Wet Wednesday

Wet Wednesday

The urge became stronger, the need more uncomfortable, the holding back increasingly painful and still there had been no response from my Master to my message on my pink Sissy phone.

Even if I wanted to move and get to the loo I couldn't; For one thing I was on a call, a long boring call. For another my ankles were shackled and the chain between them secured to the ring bolt securely fastened to the floor under my desk.

The empty water bottle on the desk stared at me; accusing and tempting.

Perhaps I should explain...

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Tuesday evening I had just signed off from work when my Sissy phone pinged with a new message from Master P.

"Have you finished for the day slut?"

I quickly typed a response, "Yes Sir. 2 minutes ago Sir."

The dots showed that he was typing.

"Good. I want you dressed presentably and ready to receive a visitor in 1 hour. He will be doing some essential alterations. He will not need any payment as I have sorted that already. Make sure that he has everything he needs. Understand?"

I read the message through twice before replying.

"Yes Master, as you command Sir."

"Good. Don't disappoint me Christine."

There were no further messages.

I closed the lid of my work laptop as I was always concerned about spyware both corporate and malicious. My own computer had software that watched for applications that could remotely access my camera and microphone.

Obviously Sir had installed his own remote control software but I was aware of this and had agreed to it in our contract. Master's software was already whitelisted. Twice now the monitoring program had detected and removed malware that had crept in somehow.

I got up from the desk, closed the cover of my planner (you can take the gurl out of the 80s but you can never take the 80s out of the gurl) and hurried to my bedroom.

After kicking off my loafers, the plain white M&S work shirt was quickly unbuttoned and thrown in to the laundry basket. My black ladies slacks were hung back in the smallest of my three wardrobes leaving me in my firm, tight corselette and tan RHT nylons.

Sitting down at the dressing table I checked my light foundation. Another layer was added and fixed with fixing spray before I attended to my eyes. A simple brown eyeshadow first before adding lighter highlights and then applying a deep brown liner. While that was settling on I brushed out my hair from the boring semi-drab style and made it more feminine gambling that a wig would not be needed and that a cute pixie style parting would suit.

I curled and applied mascara to my lashes, then a subtle dusky blusher before a matching lipstick.

Finally a quick powder and a couple of finishing touches before Elnett fixed my hair into its femme style.

I regarded my self in the mirror.

I smiled as I remembered my childhood introduction into cosmetics. For years I had watched my mother do her makeup in front of her mirror with all manner of what seemed to me to be exotic and alluring powders and creams. Brushes, palettes, sponges, sprays and powders with enticing fragrances and colours.

She would explain what she was doing in response to my endless questions, not realising that I was not just being curious but I was becoming addicted.

Sometimes I would sit by her side on the wide padded stool and smile at her as she became increasingly beautiful. At other times I would be sat on the floor next to her nylon encased legs and rest my head against her warm thigh as she emerged, butterfly like from her early morning cocoon of sleep, a cigarette and a strong black coffee never too far away on the table in front of her.

Such delicious memories of an early life that had triggered so many desires and thoughts.

I shook myself from my reverie and stood up in my stockinged feet. I checked my stockings for wrinkles and runs and, finding none, smoothed out any imaginary creases. I ran my hands up my legs, made sure the top bands were level and high on my thighs before pulling the clasps up that tiny bit higher to make sure everything was taut and correct. I checked that the toe and heel reinforcements were properly settled before slipping my feet into some kitsch, white, feathered mules with a kitten heel.

Opening another wardrobe I ran my hands across the dresses hanging there; black, blue, maroon, pale yellow, gingham and dogtooth all flickered under my hands before I pulled out a simple pale blue tea dress. I hung it over the door and stepped back to consider it further. Nothing flashy and nothing too obviously retro.

Perfect I thought.

Taking a couple of tissues from the box on the dressing table I pulled the gusset of my sheer white panties aside and gave the end of the padlocked tether spout a wipe. As usual I had been leaking precum on and off all day often triggered by messages from my Master. The panties had a patch of dried precum as to be expected but I didn't imagine I needed to worry about it this evening given Master was away on business in France.

I opened the large antique armoire and pulled open the second drawer. From it I took out a pale cream full slip and shook it free before slipping it over my head and letting it slide and slither down me to settle in place.

I pulled the tea dress around me and buttoned it up at the front before tying the sheer matching scarf around my neck over the top of the titanium ownership necklace that my Master had fastened me permanently into.

Finally I put on a couple of antique rings, including one that belonged to my late mother, a jangly charm bracelet and a simple plain bangle watch. My nails were French manicured with white tips and a subtly pale almost clear pink main coat.

The watch showed that I had 10 minutes before my visitor arrived. Plenty of time to prepare a G&T.

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Bang on 7pm I heard the slamming of a van door and the crunch of boots on gravel.

I opened the front door just as the doorbell rang and I stepped aside as an overall covered, shortish, shaven headed man stepped onto the threshold.

"Evening love," he began, "I'm here to fit a few things inside."

"So I gather," I replied. "Please come in."

"Ta," he offered with a friendly grin as I closed the door behind him.

He dropped his work bag, looked down at his phone and swiped at it a few times.

"Right so... lightbulbs... motion sensor cameras... garage door... fixings in the office... fixings in the bathroom..." he paused and looked across at me with the widest of grins, "... an underbed eh?"

I blushed not sure of what 'fixings' and 'underbed' could be though I could hazard a few guesses.

He winked and looked down at his phone again as I glanced at the 'Handy Andy Fits Everything' logo on his overall.

He swiped a couple more times before looking up at me once more, "OK so everything should have all been delivered already. That right?"

I nodded, cheeks still reddened, "In the garage. Through there."

He turned in the direction of my pointing finger and, seeing the door into the garage, opened it and went in.

There in the garage next to my Mini were the three boxes that had arrived. One considerably longer than the others.

"Ok cool. I'll get cracking then," he grinned once more, "Milk and two please love"

"Oh.. yes.. of course... sorry!" I flustered my response.

Turning on my heels I left him attacking the tape on the boxes as I went to make him a cup of tea and myself a fresh G&T.

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As I was putting his tea on a tray besides a plate of biscuits, I heard and felt him step close behind me. He reached around me with one arm and, resting the other on my shoulder, took hold of a chocolate covered biscuit.

"Ooh posh, thanks," he breathed into my ear.

My damn locked clitty, of course, betrayed my restrained horny state as it leaked precum into my panties at his touch and close proximity. He smelled clean, wholesome and very yummy. His cheeky nature was a very attractive feature.

"I do like a bit of posh every now and then," he added salaciously.

He stepped back and regarded the kitchen.

"There I reckon," he said finally pointing to the corner by the back door, "I can run the cable down the back of the frame so you won't see it."

He stepped back into the garage and re-emerged quickly with my step ladders.

"You don't mind if I..." he asked as he held the ladder.

"No not at all. Feel free, please."

I manoeuvred around him and made my way back to the safety of the lounge leaving him to clatter in the kitchen.

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About two hours and two more cuppas later he walked into the lounge brushing a bit of dust from his legs.

"Right love, can I show you what I've done?"

I got up as he pointed out the first camera on the shelf by the chimney.

"That one you saw me fit," he began, "an' the one in the kitchen. There's a similar one in the corner of your dining room."

I nodded before he continued, "There's one in the garage plus a sensor and an opener on the garage door. You already had a roller door so that was an easy job."

With a cheeky grin he handed me a small remote, "That one's for you. The other I have to post to 'The Boss'."

He turned and walked into the hallway, "Let me show you upstairs."

I hastily got up to follow him.

"You've got one there," he pointed up to the highest corner of the stairs, "That was a right bugger as its on a power feed from your loft. That angle covers both the hall an' stairs"

He clomped upstairs and I followed wondering how many more there would be.

"They're all 4K, they've all got mics, motion 'n smoke sensors an' all patched into your network and your Amazon devices," he casually said over his shoulder at me as if fitting multiple cameras all over the house was a common request.

He stepped into the bathroom and opened the door as wide as it would go.

"Right now you've got yer ringbolts there..." he grinned as he pointed at the tiled wall in the shower, "... there and there..." two more ringbolts in the tiled floor either side of the toilet, "... and there." he finished pointing at the ringbolt above the toilet.

"Yer bath handles were strong enough so I've left them. 'Scuse me," he added as he turned me around by my waist giving it a squeeze as he did so. He held me close and gently manhandled me into the spare bedroom.

"Another Alexa and camera on the bedside in 'ere."

It was overwhelming now.

"And in the office you've got your ringbolt floor plate an' one on the underside of the desk. Only a small slit in the carpet for that one," he added, "I've sealed and taped the carpet around it for you love."

I found myself mumbling thanks though I had no idea why!

"Finally in 'ere we've got the peace da resistance."

Totally oblivious to the terrible butchering of the phrase, I stood in shock in the doorway of the main bedroom.

Under the bed was a cage. Its sides were bolted to the bed legs with secure coach bolts; the kind of bolts that had a rounded head and a nut that sheared off at a given torque. Once tightened they were never coming out.

Ever.

He stepped past my shocked and unmoving stance.

"Door is at the foot of the bed," he indicated with a toe, "an' its controller box is there."

He pointed to the black steel box on the bed leg.

"That controls the solenoid locks there, there, there an' there."

He pointed them out as he bent and peered underneath but I was lost by this point.

Solenoid? Locks?

I knew what they were but they were attached to a cage. Under my bloody bed!

Not for the last time I swallowed a nervous laugh.

"There's already an' Alexa in 'ere so now you've got ringbolts on the headboard, footboard 'an of course the last two cameras there an' there. All done for you love."

He finished his explanation with a flourish as he pointed out the cameras in two opposite corners of the bedroom.

He walked over and sat on the bed. He patted the bed and I meekly walked over and sat down next to him.

He put one arm around my shoulder.

"Now I can tell you're a bit shocked. Don't worry love. I've done a few of these now an' I have to say I am pleased with this un," he tapped the cage under the bed with his foot.

"First time I've ever done one with so many locks, " he chuckled, "You are going to have a lot of fun with those I bet."

He ran his hand up my leg and through my shock I could feel my self responding to his gentle caresses.

"Last job of the day today, " he said quietly, "After this I'm headed home for a drink and bed..."

He left the last phrase hanging there as his hand gently explored underneath my dress finding the clips and tight elastic of the girdle straps.

I felt him lean in to me and kiss my neck and ear. If he didn't know what that did to me, he soon would as I closed my eyes and sighed.

He nibbled the stud in my ear as his hand began exploring my panties.

"Someone's excited," he murmured finding the damp, sticky precum on the sheer nylon, "mm nice," he breathed lustily.

"Someone's cage must be feeling very, very, tight right now," he added as he teased my caged, straining pathetic sissy cock.

God I wanted him even though we had only just met.

This was some kind of a 70s porn movie plot; workman beds 'lady' of the house with little persuading.

I turned to kiss him and began caressing the obvious bulge in his overalls with both hands. He pushed his crotch onto my hands and I fiddled with his zip trying to get a hand inside.

"Mm hm,"I nodded as I devoured his lips hungrily.

He stood up and unfastened his overalls, letting the front panel drop and revealing his hard, straining cock tenting the front of his boxers.

"Shuffle up to the top of the bed love," he said as he pulled a pair of leather cuffs out from one pocket before stripping off his tee shirt.

In the time it took me to arrange myself on the pillows he had stripped off completely, his delicious rampant cock standing proud, red and very, very hard.

He threw himself onto the bed on top of me and pulled my arms together above my head. As he kissed me hard I felt him buckle the cuffs around my wrists before he clipped them onto the ringbolt.

He moved back down my body running his hands over me, up under my dress, along my legs before he reached my feet. I pulled at the cuffs in vain loving the restriction whilst aching to get to his cock with my hands and mouth.

Jesus. I was turning into a very horny slut. if this is what chastity and non-work time dressing does to me, what the hell would full time dressing do I wondered?

He started kissing my toes peeping through the end of my mules.

"So sexy," I heard him breath as he kissed my toes and shoes.

He was slowly wanking his cock as he breathed in the scent of my shoes.

I pulled at my cuffs again and squirmed as he paid delicious attention to my nylon encased toes.

Pulling off first one shoe then the other he started sucking the nylon. He took it gently in his teeth and pulled it slightly away from the toes. He then tongued the nylon and ran it over his lips as he moaned and breathed with lust.

I was aching for him to bend me over and fill me. I wanted him so badly!

He shuffled further up the bed and watching my face closely, he slowly pushed my dress and slip up my thighs until my legs were fully revealed and he could clearly see my locked clitty behind the sheer, damp nylon of my panties.

"Oh yes," he gasped as he stared at my stockings, tight suspender straps, wet panties and my handcuffed hands.

He let go of his cock as I closed my toes around it and started wanking him with my feet.

God I loved giving nylon foot jobs. That feeling of running my stockinged feet across the hot, urgent head of a hard cock aching to cum. Heavenly!

I moved one foot under his balls and ran it up into his crack to tease him.

He closed his eyes and moaned again as he felt one nyloned toe caress his balls and crack and the other swirl around the top of his cock, soaking up the precum as it oozed out. My clitty was oozing too but without being touched as I revelled in the delights of making someone squirm and moan.

He started pinching his own nipples with one hand and rubbing my legs with the other as I rubbed a nyloned foot up and down his cock. Easing my toes up and around his shaft and rubbing the head with the nylon sole.

I brought my other foot up to join the other and I ran both my soles up, down and around his hard cock. He opened his eyes and looked down at my feet before he clamped his hands around them and started fucking my feet hard.

He was getting faster and more urgent, his moans and cries becoming faster.

"Oh yes. Fuck. That's it. That's it."

With a final deep groan he screwed his eyes shut hard as he splattered his hot cum all over my feet, toes, and legs. He shot loads of creamy cum over me and the bedspread, some flying up and landing on my bunched up slip so hard did he cum.

I wished I could cum as much and as hard as that. It was incredible and so satisfying to watch.

He let out a loud laugh of release as the tension of orgasm eased away.

"Fuckin' ell love that was fantastic," he said as he flopped onto his back. His cock was still hard but starting to relax.

"Phew... I needed that!"

"Nice?" I asked from my locked position as I rubbed my cummy feet together and over my calves and shins, enjoying the combined feel of cum and nylon on my legs.

"Just a bit," he shuddered in a post cum shiver.

He flipped himself over and ran a hand up my thigh as he looked at me. He rested his head on my leg and closed his eyes for a second or two and then sighed.

"Shame," I thought I heard him whisper to himself almost silently.

He sat up quickly, "Right. Must get on home. Let's get you out of these first."

He reached up and I felt him unfasten the cuffs as his nice, taut chest pressed into my face. He smelt of sex, shower gel and honest, hard work.

'Shame indeed...' I mused to myself, "that he has to unlock these cuffs'.

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Not long after I had bid Andy a fond farewell with a kiss at the front door, I heard Master P's voice from the Alexa in the kitchen.

"I gather he was satisfied sissy."

"Master?" I called turning around shocked and embarrassed.

"When I said you should give him everything he needed I meant refreshments and help. Then again what can I expect from a cum hungry slut like you. Get on your knees now!"

I dropped to my knees and bowed my head alarmed by the harsh tone of his command.

"Yes Sissy, the devices have been active for quite some time and I have been able to watch and hear you both on camera."

I swallowed a sob.

"You will be punished for letting yourself be taken like that without my explicit permission."

I replied quietly, "Yes Master. Sorry Sir".

"Sorry?" he barked, "Sorry? Sorry that he fucked feet that belong to me or sorry that I found out?"

"Sorry that he fucked my feet Master," I replied quietly and anxiously.

"So you fucking should be. Those are my feet. I own them as I own you. If I want you to take someone's cum over your feet and stockings I will tell you. Do you understand Sissy?"

I nodded quickly, "Yes Master. I am so sorry Master."

"You will be. Now strip to your underwear, get upstairs and get under the bed into your cage. Don't bother changing. You can sleep with his cum all over you tonight."

I stood up and quickly pulled off my dress and slip. I kicked off my heels and rushed upstairs in my cum covered stockings and corselette.

At the foot of the bed, I knelt down and opened the door of the cage. With a sinking feeling I crawled into the small space and pulled the door after me.

I heard the solenoid click as the door was locked.

"I'll let you out in the morning slut."

With that the lights were turned off with a click and I was left alone, in the dark, curled up in my cage under the bed.

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The alarm went off at 6.30am and I banged my head as I wearily raised it (not for the first time either).

"Morning Sissy. Up you get."

With a click the solenoid pulled back and I was able to open the cage door.

"In case you are wondering Sissy, the locks open in case of fire or smoke and in the event of a power cut."

"Thank you Master," I replied.

That had been going through my mind the previous night of fitful, restless sleep.

"In your bedside drawer you will find a steel lock box. Fetch it please."

I walked over to the cabinet and there, in the drawer was a hardened steel lockbox such as you would find on the wall of an Air BnB. It was unlocked.

Inside were several padlocks and keys. Each key had a different coloured plastic keyring. Each lock had a matching coloured band painted around the body of the lock.

"I'm sure even you can fathom out this one Sissy,", said Master in a dry. mocking voice.

"Yes Master," I replied.

"Get those cum stained stockings off, get yourself cleaned up and get ready for work slut. I want to see you dressed and at your desk for 8.30 after you have tidied your lounge, put your laundry on and hoovered. No breakfast but you can have a black coffee. Take the lock box and a bottle of water with you to your desk."

"Yes Master. Thank you Sir," came my sorry, hungry reply.

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By 8.25 I was sat at my desk.

I was wearing my customary crisp cotton white shirt and black slacks. Both were ladieswear from M&S and both were almost indistinguishable from menswear unless you could spot the subtle clues.

Underneath I had on a clean camisole, a white longline bra and a high waisted girdle with 8 straps attached to grey seamed nylon stockings. My hair was styled into an androgynous parting and my foundation barely there.

On my desk to the side of the monitor was the lock box and a bottle of water.

"Open your desk drawer Sissy and you will find two pairs of shackles and chains."

I opened the drawer in there, sat on some paperwork, were the steel shackles.

"Run the chain through the ring bolt in the floor and then lock your ankles with two of the padlocks slut"

I locked my left ankle with the red key then ran the chain through the large ring and to the right ankle with the green key.

"Yes Master," I stated once I was locked.

"Now put the keys in the lock box and close the lid."

As I closed the lid there was a beep and whir as the lock box locked and the LED on the front blinked twice.

"If you need to go to the toilet, send me a message. If I can and if I want to I may give you permission. I will be in meetings all day much like yourself so don't expect a prompt reply."

There was a pause.

"I'll talk to you later Sissy. Have a good day."