I got caught.

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I'm having to do this in at two parts. my computer is playing up and once I shut it down, I doubt if it will restart. So in order not to lose this, here goes.

Let me tell you my story. I hope you don't get bored with it. My name is James Roberts. Or rather it was:-

After playing with my computer for many hours on a chat room, while Sally watched her soaps, I eventually found one of my “friends” had gone on line. It was Becky. Becky was a good laugh. I looked forward to chatting with her. Okay, it was only a harmless internet flirting that could never lead to anything so I don't consider it cheating on Sally.

One thing led to another with Becky and we found out we live in the same town. She was on the other side of town to me so Sally could never find out about her. Whereas Sally was ultra vanilla and would not try anything to improve our sex life, Becky used to turn me on by saying how she loved tying her boyfriend up and going out for the evening. One thing that made me laugh was that she got him to put a heavy iron cage door on the cupboard under the stairs. But this in turn had a proper door covering it so visitors never knew what was going on. When he had installed it, she got him to try it out for size, slammed the door shut on him and left the outer door open. She had put a stall in front of the cupboard and left the keys to the cage door just out of his reach. He didn't think she would go shopping and leave him there. How wrong he was. “It gave me a wonderful sense of power while I was shopping, thinking of him locked in that cupboard, unable to escape”

Quite by chance one Saturday, when Sally was visiting her mother, I had to go into town, but I checked the chat room first and saw Becky was on line. She was bored. Her boyfriend had left her and she didn't have to work for a few weeks as she was on her holidays. But she couldn't afford to go away. Just then the phone rang. It was Sally, “Mum's rather ill so I will be staying for a few days to see she is okay” I knew her mum must be ill for her to accept Sally's help. Sally's dad had left her a few months previously and she was alone. I always thought I was an idiot, but although she is in her late 40's, Sally's mum is still beautiful. It was her that made me go after Sally. Her husband left her for a much younger girl.

Well, to cut a long story short, I agreed to meet with Becky and we could chat. I poured out my story about Sally being ultra vanilla and not trying to spice up our sex life. Becky told me what happened to her. It turned out she loves tying up but not being tied. Okay, so that makes her dominant. A man's dream. She was missing not having anyone to tie up. Yes, she did have a few man friends that gave her money to tie them up, but they were all away on holiday. I shivered at the thought of being at her mercy. Of course I offered my services.

We agreed on no sex but as I can have Mondays off from work as I own the company, I could call round and we could play. Becky agreed. We had coffee and went on our ways. Becky said she would send her address via the chat room messages. Becky asked who runs the company on Mondays? I told her my secretary and all the girls I employ. I don't employ men.

Many weeks went by and we met and had fun. I did enjoy being locked in that cupboard although the first time, when she went out and left me, I didn't think she would be back in time. She was, but as all I was left wearing was a pair of bright pink satin panties and my hands were cuffed behind my back it took all the time to get released, I got home just before Sally got in from work. Fortunately I had ordered an Indian takeaway and they delivered. Sally had no idea what I was up to.

A couple of months in and Becky suggests we try a chastity belt. I wasn't sure, but Becky said that I could put it on at home and there would be no chance of Sally accusing us of sex if she found out about us. I said that would be a great idea.

I lay on Becky's bed while she measured me for a Neosteel chastity belt. Becky would order it for me. She would arrange for the belt to be delivered to her address. I thought that was a great idea.

Six weeks later a parcel arrived at Becky's from Germany. Becky sent a message. I took it to be the belt and went to see her. Once there, I stripped and lay naked on her bed. Becky took great pleasure in locking me in the chastity belt. The resounding click as she snapped the lock shut hit me like a canon. “Now my girl, meet your new home. That will stop you getting into trouble” I asked what she meant by “My girl” she told me it was a she male one as she is going to use me as her maid and I have to look the part. I told her I didn't do cross dressing. Her reply was how do I know that I won't enjoy it then. I suppose it is right. If you don't try something how do you know? But there was plenty of time for that. In the mean time I'm to go into the cell while she goes out for her friend. “But that chastity belt looks really fabulous on you. It's a good job you are fastened in it my girl or I'll rape you here and now””

I told Becky that I didn't want anyone else involved. Becky said that was nonsense, I will love her and she will help me enjoy my predicament. “The only thing is she can't speak so at least you know she can't tell everybody”

I climbed into the cramped space and Becky closed the gate on me. I was looking at the keys to my chastity belt and the cage door hanging on pegs on the wall opposite. Becky turned and looked at me, “Would it be better for you if I posted the keys to your chastity belt to your house so you have to wait for them to turn up?” I said she shouldn't do that as the keys might get lost and what would Sally make of it? “I suppose so, but even if I did, there is nothing you can do to stop me is there!” I knew she was right. My cock was straining against the plastic tube it was encased in even if I couldn't see it because of the steel covering it.

“Perhaps I should get a commode for you to sit on. Now that you have to sit like a lady to use the toilet, it would be ideal for you in there” I never answered, but watched as Becky walked towards the door. She turned and spoke, “I will get a price for the commode and you can buy one. Perhaps I can get that lovely eighteen year old blonde girl to deliver it. I'm sure she would love to see you like this” The street door closed behind her leaving me alone to ponder what she is up to.

Many hours went by before she returned and closed the outer door on me leaving me in darkness. I could hear her talking to someone else but could not hear any reply then I remembered Becky saying she can't speak. Then it went quiet so I presume the door to the lounge had been closed.

When eventually Becky opened the outer and cell doors, she fastened a collar around my neck and cuffed me, joining the cuffs to the collar with a chain. I couldn't reach to protect myself in the rear or cover the chastity belt up. Becky attached a lead to the collar and towed me into the lounge.

The woman sat there on the sofa and stood up. She was encased completely in latex with only her eyes, nostrils and mouth being visible. But she was also wearing dark reflective glasses so I couldn't see her eyes. She walked around me, feeling my bum cheeks through her latex gloves. She ran her palm up and down the chastity belt and a murmur of delight escaped her lips.

Becky told me her friend was pleased with what she saw and would love the chance of training me. I was unable to do anything. I went to talk and was gagged for my troubles. I wanted to say it was time for me to go home but Becky said she couldn't understand me. However, she did relent and then it was one mad dash to get changed. Becky let me out of the chastity belt and I quickly threw my clothes on. Leaving the chastity belt and the keys with Becky I flew out of the house calling out goodbye to Becky’s friend who was using a bedroom to get changed herself. I was just getting into the car when I got a phone call from Sally, she and some of her friends were having a quiet drink and she would be a half hour late. Thankfully, that gave me time to get home and start the dinner off.

That night I sat with Sally wishing it was her that would treat me like Becky and her new friend Mistress X would do. Sally asked me if I was okay and I told her I was, it was just that I was mulling over a contract that we had a chance of gaining. Sally told me she had a very interesting day. It turned out that her firm was thinking of cutting staff. As we were quite comfortable, to allow the firm to keep some of the young people on, she asked about redundancy. She told me she would get a few thousand plus some shares of the firm if she went. I agreed that she should take it. I could still let her think I was going to work on a Monday.

Sally asked if we could take some of the displaced people on in my firm. I said if we get the contract I am after, I would know by the following week, we could take the girls on. I reminded her it was my policy as men argue too much. Sally said she thought it was because I liked looking at the girls legs if the truth were known. Well, she was right of course, but I couldn't tell her that or I would be done for sexism.

The next day Sally made more enquiries about redundancy. That night she told me that they would let her go as soon as she wishes. But if we could take on the girls, the men could remain there at their jobs. There were seven people to be got rid of. She was one, that meant that six other girls or two girls and three men. Or six men. As Sally was a trained solicitors clerk she would help me to go through the contract. Something she had done for her firm several times.

Well we did win the contract and we took on the girls. At least the men remained at their jobs. Our output had increased and we were well on the way to fulfilling that contract and winning more. The six girls did well while Sally stayed at home. She seemed happy enough to be a stay at home wife.

Spring led into summer and my meetings with Becky and Mistress X as she liked to be known as were quite entertaining for me. Mistress X wasn't there very often, but when she was, I couldn't see her face nor would she talk.

Sally was going through the books for me to make sure everything was up to date and I hadn't missed anything. Personally, I had the best of all worlds.

One Monday morning I called in at the office as I was expecting a parcel and had to wait until the mail arrived. As son as it did, I checked it out. It was a cheque as promised from one of my contacts, so then I went to Becky's for the day. I stripped off and laid on the bed. Mistress X was there and she fastened the chastity belt on me. The sight of her all covered in latex caused my cock to argue with it's prison. Mistress X led me into the lounge where Becky ordered me to make them some coffee. They say there drinking it while I stood to attention. Afterwards Mistress X locked me in the cell. Then shut the outer door. Afterwards Becky opened the door and told me Mistress X had got changed and had left. I still had not seen her without her being encased all in latex. I have to admit, it did accentuate the curves of her body and made her more desirable. I'm glad they kept me locked in that chastity belt. As much as I would love to, I couldn't be unfaithful to Sally.

Back home, Sally had dinner ready for me. She was wearing a tight fitting bodice and a full circle skirt with a tight wide belt around her waist. I loved her in that outfit while we are out as the wind makes it flutter and her petticoats get displayed and sometimes even her knickers. After she had washed up, we sat and I tried to get her in the mood, but she seemed distant. That night we did make love, she laid there while I did all the work. All the time I was thinking of screwing Mistress X. Afterwards I collapsed back exhausted while Sally had to be finished off by hand. I soon fell asleep.

I woke up next day and while Sally was still in bed, I made her breakfast and took it up to her. “Thank you. You can do this all the time” she joked. I said “what do you think I am, your maid?” Sally laughed. “You'd make a great maid”

I gave her a kiss and went off to work. On the way I was thinking about me being a maid. At least Becky and Mistress X hadn't made me cross dress thankfully. Becky must have been joking when she said they wanted to train me. Skirts and dresses are for women. But that was twice I'd heard about me being a maid. I soon threw it out of my mind. There was no way I would be seen dead prancing around dressed as one.

Another month went by and at Becky's, I saw Mistress X reading some books. I was told to strip and lie on the bed. I folded my clothes up and placed them carefully on the chair. I watched as Becky handcuffed me to the bed posts and then repeated the same with my ankles. I was helpless. “Wow Becky. This is new? What have I done to deserve this? I can't stop you or Mistress X raping me”

Mistress X entered the bed room. A gag went into my mouth and Mistress X locked the chastity belt on me. I obliged by lifting my bum while she slid the belt underneath me. Very carefully she took the lock and slowly closed the hasp locking me into my steel prison. I could see the keys on the dressing table so I knew I would be released before too long.

Mistress X put a blindfold on me and strapped it up tightly. Now I was feeling randy but couldn't do anything about it. I could hear the pair of them moving about and I was wondering what they were up to.

I heard the door opening and closing. There was a lot of coming and going and I could hear some rustling and wondered what it was they were up to. Were they putting sexy outfits on for me? Nice dresses with swishy petticoats?

I felt my ankle cuffs being released and then my wrists. I removed my gag and blindfold. It was nice to be able to talk. Becky spoke first. “Now Mistress X will let you see who she is”

Mistress X slowly started to lift the head covering of her latex outfit. It was Sally. No wonder she couldn't talk. I would have recognised her voice. I stood there frozen like a fly watching a spider coming towards me while I was trapped in the web. “Speechless aren't we?” I rushed for the key and inserted it into the lock on the chastity belt. It wouldn't turn. “I've changed the lock. Those keys fit the old lock. The new keys are in a steel box hidden somewhere where you won't find it. Those keys are now the release to the padlock locking the steel box up. So it is up to Becky and me both if you have sex. Even if I wanted it, I would have to beg Becky to let me have the keys. But I don't think that I will need it. I have an attachment, well, we both have one each. We can have sex with you, but you can't enjoy it with us. Such a shame on your part isn't it!”

I asked why she was doing this to me. “I always wanted you to tie me up and take me. You were so selfish you only thought of yourself”

“But you didn't want have anything to do with bondage”

“I didn't want to be asked. I wanted to be forced. You had your chance, now you are paying the price” I asked how she found out about Becky. Her reply astounded me. “I asked one of the girls from my old firm if she could come and work out your passwords to your secret files. I listed everything that would be important to you. Fancy using Password as the password. And I found out you didn't go to work on Mondays. I followed you to see if it was right that you were using Becky.

Anyway, I contacted Becky who assured me that sex was out of the question with you. We met and started discussions and I found her rather sweet. We hit it off straight away. We did giggle at the thought of you in that lovely steel cock prison. Becky gave me lessons in dominance. So now I love tying up more than being tied. You have to accept things will change. We have been filming you and if you argue, the film will go onto twitter and facebook. Plus off course all your contacts will get a copy. Can you imagine a meeting knowing the person you are in discussions with knows all about you being locked in a chastity belt for ever more?”

I asked what did she mean for ever more? “I don't need you when I have my attachment and of course, I shall be getting male escorts, maybe even a boyfriend while you remain chaste. I love that. You remaining chaste without me having to give in to your demands for the pathetic attempts at making love. It makes me want servicing right now, but needs must. Your new uniform is hanging up in your cell. Go and get it and put it on”

I went to the cell and there it was, a stark black dress. There were some parcels with it. I picked them up and took the dress into the lounge. Becky sat there with a smirk on her face. She told me to put the uniform on. I replied I don't cross dress and I am not putting it on. Full stop!

Becky and Sally looked at each other. Sally said I had better do as I am told or else I can go home dressed in just the chastity belt. I told them I wouldn't leave in that case. Becky picked the phone up. “Oh well, in that case, you had better go Sally. Leave his clothes across the park and I will get the police down and tell them I found this strange man in my flat dressed like this”. The pair of them meant it. I had no choice. Then Sally added, “and of course I can imagine what the press would say. Never mind what people will think of you on your facebook page”

Becky disappeared and returned with the swishy petticoats. “Don't forget to put these on. They will make the dress stand out and give us a good view of your frilly panties” Sally laughed. “I wouldn't be seen dead in those. They are far too feminine” Becky replied she wouldn't either.

Slowly I drew the frilly panties up my leg. It felt strange. There was me putting on pants with no fly, but what difference did it make as I was trapped in that belt anyway. Becky looked at me. I know what's needed now” With that she left the room and returned with something in satin. She unrolled it and showed it was a corset. Becky held it out in front of me while Sally took the two edges and pulled it behind my back. I could feel it closing round me pulling tighter and tighter. Eventually they stopped tugging. “Just giving the bones time to settle themselves” Becky told me. A half hour later and they teased the laces in another half inch.

By four o'clock they had reduced my waist size by a good inch and a half. “Oh, very pretty. You have a perfect feminine shape now.” said Sally Some imitation breasts were shoved into the cups, “they'll do for now, but we need to do something about that” I wondered what they meant that it would do for now, but then, before I thought any more of it, I was ordered to raise my arms and the first cotton petticoat was pulled over my head. The two women fussed over making it smooth against my body.

Two more very fluffy nylon waist slips that made that rusting sound I had heard were put on and over them went two cotton half slips. These were very frilly. Finally I was ordered to raise my arms. The back dress was pulled over my head and my arms were slipped into the sleeves.

I felt them tugging at the zip at the back. Thanks to the breasts they had given me I was unable to see what a mess I looked like in the dress. Until I was shoved into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I begged them to let me out of this. Neither of them listened and continued to brush the dress down. Sally clicked the lock shut on the zip and I knew I was well and truly caught.

Sally rolled some stockings up my legs and fastened them to the corset. Becky helped me into the high heeled shoes. I was astonished to find they locked as well.

I was ordered to sit down The pair of them fussed over making my face up. When I protested, I was told that I was going home dressed like that. If I didn't wear make up every one will know who I am. At least from a distance I might get away with being a very sexy girl. It seemed to take ages. I hated the false eyelashes, both on top and bottom of the eyes. Especially when they smothered them in thickening mascara. My protesting was met with “You look really alluring. Lots of girls would love to look like you”

Some clip on ear rings were put on me. Finally my hair was covered in a net and then a wig was put over that. Sally tied the white apron around my waist and pinned the breast part to where my false breats were. Becky finished it off by putting the maids cap on me. She used hair clips to hold it in place. “There, you look lovely. You really look the part”

I was told to walk up and down and I refused. Becky asked Sally if she would like to put the videos and photos on my facebook page. My heart sank and I walked up and down. “Give us a twirl” I twirled. “Face the wall and bend over” I did as I was told and heard them roaring with laughter. “You want to see the sight we have. Your petticoats and very frilly panties are on display. Shame you can't be with us maid. Make us some coffee please”

As I hobbled as best I could in the incredibly high heels, the nylon petticoats making their swishing sound. I heard Sally say “We need to do something about his deportment” Becky answered, “I have a way to give him a nice mincing walk, but he needs tutoring on his voice. We can't call him a him any more. He's a her now. She needs a name” With that the pair roared into laughter once more.

I took the coffees into the lounge and handed it to them. “You are supposed to thank us and curtsey.” I was struck dumb. “Hold the corners of your apron and put one leg in front of the other and bob down, slightly leaning forward” I did as I told to more grins on their faces.

“You may call me Madam Rebecca in future” “I am Mistress or Godess Sally to you from now” They both said they liked the others name. So Sally became Madam Sally or Madam, and Becky was Mistress Rebecca.

“Now what she we call you? We can't call you James in future can we!” I argued that was my name. “Nonsense. James is a man's name. Men wear trousers and are free to have sex with women. That is what they are there for. To satisfy women. I think Jane is appropriate” said Sally. Becky joined in. “Oh you must address her as Roberts when she is the maid” Sally agreed. But it made me wonder what else they had in mind.

I argued my name is James and I am a man. “From what we are looking at” said Becky, “you are standing there in a maids uniform. Do men wear maids uniforms?”
“No”
“No what?”
“No Mistress”
“A man can make love to his wife. Can you?”
“No mistress. You know I can't”
“Can you use the toilet standing up like men do?”
“Not with this chastity belt on Mistress”
“What chastity belt?”
“The one Madam Sally put on me Mistress.”
“Let's get this right. Who bought the chastity belt?”
“I did Mistress”
“Now we have that out of the way, it's your choice, no one else's”

I was stuck and I knew it. Becky left the room and came back with a box. She opened it and both Sally and Becky fastened the straps around my ankles and locked the spreader bar in place. I was told to walk up and down again. This time, I could only take ten inch steps. The straps were tight around my ankles so I had to twist to even get the steps I was doing. “See how she is walking like a lady now?” Sally laughed.

I begged them to take the uniform off of me but was told all the keys were in my office, either at work or at home. I would have to find them. How could I go into my office at work dressed like this? The girls would have a riotous time at my expense.

Eventually, after I washed up and put everything away, Sally said we had to go. I have to look for the keys. Once more I asked for my clothes and was told they are in the boot of the car. Besides, with everything locked on, how can I possibly get my trousers on. I begged I couldn't go out like this but Becky said she could still phone the police and have me removed. I meekly obeyed and followed Sally into the car.

I had a hell of a job getting down the steps from the house and as for getting in the car, well, I think I was as graceful as a duck landing on ice. Sally had a go at me for not tucking my dress under my bum as I sat in the passenger seat. It was difficult while wearing this spreader bar. I had to lift both feet together and swing them in. Then she moaned at me for not putting the seat belt on. I tried but found it either went under my breasts and caused them to ride up, or came over the top and rubbed on my chin. Either way it was awkward. I had never sat in a car while I was wearing high heels and had breasts before. Sally told me that if I didn't put it on, I could walk home. If need be, she would get out of the car and take the keys with her.

I sat there looking down at the foot well. I never saw the road, but we seemed to be taking a long time to get home. When we got there Sally said, “I hope you enjoyed the tour of your normal weekday haunts. I was surprised no one saw you. Mind you, I think a couple we stopped for at the lights looked surprise to see a hatted maid sitting in the car with me. Normal people take them off when they go home”

I said that I didn't think of it as I was in too much of a shock over this treatment. “Never mind, you will find plenty of time to adjust to your new environment” I entered the house to see it had changed. “I had the decorator in and you will find your room at the top of the stairs” I went up there to find a door marked “Maids only”. “That is your room in future. I will inspect it daily to make sure it's clean. Any slackness will resolve in your punishment”

I asked about my going to work the next day and was told I didn't have to worry about that. All the clothes I need will be found in the drawers and the wardrobe. I sat down for a coffee and was immediately rebuked. “Maids do not sit with their mistresses. You may drink yours in the kitchen where you belong”

I was still worried about going to work, but eventually decided I had had enough. I demanded to be let out of the maids uniform. Sally told me the keys are being held by someone else. I asked “Who? Becky?”

“No, it's one of the girls from work. I haven't told her what it is about yet. But she has to hand the keys to you personally”

“I can't let her see me like this. You'll have to get them for me”

“I'm sorry, but she is under strict instructions not to give them to anyone but you. Do you want me to phone her?”

“No, let me get a knife and cut this off instead”

I rushed to the kitchen to find all the knives and scissors had been removed. I shouted at Sally who never answered. I went back in and saw her on the telephone. “Sam is coming with the keys”

I didn't want anyone to see me like this. When Sam turned up, it was one of the new girls. A stunning blonde of around 30. Sally let her in while I hid. She refused to give Sally the keys and said she had to give them to me personally.

I eventually decided that I couldn't wait any longer and stormed into the lounge where Sam fell about laughing, “My, you do look so sweet. I couldn't wear anything like that. I wouldn't dare even for a joke. Turn around for me and let's have a look” Between sentences, Sam was stifling a giggle. She was having trouble holding her laughter back.

I asked for the keys and found they weren't the keys to my uniform. “I'm sorry. I must have picked up the wrong keys. I am a silly blonde”

I asked her to go and get them but was told they are at the office and that was locked up on a timer device. It was my idea. The cleaners would go in after everyone had left, do the cleaning and when they locked up, the timer would go on and not release until 08.30. The factory starts at 09.00. The girls start to enter at 08.45. It was my fault for being so suspicious. So it was up to me to get the door open. How could I go like this? Sally said that if Sam was to go in and tell the girls they have a surprise, they have a tea and coffee maker for the day, I'm sure they would love to see you”

Sam agreed. I asked how I was to get to work, and Sam said she would pick me up. Sally told me I have plenty of fresh panties in the drawers. I realised I still hadn't gone into my room and inspected anything yet. I was hoping we would get to work before the others turn up.

“By the way Sam, she is known as Roberts while she is dressed like this. Other times, she is Jane” I shouted my name is James and I am a man.

Sam ran her hands down the front of her tight fitting jeans. “Roberts, in front of me I see a very frilly dressed maid. A man wear trousers or in some cases short. I love to see men in kilts and often wonder about the old question about them. Is he or isn't he? But what are you wearing?”

“I didn't put this on myself. I was tricked into it”

“Oh yeah! You look to natural to have been tricked. I suppose you sat there while they plastered you in make up”

Sally answered “Roberts, make us a cup of coffee and don't be long about it”

I turned and shuffled off as best I could. “Shouldn't your maid thank you for the orders? And why doesn't she curtsey when she is asked to do something?”

Sally answered, “You're right. Roberts, you know what you have to do”

Resignedly I thanked Madam Sally and gave a good a curtsey as I could with that spreader bar locked on my legs. “How about thanking Mistress Samantha?”
“Thank you Mistress Samantha for allowing me the privilege of making you a coffee. Thank you Madam Sally for allowing me to serve you and reminding me of my position”. The pair went into fits of laughter, but I thought that by making them happy they might relent and let me out of the uniform.

Sam spoke next, “She does learn well and fast doesn't she. I'm sure the girls will love working with her tomorrow” My heart sank. There was me thinking they would relent, but the more I went along with it the more they enjoyed my embarrassment. Perhaps if I argued a bit more forcefully against them.

I went to make the coffee and Sally and Same went to see my room. When they got back, I took their coffees into the lounge and handed them to the two women.

I flew into a rage and had a go at them. They both sat there quietly listening to my ranting and raving. When I finished, they looked at each other and Sally said, “”When you are quite finished shouting like a spoilt schoolgirl, I would suggest that you look in your room and the wardrobe Roberts”.

I forgot myself and was sent sprawling by the spreader bar. The two women laughed.”What a lovely pair of frilly panties. Very feminine” Sam mocked. I picked myself up as fast as I could. “You have made a mess of your uniform Roberts. Let me straighten it for you”.

I tried to get away but Sam brushed me down making sure she had a good rummage around the chastity belt. I could see a look of success on her face. I looked at Sally who was simply sitting on the sofa drinking her coffee with a contented look about her. “You always wanted women to rub you up in that area. It was your dream that women would sexually assault you there. Now you have your wish. It's just a shame you won't be able to enjoy it”

I eventually escaped and got to my room. The lock had been removed. I never noticed that before. The sign “Maids only” hit me like a sledge hammer. Entering the room, I saw a stark iron bed, a thin mattress on it. Some folded sheets and blankets. I opened the wardrobe to find all my clothes gone. Hanging in their place was black skirts of all lengths, white blouses, black jackets. On the bottom was shoes of all descriptions and different size heels. Some of them were lockable. On the shoves were bras, panties, and petticoats. All female clothing and no male clothing at all.

I turned around and managed to get down the stairs very slowly. Entering the lounge, I saw Sam and Sally having a frank discussion. As soon as they saw me they clammed up immediately. Sam said she had better be going as she had to be up a little earlier as she has to come and pick me up. I told them that they had better stop messing around. They have had their laugh at my expense.

Sally took Sam into my room and they came back with a bag. I wondered what it was they were planning. “You have a very important day tomorrow. You have to meet some important people. You can't be seen dressed like that, so we have given you some decent clothes to wear. Sam is taking them, but if you don't do what all the girls ask, you will be seen wearing that outfit Roberts”

Sam left. I was hoping that Sam had smuggled some trousers and a shirt at least for me.

“I'm sorry you can't change your panties tonight, but I haven't got the keys to the spreader bar.

I was dreading the next day. I could only pray that Sam got here early to pick me up and had got me some male clothes.

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