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.