0 comments/ 42563 views/ 0 favorites The Visitor Ch. 1 By: kandy manns slut He'd been watching her for weeks, keeping tract of her comings and goings, noticing how little company she ever had. Day after day he sat in the weeds for hours, waiting, watching, planning. Her place was isolated, whenever she left he cased the house, finding it easy to gain entry, even when she locked it, which wasn't often. This last time he let himself in, wandered around in her home, peering into drawers, finding her toys, smelling her aroma on them, his cock swelling in his pants, his desire for increasing with each passing minute.... She stopped the car at the end of the driveway, getting out to grab the mail. As she got back in the car she noticed the front door was open, she could have sworn she closed it. She pulled the car up next to the house and brought her packages in. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something didn't feel right. She called out 'is someone here?' Of course no one answered and she felt silly, but still uneasy, something wasn't right. She shook it off, put the milk in the fridge, and decided to take a shower, it was so damn hot and muggy out. He was waiting in the big walk in closet in her bedroom. He heard her call out and smiled to himself, thinking yes baby, someone is here, your worse nightmare is hiding in your closet. He heard her puttering around in the kitchen, and then come into the bedroom. The closet door was cracked open, and he could see her removing her clothes. He wasn't worried about being discovered, there were two closets in the bedroom, and he picked the one that didn't have her clothes in it. She stood in front of the dresser, looking in the mirror, taking her clothes off, getting ready for her shower. She removed her top, a summer shirt, with the bra built right into it. She dropped the shirt on the floor and looked at her reflection. 'Not bad' she thought to herself, her 40dd's showing very little sag, the stretch marks very faint, almost invisible. She turned sideways, sucked in her tummy and thrust her chest out. 'Not bad, not bad at all' she thought. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and removed her panties, leaving them on the floor next to her other clothes. She took one last look in the mirror and headed off to the shower. He was sweating hard, it was so damn hot in that fucking closet, and watching her get naked had made his cock as hard as concrete in his pants. He could feel the sweat running down his balls, and the precum making a wet spot where the swollen head of his cock pushed against his jeans. She had beautiful tits, and that ass was built for fucking, so nice and plump and round. He was startled as the shower began to run, the tub was on the same wall as one of the walls of the closet. He pressed his ear against that wall, listening to her, hearing her step into the tub and close the shower curtain. Suddenly she started singing 'Oklahoma' very loudly. He was startled, and jumped a bit, knocking a box over in the process. She must have heard or felt the commotion as she suddenly stopped singing and all he could hear was the water running. She stopped singing, sure she had heard a noise. She stood as still as a statue, listening, straining her ear to hear any unusual sound. After a couple minutes she relaxed, and wondered to herself why she was so damn jumpy today. She started humming and squirted a dollop of shampoo into her hand. She closed her eyes and worked her hair into a lather. As she washed her hair she thought happy thoughts. Another date with Dave tonight, their 4th. He's so nice and courteous and sweet, the perfect gentleman, too perfect she though. If he didn't make a move on her tonight , she was going to take the initiative. She was very attracted to him, and it had been months since she had been with a man 'that way'. He stood motionless in the closet, waiting to see if she would leave the shower to come investigate the noise. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard her start humming. He wanted to do this the way he planned, nice and neat and easy, with no big struggle. He reached down and felt around for his backpack. he had everything he needed in it. He reached inside and found the baggie with the chloroform soaked rag in it. It was almost time to make his move. He was very tense and excited, his heart pounding, his breath shallow and rapid, his cock aching, his balls felt like they were ready to burst. He hadn't let himself cum for days, he was saving it up for her. He wanted to shoot that first big load all over her face and tits, wanted to see her dripping in his cum. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She walked into the bedroom, dripping all over the carpet. she felt so good, fresh and clean and cool, although a new fine film of perspiration was already beginning to form as soon as she left the shower. It was 90 degrees and the humidity was about as high as the temperature. She sat at the edge of the bed, her back to the closet that concealed her 'visitor'. She bent over at the waist, flipped her hair upside down, and began to gently towel it dry. She straightened up and flipped her towel dried hair back off her face. Suddenly something covered her nose and mouth. She could smell something, but she didn't know what it was. She struggled, but could feel herself losing it. Then everything faded to black. The Visitor Ch. 10 I don't know how long I slept for, how long my poor battered mind floated in the warm sea of mindless contentment, before I came to. I stretched yawning, my body feeling stiff and strangely aching. All the memories of those things that I'd been subjected to were still a distant dream, until the realisation that I was still dressed in that horrible adult baby dress brought me to my senses, memories rushing back into my head in a horrified rush of humiliated embarrassment. I rolled over climbing out of the bed, my only thoughts to rip off those horrible clothes and starting with that dreadful disgusting nappy. Foolishly I didn't even think about the fact that the satin mittens had somehow disappeared while I was asleep, I was just concerned in getting those things off. The frilly pants were followed in one by those plastic pants and then I ripped the tabs free to rid myself of that disgusting nappy, shocked by its weight as it came free and fell to the floor. Tottering slightly my bottom feeling cool in the air, I made my way into the en suite and sat on the loo, a chance to relieve myself and to let my mind relax for a second. After sitting there for a few minutes, feeling disgusted with myself, I began to search around that beastly dress, searching for buttons or a zip or fastening of some sort to get myself free of it. There was nothing in the front except silly satin pink ruffles so I struggled to investigate behind my back and behind my neck, surely there was an end of a zip or button or something there. The more I struggled the more frustrated I became I just couldn't seem to find the fastener anywhere. With a horrible embarrassed frustration growing, I took to tugging at it, pulling on those short puffed sleeves, the fear of being seen in it fuelling my building heartbeat at that awful humiliation. The satin made my hands slip, my grip poor and crazily, my strength seemed to have deserted me, if you have ever tried to rip and item of clothing off you, you might understand my feelings. Apart from the strength needed to rip the material, there is also the stupid idiotic in born thing of not tearing your clothes. I gave up with a frustrated sob and just sat there foolishly on the loo. After a few moments I pulled myself back together after all, I wasn't doing any good just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I got up and went back into the bedroom and going across to the window, I drew the curtain back a little to peer out. It was twilight, perhaps late evening, the light gone out of the day, the shadows of the evening growing longer. I listened, listened carefully, it was deadly quiet, and no sound could be heard at all, not even a creak of a floorboard or distant voice. I tiptoed over to the door, the quiet making me behave quietly too, it made me feel foolish and a bit vulnerable in that bloody dress and with my lack of pants. I tried the handle, hopefully. It was locked, but I rattled it harder in my frustration, then shouting, "Hey, hey, hello?" the silence was deafening, it was obvious no one was there. I stood for a few seconds almost wringing my hands, then settling myself again, I tried to sort out a plan in my head. Look in the cupboards for some clothes, I knew I had left some of my old decorating clothes in the cupboards somewhere. I started on the wardrobes, but they were empty, then the chest of drawers where he had taken nighties and panties from, my heart was pounding stupidly as I opened them one by one but they too were empty, in a stupid way I was disappointed, what an idiot I am. As for my old clothes they were not anywhere to be seen. What to do? What to do? I looked at the chair, thinking perhaps I could pick it up and use it to break the window, but after struggling to get it up with its legs balanced on the dressing table, I realised that there was no way I had the strength to throw it at the window. I searched then, searched for something, anything, that I could use to break the dam window, but all I found was a hairbrush and that only tapped it, foolishly, I did try. I attempted to calm myself and set out to explore each part of the room to try and find what he might have left or missed. I suddenly noticed that there was a cupboard, like a sideboard against the wall opposite the end of the bed, on top of which was a sort of large television, they were new, they weren't mine, I don't know why I hadn't noticed them before, I think it was because I was so stressed, focussed on the way I was dressed and the thought of trying to escape. I looked closer, the television didn't have any switches or buttons on it, it was just a monitor and it stood on a wooden box. On the front of the wooden box there was a funny amateur looking square button, below it there was one word, it said ON. It was all so wired but I could feel my curiosity growing as I looked at the cupboard below the monitor, there were a pair of doors on the front of it. Trembling slightly I opened the doors a little to peep inside. On the shelf inside was another wooden box, larger this time and from what I could see it had a hinged lid and a keyhole on the front. I opened the doors fully and reaching in, totally curious now, I pulled it out off the shelf. It was heavier than I expected and I nearly dropped it. On top of the box was an envelope which nearly slid off onto the floor as I struggled with the it. Carefully I carried the box and the envelope back onto the bed and there tried to open the box, it didn't budge, it was obviously locked. I went back to the cupboard to search for a key just in case I had missed it and after about five minutes of looking, both in the cupboard and in the drawers and bedside cabinet, I returned to the box and picked up the envelope. It seemed too thin to have a key in, it was unaddressed and just had one sheet of paper folded inside it. I opened it feeling nervous, yet stupidly a little excited too. There were three words on the piece of paper "Switch it ON." I looked across at the monitor, my heart fluttering as I sat there just looking at it, debating in my head, should I or shouldn't I? In the end I thought, well if something awful comes on I can always switch it off again, I got off the bed and going over to the unit I switched it on. The screen greyed then flickered lighter and I returned to my bed to watch what would happen. The screen brightened in a few minutes and then a large pink framed text box appeared in the centre of the screen, it was empty to start and then words began to appear almost as if someone was typing them. "Good evening Leanne, I am glad you've made the right decision and switched me on. This is an interactive computer program, it is similar to the on line chat that you have with your Master, except that instead of answering by typing, certain objects will answer for you. Don't worry about how it works, only that it does, I cannot hear you so do not bother trying to talk to me. This program is for your entertainment and fun whilst you are alone, you will find it thrilling and exciting and if you agree and do what you are told, then in the end you will get your reward. You were obviously curious enough to find the play box and the note which you have responded to obediently, now I expect that you want to find the key to your play box?" "The key is taped under the drawer in your bedside cabinet, get it now. I will know when you insert the key in the lock." Trembling a little, a thrill of foolish excitement going through me, I pulled out the drawer and groped beneath it, as the program had said, the key was taped beneath it. I peeled the tape back and released the key and taking it with a shaking hand I inserted it in the lock. The screen beeped, it was a loud beep that made me jump. "When you open your play box the program will begin." I was trembling, stupidly trembling and then suddenly I felt foolish, after all it's only a stupid computer program. The box unlocked smoothly and I lifted the lid in an idiotically hasty movement. Inside I could see folds of translucent latex, it sparked a pang of foolish excitement in my tummy and reaching in gently I touched it. The feel of the soft latex created a buzz deep inside me and slowly I removed it from the box, the material unfolding as I did so. There in my trembling hands were a pair of latex knickers, quite sheer and see through and inside them I could see a gleaming stiff dildo moulded into their form. My heart started thumping like an express train, my face feeling flushed, a thrill of insane excitement going through me. The screen beeped again and again I jumped at the sound "You love them don't you Leanne? Feel them, slide your fingers over them." I did so, I was unable to stop myself, the latex felt so, so sexy. "Mmmm aren't they exciting Leanne, touch them against your cheek, you want them don't you?" Stupidly I was touching the soft smooth sexy material against my cheek, it smelt so heady so exciting. I couldn't stop myself putting them right under my nose and inhaling, my head was suddenly buzzing, I felt high, my insides throbbing In a mad arousal. "Breath into them Leanne, smell their perfume, inhale their scent." I was doing just that, unable to stop myself, the aroma making my head feel light, making all my erogenous zones buzz at once. "Open them Leanne, put them over your face and breathe in that wonderful scent, breathe deeply, let the aroma lift you." I opened them unable to think straight putting them over my face, the dildo millimetres from my lips, the smell, the mixture of latex and that sweet almost chemical perfume so intoxicating, I could almost feel myself getting high on it. "Kiss the cock Leanne, kiss the cock, you know you want to, you know you need to, kiss the cock Leanne, do it now." The words were distorted by the sheer latex but I knew what they said, knew what they were telling me. I looked straight at the dildo, it was so beckoning, I couldn't help myself, that wonderful pungent perfume seeping into every nerve of my brain and suddenly I found myself foolishly kissing and sucking it. Eventually gasping, quivering all over, In an effort to stop myself, I pulled my head free of it, my face hot and flushed with perspiration. "You love it don't you Leanne, you love it. Look in the box there is a tube, take it out." I was unable to think straight anymore, the weird arousal a buzz of sensations all over my body. "Open it Leanne, smell it, taste a little on your finger." I did so with pounding heart, squeezing a tiny blob onto my finger tip before foolishly bringing it up to my panting mouth. It was almost tasteless yet somehow it had a mild suggestion of sweetness, stupidly, almost unstoppably, I began to suck my finger, sliding it into my mouth and over my tongue. It felt weird, the merest suggestion of a coating making my lips and tongue suddenly begin to feel numb, it was such an erotic feeling making my head buzz even more and my poor entrapped clit began to scream for my touch. "Squeeze some onto the cock Leanne." I was totally lost, unable to think for myself anymore, foolishly following the instructions on the screen as they appeared. "Wank the cock with the cream Leanne, make it all nice and slippy." In seconds I was wanking the cock, my hand enclosing its girth as I rubbed it up and down, the cream covering its surface making it shiny and wet, the sensation almost as if I was stroking myself making me quiver in sexual ecstasy. "Stand up by your bed Leanne." Slipping my legs over the side, I obeyed and stood there lost in my mindless arousal. "Good girl Leanne, you want to wear your knickers don't you? You want to feel that gorgeous soft latex against your skin don't you Leanne?" I stupidly gasped yes to no one, my hands trembling as I held the knickers, they felt wonderful, looking so erotic right down to the latex frill at the hems of the legs. "Put them on Leanne, put your knickers on, slip them over your feet, pull them up your legs Leanne, feel that latex as it caresses you Leanne, don't be afraid you know you can always take them back off if you don't like them, now put them on like a good girl Leanne." My heart in my throat, mechanically I slipped my feet into them, slowly drawing them up my legs, quivering to the sensations as they clung erotically to my smooth skin. "Higher Leanne, pull them up higher." Panting short quick breaths I pulled them up further, the latex slipping up over my legs, the dildo moving about inside them, touching my inner thigh, touching higher and higher as I pulled them further and further up. "Put the cock against you Leanne, you know you want it, push it against your pussy." I was wriggling now, the head of the slick dildo suddenly against my puckered pussy tickling me there. "Pull your knickers up Leanne, pull them right up, you know you want to feel them tight around your bum." I felt weak, whimpering, foolishly aroused unable to stop myself pulling up harder and harder on the thickened almost belted waistband of those latex knickers, the dildo pushing harder against me as I did so, until with a gasp I felt myself opening to its pressure. It slipped deep into me easily, almost too easily, filling me more and more as I whimperingly, unstoppably, pulled the knickers further and further into place. I gave an uncontrollable highly charged moan as it eventually clung tightly over me, enveloping me, the thickened waistband almost shrinking into place around my waist as I released it. I stood there lost in sexual sensation, my breath coming in those short panting gasps, fully aroused. "Good girl Leanne, that feels lovely doesn't it? Your beautiful knickers clinging to you, a cock deep inside you, doesn't that feel good? Here is a little present as you've been such a good girl." There was a short vibration deep inside me, it made me tremble and my legs go weak, but it stopped almost as soon as it had started. "That was nice wasn't it Leanne and if you are a good girl I will do it to you again, now get back on the bed and look back in your play box." Gently, I got back on my bed, sitting carefully, aware that the dildo would be pushed further into me as I sat, the feeling making me groan. Leaning over, easing the pressure, I looked in the box, inside there was a layer of tissue paper. I removed it and under I saw two single black leather cuffs with a short chain and clip dangling from each. "Aren't they exciting Leanne? Take them out." My heart was indeed pounding at the sight, they were so erotic their very appearance reeking of bondage. I took them out my palms sweaty my fingers quivering as I touched them, the leather stiff and strong, the steel buckles gleaming, the chain cold, its fine links coiling like a serpent against me as it touched me. "Slip them around your ankles Leanne, feel them against your skin." Shaking I wrapped them, one at a time around my ankles, the leather cool and strong. "Fasten the buckles Leanne, you know you want to. They are, only buckles Leanne, you can undo them whenever you like. Fasten the buckles Leanne, you know how they make you feel." With trembling fingers I began to do up the buckles, after all, the computer was right, there was no real threat, all I had to do was undo them if I was worried. "Tighter Leanne, do them tighter." My nipples were fully erect now, the arousal coursing through me as I secured the buckles pulling them tightly round my ankles. As I finished I felt a quick buzz of vibration inside me but this time it was together with a buzz from the evil bullet that was still a part of that terrible imprisonment of my penis clit, it made me gasp and wriggle, feeding my arousal in a want of more. "When you've finished it will buzz longer Leanne, you want that don't you? Now look at the bottom of your bed." I did want it, the program had my head in its control and I could hardly think straight anymore. I looked at the bottom of the bed in a dazed wanting stupor. "There is a metal tube across the bottom of the bed Leanne." There was indeed a black metal tube, it was fixed across, somehow clamped down to the legs at its ends. There were two slots in the tube along its length, each going from near the middle to the end. In each slot at their innermost ends were two metal rings. "You can see the lovely shiny rings Leanne, take the chain from your left ankle and clip it to the left ring Leanne. Don't worry, you can always unclip it after Leanne." My clit was throbbing madly, nipples tingling insanely, I couldn't stop myself wriggling forward and clipping the chain to the ring, my breathing showing my thrill as I did so. "Good girl, now the right one Leanne." I was doing the right one even as the words appeared. "Good girl, now wriggle back up the bed, pull your little chains tight, see how good that makes you feel." In a daze I wriggled back, the chains tightening as I did, until they were holding my ankles in place. I was rewarded by another buzzing vibration through my sex, this time for longer, leaving me in total lost quivering arousal when it stopped, ready to do anything for it to continue. "Look in your play box Leanne, move the next layer of tissue." Trembling, my head buzzing, I reached over, removing another layer of tissue. I gasped at what I'd revealed, it was a black rubber penis gag, one end a strange shaped block, the other unmistakably a soft pliant penis. Attached to it were two short black elastic belts, a push clip on the end of one and its receptor on the end of the other. "Pick it up Leanne, pick it up and feel it." My heart was in my throat, my fingers running over the smooth soft exciting rubber. "Kiss it Leanne, you know you want to, kiss it." Quivering I brought it to my lips, I just couldn't stop myself, it was so sexy so erotic, I kissed it gently. "Lick it Leanne, lick it." I touched it with my tongue it tasted strange an almost bitter sweetness, it made my tongue tingle and suddenly I was licking it more and then it was in my mouth and I was sucking it, my tongue feeling numb against it. "That's it Leanne, suck it, suck it there's a good girl, now fasten the ties behind your head, clip the ends together, you know you want to, you know you need to, don't worry, you can easily undo it." Trembling and gurgling in my arousal I foolishly pulled the elastic tight behind my head, the click of the fastening making me moan stupidly into it. The buzz in my sex started again, going on for a little longer this time, building my arousal more before frustratingly stopping again. "Good girl Leanne, now reach into your play box and see what else is in there." I was so aroused now, I didn't need any persuasion and I quickly pulled away the last of the tissue, what I revealed sent my senses into a buzzing trembling high. These were rubber covered hand cuffs, separated by what looked like a solid rubber bar that held them about twelve inches apart. "They are so sexy aren't they Leanne? Look at them Leanne, just imagine how they will feel." The buzz, buzzed gently at my clit again, I was so aroused, I was shaking holding them. "Don't worry Leanne, there is no key hole, they only have little leavers that release them, try one on your left wrist, try it now Leanne." I pushed the little rubber covered leaver on the left cuff and it sprang open, then quivering uncontrollably I rested my left wrist in it and with a little whimper I closed it hearing it click shut, tight around my wrist. The feeling was indescribable my sex tingling madly at the submissive feel it was giving me. "Now unlock it again Leanne." Trembling nervously I pressed the leaver and the cuff sprang open again, I found myself panting yet feeling a certain security in knowing I could get out of it again. The Visitor Ch. 10 "Try the right one Leanne." I quiveringly went through the process again, locking then unlocking the cuff on my right wrist. "They are so sexy aren't they Leanne? Now try both of them, feel how excited it makes you feel." My heart beating a tarantella, I did, the left cuff first then the right and as soon as the right clicked the buzz in my clit sent me quivering and wriggling in crazy foolish mindless arousal. However, yet again, just as I was building towards a begging wanton climax the buzzing stopped. "Good girl Leanne, now take them off again." Quivering, my breath a panting tarantella, anything, anything, just to finally achieve my climax, I wriggled my fingers around to feel for the leavers, for a moment, I couldn't seem to get to them, my heartbeat soaring, but then the middle finger of my left hand found one, I pushed it and the cuff sprang open releasing me once again. I gasped inwardly, the release giving me even more confidence in using them again. "Now Leanne, put the cuffs behind you, slip them down until you are sitting on them so the cuffs are at your hips." I moved the cuffs as it said wriggling them behind and under me so that one appeared at each hip. "Good girl, you are excited, now Leanne, aren't you? I know you are, I know you want this, so fasten your right wrist in its cuff." My mind was doing somersaults, I was feeling indescribably excited, dribbling a little from the penis gag, my tongue feeling totally numb now, yet the taste wonderful in my mouth. I brought my right wrist down and with my left hand clicked the cuff shut around it, the feeling inside me unbelievable. "Good girl Leanne, now put your left wrist into its cuff." Foolishly I did, my hand trembling madly as I slipped my wrist into the open cuff. "Good girl, now can you close it with your fingers, try Leanne, try and close it around your wrist." Stupidly, foolishly, idiotically, I was obeying it, wriggling my fingers round trying to pull the cuff closed, getting it near, almost there, wanting, needing, to feel that excitement inside me once again. I started to feel frustrated, I couldn't quite get it closed, I was struggling, my mind concentrated on it, my fingers slipping, when just as I thought I couldn't do it, it just seemed to close almost on its own. Immediately the buzzing in the dildo deep inside me and the horrible, horrible, wonderful bullet against my clit sent me into a wild wriggling teasing sexual high before maddeningly frustratingly stopping once again. "Well now you fucking slut!! Look what a submissive gay bondage slut you are, look at how you've given yourself to me, locked yourself up in sissy gay sexual bondage. You couldn't help yourself could you, I haven't done this to you, you have made yourself like this for me haven't you slut?" I looked at the words, suddenly shocked, snapping me out of my sexual fantasy, scared, it was right, omg what had I done. I twisted my wrists round suddenly only wanting to rip all these things off me. I scrabbled for and found the leavers and with my index finger pushed hard to release them, nothing happened, I pushed and pushed, there was a click and I thought thank god but they hadn't opened, my heartbeat was screaming. "No Leanne, naughty sissy,, you can't undo them, I have you, your mine now, mine until tomorrow morning. Now look at yourself, see what a naughty gay bondage slut you are." The screen flickered and there was me lying there wriggling, blushing. Dressed in a pink baby's dress, the ruffled petticoats visible, the latex knickers clinging to my thighs down to just above my knees with their frilled hem. The black dildo gag was in my mouth, my cheeks pink with embarrassment, the make up visible at my eyes and spread lips. My ankles cuffed and held by their chains to that black tube thing and me incapacitated completely my wrists at my hips in those rubber handcuffs. I was whimpering, begging oh god what a fool I was, why oh why had I done it. "Now Leanne, you gay sissy, let's just check that everything is working before we start." A line appeared on the screen, something like you'd see when you are loading a program on a computer, it was grey and began slowly turning green from the left side and as it did so the toys I'd stupidly worn, buzzed and moved as if in short testing bursts. Eventually the line reached the end and the word box appeared on the screen again, words scrolling across it. "You are all connected up and working now Leanne, I am able to control and monitor all your actions and reactions so now let's get you prepared for some light entertainment." I wriggled and dribbled whimpering and pulling at the bondage that I'd stupidly put myself into. Then the damnable bullet against my poor penis clit beginning to gently buzz again making me wriggle my thighs together as I felt it slowly begin to possess me once again. The screen in front of me suddenly opened up to full size its size, flickering before the picture came into focus. It showed a room, a room which looked vaguely familiar, I blinked as I tried to clear my befuddled brain then it dawned on me and I was suddenly very focused. It was my bedroom, our bedroom, well my wife's bedroom since she had banished me to the single bedroom a few weeks ago. Into the picture walked my wife, my lovely wife, she was naked. I let out a whimper of humiliation seeing her yet a little flicker of lustful excitement fuelled the softly buzzing bullet make my poor imprisoned clit struggle and throb. Slowly she dressed, I had never seen her wear such sexy underwear in reds and blacks. The thong, something she never wore, showed off her rounded bottom. It was like watching a sexy film as she dressed, suspender belt and black stockings, I'd never ever seen her in stockings all our married life, she said she hated them, yet here she was putting them on in such a sexy way. Her bra was half cupped, showing to the camera her pink nipples peeping over its black lace balcony, I was quivering, my face burning in a certain jealousy. She turned showing her back, her bottom framed in suspenders and stockings, the glimpse of the thong between her cheeks as she bent to pick up her dress. She slipped it over her head, wriggling into it, a brightly coloured cascade of silk that slid down to rest at mid thigh. My wife, rarely wore a dress, she usually wore trousers or jeans, even when I begged her to wear a dress when we go out she would usually not listen to me and to see her wearing one here now, especially one so short and so loose on her was almost unbelievable. I was watching her intently, why put on a show like this for me, but she seemed to be talking to someone. Then a man walked into sight, a well built deeply tanned man and my heart froze, my cheeks burning even more, the chocking grip of jealousy crushing me. He went up to her, held her by the wrist looking her up and down before he pulled her to him and kissing her on the lips in a deep sexual dominating kiss. The bullet was buzzing harder now, buzzing against my penis clit, my mind full of a sick jealousy yet my body trembling to the sexual teasing it was giving me. They left the picture then, together and the room appeared empty. The screen changed now, my Master, my on line Master that is, used to make me watch hypno videos, sissy hypno videos, I used to try to do it for him, but never watched for long as they gave me a headache. One started on the screen now, a continually revolving flashing video showing sissies sucking, sissy sex, big cocks and cum bathed faces, the sound track a continual moaning groaning whimpering match to the pictures. I tried to close my eyes to shut it out, but the sound was always there forcibly drawing me back, the buzzing at my penis clit joined now by a buzzing deep inside me against my prostate from the dildo I had so stupidly inserted into myself. I have no idea how long it went on for and no idea how long it was before I gave in and became totally engrossed sinking into the flashing images, unable to look away as they drew me deeper and deeper into their hypnosis. When it eventually suddenly stopped, I felt odd, almost lost in the strangest way, the vibrations stopping too leaving me feeling empty, wanting and frustrated yet again. The screen cleared and the film restarted, it was the bedroom once more, the camera angle changed now showing more of the room and the bed in its centre. There was sound now, I could hear her and him, they entered the room, she was giggling and I could see she had been drinking, his hand was on her bottom and the tightness of jealousy gripped my stomach. "Strip for me now babe, show me what you've got for me." His voice was assertive, deep and sophisticated, I hated it. She was giggling still, then she began to slowly remove her clothes, almost dancing in a seductive striptease in front of him, I couldn't believe it of my wife, I'd never seen her behave like this. He stopped her when she was only wearing suspenders, stockings and that thong and he started to kiss her. He kissed her deeply whilst his hands roamed over her bare breasts, plucking at her proud nipples, she was moaning, aroused, wriggling against him. My head was pounding, the jealous grip strangling my insides, my face on fire, but the damnable bullet was buzzing again, buzzing and teasing me, my own nipples throbbing as I watched unable to take my eyes off my wife with this fucking horrible, bastard man. His hand slipped down between her legs, his fingers teasing her through the black lace of her thong. "What do you want darling?" His voice was low, teasing her like his fingers as she wriggled on them. I was whimpering, wriggling myself now, the bullet buzzing stronger against me, my penis clit hurtfully throbbing. "Nooo noooo" I gurgled into my gag I could barely hear her voice as she moved against him, her face showing her obvious arousal. "What darling, say it louder." He was teasing her, I heard her gasp' then her voice. "Fuck me John, oh fuck me." I was quivering in my jealousy my face on fire, noo Nooo she wouldn't, couldn't, she's my wife. "Beg me you little slut." His fingers were under the thong, actually probing into her as she clung to him, her eyes fluttering in her sexual arousal. "Nooooo, nooooo," I was struggling to shout on my penis gag, gurgling to no one. "Please, please, oh John please fuck me." She whimpered, the insatiable buzzing against my clit increasing as she said it. He had her on the bed then, pulling that thong from her and pushing her legs apart. The tube at the bottom of my bed began to hum and slowly the two rings began to move apart towards the legs of the bed, pulling my ankles apart with them, spreading me as he was spreading her. I pulled against the rings, trying to stop them, but they carried on unstoppably until I was spread eagle. He lay between her legs, his bare cock stiff and hungry against her wetness, his head rubbing between her wet lips. "Beg me cunt" he ordered I was wriggling, twisting, no, please, I didn't want this, I didn't want to see this, not my poor lovely wife. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me John, please fuck me, ohhhh." I saw him enter her poor unprotected pussy then, sliding deeper and deeper into her as she moaned beneath him, the dildo inside me seeming to almost grow too and suddenly it felt like it was thrusting inside me in cadence to his thrusts into her. They had sex for ages, the film pornographically showing his forever stiff buried cock, her writhing body slick with their sweat, his grunting thrusts and her shouting moans as she seemed to climax again and again. I hated him, hated it, to see my wife, the woman I loved, having such wild sex like this, I sobbed in my mixture of jealousy and frustration. Yet I was aroused, I was madly aroused unable to stop myself watching every detail, listening to every sound as the bullet and the vibrator teased me all the way to my own dribbling climax. I lay there exhausted, the dildo and the bullet stopped, yet the film went on and on as I watched through half closed eyes. "I'm going to cum in you slut, fill you full of my cum." His voice was hard almost aggressive I could see her eyes flicker, some return to a self consciousness from that place he'd taken her mind with his thrusting erection. "No, no John, you mustn't, you can't, I'm not on the pill." She whimpered in earnest It shook me wide awake, my eyes open wide, a cavalcade of thoughts rushing through my head. Omg, noo, stop him, stop it, she might get pregnant, Nooo, stop him, stop it now. "Ohh yes my slut, I know you want it, I'm going to fill your hungry womb with my seed" his voice was strident almost, his hands gripping my wife tightly as he thrust deeper into her, his climax seeming to send her over the top once again as she moaned loudly, visibly quivering beneath him as his ejaculations filled her. I wriggled frantically in my bondage, screaming into my gag, tears pouring down my cheeks. The film faded, the word box opening again. "You loved watching your wife being bred didn't you slut? You could see how much she enjoyed it, we have awakened her own lust now, she'll want it like a drug, she will be desperate to have more and more sex with real men from now on." I whimpered through my tears, my sadness and sorrow at what I'd seen. "But the night is young, I'm sure you want to watch our next feature, it's much more up your street. After all you're not interested in filthy disgusting women are you? A gay sissy like you is much more interested in men and cocks in particular." The screen faded as I wriggled against my unyielding bonds in hateful humiliation, then it cleared, the room in view this time totally recognisable, this bedroom, my prison for the last few days. It didn't take long before the complete embarrassment of my own debasement throughout that day started to play back to me. Each quivering moan, each begging word as I relived those thrusting teasing cocks played in pornographic scenes, a high quality gay sex video with me as the star. All the while the dildo inside me, the vibrating bullet, the gag and the spreading bar, buzzed and worked in reaction to the pictures, slowly redeveloping my unwanted arousal, until I was a tingling whimpering sexual slave begging once again for release. I am not sure how long it all went on for, I know that exhaustion claimed me more than once and that on my awakening it all started again, until, in the end it finally left me in peace almost as the grey of dawn began to break through night's darkness. He shook me awake, I felt pained, cramped and sore, there was an evil smile on his face. "Well, well, well, I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself, it was our last test to see if you were a real gay sissy and it seems you are, doesn't it?" I groaned into the gag, my face flushing a burning red, I hated him. "Look at you, in sissy bondage, I can see you really love it." I whimpered beseechingly, pleading with my eyes, I was desperate to relieve myself. He laughed, "I don't think I should release you, I should leave you like that, show you to Hazel so that she can indeed see what you are like." I whimpered, pleading through the gag, begging him to free me. "Ha, well she knows anyway, she has seen the pictures and the films." And he bent over me easily unclipping the cuffs from my wrists, the little levers suddenly working. My head was on fire, wave after wave of embarrassment, hate and humiliation going through me as I struggled with my numb hands no free myself from my own self inflicted stupidity. He just stood there smiling as he watched me, a suitcase closed beside him, waiting patiently for me to get out of that horrible bed and head to the loo. I sat there then in partial relief the bondage things discarded where I had left them, yet still wearing that cursed pink baby dress. He walked into the bathroom as if he owned the place, ignoring the fact that I was sitting on the loo "lean forward girl, let me unfasten your dress." He undid it at the back and gratefully I slipped it over my head, yet still holding it in front of me, in a stupid attempt to retain some dignity. "Get showered and quick about it, I'll put your clothes ready for you." His voice was sharp and assertive, there was no wait for a reply, just the order before he left the room. I washed slowly, glad of the warm soapy water easing my knotted muscles until eventually in an almost reluctance to leave the bathroom, I finally emerged attempting to wrap myself in the slightly smaller towel he had left for me. He was sitting at the dressing table, a number of papers in front of him, he looked up at me, he was wearing glasses, it was the first time I had seen him in them. "Ah, get dressed Leanne." He spoke almost matter of factly in his doctor's voice and he gesticulated to clothes he had laid out on the bed, looking back at the papers afterwards. I went over to the bed, the underwear, black lace bra and panties, suspender belt and black fishnet stockings all looked very tarty. Quivering, I felt the very beginning of a plan, an idea on how to escape from him, growing in my mind. If I dressed, then maybe I could break free from this room, dash up to my own bedroom and get my own clothes back on and maybe, just maybe, I would be able to make a run for it. I dressed slowly, carefully, the plan formulating in my mind as I did so. Insanely I couldn't help but feel stupidly aroused by the underwear as I put them on. "Pull your fucking self together" I remonstrated with myself inside my head. Trying to concentrate I looked back on the bed, there was a red skirt and white top, when I picked it up I realised how short the skirt was, it was very short, made from a thin lycra material. I stepped into it and gingerly pulled it up to my waist, its hem barely below my stocking tops, screaming slut. Fastening it, I picked up the top, it was a blouse, the material fine, sheer, white and elastic, I carefully pulled it on over my head, wriggling it down over my breasts the vee neck cut low showing a revealing cleavage a clear reminder of his feminisation of me. I turned to head for the door but as I did so he was by my side. "Put these on." He handed me a pair of high heels, strange straps at their ankles. Trembling, nervous now, looking for my opportunity to run, I slipped my feet into them. He pushed me back onto the bed almost before I could think, wrapping the straps tightly around my ankles, the little padlocks clicking shut even as he did it. I slid my fingers down testing to see if I could release them, but they were fastened securely, I tried to stand up tottering slightly as I struggled to balance, fuck how could I run like this. "Hmmm, good, stand there Leanne." He pointed to a spot beside the dressing table and I tottered slowly over. "Good, now Leanne, today you are coming with me to my place." I looked at him in horror. "But, but, I, I can't, this is my home, I, I, I live here, my wife is here, I, I don't want to go, I don't want this, go, leave me alone, leave my, my house." My little girlish voice was quivering in a nervous tremulous half whisper. He laughed, he threw his head back and laughed. "Oh dear Leanne it's too late for that isn't it? After all this was going to happen long ago, you see when you gave me your wife's details we had long discussions about you. I told her you were gay and only liked men, she of course didn't want to live with you anymore, but she was terrified of loosing everything by divorcing you, apart from the humiliation she was afraid of by people knowing her husband is that way. She knew I wanted you and I made her a proposal that she sees as her answer." I stood there mouth open, this couldn't be true, he was lying she loved me, I'm not gay. The Visitor Ch. 10 "You see Leanne I deal with mental issues, I am called on to attend prisons and hospitals to give advice on symptoms and prescribe methods and medicines to deal with patients. I am often called on to make judgement about people's mental health. So I proposed to Hazel that I would diagnose that you have mental issues which could be dangerous to yourself or members of the public and I would advise that you were committed to my care for treatment." I couldn't believe my ears, this was a story, he was teasing me. "Nooo, Nooo, you, you can't do that." I finally managed to squeak. "indeed I can Leanne and I have, you see it takes two to commit someone, the doctor and the next of kin. I explained it all to Hazel, and she could see it was the answer to her problem, she wouldn't have to divorce you and she would be looking after all your money and possessions whilst you were dreamed unable to. I filled out the necessary papers and all she had to do was sign the agreement." He held the form up for me to see, her signature obvious at the bottom of the page. "Noooooo, nooooo" the room was suddenly spinning, this couldn't be happening to me, she wouldn't, she wouldn't, he must have made her, ohh ohh my wife, my lovely wife. He grabbed me, holding me up, "there is nothing you can do about it darling, you are mine, now behave like a good girl and we'll get you home where we can all have some fun." His giggle was obviously mad as he took my hands, the soft fur lined cuffs buckled about my wrists before I was aware he was even doing it. "Come along Leanne, the car is all ready to go" I tottered along his hand gripping my arm as he steered me out of the room, out of the house, out of my house, wishing I could break free and run, run away as I had half planned, but he'd beaten me once again, the cuffs and shoes crippling me as sure as if he put me in irons. Outside I cringed in humiliation, cringed at being seen, my embarrassment off the chart as he led me through the morning air to his waiting car, the cool of the gentle breeze blowing up beneath my skirt, it's fingers tickling me there, a permanent reminder of the way I was dressed and the whole way I looked. Opening the rear door he pushed me in, the seat belt with its unusual clasp, locking around me as I struggled with a tearful whimper full of rising terror, the clunk of the car door as sure as any cell gate imprisoning me. He got into the drivers seat, the locks thumping shut on the door as he hit his switches. "You're mine now Leanne, mine forever" his heinous laugh sending me over the top in a terror filled screaming madness as I struggled crazily in my bonds. I was unaware that this was only playing into his hands as neighbours curtains flicked and shaking heads sympathised, poor man and his poor wife. This was only the beginning as we drove off, with me the planned plaything for him and all his insane deviant friends, would I ever be able to escape and return to my lovely wife, what a fool I was to have submitted to a man like him. This is the last part in this series, I will write a second set telling my story in his control, if my followers want me to Love Leanne x