Caught by the Past Chapter 3

After sucking his cock you sit on the sofa supported by a fluffy white cushion, shoes kicked off, legs curled under your lap. Dressed like a sissy whore you relax as best as you can, your arse muscle stretched wide open by the butt plug. But you've become accustomed to all the strange feelings... You even begin to enjoy being James's girl. He gives you a set of long false nails and a bottle of scarlet polish. Sticking them in place is quite a challenge but you enjoy painting your new nails. Each stroke of the brush makes you feel even more like a girl and soon you're sporting a set of gleaming red talons Cruella De Vil would be proud of. You wave your hands to dry as James looks on approvingly.

You're so engrossed in what you're doing you barely glance up when you hear voices and laughter outside. But then the front door bell rings - that got your attention. James doesn't move a muscle.

'Answer the door, Babe.' he says irritably. You want to refuse. Why should you? You're not his skivvy, it's his house but you feel compelled do to everything he asks. You're enjoying yourself and feel confident that you look beautiful and convincing. You believe you look so good whoever is at the door won't see through your disguise.

'Hurry up!' he says.

Obediently you leap to your feet, ram your towering heels back on with painful haste, straighten your skirt and totter to the front door.

As you lift the latch the door burst open and three men spill in. The men straighten themselves up, nudging one another and grinning. By the look of then and the faint scent of beer they brought with them, they'd come straight from the pub. They're a motley crew, ugly, over weight, scruffy and stand out in stark contrast to James. Your fishnet-covered legs are brushed by the cold outside air and you cross them slightly in a coy fashion. You sway slightly in your fuck-me heels, wonder if they like this sort of thing and suddenly feel underdressed. You tug the hem of your leather skirt down and almost break a new nail. You feel threatened and reach for the phone on the wall. 'What do you want? Who are you? I'll call the police.' Two of the men collapse in giggles the third blinked in a confused fashion then grins and made an attempt at straightening his jacket.