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In My Place

By: LauraJayne



I looked disbelievingly at the clothing on the bed before me. They were all mine; all of them. How did she know? How did she find them? I just could not believe what was happening to me. I could not do this. It was not what I had ever wanted, despite what she appeared to think. And him.......

I had a pretty easy job as an insurance agent. I visited people in their homes, went through their policies with them and explained the ins and outs of what they had. I never had to sell a thing. I had a brief and magnificently unsuccessful career in sales when my talent for explaining was spotted. It was decided that I would be of more use as an agent and leave the selling to more capable people. This suited me just fine. I had a steady if unexciting salary and loads of free time. I used that free time to amuse myself with a little hobby of mine.

Ok. I am a transvestite. I love to dress up in women's clothing. It is partly sexual, partly relaxing, partly an escape....Christ! I don't know why I do it. I just do.

It was a constant worry that my wife would discover me but I was oh so very careful. I hid my growing stash of feminine clothing in a locked box in the furthest corner of our unconverted attic. It was hidden beneath three layers of insulation and I knew that it was as safe as possible there. Furthermore, I always made sure that my diary showed lots of appointments for the time I would be amusing myself. I knew she checked my diary for me so I covered my tracks well. As she had a full time job in a hotel, I knew there was almost no risk of her ever walking in on me.

It was heaven. Bliss. Utopia.

At least it always had been. I came home as usual on a Wednesday afternoon. Parking the car in the garage, I let myself into the house and bounded up the stairs. I opened the utility cupboard and took out the ladder, moving it under the attic hatch. I fumbled for the torch I kept hidden up there and couldn't find it. I thought that was a bit odd but then my fingertips brushed the familiar hard plastic. Thinking I must have knocked it out of position after my last escapade, I shrugged it off and felt the mounting anticipation of what I was about to indulge myself with. I approached the corner, lifted back the insulation and uncovered my treasure chest. Trembling slightly, I used the key from my key ring and opened the box. I froze.

My box was completely empty. There wasn't a single item of clothing in sight. A tiny scrap of paper caught my eye. Shaking badly, I opened it out and read it.

COME DOWNSTAIRS SISSY

Love

Sarah

Jesus! My heart pounded madly in my chest and I sat back, furiously thinking of what I could say.

"Come on, Sweetcheeks." My wife's voice was mocking, amused.

I scrambled down the ladder to see her standing in the bedroom doorway in her dressing gown.

"I was..I was... keeping them for a friend." I stammered. My confidence in the lie grew. "I was supposed to be returning them today. Where are they?"

She threw her head back and laughed, her long black hair spilling down her back.

"A friend?" she finally gasped between her chuckles. "And does this friend look a lot like you?"

I was puzzled at this but decided to brazen it out. I demanded to know just what the hell she was talking about. Smiling, she dipped her hand into her pocket and took out a stack of photos. She threw them at me.

I knelt on the floor and looked down at the stack of pictures. They were all of me! In a lot of different outfits including, I saw, the one I had chosen the day before. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. I simply knelt there looking dumbly at the floor. I couldn't bear to look her in the eye.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice hard. "I said look at me." With that I felt her hand grab my hair and pull my head upwards. "You want to be a sissy? Then you can be MY sissy."

With that she threw back her dressing gown and I could hardly believe what I saw. My wife, my pretty, demure and gentle wife was stood before me wearing the skimpiest black basque I ever saw. She was wearing black stockings, a tiny thong and a pair of really high stiletto shoes. They must have been at least 5 inches in height. I gaped at her in shock. She reached out and took my by the arm. "Come in here sissy. There's someone I want you to meet."

I let her lead me into the room and stopped dead in my tracks. There stood at the foot of our bed was an enormous, muscle-bound guy. I had no idea who he was but it was obvious that my wife did. He was stark naked. She walked up to him and put one arm around his waist and allowed her other hand to caress his impressive cock. She smiled at me in a way I have never seen before.

"This is Joe," she purred. "Joe is going to be joining us here for a while. Say hello Joe."

Joe grinned at me and waved his hand as he said hi.

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded. "Who the fuck is Joe?"

I had barely got the words out when Joe strode towards me and lifted me right off the ground.

"Don't you ever, ever talk like that again Sissy boy." He snarled. "You don't ask questions here. You do what you are told and you don't get hurt. Got it?"

I dumbly nodded at him, aware that my feet were a good three inches off the floor.

With a sneer he dropped me and walked back to my wife. I noticed that her hand immediately reached for his semi-erect cock. She stroked it, licking her lips and looking right at me.

"Well, sissy," she smiled. "What are you waiting for? Go get dressed. I mean, that's what you came home for, isn't it?" I started to reply when Joe pointed at me in a menacing way. "Your clothes have all been laid out for you in the next room. Oh, and by the way, there are a couple of extra items for you too. Use them."

Joe then lifted my wife onto the bed and lowered his head between her legs. "Take your time," he grinned at me before proceeding to eat her wet pussy. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

I stood there, powerless, watching as this man fellated my wife. Shaking, trance-like, I left and went into the spare room. Closing the door behind me I looked at what had been laid out on the bed. My heart lurched once more. My shortest black mini skirt, hold up stockings, my highest heeled black knee length boots, a thong and my lacy, see-through top. My God! They really were going to put me through it. There was to be nothing even remotely demure here. I noticed a full black bra sitting amongst my clothing. On closer inspection I discovered some foam breast forms sitting snugly inside the cups. Looking around the room I noticed a whole make up set on the dresser but what really caught my eye was the long, luscious brunette wig on the night stand. Still shaking wildly, I began to think. It wasn't too late, I thought, I could simply leave. Mt wife seemed to have read my thoughts through the wall that separated us.

"Don't even think about leaving," she called in between her soft moans. "I still have the pictures. I wonder what everyone would think when they see them."

She left the threat in the air for me to consider. With a sickening resignation, I knew that she would do it. I began to undress. The familiar thrill of putting on the clothing was not there. Instead there was just the growing dread of not only being seen like this but being seen by a total stranger. A total stranger who was eating out my wife!

I sat at the dresser and forced myself to calm. I applied the make up the best I could. Tarty, sure, over the top, definitely, but it would have to do. I put on the bra and the thong -- some of the feeling was beginning to creep in along with something else. A strange kind of excitement began to grow in me. I finished dressing and carefully placed the wig on my head. Turning to the full length mirror I gaped at my reflection. OK. I still looked like a man in drag but I saw that I looked much better than I usually did. The wig made such a huge difference. With a final glance and an almost resigned shrug, I slowly made my way into the other room.

I stood in the doorway, watching as this stranger buried his head between my wife's thighs. She was gasping loudly, even louder when she saw me standing there. She pushed gently on Joe's shoulders and they both lay there, staring at me. It was my wife who broke the silence.

"Wow! You look good. Don't you think she looks good Joe?" He nodded. She pushed Joe away from her and stood up. He simply sat on the bed, a weird look in his eyes.

My wife circled me, running her soft hand on my ass as she passed.

"Well, you sure look like a slut now. I wonder if you could be one for real. I wonder if you have what it takes. What do you think honey?"

I didn't know what to say to her. What did she want me to say? What the hell did she want?

"Tell you what," she purred. "Let's find out. A good slut just loves to suck cock. And lookee here. We got one just for you. Tell you what slut; you can start by giving Joe a good old blow. How about that?"

I was shocked, stunned and horrified at what my wife was suggesting to me. "I can't..." I stammered. "I won't. Please...."

She threw back her head and laughed. "Of course you can. All girls have got it in them. It's just a question of bringing it out."

With that she took me by the hand and led me to the bed. She pushed on my shoulders until I knelt on the floor, Joe's hard cock just inches from my face. I did not want this. I felt sick at the thought of it but I knew I had no real choice. I felt her hand push the back of my head towards Joe's cock. Slowly I opened my mouth and allowed the head to pass my lips.

I cannot describe the experience. I cannot find the words. I expected hardness, rigidity, but it was not like that. It was soft, almost spongy. As the smooth, silken head passed my lips I recoiled slightly but it pressed on, my lips forming a soft ring around it. The shaft of his cock began to glide past my lips. It felt slightly rough after the smooth head. I could feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock pulsing against my bottom lip. There was till softness to it but after applying just a little pressure with my open mouth I felt the hardness, the raw power at its core. There was a taste that I cannot describe. It was slightly salty, slightly sweet with muskiness to it. It is one of those tastes that is so elusive, hard to put into words but definitely there.

I could feel the head close to the back of my mouth, about three inches of the hard-soft shaft inside me. He stopped, held it there, looking down at me. I registered a flash in the corner of my eye, tried to turn my head to look but he held me there. After a minute or so of holding me, he began to slowly, oh so slowly, withdraw. With the softest of sounds, he fully withdrew and a realization hit me hard. I wanted him back in my mouth. I wanted to explore the texture, the taste, the hardness and the softness of him. I wanted his cock in my mouth.

What did that mean? What did that say about me? I didn't care. I craned my neck forward to reach for him, my lips just brushing the open slit as he pulled away.

"Oh! She likes this!" Joe laughed. My wife giggled.

She slowly moved to my side, on her knees, her face inches from mine. I looked at her, pleading. She smiled and nodded, reached out for Joe's hard cock and pulled it to her own mouth. I watched as my wife ran her tongue over the shiny end, along the underside of the shaft. I watched as my wife took another man's cock into her mouth and I realized I was jealous. But I was not jealous because my wife was doing this with another man. Oh no! I was jealous because I wasn't the one doing it.

What does THAT say about me?

The disappointment must have been so clear on my face because they both stopped what they were doing and laughed at me.

"Feed her, Joe." My wife laughed. "Feed the little slut."

Joe, once again, moved his cock to me. Without hesitation, I hungrily took him back in my mouth. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. I used my tongue to explore all of him. I ran it gently over the slit, over the bulbous head, under the lip of the foreskin, finding a hard little ridge where skin became head. He gasped at that and I felt a sudden rush of power. There I was, on my knees, being fed a strangers cock but I felt the power in me. His gasp was one of pleasure, of surprise and it was my mouth that had caused this. 

I kept on exploring him, letting his glide from my mouth only to encase the glistening head once more in my willing mouth. Suddenly, there was a change in the taste. A saltiness, a stickiness that was not there before. I rolled this new taste on my tongue, savoring it, enjoying the new experience. I knew exactly what it was. It was pre-cum. I had aroused this man so much that he was getting close. He pulled away and I could not stop the moan of disappointment escaping.

They laughed again and I watched as a glistening string of his gorgeous pre-cum stretched from his cock to my lips. God! Was this real? Were the feelings I was experiencing real?

"Thanks for getting him ready for me." My wife smiled, interrupting my reverie. She lifted a stilettoed foot, placing it on my shoulder, and pushed. I was already off balance and landed in a heap at the foot of the bed.

"Get up, slut," snarled my wife. "Go stand in the corner until you are wanted. Face the wall."

I did as I was told, picking myself from the floor and moving to the corner of the room. I kept my back turned as I heard the noise of the bedsprings once, twice. I heard a slight slurping, sucking sound and a soft moan from my wife.

"You can turn around now, slut." My wife gasped. "Watch how a man pleases his woman."

I turned, slowly, to see Joe laying on his back, on the bed, my wife straddling him, facing me, his cock buried deep in her. I could actually see how wet she was as his glistening shaft impaled her. With a sly smile she began to move, rising slowly, falling slowly. I watched his cock, his gorgeous cock, slowly disappearing in her, slowly emerging, moist, gleaming, and powerful. My wife closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned, long and low. Joe thrusted up to her, burying himself in her. She gasped, she moaned, she cried out as he thrusted and thrusted into her, quickening the pace. I watched her bounce up and down, watched her tits jiggle and swing with each thrust. I watched his cock piston into her, a blur of delicious speed. She screamed, she panted. He pushed. She pushed back. They writhed and moved and then with a cry, he exploded into her and she screamed louder than ever. I watched as his lower body jerked, pulsed almost, for what seemed like forever. I watched her gleaming slit open around him. I watched as a single bead of his hot white cum slowly fell from her lips, down his shaft, watched the trail of his spunk as it left my willingly violated wife and oozed down the cock that had so recently been in my mouth. But still he pulsed. Still he jerked. Then all was still. 

Slowly, my wife sank back onto him. He lay on his back; she lay on her back on top of him, still impaled on his cock. My mouth was dry. I could barely breathe as I watched. The trail of his spunk continued to leak from her, pooling on his balls. I could not tear my eyes from it.

"Clean up time." I heard my wife talking as if from far away. I jumped as something hit me. A sock. My wife had thrown it at me and was looking at me impatiently.

"I said clean up time, slut." I looked at her, puzzled. She sighed, clearly irritated.

"Get over here, stupid."

On trembling legs, I approached the bed, standing beside my wife, looking down at her. Joe just grinned at me from beneath her.

"God! You are stupid, aren't you?" My wife snarled. "I said clean up time. Do I have to spell it out to you?"

Again, I looked at her, puzzled. What on Earth was she talking about? After what I had just watched she wanted me to go do housework? What was she doing?

"Oh! For fucks sake. Listen carefully, stupid. I have just been fucked. Joe has just fucked me. He has come inside me. He has filled me with spunk. My pussy is full of his spunk. Are you with me so far?"

Despite the situation, I nodded dumbly, still not understanding her.

"Well, asshole, if I stand up from here, all that spunk is going to go all over the bed and all over Joe. We don't want that. We need it cleaned up. Now do you understand?"

At that, Joe snorted with laughter. My wife struggled to keep a straight face but looked me right in the eye. I couldn't quite figure out the expression on her face. I nodded and turned to leave.

"Where are you going now?" She sighed.

I told her that I was going to fetch a towel. Joe sniggered again from under my wife, his laughter shaking her body and I watched another bead of his spunk form on her pussy lips.

"How stupid are you? I don't want a towel." She spoke slowly, the way you would speak to a naughty child. "I want you to clean us up. You. Not a towel. You. Oh for fuck's sake. I want you to put your head between my legs, use your tongue and your mouth to lick up, suck up and eat all the cum from my pussy. Could I possibly make it any clearer for you?"

I stared at her in shock. Could she really be asking me to do this? How could she do this? How could she imagine that I would do something as horrible? The something registered with me. The look on her face that I could not figure out. As I stared at her, as Joe sniggered, she mouthed a single word to me. The pleading on her face clear to me.

Please.

I moved to the foot of the bed. I looked down at them. He was still hard. He was still inside her. She was so open, so wet. His spunk, her juices, coating her lips, his shaft. I sank to my knees, unable to look away from them. I slowly leaned forward. The smell of their sex overwhelmed me. Tentatively, timidly, I poked out my tongue. I caught a slowly trailing bead of his spunk on the tip of my tongue. I let it pool there for a moment then slowly licked up his shaft. My tongue came to rest on my wife's clit. She moaned, he moaned and that feeling of power returned. I pulled my tongue back, allowing his spunk into my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth, sampling the taste. It wasn't as bad as I had expected. It was yet another taste that I can't describe.

In one quick movement, I pulled his cock from my wife and replaced it with my mouth. My God! I felt like drowning. There was so much of the stuff. I greedily and hurriedly lapped away at my wife's pussy, drawing his spunk into my mouth. I felt it smeared over my cheeks. I felt it dribble down my chin but still I kept on lapping away. My wife ground her pussy into me. Every drop. Every last drop of his spunk was coming to me. I swallowed and swallowed and then my wife orgasmed, pushing so much out at once that I could not swallow fast enough. I came up for air and they looked down and laughed at me. My wife held up a hand mirror so I could see. I was covered in his stuff. As I looked a large dollop fell from my nose. My lips, my cheeks, everything was smeared in his spunk. As they watched I used a finger to gather it from my cheek and then teasingly put my finger to my mouth. They lay transfixed as I licked the spunk from my finger.

I reached down, took hold of Joe's hard cock and took it in my mouth. Furiously, I bobbed my head up and down on him, licking, sucking at him. I felt him stiffen, I heard him gasp. And then he jerked some more. For me this time. All for me. He came into my mouth, great fast jets of hot cum all for me. I swallowed all that he gave me and kept on sucking, bobbing and licking until he cried out for me to stop. I stopped. I felt so powerful. MY man had fed me. My man had filled me with his hot spunk. My woman had fed me too. And it was all mine.

We all collapsed then, my head still between their thighs. I don't know how long we stayed like that but I awoke, still in that position. I thought hard about what had happened and came to realize that, yes, this was my place. This is what I wanted and who I wanted to be.

In My Place Ch. 02



****There is not much sex in this chapter. Sorry about that folks! This is more of a 'setting the scene' chapter. Thank you for your patience ****

I lay in my new bed for what seemed like hours. It probably was. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what had happened. It was all so huge that it stretched credibility almost to breaking point. My worst fear had come true -- I had been discovered -- but the outcome was so far outside my expectations. I had been discovered then used and humiliated. I had another man, a stranger's, cock in my mouth and had swallowed it all willingly. And I had done so in front of my wife. And I had done so wearing women's clothing. I could not believe what had happened but I could still feel the evidence.

I had gone to bed that evening wearing a flimsy, almost transparent long nightdress, slit high on either side. My wife had presented it to me and told me that it was my new pajamas. Joe had simply chuckled.

"Goodnight," my wife had yelled at me. "Time for bed now. Go on! GO!!!"

Her anger had puzzled me. Hadn't we just broken so many taboos together? Had we not fulfilled some secret, dark desires together? It made no difference and I slunk off to my new bedroom. I took off my slutty clothing and put on the nightdress. Lifting back the covers, I climbed into bed.

It wasn't long before the sounds drifted in from what used to be the marital bed. Sounds of sex. My wife and Joe were continuing our earlier adventures but this time without my participation. I hated that. I hated it so much but it was strangely arousing. In fact, it was strangely incredibly arousing. I was growing hard, the filmy material of the nightdress softly caressing my stiffening cock. I was imagining what they were doing, punctuated by the sounds of their lovemaking. I was imagining what it must feel like to have Joe's gorgeous cock thrusting into.......My God! What was happening to me? Who was I becoming?

The shock of the thoughts did not stop me from moving my hand back and forth in time with the sounds I could hear. Faster and faster went my hand until, in almost perfect time with the couple in the other room, I came.

After cleaning myself up, I lay back and listened. A door opening, a light, soft footsteps, the bathroom light. Silence, flushing, footsteps. The footsteps stopping outside my door for a moment then, without a word, they went away. I heard a door close, the faraway sound of bedsprings and then quiet. I drifted off to sleep, still thinking about what Joe had made me do. Ok, let's be honest, at what Joe had helped me to do.

My door burst open. My wife, my naked wife, looked down at me.

"Come on." She ordered, brusquely. "Time for breakfast. Move it."

I clambered out of bed and reached for my pants.

"Don't be so stupid. Leave your nightdress on. It's cute."

So it continues, I thought, but she did say I looked cute. There was a small glow of pride in that. I headed for the door.

"Oh no." said my wife, mockingly. "You need your shoes on. You can't go traipsing around in your bare feet, can you?"

I looked at the knee length boots I had worn the night before. Could she really want me to put them on? I guess she realised what I was thinking and she laughed again. She had developed such a throaty, sexy laugh in the last 24 hours. 

"No, silly. Your other shoes. They are in the bottom drawer there."

With that, she left me to it. I opened the drawer she had indicated and could not believe what I saw there. Lots and lots of shoes, High heels, kitten heels, suede shoes, patent leather shoes all in the drawer and all in my size. I selected the lowest heeled pair, black suede with a cute kitten heel. They were a perfect fit and quite easy to walk in. Curious, I opened the draw above. This one was filled with lots of panties, either black or white and most with a thong back. The one above was filled with all manner of lingerie but before I could explore further, the shout cam from below.

"Hey! Get a move on, We are waiting here."

I hurriedly closed the drawers and made my way down the stairs. There was my wife and Joe, sitting side by side at the breakfast table. I understood that it was I who was to provide the breakfast. I asked them what they would like and set to it.

While they ate I stood at the table, not speaking and not being spoken too. Occasionally, Joe would rub my thigh, pat my ass and, just once, run his hand over my cock. The immediate result of that move was an erection. This, of course, brought fresh fits of laughter.

They left me to clean up the breakfast things while they went off to get ready for the day. When they came back, surprisingly, Joe was wearing a sharp suit and looked every inch the professional businessman. I don't know why but I had sort of assumed he was more the manual labour type.

"Joe has to go now, Laura." God, she even knew the name I used. "I think you should say goodbye."

I walked to Joe and held out my hand to shake his. This brought more laughter and my wife said that girlfriends don't do it like that. Suddenly, Joe put his arms around my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me deep and hard. I felt his tongue working its way into my mouth and I welcomed it. I know it is a cliché but I actually felt my knees weaken in his kiss. When he released me I was completely breathless. The intimacy of the kiss had all but knocked me out. I was revived somewhat at the laughter and the pointing finger of my wife. Yes, I was hard again.

Then Joe was gone. My wife turned to me and gave me such a genuine, warm smile.

"Oh, thank you so much, Laura. That was so much more than I could have expected of you. You did so incredibly well I am proud of my little girl."

I blushed. I suspect now that it was a blush tinged with a mixture of humiliation and pride.

"But we have some work to do." My wife went on. "You look ok but you don't look great. You got hairy legs, for a start and your eyebrows are way too big. We can fix that easily enough though. Go upstairs and run the bath. Put some of that red bath cream in that you got for me. I'll be up in a minute or two."

I did as she told me to do -- what else is new -- and filled the bath. The red bath cream smelled exquisite. It had a sort of oriental spice perfume with just a hint of muskiness to it. It always turned me on when she had that smell on her. I waited for her.

When she arrived she smiled at me and told me that the bath was for me. I got in, loving the aroma and the feel of the bubbles. She handed me a hard sponge and told me to scrub myself all over. She then instructed me to stand up before squirting shave gel over my legs. She proceeded to shave my legs, my ass, my back, my arms and my chest. It was slow but it was so pleasurable that -- you guessed it -- I was hard again.

"That thing is such a nuisance. I am going to have to do something about it."

She then left the room and I was, at that moment, terrified. What was she going to do about my cock? Given what had been happening, I was frightened in case she was planning on taking the transformation into a more, shall we say surgical area.

She came back carrying nothing more sinister than a stool. I breathed a sigh of relief which quickly became a gasp of surprise when she sat on the stool, leaned forward and took my hard cock into her mouth. Sarah has always been so good at blowjobs, if a little reluctant to do it, and this time was better than ever. I don't know if it was what had already happened. I don't know if it was the new experience of feeling the cool air on my smooth, hair-free skin or whether she had simply got even better, but she had me coming in no time at all. I felt myself explode into her mouth. She stood up then, motioned for me to lie down in the bath and the leaned over me, as if to kiss. I opened my mouth ready for her kiss, only to feel my semen glide from her open mouth and into mine. I had no problem with it at all and hungrily swallowed every drop.

"Get used to it, Laura." My wife smiled at me. "You have to eat it all up every time you come now. When you fuck, when you are sucked, even when you wank. Every time from now on."

"That's fine by me...Mistress." I replied, a little coyly. She laughed and once again commented on how good I was.

Without further ado, she completed the task and ordered me out of the bath. She then gave me a sort of powder puff thing and told me to dry off then douse myself with it. I did as I was told before moving to my bedroom, at her bidding. Once there, I sat on the chair in front of the dresser while she opened the small bag she had brought.

"Now then, let's see to those eyebrows, shall we?"

I panicked. Everything else that had been done so far was fine. It was all invisible to everyone when I had clothes on, but my eyebrows were right there on my face.

"Shush. Be a good girl. You really don't have a choice here so why don't you behave?"

I looked at her, quizzically, and she said one simple word that stopped me in my tracks. Photographs.

I sat there, close to tears, as she plucked away at my eyebrows. She was finally satisfied with her work and invited me to turn to the mirror. I was very pleasantly surprised. My eyebrows were clearly thinner and had more of an arch to them but were nowhere near as severe as I had expected. Sarah smiled at me again and spoke softly.

"Trust me."

I won't bore you with the details of the next few minutes. Suffice to say, Sarah chose clothing from my well stocked bedroom. She somehow managed to get me into a corset and practically broke a couple of ribs getting it tight. She had me sit while she put make-up on me. She pinned the wig in place and stood back. She bade me come to her bedroom -- how quickly it stopped being our bedroom -- and had me stand in front of the full length mirror. It was unbelievable. I looked great. I mean to say, I was still a man in drag but a pretty damn fine looking one. I loved what the corset did to my figure. I had such a comparatively tiny waist and took on a very feminine shape. It was my face that really did it though. The make-up had been masterfully applied. It looked so natural, not at all over the top. She had blended things to hide my more masculine features. My eyes were the most startling. They looked huge! I almost cried at how good I looked.

The clothing, too, had been a surprise. I was wearing a pair of khaki, ¾ length trousers, a pair of burgundy, beaded toe post sandals, a sort of willowy, white, lacy gypsy top. The whole thing was complimented by a beaded wood bracelet and a really beautiful, translucent, heart shaped pendant. I looked like an ever so slightly masculine, casual woman. And I loved it. I always tended to dress like a tart, all stockings and mini skirts and stupid shoes. But this was real dressing. This is what women really looked like. WOW!!

"Thank you, Sarah." I breathed.

She grinned again, obviously proud of her creation and told me to follow her. When we got downstairs, she handed me one of her handbags, telling me that it was now mine and was full of all the things a girl needs -- hairbrush, make up, a purse etc. etc.

I was a little puzzled as to why I needed a handbag but I let it go. Sarah told me to make her a cup of coffee and join her in the conservatory. I was a little worried about being seen through the glass but I was on such a high at how I looked that it didn't really matter that much. I made two coffees and went to sit with my wife.

We chatted for a while and it was heaven. It was like two girls getting together as friends and I loved it. It all felt so natural to me, the long hair, although I knew it was a wig, lay so comfortably against my cheek. There was a moment when my wife smiled beautifully at me and commented at how I was delicately brushing my 'hair' behind my ears with my fingertips. This was, according to Sarah, so very girly. The clothes felt so soft and pleasant, like I was born to wear such items. Yes. It was pure heaven. But then it was time to get down to business. Sarah held up a piece of paper.

"Look. You have been pretty much forced into all of this, although I have to say you didn't have to be forced too hard." Sarah chuckled. "I don't want you to go down this road if you don't really, really want to. I am giving you a way out now. Tell me you want it to stop and it will. There will be no more dressing up. There will be no more Joe. All you have to do is say the word and it will end right here and right now. But know this: when I say no more dressing up I mean no more dressing up. No more doing it behind my back. No more women's clothing at all. It stops NOW!"

I swallowed hard. What a choice to be presented with. Firstly, I didn't know just how far Sarah would be willing to take this. Was last night with Joe typical or was it just the tip of an increasingly depraved iceberg? And could I really exist without Laura? Could I get by in a life where I did not have my necessary 'feminine' escape? If you are a TV or a CD or whatever label you want to put on yourself, you would understand the monumental importance of this choice. I loved being Laura, if only for a few short hours each week. It made me whole. It made me who I am; Laura is the most important part of me. Besides, what had happened with Joe last night had, in many ways, been very pleasurable. Also, sitting there in the conservatory with Sarah, two girls hanging together, chatting, laughing, was the most fun I could ever remember having. Sarah being involved in the whole dressing thing was an element that I loved.

Whilst thinking all of this, my wife waited patiently for me to speak. "Well? What's it to be, Laura?"

Oh, she knew what she was doing. Using my female name like that. She knew all right.

"I want to go on being Laura. I want to do this with you." I stammered my response, heart beating and hands shaking. Sarah simply smiled.

"OK. But you had better know this. This is your only chance to back out. If you don't take it now, there won't be another chance." She brandished the piece of paper. "I have written some rules here. You must follow them at all times. If you don't follow these rules then all those pictures will be sent to everyone you know, including your parents."

With that she handed me the piece of paper. With shaking hands I unfolded it and read what was written there -- 

LAURA'S RULES

1. DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD

That was it. There was nothing else written there. Could I really put myself under such a regime as 'DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD'? It was so open, so wide-ranging. It scared the living daylights out of me. Yet I nodded my head in agreement. To this day, I still don't know why.

"Say it." Sarah commanded. "Will you follow the rule?"

"Yes." My reply came after a moment's pause, my voice trembling.

Sarah clapped her hands and grinned. "OK! Here is something else you need to consider."

She rose from her chair and crossed over to the coffee table in front of my seat. Hitching up her short skirt, I saw she had no panties on. She sat on the edge of the table, placing a foot on either side of me. I gaped at her open slit, still glistening, so inviting. Reaching forward she pulled my head towards her sex, stopping just inches away.

"Know this too, Laura. If we do this, this pussy will not be for you ever again. Yeah, you get to lick it sometimes. You get to clean me up EVERY time. But you will never do more than that. Your cock will not be inside me ever again. Do you understand that?"

"No." My answer was instant. Sarah might have one or two bad points but she is absolutely terrific in bed. The thought of never having sex with her again instantly tipped the balance. It did not require any thought. I loved my wife and I loved our sex life. "No way,"

"Are you sure?" She teased, her finger slowly circling her already swollen, opening lips. "Ok then. Off you go. Everything off. Get rid of the wig, get rid of the clothes. Wash your face. Put your shirt and tie on. Be the man again. Go on." With that she closed her legs and folded her arms.

The realisation, yet again, that Laura would be no more hit me. I was suddenly torn. What to do? No more sex with Sarah but get to be Laura all the time balanced against sex with Sarah but no more Laura.

"Wait." I croaked. "Just wait a minute."

"To be honest with you," Sarah continued, smiling slyly, "I doubt if I'd be screwing you that often now. Not after what I know about you. Cocksucker!" She laughed then, a raucous, snorting laugh. "I don't think I could ever get the picture out of my head. Ugh! No. I doubt if there would be any sex at all after that."

Bitch! She had me and she knew it. Either way there would be no sex with Sarah. On the one hand I could be Laura and explore the world Sarah had in mind for me, whilst never being intimate with my wife again. On the other hand I would have to forget Laura and still never have that intimacy. This was not a choice. It was blackmail; subtle, but still blackmail. 

"All right," I almost shouted. "I'll do it. I'll do what you want."

"No. darling," she smiled sweetly, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Do what YOU want."

"Ok! Ok! I want to follow the rule. I want to be Laura." There! It was said. It was decided; as if there was a choice.

"Good girl." Sarah leaned back. "I knew you would make the right choice. Now then, I think I should put this away, don't you?"

She pointed at her sex, her index finger resting against her clitoris. "Tell you what, why don't you give it a farewell kiss?"

Smiling, she lay back, inviting my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her sweet, sweet pussy. Extending my tongue, I licked the swollen lips, finding the entrance to her only for her to laugh and move away.

"I said a kiss. That's enough of that." With that, she handed me a pair of her panties. She put her feet together and ordered me to put the panties on her. I think she enjoyed the symbolism and the power of getting me to cover her like that.

"God! You've got me wet now!" she exclaimed. "Still, it'll keep until tonight."

"Why? What's happening tonight?" I felt a cold shiver of fear. Could she already have had something planned? Did she already know what I would decide? Of course she did. The deck, after all, was stacked in her favour.

She simply smiled at me, shook her head and said "It's a surprise.Right you. Shopping. We need some food and stuff for later."

"No. no. no." I was horrified. I was NOT going out dressed like this. "I am not going shopping."

Sarah simply shook her head and put on a sad face. "Only one rule and you can't even manage that. What a shame. Okey-dokey. Where did I put those photographs?"

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry. I'll go." I cried. "Only, please don't humiliate me in public. Please..."

"What can you mean?" The bitch loved my discomfort. "Humiliate you in public? Why would you even think such a thing?"

"It's just...just...well, I've read some stories where the TV has to go shopping and always ends up in the lingerie department and is publicly humiliated, I couldn't take that. Please don't do this. Please...."

I am ashamed to say that I cried. Not a single tear rolling down my cheek. Oh no! I wept buckets. The floodgates opened. I guess it had all proved to be too much too fast. I felt Sarah's arms around me. I felt her pat my head. I heard her shushing me. I heard her tell me everything would be all right. In time, my crying slowed to pitiful, wrenching sobs.

"Look," Sarah spoke soothingly. "I have no intention of humiliating you. I haven't read the stories but you can bet I soon will. I just want my girlfriend to come to the store for a few things. Don't worry, Laura. Trust me."

Eventually, I got myself under control and nodded at her. I didn't want her to let me go but she pulled away from me. Tutting, she led me to the bedroom where she proceeded to touch up my make-up and tidy my hair.




In My Place Ch. 02



"There!" she exclaimed. "Now we are all ready to go. Come on Laura."

She took my hand in hers, squeezing gently as if to reassure me and we left the house. This was a first for me. I was actually out of the safety and privacy of my own home and I was dressed as a woman. I think if my heart had beaten any faster I would have vibrated! There was -- thankfully -- nobody about and we made it to my wife's car. She drove. I sat, nervous beyond belief, in the passenger seat. We made it to our destination without incident and I just sat there, gaping.

We had not come to a lingerie store -- the staple of many a story I had read. We had not come to a boutique. We had come to ASDA! In some respects this was a lot easier; lots of aisles, lots of corners to duck behind. In some ways it was a lot worse; lots of people, lots of staff. And lots of dangerous ways to be found out. What was she thinking?

I always imagined my first time out - if there was to be such a time -being late at night, under cover of darkness, or perhaps driving to some really remote spot. Now, I was sitting in my wife's car about to go grocery shopping. To this day, I do not understand why I did not have a heart attack right on the spot.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to compose yourself then we are going shopping. Understand?"

I nodded. Sarah poked me in the ribs. "Do you understand?"

I said yes as I tried to shrink away from her. I took several deep breaths. I checked myself in the mirror. I grasped the handle and opened the door. I got out of the car and stood in the car park. There were lots of people about but not one of them looked my way. Phew!

My manoeuvre had surprised Sarah, who was just getting out of the car. She grinned at me again.

"You go, girl!" she cheered. "Now let's shop."

And we did. We went grocery shopping and I loved it. Sure, I got a few glances, a few puzzled frowns from some of the women and one or two slightly uncomfortable stares from some of the guys but nothing came of it. Nobody bothered us at all. I actually began to really enjoy myself. And when we got to the cosmetics aisle I enjoyed myself immensely. It was great. Right up to the moment when Sarah decided to be a little mischievous.

"Laura, I am just going to get something down here," she said. "Go and get a couple of salmon fillets from the fish counter. Oh, and make sure they are fresh."

With that, she was gone, leaving me panic stricken and alone. I looked over at the fish counter. The man serving there was about mid-twenties and athletically built. Oh God! She promised this wouldn't happen. I might look the part in anything less than close scrutiny but my voice? What could I do? Shit!! Of course, I knew the rule. I knew that one all-encompassing rule and I knew what would happen if I broke it. Shit, again!!

Piling up what little courage I had, I approached the fish counter. The young man stood expectantly.

"Can I help you, madam?" he asked politely. What could I do? Should I put on some sort of stupid falsetto whine? Would that work? I doubted it very much. Should I try to lift my voice a little? It would sound false. I decided on the one course of action that I thought might work. I spoke normally.

"Could I have two of those salmon fillets please?" I pointed at them, hoping he would look away from me. He didn't. He just stood and looked at me. A slow smile began and I thought 'here we go, public humiliation time'. 

"Of course, 'miss'. I'll get them right away, 'miss'." 

I swear you could hear the speech marks. I knew what was about to happen. He was going to call people over. He was going to make sure everybody saw me for what I was. I felt like running out of the store.

He then picked two fillets from the display, wrapped them in a foil=fresh bag and handed them to me. He winked.

"Well done, love. That took guts. And you look fantastic too. Hope to see you again soon."

That was unexpected. This young man had made me, had known exactly what I was and didn't seem to mind one bit! And he was complimentary too. Wow!

"Did you get them, Laura?" my wife's voice came from behind me. "Did you get the salmon?"

"Erm...oh, yes, yes. Here it is." I was stunned. I saw a smile flash between Sarah and the young man on the fish counter and we went on our way. We actually went to the coffee shop, thank goodness. I sat as Sarah got us a coffee, looking around at the other customers. One or two caught my eye but looked away instantly. One or two held my gaze for a few seconds. Nobody seemed to object to my existence and I began to relax.

We had our coffee and chatted about nothing in particular. We then left for the checkouts where, thankfully, Sarah did the packing, leaving me to unload the shopping cart. This meant that the girl on the checkout talked to Sarah, rather than me. We finished up, Sarah paid, and we left.

That was the first time I went out in public. It was heaven.

We got home without incident. We unloaded the car without a problem. My wife left me to put the groceries away. I heard her on the hall phone.

"Hi. Yeah, it's Sarah here. Are you ok for tonight?" I heard her say. "Ok then. See you about eight? Ok. Bye Tony."

I dropped a tin of peaches onto the tiled floor, my gasp still sounding as it struck. Sarah came rushing in, looking at me quizzically.

This time, a single tear did roll down my cheek. I had found out about my wife and Joe. I had come to terms with it, given what had happened between us. I had assumed that it was Joe on the telephone. In fact, my heart rate had doubled, thinking it was Joe and that there was a good chance of a repeat performance. But it wasn't Joe. It was someone called Tony; yet another man in my wife's secret life. I sobbed.

"Who is T..T..Tony?"



In My Place Ch. 03



"Who is T..T..Tony?"

Sarah actually looked amused. There I was, crying like a baby, obviously deeply upset, and she found it funny. It was heartbreaking.

"How many..." I sobbed. "How many b-b-boyfriends...."

"Hey." Sarah walked towards me. "What's this? Don't be a silly little girl. What's wrong?"

Between long, racking sobs I tried to tell her what I was feeling. I tried to explain that finding out about her and Joe had been a shock. After all, it meant that my wife was having an affair. I tried to explain how I had sort of come to terms with it after what the three of us had done together. I tried to explain the sense of optimism I had for the future and the fun the three of us could have together. I told her that it was all exciting and pleasurable and erotic. Then I told her just how heartbreaking it was to find that she didn't have just one lover. Now there was someone called Tony and he was going to be at our home that night. I told her how wretched I felt.

Sarah nodded as I spoke. She stood, legs slightly apart, hip cocked to one side, hand placed on her hip. When I stopped talking she studied me for a moment.

"Ok! First things first. It is really none of your business who I choose to have an affair with." She held up a hand to quell my interruption. "When you were my husband then, yeah, you had every right to object. You aren't here as my husband anymore. You are here as my little sissy plaything. You are here as my clean-up girl. I would like to say you are here as my friend but I guess the jury is out on that one. Secondly, I am glad you enjoyed what we did last night but don't go thinking that you got the right to be included when Joe comes to fuck me. That's up to me."

She paused. Her withering look softened and she spoke more kindly.

"And thirdly, Tony is not a boyfriend. I have never had sex with Tony and I doubt if I ever will. Tony is just a friend. He isn't coming here tonight for me. He's coming here to meet you. I think the two of you will get along like a house on fire. As long as you behave, that is. Do you think you can behave? Can you be a good girl?"

I nodded. I felt strangely relieved at this, tinged with a sense of dreadful anticipation. My wife was not having an affair with this Tony. However, so far only two people, Sarah and Joe, knew about me. Sure I had been seen by hundreds at the supermarket but they didn't actually know me. Now my wife was bringing someone else into the equation. Tony, whoever he was, was going to get a good close look at me dressed as a woman. God, I hoped Sarah knew what she was doing because I truly didn't.

"Right then," Sarah, back to business. "You get the groceries put away and make us a cup of coffee. I'll be in the conservatory."

In something of a daze, I put what was left of the groceries away. When the kettle boiled I made two cups of instant and went to join Sarah. Once again, we drank our coffee, chatted, giggled and relaxed together. I could feel the tension draining away, yet the trepidation remained.

"Gosh! Look at the time!" Sarah exclaimed. "We had better start getting you ready for tonight. Come on, Laura, time to get moving."

With that, she led the way upstairs. She pointed me in the direction of the bathroom while she fetched some stuff from the bedroom. She told me to sit on the chair while she started to draw a bath then busied herself with a mixture of unknown potions. With some sort of thick white liquid, she removed the make-up from my face. She told me to strip.

I sunk into the lovely warm water of the bath, heaving a deep sigh; something I couldn't comfortably do with that corset on. Sarah showed me how to shave my legs, gentle pressure, shave against the hair. She washed me herself. It was so wonderfully relaxing and intensely erotic to be bathed like this. She made such a thorough job of it that I felt so invigoratingly clean all over.

"OK, sweetie-pie," she said. "You're all done now. Out you get."

She held a towel for me and I gratefully stepped into it. She surprised me then by hugging me tight. 

"I've put some stuff out for you on your bed. Use the cream in the red bottle. Rub it all over your body. It'll make you smell really nice. I've put your clothes out for you too. Take your time. There's no rush but I want you ready by 7. I'll come and do your hair and make-up for you then. Right then! Time for my bath. See you soon."

With that, she ushered me out of the bathroom. I turned and entered my room, taking the time to appreciate the softness of my towel against the smoothness of my skin. It was a wonderful feeling – and one I hope I never, ever take for granted.

I immediately saw the red bottle and squeezed some of the contents onto my cupped hand. The smell was intoxicating. It had that touch of the oriental to it mixed with a heady perfume I couldn't place. Sarah was right though, it did smell really nice. I smoothed it onto my legs at first, revelling in the feel of it. Taking my time, I applied this lovely cream to my whole body. I felt so alive, so light-headed, but it was always there in the back of my mind that this Tony was coming there tonight just for me. What would he be like? What would he want from me? Was I what he expected or would he be disappointed? Or worse, would he simply be amused at the odd sight I made?

That, if anything, told me about my state of mind and the changes I was going through. My immediate concern was really whether he would like me or not, if he would find me attractive. And, naturally, I felt a dizzying wave of excitement at what we would do together.

After a few moments reverie, I decided to get dressed. Sarah had hung my clothing for the evening on the back of the bedroom door. A strange mixture of emotions ran through me when I saw what she had chosen. It was, to put it simply, a school uniform. There was a white blouse, a very short pleated black skirt and a red and black striped tie. Beside it, on the dresser, was a pair of shoes which I have since found out are referred to as Mary Jane shoes. Beside the shoes was a pair of long white socks. I found the whole outfit to be such a turn on and trembled with the arousal it brought in me. But then I thought about just what this outfit might say about Tony. He was obviously kinky, with a thing for schoolgirls, but just how far would his 'perversion' go? Was I in for an exciting night of fun or was I in for something a bit sinister? The anticipation was just too much.

I put on the clothing, the uniform, and the socks, which finished about 2 inches above the knee. I felt so slutty dressed like that; so kinky. It felt great too. I was a schoolgirl fantasy brought to life. Yay me!

My enjoyment of the uniform was interrupted by the arrival of my wife who caught me in mid-twirl. She laughed at the sight in front of her.

"Well, don't you look all cute and innocent? We'll soon see about that." 

She undid the top three buttons of the blouse and adjusted the tie so it looked sloppy. If I had cleavage it would have lay nicely in the middle of it. Sitting me down, she proceeded to do my make-up for me. I waited patiently, taking note of what she was doing. I so wanted to learn to do it for myself. When she finished the make-up, she attached my wig and started to brush it out. I felt the tugging and twisting as she did my hair for me. When she finally finished, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. Once again, I marvelled at the sight in the full length mirror.

I was a real schoolgirl tart! The make-up that Sarah had applied was just a little over the top. She had heavily lined my eyes and applied extra mascara. The eye-shadow she had applied, whilst even, was a little thicker than before and the shade of lipstick was a really livid, bright red. What a slut I looked. Funny thing is, I remember going to school with a girl just like that and having many a lurid fantasy about her. But now SHE was ME! And I just loved the cute little pigtails she had put in my hair. I smiled at her again, the joy written clearly all over my face. Whoever this Tony was, he was in for a real eye-popping sight. Of course he would find me attractive. Even I found me attractive!

Sarah simply smiled and said "Wow!!" She was obviously proud of what she had created. She even took out her camera and fired a few shots off. I was posing like a real schoolgirl wannabe model. It was fun.

"Oh my God! Look at the time!: exclaimed Sarah. "He'll be here any minute. Quick! Down the stairs!"

I was shocked too to see the clock by Sarah's bed. 7:58pm!! I was about to meat the mysterious Tony. My heart flipped, my knees weakened and – of course – my cock hardened. I quickly followed my wife downstairs where she told me to sit on the couch, legs crossed, and thrust a copy of some teen magazine into my hand.

"Quickly. Listen carefully. When Tony comes in, pretend you aren't interested. Read this magazine. If he says hello just say hi back to him. Nothing more. If I tell you to do something I want you to act like a real spoilt, whiney brat. Say something like 'do I have to' or something. Right. You look perfect. Oh! I almost forgot. Put these in your mouth. Blow some bubbles too. How do I look?"

It was all so fast, so hurried. I took the chewing gum she gave me and popped it into my mouth. In all the excitement, I hadn't really taken any notice of what Sarah was wearing. How stupid am I? She was a total knockout. She was wearing a short black, sleeveless dress with lots and lots of her gorgeous cleavage on show. She had chosen to wear black tights rather than stockings - I imagine the shortness of the dress would have shown the stocking tops - and a pair of black court shoes. Her hair was tied up and slicked back. She gave off an image of a sexy, beautiful woman with just a hint of severity. I loved that look. I wonder why?

I told her she looked great but before I finished my sentence there was a loud, heart-stopping, breath-holding DING DONG.

Tony was here!

My heart was doing some serious acrobatics, pounding away in my poor, perfumed chest. It was just as well that I was sitting down or I might just have fallen, I was shaking so much. I tried so hard to regain some level of composure but it was hard. I mean, imagine it was you sitting there, dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, about to be seen by a total stranger who you were quite probably going to do something sexual with. And then imagine that your wife was not only the instigator of this but also a participant or, at the very least, a keen observer. What would you have felt like? I tried to do as I was told. Flicking open the magazine, I crossed my legs, making sure not to expose too much in the ludicrously short skirt I was wearing. I feverishly chewed the gum to get it soft enough to blow bubbles. Sarah went to answer the door.

When she came back, I got my first look at Tony. He really was not what I was expecting at all. I had expected – hoped for – some virile young stud who would take me to the edge of ecstasy. Instead, Tony was quite a short man, probably mid-forties, sporting a thick moustache and thinning on top. That is not to say that I was disappointed. He seemed pleasant enough, going off the smile on his face and the definite twinkle in his eye.

"Mr Parkin, this is Laura. Laura, Mr Parkin." Sarah made the introductions.

"Well hello Laura. Pleased to meet you." I practically felt his eyes make contact with every inch of me. It shook me to be studied so intimately by this new man in my life but I tried not to show it. Instead I remembered Sarah's instructions.

"Hi." I blew a bubble then, allowing it to pop before bringing it back into my mouth. I thought that was a masterstroke. Sarah wanted a sullen schoolgirl and she got one.

"Now then, Laura!" Sarah admonished me. "That's no way to greet our guest. Stand up and do it properly."

"Awwww! Do I have to? Why? I said hi, didn't I?" I was perhaps overdoing it a bit but that is what Sarah told me to do – be a whiney brat.

"Yes you did, Laura but it wasn't good enough. Now stand up at once!" Sarah was being very stern now. I jumped to my feet.

"Right, young lady," Sarah continued. "How do we greet people in this house?"

She must have seen the blank look in my eyes, quickly followed by a flash of panic. I had no idea what she wanted me to do.

"We curtsy and we politely say that we are pleased to meet our guests. Don't we, Laura?" Sarah saved me.

"Aww! Do I have to?" was my response, in the most whiney voice I could manage.

"Yes you do. Show some manners, young lady, or I will show you some punishment!" Sarah was really good at this strict stuff.

I curtsied, or did my best, never having done so before. "Hello Mr Parkin. I am very pleased to meet you."

Mr Parkin had watched this entire exchange with an amused look on his face but I sensed something more in his eyes. There was a hunger there. His breath had quickened at this short display of discipline. 

"Well done, Laura. Now, Mr Parkin and I are going to sit and talk for a while. I am sure you have homework to do. We will see you soon." Sarah smiled at me. I caught her sly wink and I beamed inside. I was obviously doing well.

They left the room then, leaving me to my own devices. I had no 'homework' to do so I was at a bit of a loss. It seemed like such an anticlimax to be left like this. My heart had beaten like a drum all day, my shivers and trembles had grown in magnitude all day long, only to be left alone when the moment of truth finally came. Funny enough, despite my trepidation, I felt disappointed. I needn't have worried. They were back in less than ten minutes, laughing together at some private joke.

"Hey, Laura," said my wife. "I was just telling Mr Parkin about your dance classes. He would love to see you dance, wouldn't you, Mr Parkin?"

"Certainly," he replied. "But please, Mr Parkin sounds so formal. You may call me Uncle Tony, Laura. We are going to be such close friends, after all."

I felt the blush from the soles of my feet burning right up to the top of my head. And I revelled in the butterflies that swooped round and round in my stomach at the thought of the implications of what he had said.

"Why don't I put some music on and you can dance for Uncle Tony?" My wife smirked at me.

"Awww!" This stupid, whiney sound was beginning to get on my own nerves. "I don't wanna dance. Leave me alone."

Sarah looked at me, a disappointed frown etched on her face. She shook her head, disappointed. She walked over to where I sat and stood in front of me, hands on hips. She ordered me to stand. I did so. She told me to turn around. Slowly, haltingly, I did so. She ordered me to bend over. I really didn't like this but I did as I was told, knowing that the shortness of the skirt would reveal a whole lot of my ass. I bent at the waist, my half-bare ass sticking in the air. I felt Uncle Tony's eyes poring over it.

THWACK!!!!

I howled in pain and surprise as Sarah's hand connected. She had spanked me! She had spanked me right there in front of this man. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"I have had just about enough of you and your attitude, young lady." 

THWACK! 

"Now you start doing what you are told," 

THWACK! 

"Or you will be grounded for a month." 

THWACK!

The tears were flowing now. The pain in my ass wasn't so great. Sure, she had hit me hard enough to make a sound but she had been reasonably careful. The tears were of humiliation rather than pain. A low moan could be heard but it didn't come from me. Still bending at the waist, I looked over my shoulder to see that Uncle Tony had a flush to his cheeks and a very clear erection in his trousers. He really got off on the whole things. 

"Have you got anything you want to say to Uncle Tony?" demanded Sarah.

"S-s-sorry, Uncle Tony." I stammered.

"Apology accepted." Uncle Tony's voice had a real huskiness to it. I suddenly realised that it the sight of me that was doing it to him. He was turned on not only by the punishment I was receiving but also at the way I was dressed, what I looked like. I was unbelievably proud of the effect I was having on him.

"Ok, Laura. Join me in the other room for a moment, would you." Sarah took my arm. "We won't keep you a moment, Mr Parkin."

Once we were in the other room, my wife turned me to face her. She gently thumbed away the tears from my eyes.

"Ok. Maybe I should have warned you but I wanted it to look real for him. You did brilliantly in there. I am so proud of you. Now, I am going to put some music on and you are going to dance for him. Dance sexy - as sexy as you can. Show him what you got. Go for it."

"B-b-but I can't dance." I was quickly turning into a stammering fool. "What should I do?"

My wife cocked her head to one side. "You ever see a stripper? Of course you have. Do what they do. He will love it."

With that, she turned and headed for the room in which Uncle Tony was patiently waiting. Swallowing hard, I followed. Sarah was at the Hi=Fi waiting for me.

"Right then, Laura. Show Uncle Tony what you learned in your dance class. With that she pushed the play button. The music that filled the room was some sort of fast electronic dance track with a hypnotic beat. Hesitantly, I began to rotate my hips in time with the music. I moved closer to Tony, still rotating my hips with each step. I began to run my hands up and down my thighs while I gyrated. He seemed to like what he saw, which gave me new courage. I turned my back on him, still gyrating, still rubbing my thighs and began to sway provocatively to the beat. Suddenly I plunged down into a squatting position, making sure my ass was sticking out towards him. I raised myself, only to plunge down again. I did this a few times right there in front of him. Spurred on by the flush in his face, I let myself really go. I stood in front of him, facing him, with my legs wide apart. I leaned backwards so that my crotch was practically in his face and continued the gyrating movement. I allowed my hands to snake all over my stomach, my chest, between my legs and up and down my sides, tossing my head back as I moved.

Uncle Tony was mesmerised. He could not take his eyes of me and, as foolish as I felt moving like this, it was so obviously having an effect on him and I relished that. Dressed like I was, looking like I did, even though he knew who I really was, was turning this man on beyond belief. And that was making me so hot.

I sunk slowly, oh so slowly, to my knees then on to all fours. Lowering myself down on to my arms, I kept my rear end raised so that the curve my ass was in full view to this man. Slowly again, I lowered my ass, raised it, lowered it, building in speed, following the rhythm. I moved so that my legs were open on either side of him, arching my back, writhing there, opened to him. And as the music finished I fell back, drained but glowing as if on fire.

All was silent. The man could not move. He was astonished. He was mesmerised. Even Sarah stood with her mouth open. I think it is safe to say that my little dance had exceeded all of her expectations. It certainly had exceeded my own. Good God! Where did I pick up that little routine?

The silence was broken as Sarah began to clap her hands. Uncle Tony joined in, slowly at first.

"Goodness me, Laura. You are a fast learner, aren't you?" Sarah beamed. "I am sure Mr Parkin was very impressed by that. Weren't you Mr Parkin?"

"Yes." He gulped. "Very impressed. You are a good dancer, Laura."

I was so proud of myself. And so ready for anything else that night. God! I was so hot. I was so incredibly hard I could feel my cock throbbing inside my white panties. I needed release. Little did I know that it was not going to come for me that night.

"You did very well, Laura." Said Sarah. "Now, why don't you come with me and we will get a breath of air."




In My Place Ch. 03



Sarah led me to the other room again. In a replay of earlier, she turned me to face her.

"My God, Laura! You have got him about ready to explode in there. You were fantastic. Feel this!" With that, she caught my hand and placed it against her crotch. I could feel the heat and the moisture radiating from her. I had not only turned on Uncle Tony but also got my wife wet and hot for more. I was so proud once again.

"Are you ready for this, Laura? Are you ready for Tony? Can you manage on your own?"

I thought about what she was asking. Was I ready? Yes! A thousand times, yes! I wanted this man to take me, to make me do things to him like I had with Joe. Only, this time, it was not going to be forced, directed by someone else. This time it would be because he wanted me. This time, it would be because I had turned him on.

"Yes, Sarah." I replied, looking into her questioning eyes. "Yes. I am ready."

She hugged me tightly.

"God, you are just a natural. You are going to experience something tonight that might just change your life forever. I almost envy you. Come on then. Let's not keep the gentleman waiting. Follow my lead in there and then I will leave you to it."

We returned to Uncle Tony. Once again, I sat in my chair and picked up my magazine as though nothing had happened. It took all the reserves of strength I had to act so nonchalantly. Inside I was a churning mass of emotions. Sarah spoke.

"Laura doesn't just learn how to dance. She is very good at oral work too, aren't you dear?"

"Yes...mother." I paused. I really had no idea what role she was playing. It seemed to be some sort of strict maternal figure, so I took a chance at that. She seemed satisfied with it and continued.

"Come and show Uncle Tony some of your skills then."

I casually tossed the magazine to one side and got to my feet. I took the gum from my mouth and dropped it into an ashtray and swayed my way over to wear Uncle Tony stood waiting for me. I was actually quite a bit taller than him and had to stoop slightly. He didn't seem to mind. I leaned in to him, opening my mouth, moving closer. Our lips touched and I pulled away slightly. I then brushed my lips against his, teasing him. He let out a short, sharp breath as I moved back in, taking his bottom lip between mine and applying a gentle pressure. I think it all got too much at that point and he reached his hand behind my head, pulled me to him and our lips locked.

I had never kissed anyone with a moustache before that. The hairs prickled my skin, adding to the sensuality of the moment. It cemented the notion that I had swapped roles somewhere along the line. I was his woman. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue exploring my mouth, my tongue exploring his in kind. The kiss went on and on and I loved it. The kiss was intimacy at its highest. It was a lovers kiss, an urgent, forceful kiss and it was mine. It was he who broke away first. He uttered a single syllable.

"Wow."

I tried to catch my breath and decided not to wait for instructions. If I were to be his woman then I should know how to please him. I should not need to be told how. I sunk slowly to my knees in front of this man, letting my hands glide down his chest, resting against the belt of his trousers. With the flat palm of my right hand I gently caressed the bulge behind his zipper. Slowly, tantalizingly, I lowered the zipper. I pushed my hand through the hole and felt the power beneath it. It was hard, it jerked at my touch but I pressed my hand down on it, taming the beast.

I undid his belt and popped the button on his trousers, removing my hand from his cock. I pulled his trousers down, exposing his boxer shorts underneath. He has quite an impressive bulge there in his boxers. I put my hand back on it, feeling the hardness there, loving it. I popped the buttons on his boxers, one by one. At last his cock was in plain view and I have to say it was an attractive one. Well, it was to me at that moment.

I gently curled my fingers around the shaft and held it for a moment or two. I could feel the blood pumping through it. I could feel it twitch and pulse in my hand. I let go and moved so that my face was inches from his cock. I poked out my tongue and gently licked the bulbous head. Uncle Tony gasped at this and I took it as a signal to go further. I pulled back the velvet foreskin to reveal all of that glorious head. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the ridged area where foreskin meets shaft. He moaned at that, just like I always did when someone did it to me. It does feel so good. I opened my mouth, allowing the head to slip between my parted lips. I held it there for a moment until all of the head was inside. I closed my lips just under the head and sucked gently. It felt so good to do this. It felt so powerful. He moaned and pushed his hips, begging to be allowed full entrance. Obligingly, I let him slip further into my moist, red lipped mouth, savouring every centimetre as it glided over my tongue. I held him there again, relishing the feel of it, the taste. I withdrew, sucking on his gorgeous cock as I pulled away. It left my mouth with a very audible 'pop'. He loved this. He loved me. I opened my mouth and took him inside again.

This went on for some time. I alternated between slowly fucking him with my mouth and hungrily licking up and down the shaft and the head. He tasted like Joe but different to Joe. There was something intangible that separated the two. The same taste but not the same taste. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating and I abandoned myself to it. Uncle Tony certainly was not complaining. My wife cleared her throat.

"I think I will leave you two alone now." Her voice wavered and I stopped what I was doing to look over at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes had a glassiness to them that I had seen before. She was aroused and, I suspect, not too far away from orgasm. And that was all because of me yet again. God, the power of it. "You seem to be getting along quite well."

With that, she left rather hurriedly, leaving me to continue my 'homework'. Uncle Tony had taken the interruption as an opportunity to remove his trousers and he stood now, erection sticking out in front of him, with his arms folded. He looked down at me with a stern look on his face.

"Right, young lady." He barked. "Get on with your oral exam or you will be punished again."

His whole demeanour changed in the absence of my wife. From a somewhat bemused, quiet man he had become something else, something with a little more presence. I wasn't sure if I liked this, him asserting his control. I was enjoying the power of it too much. I had taken the initiative but it appeared that I was now supposed to be submissive to him. In my heightened state of arousal, I didn't mind too much.

He took hold of my head and guided it back to his cock, which I obligingly took back into my willing mouth. This time, however, he did not allow me to do things my way. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of my head and began to thrust himself into me. He was, in effect, fucking my mouth. He pushed himself further in than I was comfortable with and I began to gag.

"Stop that foolishness at once, girl." He admonished me with a slap to the side of the head, not hard but enough to unnerve me slightly. He continued to plunge his cock in and out of my mouth and I felt sure he would come soon. I, in turns, sucked and squeezed on the shaft, willing this treatment to soon be over. I honestly didn't mind that he would be coming in my mouth. I was quite looking forward to it. I wanted to taste it again, to compare the taste with Joe's and my own. I wanted him to come in my mouth, partly to get this abuse over with and to satisfy my own carnal needs. He stopped and withdrew his cock, glistening with my saliva.

"Yes." He said. "You have passed the oral exam. Let's see if you have been studying for your 'A' Levels. Get down on all fours. Quickly now!" I really had no idea what he was talking about but I did as I was told. He smiled triumphantly at me and moved round behind me, out of sight.

I felt his hands on my ass, it felt good to be touched there, particularly since my skin was now so smooth. I felt him pull my panties down from me, exposing my whole ass for him. A shiver of anticipation ran through me. I knew what he was going to do and I was so ready for it. I wanted so much to be taken by this man. I felt his hands rubbing, caressing me all over, getting closer and closer to my home. He was teasing me, I know, and it was fantastic. My anticipation grew by the second. For the first time in my life I wanted to be fucked. I yearned to be filled, to be taken. I needed him inside me. This was all so new to me and yet so right.

Without warning, he pushed a finger inside me. I gasped at the shock of it. It hurt a little but it felt good. Nothing and nobody had ever been in there before and there was this stranger's finger inside me. He moved it in and out of me, slowly, roughly, simulating sex. It was wild, it hurt a little more when he did that but I couldn't help stop myself from moving with his movements. This brought a hard, stinging slap right on my ass. He removed his finger.

"You move when I tell you to move, girl. You got that?" he hissed into my ear, all friendliness gone from him now. I began to feel intimidated by this man. I was still ready for what he had in mind but it didn't feel quite as good as it had earlier.

"Yes." I cried.

He slapped me again. "Yes what?" he snarled into my ear.

"Y-y-yes Uncle Tony!" That last slap was very hard.

Unbelievably, he slapped me again, even harder. "Yes what?" he snarled, closer this time. What did he want me to say? Hadn't he told me to call him Uncle Tony? I tried something new.

"Y-y-yes S-s-sir." I sobbed, tears on my face.

He gently patted my ass. "Good girl." He muttered.

I was shocked by what had happened. The mood had changed and I was not as willing to do what I wanted to do; not with this man. I began to move, to stand up, when his hands grasped my hips and my whole world exploded in startling, agonising pain. Red hot fire coursed through me, forcing me to cry out. I could not believe the extent of this pain coursing through my body. I was stunned by it, unaware of the cause, desperate to end it. Realisation dawned on me when another slap, sensed rather than felt, landed on my behind.

"Shut up, bitch!" Tony snarled. I could not bring myself to think of him as Uncle now. "And keep still. I'm not through yet."

I knew now what the source of this agony was. He had thrust himself inside me and was continuing to saw into me. I was not ready. His finger had not been enough to prepare me for this onslaught. It was horrible, it was painful and it was wrong. I tried in vain to escape his grasp, pulling forward, away from him, but he was surprisingly strong. He held me there, ploughing into me deeper with each thrust. There was something there, something hiding under the painful onslaught. I was aware of it but I couldn't grasp it. The treatment was too rough to be ignored. Still I pulled to escape. Still, he held me as he fucked me. Still, he slapped me and told me to stop my pathetic howling. I bucked against him, thinking I could hurry it along, bring him to an end. It didn't work. Instead he sighed, said something about having enough of this and pulled out from me.

The pain of him leaving was just as great. My violated ass screamed in the heat of his force and I cried and cried. I felt heat on my ass cheeks. I felt a wetness on there. I realised with new horror that he had stopped fucking me only to finish himself off by hand over my poor, reddened ass. I was revolted by the foul liquid this monster had sprayed onto me. I gagged, nauseous with the whole experience. I felt him wipe his spent cock on my leg. Only then did he release his grip on me. I instantly pulled away from him, drawing my knees in towards me, fending him off.

"That was good, Laura." The man smiled at me. "You need to learn to do what you are told but it was nice and tight."

He leaned towards me. I flinched. "How about a kiss?" He smiled at me.

I shook my head and began to scream.

"Sarah! Sarah!" I screamed hoarsely, the tears still flowing from me.

Tony looked panic-stricken when he heard me scream. He reached over to me, palms held up, making shush noises. He had no chance. After the agony he had put me through I wanted him gone and fast.

Sarah burst into the room, breathlessly taking in the scene before her. Tony looked scared. I looked terrified and Sarah looked downright angry.

"What the Hell is this?" she demanded. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Tony answered, angrily. "Absolutely nothing. You said she was ready. She isn't ready. She never will be ready. She is a hopeless fucking bitch. Get rid of her. I know I would."

Sarah said nothing. While I cringed in the corner, trying to cover myself from this man, Sarah took him by the arm and led him away. I heard muffled, angry voices followed by the loud slamming of the door. Moments later, Sarah came back to me. She squatted down beside me and held my head in her hands. She asked me what had happened and I told her. I told her exactly what had happened. I told her how exciting it had all been at first, how I had felt so aroused and so powerful. I told her how, immediately upon her leaving, he became a different person. Then I told her of how he violated me, how he had simply stuck his cock in me, despite my obvious pain, and how he had simply kept going at me when he knew I was in agony. She was ashen faced when I finished.

"Oh God, Laura" she finally spoke. "I am so so sorry about this. I know it was your first time and I wanted it to be with somebody experienced. Oh God. What have I done? I am so, so sorry. That bastard! I'll kill him for this."

She asked me how I felt now. I told her that my ass was still incredibly sore and she simply nodded. She bade me follow her upstairs where she allowed me to lie on her bed while she rubbed some sort of cream onto my rear. I don't know what it was but it stung like hell at first followed by a blissful numbness. 

We had a long talk that night, Sarah and I. I told her how I could not go through with this any longer. I told her I had changed my mind and I wanted to go back to our old lives. I told her that I had learned that the journey she had started me on was not the one for me. I cried throughout, massively aware of the numbness in my ass as well as the overwhelming disappointment at the way things had to end. Sarah listened to me, took it all in, made the right sounds at the right times during my speech. I closed my eyes, grateful – if a little saddened – that it was all over.

"Laura?" Sarah gently shook me. "Do you remember earlier when I offered you a way out? Hmmm? And you didn't take it? Yeah. I told you that was your only chance to get out of this and I meant it. You can't back out now. If you do, then everyone is going to see your photographs. Everyone."

She sat beside me, stroking my cheek with her hand. She looked me in the eyes. "Things didn't work out tonight, I know, and that was not your fault. You were a virgin and that stupid bastard should have known better. I am really sorry for that but I won't let you quit because of this.. You are staying as Laura until I say different. Do you understand?"

I simply stared at her, open-mouthed. "But...."

"No buts. Do what you are told and that's final."

I cried again. I cried more than ever, realising that she was right. I was stuck in this nightmare. It began as so much fun, so much intense pleasure but tonight had made me realise that it was not for me but I had no choice. How much more agony would I have to endure before Sarah let me go? How much could I take? Her next words chilled me to the bone.

"Besides, Joe wants to fuck you tomorrow night."

I jumped up in panic, causing a return of the pain. "No, Sarah, No!! His cock is enormous. I can't. It will hurt too much. Please, Sarah, no....." I cried.

Sarah smiled at me.

"Trust me." Was all she said.

I slept in Sarah's bed with her that night. It was the last time I ever did.