Sissy For My Flatmate

Today you will remove all your body hair. When I arrive, you are to be kneeling in the living room. You will be wearing the clothes I saw you wearing last night and the chastity belt. The keys to the belt will be presented on the floor, in front of you. Additionally, you will be wearing these handcuffs, behind your back. If you fail to follow these instructions or you fail to show me the proper respect, there will be consequences.

The floor seemed to drop away as I read the note. He was getting me ready to do something kinky. The last part terrified me, I had a good idea what the “consequences” would be. I knew I had no choice. I'd never shaved my body before, I'd tried shaving my legs a few times but stopped when I got scared of people noticing. This was going to be a long day.

Later that evening:

He was gazing down in to my eyes. I edged around on my knees, tugging at the handcuffs.

“Well done sissy!” He said, placing his hand on my thigh “So smooth, I'm impressed!”

Sissy – I hated that word! I was fuming, but I found myself getting excited. I'd often fantasized about being in this position. The more I dressed up, the more I started to wonder what it would be like not only to dress as a sexy woman, but to have sex like one.

He presented a key. “Listen, you're probably angry with me. But I assure you, I was never going to tell anyone. I wasn't going to threaten you, or blackmail you or anything like that”

I scowled at him “Then why did you make me do this? Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating this is!” I glared at him while struggling with the handcuffs. “TAKE THESE FUCKING THINGS OFF ME!”

Ben grinned at me. “you know you look cute when you're angry.”

“This isn't funny! Get these FUCKING handcuffs off me!”

I'm sure he did find this funny, I never swear and now I'm swearing like a trooper, while dressed in a way that even the town harlot would find slutty. All the while, looking like a cute, angry chick. What a joke!