Jacey

[Sandra B]

Chapter 10.  The Sting.

I spent the rest of the week normally.  I attended all my lessons at college, and left Steve to his own devices.  On Tuesday evening I went over to Maddy’s and we watched the tapes together.  Steve’s session was hilarious.  Dani had him running about naked just like a puppy for the first fifteen minutes, throwing him a rubber bone to fetch and feeding him some sticky mush from a doggy bowl!  Then she brought out the costume.  He needed no second bidding to get dressed up, after which she sat on her throne and ordered him to adopt various humiliating poses, clearly for our benefit.  Of course, he had no idea he was being filmed.  If he had, it’s doubtful he would have let Dani make him up so prettily, or so willingly opened his mouth to accept the ball-gag she buckled on him, or consented to demonstrate, by coyly lifting his dress, just how much he was enjoying the feel of his little latex knickers! 
“That is just so amazing, J,” said Maddy incredulously, when we had watched it all.  “Can you imagine what would happen if we made that public?  He’d die of shame and embarrassment!”
“He would.  I think we have him just where we want him.”
“Got any ideas?”
“I’ve got a whole bunch.  And Dani suggested some you’re going to love!  But there’s plenty of time for that.  Shall we watch the second session?”
We watched it twice, and ended up in bed together as a result.  I’ll skip the details.

On Thursday Dani called me to say she’d received the first batch of clothes.
“There’s stuff here you could wear socially.  Shall we go out somewhere Saturday night?  A sort of dummy run?”
“Yes please, Dani!”
“Why don’t you hitch a lift with Madeline Saturday morning?  After her session we can all have lunch and you can try some of the stuff on – see what you think.  Maddy can come with us if she likes.”
“Okay.  I’ll ask her.”
It was arranged Maddy would pick me up Saturday at nine-thirty.  But she'd have to leave after lunch, so she wouldn't be able to join us in the evening.

We arrived at nine-fifty.  Riccardo let us in.  That morning she - I’m sorry, he – was wearing a beautiful old-fashioned maid’s costume, in the traditional black and white, with a long skirt.  It looked Victorian, or Edwardian at least.  I could see by the way it hung the material was thick and heavy.
“Wow, Riccardo, that’s a beautiful costume.  It looks original.”
“It is miss.  Madam bought it a sale of the contents of Monksfield Manor.  I don’t wear it often.  Just on special occasions.”
“Oh.  Is today a special occasion?”
“I believe it’s the start of your apprenticeship, miss.”
I felt flattered that Danielle had considered that a “special occasion”.
Riccardo showed us into the lounge and asked us to take a seat on the sofa.  Maddy fidgeted nervously with  her rings.  Almost immediately Dani appeared at the door, in full working regalia, and summoned her.  She jumped up and walked quickly over.  Dani winked at me while gripping my friend by the wrist.
“Make yourself comfortable, Jacey.  There’s television or magazines.  Riccardo will get you anything you want.”
Maddy was led away, and I heard the door of the dungeon close softly. 
“Coffee, miss?” asked Riccardo.
“Thank you.  That would be lovely.”
Riccardo disappeared towards the kitchen.  I picked up a magazine.  Fetish of course.  There were some startling creations pictured.  I was quite engrossed when Riccardo returned with a tray of coffee.  He placed it on the table, bowed slightly, and withdrew.  I sat there flicking through the pages.  I guess it had been about ten minutes, when I thought I heard a distant cry.  There it was again!  And for the next thirty minutes, as if very far away, I could hear muffled shrieks and wails.  Eventually the sounds subsided, and nothing more occurred until I heard the dungeon door open, and the murmur of voices.  Maddy and Dani reappeared.  Dani was back in her everyday clothes..  Maddy’s face was flushed, and she made straight for an armchair and collapsed into it.  I noticed there were red marks around her wrists, and her lips looked a bit swollen.  Dani had that enigmatic smile on her face again.  She called Riccardo and ordered more coffee.  Nothing was said.  For a while everyone was silent.  I mean, there wasn’t much I could say, was there?  I couldn’t very well say, “how was it”, or “did you have a nice session”.  So I kept my mouth shut.  After a minute or two, Maddy let out a long, satisfied sigh, and smiled at Dani.  Okay, I thought, looks like that’s going well, then.  I think I suffered a slight pang of jealousy, though I not sure to which of them it was directed.  Maybe both.
After coffee, Riccardo started preparing lunch.  We ate at about two.  My friends seemed ravenously hungry, but I was feeling a bit nervous about the evening.  Maddy had to leave after lunch.  She gave me a kiss and a wink as she departed.
“We’ll catch up tomorrow, J.  I hope you have something interesting to report.”
“I’m sure you have.”

That left Dani and I a few hours to discuss our strategy. 
“I’m going to dress demurely,” she said.  “You’re the bait, so we need to decide what you should wear.”
She led me into a bedroom where she had laid out the first batch of clothes on the bed.  I won’t bore you with a catalogue of items.  Instead I’ll tell you what we decided on.  Starting at the top, a little maroon beret.  I’m not that proud of my mousey hair.  I need to get it styled if I’m going to take my role seriously.  A leather collar, plain black leather, with a buckle at the front, from which dangled a straight silver pendant, like the tip of a spear.  No submissive connotations.  A maroon bandeau – my breasts are hardly large enough to warrant a bra - under a short, very fine leather jacket.  Below the waist there were too many choices.  It would have been easy to opt for thigh boots, fishnets, and a little leather skirt, but that would have been too obvious, and perhaps even a little tarty for public wear.  So instead we decided on faux leather high-waisted spandex leggings and block heel ankle boots with a row of buckles.  Oh, and a pair of fingerless latex gloves to finish the whole thing off.  We felt that outfit wouldn’t look out of place, but was sufficiently fetishistic to give the appropriate message to the right sort of guy.  I imagined it would have turned Steve into a lump of quivering jelly, anyway.
Dani had made a list of likely bars and clubs we should visit.  We really had no idea what would happen, but we didn’t expect to get a bite at the first cast of the line.  We stated dressing at six.  Dani wore a modest outfit – wine-coloured silk blouse, short grey skirt, black stockings and court shoes – to provide contrast.  We did our makeup, red lipstick for her, black lip gloss for me.  It was seven by the time we left.  We took a cab in case we needed to do some drinking.  First stop, Dessie’s, a bar near the centre of town with a fairly diverse clientele.  We ordered a couple of non-alcoholic drinks and sat at a window table.  It was early, so fairly quiet.  After half an hour or so people started to arrive – couples, foursomes, and eventually two groups of blokes – one of office workers in suits, mainly talking business, who sat at an adjacent table, and then half a dozen guys in jeans and T-shirts, of the skilled manual worker type, who sat at the bar and seemed to be talking exclusively money and football  Pretty typical boring types, all of them.  We carefully made no attempt to attract attention.  We maintained our conversation and never once looked around.  That would have spoilt the game.  But we watched them out of the corner of our eyes.  We were noticed, all right, but we got the impression that we were being clocked purely as females.  We were fairly sure the fetishistic stuff was wasted on this lot.  This impression was confirmed when the one of the office workers  came over and asked us if we’d like to join them for a drink, which we did.  But Dani got most of the attention.  Probably I looked a bit too young for them.  They were mainly in their thirties, I would guess.  So we left there about eight and spent the rest of the evening touring bars and clubs, where we had plenty of attention but no real bites.  I found I fitted in perfectly in the clubs, where my outfit was pretty standard.  We decided it wasn’t going to happen that night, so we found a quiet pub in a side street and got ourselves a couple of gins.  There weren’t many customers.  I noticed a table of three in one corner, two men and a woman.  One of the men, a young, fair-haired guy, was clearly playing gooseberry, while the couple were fooling around.  He looked bored and a bit irritated.  We sat down, I with my back to them, and started sipping our drinks.  Suddenly Dani touched my hand.
“What?”
“You may have caught a little fish.”
“Who?”
“That guy with the couple.  He keeps looking over here.”
“He’s probably looking at you.”
“No, he’s not.  He looking at you.  I think he’s noticed your collar.  Just turn slightly sideways and let him see your legs.  Casually, though.”
“Well?”
“Yes.  He staring at you, but trying to pretend he isn’t.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing.  Let’s wait and see.”
But the words were hardly out of her mouth when all three of them stood up and made for the door.  In a moment, they were gone.
“Shit!” said Danielle.  “Useless!  Let’s go home.”
But before we could get up the door opened again, and the fair one reappeared.  He looked around nervously, then walked straight over to our table.  We both looked as casual as we could.
“Er, hi.  I hope you don’t mind me asking.  My friends have just left, but I was thinking of staying for a last drink.  I was wondering…if you ladies would like to join me?”
He was addressing both of us, but looking only at me.  I saw Dani suppress a smile, and look at her glass.
“Thank you,” I found myself saying.  “Yes, of course, why not?”
“I’m Andrew.  What would you like?”
“I’m Jacey.  This is Dani.  Gin and tonic please.”
“Same for me, thank you,” said Dani.


We sat there with our drinks chatting about nothing in particular for the next fifteen minutes.  Andrew seemed unable to keep his eyes off me, or rather, off my outfit.
“They’re unusual gloves,” he hazarded.
“Yes,” I replied, innocently.  “Latex.  Feel them.”
I put out my hand.  His hand was trembling as he touched mine.  He gulped visibly. 
The pub was about to close.  We had to leave.  Andrew was looking extremely nervous.  I wondered whether he was going to ask if he could see me again.  But Dani took the matter into her own hands.
“Andrew, we’re going back to my place for a couple more drinks.  If you’re not doing anything, you’re welcome to join us.”
Poor Andrew nearly collapsed with relief.
“Oh.  Yes.  Thank you.  I’d love to.  If you… if you don’t mind…”
“Come on then.  I’ll ring for a cab.”
The cab arrived and we piled in, the three of us in the back with Andrew sandwiched in the middle.  Rather like a prisoner between his gaolers, I thought.  Riccardo had been instructed to make himself scarce, so when we got back to Dani’s she let us in through the front door.  Andrew looked about him.  He seemed dazed.
“Is this all yours?  Really?  Wow, it’s beautiful.”  He’s so cute, I thought.  Just what I wanted.  Now for phase two of the operation

[Sandra B]

Chapter 11.  The Snare.

We made our way into the back living-room.  Dani seated Andrew and me on the sofa, and pulled up an armchair for herself.
“I’m just going to get the drinks.  Andrew?  What would you like?  I’ve got pretty much everything.”
“Oh, er, I was drinking vodka, but…”
“I’ll just being a selection.”
“Okay.  I musn’t stay too late….”
“It’s Sunday tomorrow.  What’s the problem?”
“No, no problem.  I’ll stay a little while, anyway.”
As Dani went out the door she tossed me a little wink.  I knew what that meant.  Andrew was going to get a little more than he was expecting in his vodka.  In any case, he didn’t strike me as a hard drinker.

We sat there chatting away, Andrew getting more and more relaxed and talkative, Dani and I pretty near sober on our watered drinks.  By one o’clock it seemed he had forgotten all about his resolution.  And he was getting more and more familiar with me.  He put his hand on my thigh.
“You’re fantastic, Jacey.  I love your outfit.  You look so sexy.  I wish my girlfriend…..”
He quickly such his mouth.
“Your girlfriend?”  asked Dani, raising her eyebrows.  “You haven’t told us about her.  What’s her name.”
“I really ought to go….”
“No, Andrew, please don’t go yet.  Just another half hour, okay?”  I pleaded, putting my hand on his shoulder.  He didn’t take much persuading.  “It’s fine.  You can tell us about your girlfriend or not.  It’s up to you.  We’re just friends, right?”
“Yeah, Jacey, we’re friends, aren’t we?  I think you’re my best friend.  Yeah, well, my “girlfiend”, Angela…. sort of girlfriend, anyway…like tonight, she’s like, “well, if you want to go out with those people, those friends of yours, go, but don’t expect me to accompany you.  I can’t stand that woman.  She shows off all the time, and treats me like dirt…”
“I see.  So you chose your friends over your girlfriend?”
“Yeah.  But she can’t expect me to be running around after her the whole time.  Haven’t got time.  I’ve quite an important job, you see.”
“Yes?  What is it?”
“Oh, I’m a lawyer.  Mason and Partridge.  Going to be made a partner soon.”
A shock ran through me.  That was the firm Maddy worked for!  But I hid my surprise.
“Oh, gosh, Andrew, I’ve never met a real lawyer before.  That’s so exciting!”
“Yeah, well, I deal with some very important clients, you know….”
And he proceeded to ramble on about his work, getting more and more inarticulate the whole time.  Within ten minutes he had passed out, and was snoring loudly.
“What a boring idiot!” I said.
“Yes, J.  But ideal for our purposes.”

We undressed him completely, and carried him into the small bedroom.  We were about to put him to bed, when Dani said,
“Hold on.  He’s completely insensible.  I don’t want him wetting the bed.  Let me get some stuff from my ADBL chest.”
She returned with a big nappy and plastic pants, which we managed to get on him despite being almost helpless with giggles.  Dani took a few pictures before we covered him up.  Then we hid his clothes, and went to bed ourselves.

I was awoken by someone shouting, it seemed far away.  As I began to recall the previous evening, I clambered out of bed, threw on some clothes, and headed for the small bedroom.  An interesting scene met my eyes.  Dani was standing just inside the door, camera in hand, a malicious smile on her face.  Andrew was backed up against the far wall, clutching a bedsheet to his lower half, and protesting weakly.
“He did wet himself, just as we thought, Jacey,” said Dani.  “Fortunately, I was able to get a few snaps before he woke up.”
“Give me that camera!” Andrew was shouting, “give it me at once!  And where are my clothes?  And my phone?”
“Oh, they’re all in a safe place,” said Dani coolly.  “Now why don’t you have a shower and we’ll find them for you.  Shower room’s right opposite.”
Andrew was about to say something else, but he decided against it and fled into the shower room.
“I’ve sussed out his size,” said Dani after he had disappeared.  “Come and see.”
She had his clothes laid out in the lounge.  His new clothes, that is.  A very pretty pinafore dress, with a pale blue flared skirt, quite short, and a white blouse with blue buttons and blue lace trimming around the collar and cuffs.  White tights and blue panties.  Pale blue Mary Janes.  Very simple, but very sweet.
“It’s nothing special, but it’s a start.  It’ll get him used to the idea, and give us an idea of his susceptibility.”
“How long are we going to…detain him?”
“Oh, first time?  I was thinking till tomorrow morning?  Then he can go home and explain himself to…Angela, was it?”
Andrew was out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
“Right, I’m done.  Clothes and phone…now!”
“Here’s your phone,” smiled Dani, handing it over,, “and here…here’s your clothes.”
Andrew looked from Dani to the clothes, and back again.
“You taking the piss?  I want my clothes – the ones I was wearing last night!”
“Sorry darling.  They’ve been disposed of.  These are your clothes now.”
“Now look….”
“They’re really very pretty.  Look at the lovely piping on that blouse.”
“Don’t play f***ing games with me, or I’ll call the police.  If you don’t give me my clothes you’ll find yourselves in court, both of you.  This is false imprisonment!”
Dani sighed.  “Well, I’m sorry you feel like that, Andrew.  Of course, you remember sexually assaulting Jacinth last night, don’t you?  It’s we who should be calling the police.  But we’ve decided to give you a chance.  So, once again, please put on your new outfit.  I’m confident it’s going to fit you perfectly.”
“I don’t remember.  I wouldn’t have.  You can’t prove it!”
“That’s true.  But we do remember.  So it’s our word against yours, and you’ve just said you don’t remember what you did.  How will that go down in court, do you think?  If you still want to try your luck, then I’ll call the police right now.”
Andrew looked at us aghast.  His mouth opened and closed, but no articulate sounds came out.  He stared at the pinafore dress in horror.  I thought he was going to start crying.
“What about Angela?”
“Oh, her?  You didn’t seem very worried about her last night.  Would you like me to ring her for you, and say you had a bit too much to drink and your staying at a friend’s house?”
“No, no!  I’ll do it.  He hurried back into the shower room, and we could hear him whining apologetically, and then the word “sorry”, repeated multiple time with a rising cadence.  Dani and I gave each other an ironic high five.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 12.  Initiation.

We waited outside the door while Andrew got dressed.  He took ages.  While we were waiting we both went and put on something fitting to the occasion – Dani her leather hot pants and a shirt, me some long boots, a pleated latex skirt, a tiny little merino wool top, and my latex gloves that he had admired the day before.  There was no sound when we got back to the lounge door, and I had to ask if he was ready.  There was murmured assent from inside.
He looked so sweet in his new outfit,  He was fair, and the blue went prettily with his eyes.  Dani sat him down and applied some subtle make up, mainly mascara and a little rouge to give his pale cheeks some colour.  Full makeup would be inappropriate for such a young girl, she remarked.  But he could have some earrings.  Clip-ons, as his ears were not pierced – yet.  Well, actually, screw-ons, which Dani screwed on tight up to remind him who was in charge. 
The change of costume seemed to transform him.  He became quite docile and shy.  We sat him down on the sofa, and while Dani went to prepare coffee and croissants, I couldn’t resist flirting with him, touching his thigh and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
“Oh, Andrew – or is it Andrea? – you look so beautiful, it’s difficult for me to keep my hands off you.”  I squeezed the inside of his thigh, and felt him tense up with embarrassment.  Then I began to stroke his cheek with my gloved hand, so he could inhale the scent of the rubber, at the same time breathing softly in his ear.  The response was almost instantaneous.  He started trembling, and began to get aroused, which he tried to disguise by pulling his tiny skirt down as far as it would go.  I think that was the moment I really knew our hunt had been successful.  I went to the kitchen, ostensibly to help Dani, but really to apprise her of developments. We had a congratulatory hug, and started making plans for the day.  Of course, in the long term we wanted to have Andrew as an permanent object of humiliation and a source of entertainment – and revenue.  But today our sole aim was to recruit him, so that when we eventually decided to release him, he would be unable to resist the compulsion to return.  In other words, we’d decided to give him a good time.  And Dani was going to film the whole thing for posterity.

There was no doubt that his new outfit was fulfilling a long-established and long-suppressed need.  So after breakfast, we conducted him downstairs to sample the delights of Dani’s dungeon.  He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the array of implements and apparatus.  Our aim was to spend the day teasing, arousing, and satisfying him.  His erection had not gone down, and when Dani called him a “naughty girl” and ordered him to lie across her lap for a spanking, he complied without protest.  She pulled down his tights and knickers and spanked him with her hand until his bottom was red.
“There.  I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“No miss.  I still feel very bad.  I keep thinking about Madam Jacinth’s boots.”
“Really?  And what are you thinking, miss?”
“I…I’m thinking I would like to come all over them.”
“Why, you disgusting little minx!”
“Is that what you want, Andrea?” I asked.  “Well you can if you wish, but naturally I would expect you to clean them afterwards with your tongue.  That is the only way I’d allow you to do such a rude thing!”
“Of course, madam.”
And he did!  I sat in the throne and he did his thing.  He must have been so frustrated all his life, and now it was all coming out.  In every sense.  It was a very impressive orgasm, both in terms of  violence and effusion, and an equally notable aftermath.  Such uninhibited enthusiasm!  He seemed exhausted for some time, but when Dani sat him on her lap and began to kiss and cuddle him, he soon perked up again.  She decided to take things to the next level, so she collared him and chained him to the wall, and then used a riding whip on him.  I could see he was torn between the fear of the whip and his need to be punished.  Eventually he broke down completely.
“Madam! Madam!  Please stop!  I’ll tell you everything!  I promise!”  We looked at each other.
“Tell me then, girl.  Everything, please.” 
“I – I can’t help it!  I’ve never done this before, but I’ve fantasized about it all my life!  I’ve never told Angela – she’d hate me for it.  I’ve always dreamed of being a girl – a little girl – and doing all sorts of naughty things so that my mummy has to spank me regularly.  And then I grow up and  I meet a boy and he punishes me too, except he…he, you know, punishes me in different ways.  I’m sorry if I did something to Madam Jacinth – I didn’t mean to, I wouldn’t, you know.  As soon as I saw her all I wanted…all I wanted was to be able to serve her, to worship her, to let her use me as she thought fit.  To be her slave!  Please forgive me!”
This was better than our wildest hopes!  We carried on with renewed vigour.  For the next three hours, Andrew was subjected to an alternation of humiliation, pain and pleasure, culminating in a long session on the vaulting horse, during which Dani supplied the pleasure, through the medium of her expert manual dexterity, and I, with the aid of the strap-on, supplied the humiliation.  When there was nothing more to give on either side, we carried him to the lock-up on the far wall and shut him away for the night.  He was too exhausted to protest, and in any case it was supplied with a bunk and a toilet and shower room.
“We’ll send you down supper in a while, Andrea,” said Dani.  Now be a good girl and get yourself cleaned up and changed.  You’ll find a lovely soft nightie under your pillow.”
“Wow,” she added, when we were upstairs again, “you obviously hit his spot!  That’s number one, but with your help I’m sure we’ll find a few more.”
“What about Angela?”
“I’m going to ring her now.  We need to open her eyes, whatever the consequences.  Do you agree?”
“Absolutely.  He must have been acting up to now.  Like Steve.  It’s not a nice feeling for the partner.  I wonder how she’ll react?”
“We’ll see.  I took a little video on my phone.  I can send her that if she doesn’t believe us.”  And she started to dial the number.

[krystalasbaby2017]

WOW love it! How they got a young man they met at a bar into little girl dresses and punished him.
Can't wait to see what Angela's reaction to all this is going to be.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 13.  Grassed Up.

Dani put her phone on the coffee table and put in on speaker.  A woman’s voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello.  Is that Angela?”
“Speaking.”
“Hi, Angela.  You don’t know me.  My name is Danielle.  I’m ringing about Andrew.”
There was a silence.  “What about him?  Where the hell is he?  And who are you?”
“I don’t know how much he told you this morning, but the situation is this.  He left his friends last night and joined us in the pub – that’s me and my young friend, Jacinth.  He came back to ours for a nightcap, but unfortunately he got a bit too free with Jacinth, and then passed out.  We felt like throwing him out on the street, but instead we took pity on him, and put him to bed…”
“Go on.”  Angela tone had become very attentive.
“We had to put a nappy and plastic pants on him just in case, and sure enough he wetted himself in the night.  Jacinth was hoping for an apology in the morning, in which case we would of course have let him go, but instead he was just arrogant and rude.  Jacinth was quite upset….”
“That’s f***ing typical of him!  Egotistical bastard!  He wetted himself, did he.  I would love to have seen that!"
“Well I did take a few snaps…”
“You did?  Can you send them to me?”
“Of course.”
“How old is Jacinth, may I ask?”
“She’s seventeen.”
“What?  Just wait till I get my hands on him!  He’s always leching over some girl, but he’s such a pathetic wimp, that’s usually as far as it goes.  I’m not surprised, not surprised at all.  The booze must have given him courage.  He certainly doesn’t have any of his own.”
“Anyway, we were so annoyed that we took away his clothes…”
“You did?  F***ing brilliant!  So is he stark naked?”
“Er, no.  We gave him girls’ clothes to wear…”
A stunned silence.
“You did…what??  Is he still wearing them?  What sort of girls’ clothes?”  She let out a short laugh.  “Oh, my god, please tell me he’s still wearing them.  You want me to come and collect him, right?”
“Well, that’s up to you.  We put him in a little girls’ pinafore dress.  He looks very sweet.  I’m afraid we had to punish him for his behaviour.  It made him much more…contrite.  He actually went down on his knees to Jacinth.  I’ll send you a video of that along with the pictures.  At the moment he’s locked up.  If you want to come and collect him, that’s fine.  Or we could keep him for a while.  It’s up to you.”
“Where is he locked up?”
“Oh, he’s in a big cage in my basement.  He’s quite comfortable.  His bottom probably stings a little from when I spanked him, but otherwise he’s fine.”
“Are you serious?”
“Perfectly.  Please feel free to come and see for yourself.  Then you can decide what you want to do with him.”
“Oh, there’s a number of things I would like to do, before I dump him at last.  I can’t believe what you say you’ve done.  I have to see for myself.  It would be a dream come true.  Please, tell me where you are.  I’ll come straight over.”
Dani gave her the address.
“I’ll be there in an hour.  Don’t let him out.”
“No chance.”
Dani ended the call.  “Well, this should be fun,” she said.
“Now it’s my turn.  You know that firm he works for?”
“Er, I didn’t really pay attention.”
“It’s the same place Maddy works!”
“No!”
“Yes!  And I’m going to ring her now.  What’s his surname?”
“Don’t know.”
“Never mind.  We’ll see if she recognises him.”
I dialled Maddy.
“Hi, Mads.  It’s me.  Fine.  We did, as a matter of fact.  His name’s Andrew.  Works at – guess where – Mason and Partridge!  Fair hair, about five nine, bit full of himself.  You know him?  Andrew what?  Andrew Fraser.  Okay.  You work for him?  Is he?  Arrogant bastard?  That’s pretty much what his girlfriend said.  Anyway, if you’d like to see him, we’ve got him dressed as a little girl and locked in the cage.  You will?  Thirty minutes?  Great!  See you soon.”
“She’s on her way, Dani.  Oh, god, he’s going to be so surprised!  His girlfriend and his work colleague!”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 14.  False Imprisonment.

Angela arrived first, and Maddy a few minutes after her.  Riccardo showed each of them into the lounge, where we were waiting.  I did the introductions.
“Angela, this is my best friend. Madeline.  I gather she works with – or for – your boyfriend.  Maddy, this is Angela, Andrew’s girlfriend.”
They kissed, and Angela said,
“Nice to meet you.  But of course I’ve heard about you, and I think I saw you once, when I met him at work.”
“Yes, Angela, I recognise you too.  And Andrew speaks about you often.”
“Really?  That’s nice.  What does he say?”
“Well, I’m not sure…”
“Tell me please.”
Maddy paused, and took a deep breath.  “Well…he says several things.  Not nice things.  I never respond, or he’ll start having a go at me.  He’s not a pleasant person to work for.  He thinks he’s so superior, when in fact he’s a bit of a twat.  Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t worry, Madeline.”  She put a hand on Maddy’s arm.  “I know how he is.  He must be a pig to work for.”
“Well…”
“Girls,” put in Dani, “shall we have some coffee while we talk?  There’s no hurry, and it would be useful to have a little background, I think.  Riccardo?  Could you….?”
“Yes, ma’am.”  Riccardo withdrew to the kitchen, and the conversation resumed.
“So tell me what he says about me.  Word for word, please.”
“Well, he says you cramp his style.  You object to his friends.  You’re always bitching about something.  You think he spends too much time worrying about his clothes and appearance, whereas, he says, it’s very important in his job to look well turned-out at all times.  He says…he says you don’t satisfy him sexually…”
“What?” Angela exploded, “he says that?  When I do all the work, and he lies there helplessly moaning and groaning, and then after he’s come he leaves me high and dry?  Why, the little…”
“I’m sorry, Angela.  There’s more, but I think that’s enough.  I hate it.  It’s embarrassing.  And I know what he’s like.  I guess he mentions me sometimes?”
“Oh, yes.  You’re the “useless” assistant.  You’re never there when he needs you.  You’re continually trying to correct his work, which you don’t understand.  You’re always late for work.  You’re not as deferential as you should be - apparently you treat him as an equal!”  She laughed drily.  “You’re always chatting with your friends, or other people in the office.  You don’t take your duties seriously enough.  Shall I go on?”
“No thank you, Angela.  I get the picture.”  Maddy did not look pleased.
Riccardo returned with a tray.  We sat there in silence for a while, sipping our coffee.  Then Angela said,
“He’s going to pay.  Oh, he is definitely going to pay.”

Fifteen minutes later we were descending the stairs into the basement.  Dani switched on half the lights, so we could see pretty much everything.  Angela was flabbergasted.
“This is amazing!  Such a huge space!”
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, Andrew jumped up off his bunk and started rattling the bars.
“Angie!  I’m here!  Thank goodness!  Get these mad women to let me out immediately!  They’re in trouble now!  This is false imprisonment.  Yes, you two, you’re finished!”
Angela didn’t even look at him.  She began wandering about, examining the equipment, an expression of slightly dazed wonderment on her face, like a little girl in a doll shop.
“This stuff is so cool!  These whips…the leather…so smooth and flexible.  And all the equipment is so well made.  Stainless steel?”  Dani nodded.  “Yes, I thought so.”
“Angela!  Do you hear me?  What the hell are you doing?  Get me out of here!”
She turned to him, smiling sweetly.
“All in good time, darling.  You’ll be coming out soon, don’t worry.  I love your little pinafore dress, by the way.  It’s so cute.  I’ve always thought you looked nice in blue.”
“What the f*** are you playing at?  Get me out now!”
“Oh, all right.  If you insist.  You are getting a bit noisy, it’s true.  Dani, could we…?”
“Of course.”  Dani produced the key, went over, and unlocked the cage.  Andrew burst out.  No-one moved.
“My clothes!  Now!”
But we had other ideas.  We had already worked out our strategy.  We grabbed him, all four of us, and dragged him screaming and swearing to a steel and wood pillory in the corner adjacent to his cage.  I should describe this briefly.  Two stout steel poles, about a metre apart, were bolted to the floor.  Attached to them were two heavy wood planks, one above the other, each with corresponding half-circles cut out to receive the victim’s neck and wrists.  In front of the poles was a wooden platform for him to stand on, fitted with a ratchet mechanism to adjust the height, and a central steel ring.  We got his head and hands in place, and Dani slid down the upper plank and padlocked it in place.  He was still complaining loudly, so she found a nice red rubber ball-gag on a strap for him.  A couple of gentle taps with her whip persuaded him to open his mouth, and soon he was able only to emit muffled protests.  She knelt down and buckled on a pair of ankle-cuffs, which she attached to each other with a short chain fed through the ring.  All that remained was to adjust the height of the platform to make him comfortable.
“Is that all right, Andrew?” asked Dani, in a tone of solicitude.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be back shortly. Oh, I see Angela just wants a photo of your sweet little face.  There!”
Angela checked the picture she’d taken.  “Perfect!  I love the way the red gag matches his cheeks.”

We retired to a secluded corner of the room, where there were some easy chairs arranged in a circle.  We sat down and discussed what to do next.
“I’m first,” said Angela, “I need to take out some of my anger on him, so I can calm down and enjoy myself properly.”
“Agreed.  That okay with you, Maddy?”
“Of course.  My turn will come.  What’s the plan?”
“Yes, Danielle, tell us,” said Angela, “you’re the expert.  What sort of punishment would you prescribe?”
Dani allowed herself an enigmatic smile, and leaned forward conspiratorially.  She spoke in a low voice.
“I’m going to make a suggestion.  I don’t know what your reaction will be.  We first need to weaken his resistance, seduce him, and then entrap him.  Ultimately, our aim would be…..”  Our eyes widened as Dani unfolded her idea.
“But how would we…?” asked Maddy.
“We’d need Steve.  Nicely dressed, he’d be perfect.  Well, what do you think?”
We looked at each other.
"Steve's my brother," explained Maddy, "and he was Jacey's boyfriend."
“I see," said Angela.  "It’s very, very bad,” she added, frowning.  Then she laughed.  “Let’s do it!”
“Agreed!” said Maddy.  “Jacey, are you in?”
“I’m in!” I responded excitedly.  “Steve’s going to be so happy.  He’s been having a miserable time lately, spending hours doing housework in that same outfit.  I’ll ring him now.”
I picked up my phone and dialled Steve’s number.  He answered promptly, as he had been taught.
“Yes, Miss Jacinth?”
“Get your little ass over to Madam Danielle’s right away.  Understand?  Take a cab.  And there’s no need to change.”
“But, miss…..”
“Do it!  Or else.”
“Yes, miss.  Right away, miss.”
“Okay, girls.  He’s on his way,” I grinned.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 15.  A Very Bad Plan.

Angela spent the next half hour softening Andrew up.  She pinned up the back of his little skirt with a big safety pin, exposing his knickers.  At Dani’s suggestion, she alternated arousal with discipline.  First, she would stand by his head and fondle him, at the same time kissing his cheeks and whispering the rudest suggestions into his ears, which she nibbled and licked at the same time.  When he was fully aroused, she would pick up a whip and punish him for his lubricity.  Then she would start the whole process over again.  The frustration and confusion this generated soon reduced him to a state of abject docility.  In the meantime, Dani had instructed Riccardo to conduct Steve to one of the upstairs bedrooms.  She, Maddy and I left Angela to her own devices and went up to deal with him.  Our brief was very simple – to make him into the most attractive woman we could.  We had Dani’s huge wardrobe of women’s and girls’ clothes to choose from, and a vast selection of makeup.  Dani left us to it.  Riccardo, whose experience in matters of transformation was second to none, remained with us to assist.

First of all, Steve was stripped, bathed, and shaved all over.  To his chagrin, Riccardo was seconded to execute these tasks.  His wig was still securely adhered to his head, and required no attention.  He seemed to have become accepting of it as his own hair.  We found him the most amazing outfit just his size.  I’ll try to describe it, but I won’t be able to do it justice.  It consisted of a dress, stockings, armlets, and collar.  The dress was shortish with a flared skirt, a round neck, and puff sleeves that came half-way down his upper arms.  It was pink and white – mainly white, but the skirt with broad pale pink and white bands, and with narrow pale pink hoops around the body and cuffs.  The neck and sleeves were decorated with big white frills, and there was a big, dark pink bow attached to the side of the skirt just below the waist.  Underneath, he wore pink spandex panties with a front zip.  On his forearms he wore white armlets, frilled at both ends, and decorated at each end with pink hoops, with two big dark pink satin bows at the wrists.  On his legs were white over-the-knee stockings with dark pink lacing and big dark pink satin bows at the tops.  A pink satin ribbon, loosely tied, hung from the front of the collar, and the ensemble was completed by a pink satin choker with white frills.  Maddy took charge of his makeup.  She used enough foundation to hide any hint of his beard, and a subtle application of blusher.  His lips were painted with a pale pink lip-gloss, and his eyelids with a hint of pink eye shadow, with a modest application of mascara.  He looked quite breathtaking, and one hundred percent female!  We ordered him to sit in the armchair by the dressing table, to stay still so he didn’t spoil his appearance, and to await instructions.  Then we returned to the dungeon.
Andrew was still being teased mercilessly, not only by his erstwhile girlfriend, but now by Dani as well.  He had been released from the pillory, and we found him down on his knees before the two women, his hands secured behind him with handcuffs.  While Angela relied on her female charms – she had removed her shirt and bra, and stood over him just in her jeans and ankle boots – Dani appealed to his fetishistic desires by placing her booted legs within an inch or two of his nose, and stroking his cheek with her latex-gloved hand.  They seemed between them to have worked the poor thing into a terrible state of frustration.  He was begging and pleading with tears in his eyes, whether for mercy or relief or both I couldn’t determine.  He was a mere shadow of the brash, confident young man of the previous night. 
Eventually, Dani led him back to the cage and locked him in.  His arms remained cuffed.  He went and lay down on the bunk with his back to us.  Dani winked at me, and indicated we should go back upstairs.  When she saw Steve, she gasped with delight.
“Oh, he looks beautiful!  Well done, girls.  Let’s make her smell as good as she looks, shall we?”
She gave him a good squirt of Chanel, and ruffled his wig.  Then she addressed him directly. The plan was being put into action.
“Now, Steve, I need you to perform a service for me.  If you succeed, you will be allowed to go back to work tomorrow in your male clothes.  If you fail, you will still be going back to work, but dressed as a ten-year-old girl.  So take your choice.”
Steve stared at her with a mixture of fear and hope.
“What do I have to do?”
“How are you feeling?  I gather Jacey has denied you sex since your status changed.  Correct?”
“Yes,” he responded, dolefully.
“How would you feel about a lovely long, passionate blow-job?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard.  Okay, this is what you need to do.  Downstairs in the cage is a friend of ours.  By now, he’s extremely frustrated.  In a minute, we’re going to lock you in there with him.  Your task is to seduce him.  He may not be able to decide whether you’re a man or a woman, but by the time you’ve provoked him he probably won’t care.”  Steve looked alarmed.  “Don’t worry, we’re not asking you to do anything for him, just to allow his instincts to take their course.  Are you up for it?”
Steve hesitated.  “I get to go back to work just as usual?”
“Yes.  I promise.”
“I don’t have to do anything to him?”
“No.  Just lie back, close your eyes, and enjoy yourself.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, “I’ll do it.  Once it’s done, what then?”
“We’ll let you both out.  If you want to go home, you can.  Or you can spend the rest of the day with us, and Riccardo will cook us all a nice supper.”
He sighed.  “Let’s do it then.  Before I change my mind.”
“Good decision, Steve.  Oh, and by the way, your name’s Stephanie now, okay?”
“Stephanie.  Yeah.  Okay.”

As Dani led him out of the bedroom, Maddy and I looked at each other.
“You know,” she said, “although he pretended to be reluctant, I thought I detected a hint of eagerness there.”
“Me too, Mads!  I reckon Dani may have been right about him.  Let’s hope Andrew is the same way inclined, shall we?”