of the roost,’ but I was almost as surprised when what I actually said was “Remember we all work for the same company, if you have any sales leads you cannot deal with, think about passing them on to the other teams.”
Asking a salesman to pass a sales lead to someone else is akin to asking him to cut his own leg off, and I saw them pass a look between the two of them, I could almost read their minds, they were thinking ‘what a sissy,’ how right they were.
I imagined Jane coming into my office and saying “Stand up Miss Thorne, and remove your trousers and show everyone what a sissy you are.”
Me meekly saying “Yes Miss Jane,” and standing there showing all my feminine lingerie, as they laugh at me.
My cock was throbbing as hard as it could, and my balls aching wanting release, and I even looked out of my office, to see that Jane was back at her desk, working away at the figures, so knowing it was all in my imagination.
A look of pain must have crossed my face as Peter said “Are you OK Les?”
I tried to laugh it off by saying “Just a bit of stomach ache.”
“Maybe you should go home,” he said.
“I will think about it but it should be OK,” knowing that I could not go home, as I do not have a key to get in.
They left my office and I was left alone with only my thoughts to keep me company, thinking ‘how could my life get worse,’ then ‘Whit Whoo,’ my text alert went off. THAT is how my life could get worse!
I looked at my phone and was greeting by the picture of me dressed in lingerie, tied to the bed, and I opened the text and read ‘Picture time, sissy.’
I had no option but to walk past Jane, but I was fortunate that her head was down working hard, so I just mumbled “Just popping out,” as walked past.
Again I was fortunate there was no-one in the toilets, so went into a cubicle, undressing as I was entering. As soon as my trousers were round my ankles I took a picture of my suspenders, thong, and stockings, then pressed send.
I waited, to see if there was a reply, and was ‘rewarded’ by text saying ‘You look so pretty, sissy.’
At least that was done for the moment, so I re-attached the loose suspender strap, pulled my trousers up , and went back to my office with thoughts of ‘do I try to walk like a man, or do I pretend to limp, to make it look like I have some injury.’
Fortunately when I came into the office Jane was still hard at work doing the returns, and barely looked at me, but as she was leaning forwards over her desk her cleavage was clearly on show, and my cock started painfully throbbing imagining my head buried between her tits, and then suckling on her nipples like a baby.
I went into my office, and sat down more elegantly this time, and at least my suspender strap did not come loose this time, I can’t even sit like a man anymore.
I try to lose myself in my paperwork, but every time I move I can feel either a suspender strap pulling on my stockings, or the back of my thong pulling between my bum. How do women control themselves when they constantly have these distractions purely due to the clothes they are wearing.
Eventually I look at my watch, and think it would be a reasonable time to go home, and as I closed my office door Jane looked up “Are you off now Miss Thorne?”, and stretched her back, as she had spent most of the day hunched over her desk, it was probably a relief to move. As she arched her back, it pushed her tits out, and I could just see a red lacy edge of her bra cup, which got my mind racing, thinking of grabbing her tits, and wondering if the rest on her underwear matched her bra.
At least my cock being in it’s cage stopped it from poking out of my thong, and tenting my trousers out, I know I need to leave as quickly as possible before my imagination went too far, in my hurry to leave I instinctively said “Good night Miss Jane,” the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, maybe tomorrow I will try to stop the ‘Miss Thorne, Miss Jane’ thing, for now I need to escape to my house.
When I drove home I saw that my wife’s car was not parked, and realised as I left work a little early, I got home before she did, at least I was in the comfort of my own car, so I put the radio on and waited for her to get home.
As I relaxed, with the thought that at least I did not have anything to steer my mind down pathways which would lead to me being turned on, and the pain and problems that causes, there was a sudden tap on the window, and I looked and saw our neighbour, Brian, looking at me.
“You ok?” he said.
I got out of the car and said with a laugh “I forgot my keys, but Sooze will be home soon.”
He laughed in return “It must be old age, do you want to wait in my house?”
All I really wanted to do was get into my own house, “You never know, I might forget my trousers next,” as soon as that weak joke escaped my lips, the thought of me standing in the street showing the lingerie I had on made my cock pulse into life.
“Sooze, should be home soon,” oh god why did I put that thought into my mind.
I felt relief when I saw her car coming down the street “Here she is now.”
She parked and as she slid out of her car seat, I was looking at her stocking clad legs, part of me wanting her skirt to flash stocking tops, but knowing if it did it would just add to my frustration.
“Hi Sooze,” I called out to her, “I forgot my key to the door.” I was trying to get my story that I had told Brian in first, just in case she said anything different.
She immediately flashed a look at me, that if she had the power of lightning, there would have been a flash of light and all that would have remained of me would have been a pile of ashes, undoubtedly with my cock cage on top, and a thong would have drifted down to land on top of the pile.
I had done something wrong, but I do not know what.
In an instant she looked at Brian, and she was all smiles, I do not think he even saw the look my wife gave me.
“Maybe I should make him wear his key round his neck, then he can’t forget it,” she said with a laugh to Brian.
“And when it gets colder and he wears his gloves, I will put them on a string and thread it through his jacket,” she continued.
I tried to laugh, as though joining in the joke “I don’t think it will come to that,” but in the back of my mind thinking that she might do that to humiliate he.
Brian laughed as well “It looks like you are on the naughty step today.”
“That seems to be my life at the moment,” I said with a laugh, at least that was the truth.
We said our goodbyes, and my wife opened the door and we both went in.
She snapped at me “I want you to go upstairs to our bedroom, take off your male clothes, put on your sissy blindfold and stand in the corner, facing the wall, and wait for me there.”
I had obviously done something wrong but for the life of me I don’t know what, I stood there open mouthed.
“Scoot,” she snapped.
I scooted, I almost ran up the stairs, hurriedly removing my clothing until I was standing in my stockings, suspenders and thong. I took the satin mask that she had bought on Saturday, faced the wall like a naughty 5 yr old, but in darkness. I knew I was panting, but soon my breathing came under control.
I was thinking what caused her to treat me like this, my cock seemed to like it though, as I could feel it throbbing in its cage. I am sure I had taken the picture within time, I had not looked at any porn, mainly because I could not access it. I had definitely not played with myself, again as she controlled that as well, what had I done wrong.
I could hear sounds from downstairs, it sounded as though she was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee, then silence for a while. Then I could hear her voice, I assume she was on the phone, I even heard her laugh, which sent my mind racing, was she laughing at me, telling someone else my situation at the moment.
Then silence, was it ten minuets, was it half an hour, was it an hour I was waiting in the dark facing the corner of the room, when you can’t see you are no longer able to judge time.
As I waited, part of me began the think ‘I wonder if I should lift my blindfold, just to see the time, I could quickly put it back when I hear my wife come up the stairs,’ but I waited.
I was just about to have a peek when I began to think that she was just behind me, I am sure I could feel the heat of her body, if I strain my ears, can I hear her breathing, can I even feel her breath on the back of my neck, I felt like screaming, but I did not dare do anything.
Just when I thought I could take no more and I was about to lift my blindfold she whispered in my ear “at least you can follow some instructions.”
I yelped, and jumped slightly, even though I did suspect she was there it was still a shock.
She giggled and said “You can turn round now, and take your blindfold off.”
I did as instructed and blinked as I got used to the light and the sight that met my eyes almost overwhelmed me. She was standing there just in her stockings, suspenders, thong, and bra, I felt like collapsing to me knees to worship her beauty.
“So have you had time to reflect on what you did?” she said.
“I have being trying, but I don’t know what I did wrong,” I was almost whining.
“What did you call me when I got out of my car?”
I looked puzzled, “I said Sooze.......” as soon as I said that the penny dropped, I did not call her Mistress.
“But I thought,” she stopped me immediately.
“Look where thinking has got you so far,” and her eyes went up an down my body.
“But Brian was there, you might have been embarrassed,” I tried saying.
She laughed and said “No YOU would have been embarrassed. But I can see in certain situations it might not be appropriate for you to call me Mistress. So if there in anyone else about, if I do not want you to call me Mistress, I will call you Les, then you know you can call me by my name, otherwise it is Mistress, irrespective of who else is about, but I must call you Les first understand.”
I nodded my head “Yes Mistress.”
“Now you need to be punished,” she sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap.
I did not need any other instruction, as I placed myself over her lap and waited to be spanked.
My thong gave no protection, so she did not pull my knickers down.
SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!, SLAP!
She did not hold back as she spanked me, I could feel my bum throbbing, and the heat that the punishment created, I could also feel my cock throbbing as well, and that created another kind of pain.
“Stand up now,” she said “and pull the front of your knickers down.”
I did as instructed and she softly blew on her hand and looked at my cock trying to bulge out of it’s cage.
“I will have to find a punishment that hurts me less, and you enjoy less.”
Then she lay back on the bed and put her hand inside her thong, and started stroking her pussy, and with a smile she said “I know this is something that I enjoy, and frustrates you.”
I stood there, wishing I could leap on top of her and fuck her brains out, but all I could do was stand there feeling helpless and frustrated.
“Tell me about your day,” she said.
As I told her that Jane kept calling me Miss Thorne, and has me call her Miss Jane, I could see her finger enter her pussy, and could even hear how wet she was.
She continued to finger fuck herself, and even laughed when she heard how I reacted to hearing the word sissy.
When I finished relating my day, my cock was as hard as it was allowed to be, and my balls were aching for the release they desperately needed.
She pulled her thong to one side displaying the glistening pussy “Now come here and I will tell you how my day went.”
Crawled up the bed, until my face was between her legs, I could smell her arousal, my tongue reached out and could taste her sopping pussy.
“I had forgotten how sexy wearing stockings make you feel on a day to day basis,” she said “I must admit, I did let my skirt rise up a little bit to show my stocking tops and I did see a few men trying to ogle me, but trying not to make it obvious.”
“Rob had me in his office....”
As she said ‘Rob had me in his office,’ I immediately imagined her bent over his desk, her blouse ripped open, her tits hanging out of her bra, skirt pushed up, knickers around her ankles, Rob holding her hips and thrusting into her, thrusting into the pussy I am now licking.
“....and said that there is a possibility of a promotion.”
I am not sure if I was glad, or sad that what I thought, was just in my imagination, but I could feel my hips moving as though I was fucking the bed, it was as though I had lost control of what body was doing.
“He said I would spend a lot of my time directly under him.”
That must be deliberate to tease me.
I was licking her clit as quickly as I could, hoping that if I pleasure her, she would stop teasing me. I could feel her hips thrust against my face.
“So you being a sissy, might have led me to getting a promotion,” and with that she thrust hard with her hips as she came, I could feel her pussy pulsate, and her juices soaked my chin.
As her body settled down, she pulled me upwards until we were both in each others arms, her in the glow of a post orgasm stupor, me tense and frustrated, all I could think about was the ache from my balls, I thought now is the best moment I could think about to try to ask her if I could have some relief.
“Mistress......”
“Yes,” she said.
As you have had your good news, I was wondering........”
“Yes..”
“As I have not been able to cum, do you think I could have some pleasure?” this is the level I have got to, I am having to beg my wife so I can have a wank.
“I told you that you can only ‘access all areas’ when you have your new name security pass,” was her reply.
“But it is causing me pain, they even noticed at work that I was in pain,” I really was pleading now.
“Hmmmm, I will think about it, you understand that you will not be having a fuck, I will think about it and let you know tomorrow.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I said.
“You will have to show you deserve it though you understand.”
“Yes Mistress,” the thought that I might have some relief soon made me excited, yet scared that I would be turned down.
“Well get dressed and make the tea then, and call me when it is ready,”
I knew she meant put the tennis dress and heels on, and watched me with a smile on her face watching me getting dressed.
For the rest of the day I was serving my wife any way that I can, made doubly sure that I did the dusting to the best of my ability.
My wife was sitting down watching the telly, and I was scurrying around doing all the housework, I did not want her to have any reason not to give me the sexual relief I needed.
When we went to bed, I even snuck under the covers, so I could lick her pussy to please her, even though it caused my erection to swell, and my cock to ache.
She came, then turned over, and was soon asleep, the thought going through my mind was, I hope I can cum tomorrow.
Also in case you need to know, wearing a thong is just as uncomfortable at the end of the day, as it is in the beginning. The only thing it does is remind you of the sexy underwear you have on.
All comments appreciated
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