Dressing up

She hooked her fingers into my bra straps, letting them snap back into place, then lifted my skirt and looked at my pantied penis, then flicking the suspenders of the corset. She removed the gag again, more angry that I had spoilt one of her satin scarves. Still bound, I tried to explain, so she untied me. I stood up stiff from the bondage, then she told me to undress, humiliating me as I undressed in front of her while trying to explain. I was so embarrassed. Then next day I was then made to destroy all my outfits which had cost me quite a bit. And that was it for a while. She asked a few times, did I want to dress again. I admitted it, as I wanted to explore my feminine self again but she just got mad again. A few months later, to my total shock, she said she had met a woman, Sandra, and in desperation had explained her situation.

Sandra calmed her down and explained it did happen to men and showed her a few web sites of cd’s and their wives who had accepted it. Then one evening while watching TV, she suddenly said if I wanted to dress as a woman I was to dress as she wanted. I wouldn’t be allowed sexy lingerie, I would have to act my age and wear girdles, corsets and long line brassieres. I think this was to try to stop me dressing. But as far as I was concerned, I wanted to dress so I was quite happy to wear such garments. So that’s where I am at the moment. Sandra who I mentioned is now my wife’s partner (who is now my Mistress) came on the scene after my wife’s confessions, she runs a charity shop where I now get some of my foundation garments from. My situation has now changed. Sandra and my wife sat down with me (dressed at the time) and gave me an option, retire and work as their maid or my wife would take divorce proceedings. I would earn my keep by being a maid from now on. Sandra told my wife she has contacts that would pay for a cd maid.

Sandra now lives with us and governs everything I do. When they go out, I am invariable left shackled, not tightly, just to stop me going out and stop me undressing, and recently, she found out I had been talking to some male friends, so have been forced to wear gags, usually bit gags, to stop me chatting to my friends but safe enough to leave in all day.