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Don't Ever Get Caught

by Cissykay

 

My marriage of three years was everything I had dreamed of growing up. Cheryl, my wife, was a fantastically beautiful woman who also had a brain. She worked as a senior account manager for an investment firm in South Florida. I had just been made a partner in a law firm that did mostly corporate law, with an occassional high profile divorce thrown in. That's where I came in. I was a very successful divorce attorney. Cheryl and I had met in law school. She originally wanted to do the same thing I was doing, and even passed the bar. She then received the offer from the investment firm, and it was too good to turn down.

Our sex life was wonderful also. We fit in bed like two spoons. She is 5'10", and so am I. I weigh about twenty pounds more than Cheryl, and that is due to me having a 32 inch waiste to her 27 inches. We both liked to get a little kinky in the bedroom. This mostly consisted of her dressing like a hooker, and then charging me a small fee for her services. I, at times really got into the game, and went so far as to purchase over the internet, some mild restraints. I told her that if she was a hooker, she had to do what the client asked for. I would usually cuff her to the bed, hand and foot, and use my tongue on her until she had an orgasm. Then I would release her, and we would make passionate love for the rest of the night. I even went so far as to mimic my little slut wife one evening by donnig a pair of her 5" heels, and trying to prance around in them. Although they fit comfortably, (we also had the same size feet), I couldn't manage to take more than one step without falling over.

My problem began when Cheryl began to suspect that I was getting a bit more loving than she was giving me. I took the case of a very well endowed, and very beautiful woman who was suing her very wealthy husband for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. I, being the type of lawyer who consoled my clients in every possible way, took the soon to be wealthy divorcee to lunch and dinner on several occassions. Well, one thing led to another, and I comforted her in her bedroom two or three times. It was apparent that she thought all men were nothing more than pond scum, but some of us were good enough to shack up with.

I was taking a Friday afternoon off in the hammock that I had stretched out in the back yard. Cheryl had just brought me one of my favorite cocktails, and I was beginning to feel quite relaxed. I was so relaxed in fact, that I promptly fell off to sleep. When I awoke, I saw Cheryl sitting on her lawn chair with a drink in her hand. She was watching T.V. and seemed to have a wide grin on her face. As I tried to shift my body to get up from the hammock, I couldn't move. While I was asleep, Cheyrl had fastened my now naked body to the hammock. My hands and feet were securely tied to the mesh of the hammock with lengths of rope. Not only that, the hammock had been totally wrapped around my body, and tied together with rope. I was effectively encased in a nylon rope cacoon. The T.V. was situated so I could see a movie of myself and my client making love in her bedroom.

Soon after that, Barbara, a now wealthy client wandered into the back yard. Cheryl poured her a drink, and Barbara walked up to me to survey what had been done. "Well, it doesn't look like this pig will be going anywhere soon." "No, he's pretty well tied up at the moment." Cheryl began to giggle, and then a look I had never seen before possessed her. She looked as if she could take a knife to my private parts right there on the spot. "Well honey, it appears to me that you like to have some fun while I'm at work, and you're counciling your distraught wives. Barbara and I are going to have a little fun of our own before this day is over." Barbara had the biggest smile on her face that I had ever seen on a woman in my life. I had one of the biggest erections I had experienced in mine.

"Let's finish our pitcher of drinks. I don't think our little captive here will object." The two ladies took the better part of the next hour chatting about the type of things that women talk about, and didn't give me so much as a look. I tried with everything in me to free myself without appearing to be in a panic. When they had their fill of the martinis, they talked softly for a minute, and then Barbara went into the house while Cheryl came over to me. "O.K. Cheryl, you've had your fun. I can explain what you saw on the video. Now just get me out of this and sit down so I can talk to you." "Ken, my darling, you can't even begin to imagine the fun Barbara and I are going to have today. The fun has just begun." With that, I saw Barbara returning, pushing a gurney like one would find in a hospital. She proceeded to lower the table until it slid under my bound torso, and then Barbara started to raise the table until I was laying on it. Cheryl then unhooked the hammock from its posts, and before I knew it, I was being wheeled to the garage, and put in the back of Barbara's SUV. With the back seat folded down, I was able to fit quite comfortably.

Barbara and Cheryl then got in and we were on our way. Barbara drove for about fifteen minutes. I wasn't able to see anything from my prone position except the house and tree tops. Finally, we pulled into a long driveway and drove into a huge garage. I knew immediately that we were now at the house I won for Barbara in her divorce, since I had been there before, and parked in the same garage. Once inside, Barbara must have pushed a button on her key ring alarm, because the garage door closed. The two girls then pulled the gurney and my bound body out of the car, and wheeled by into the basement of the house. I could see that the basement was beautifully finished, with doors leading to two seperate rooms off the main room. I was left in the middle of the basement, and Barbara went into one of the side rooms. She quickly reappeared with a black leather strap that had a ball in the middle. The strap was fastened around my mouth, and the ball was forced in.

Barbara fastened what I now knew was a gag in place.

Cheryl was the first to speak. "We thought the gag was a good idea for the moment, because I want you to just listen without trying to insert any feeble excuses for your actions. In a few minutes, we're going to go into Barbara's fun room, and you will do everything you are told to do without one word. If you fight us in any way, life as you know it is over. I will sue for divorce, and as you know, I'll get everything you have now, and every penny you'll earn in the next twenty years. Am I making myself clear?" All I could do was nod, because I was unable to speak with the gag in my mouth. We are going into the other room, and you will do exactly as instructed. Now, you may think you can escape from here, and maybe you can, but all you will succeed in doing is to run away naked, and in the process lose everything." The gurney was then wheeled into the next room, and it looked like a spare bedroom with a few strange features. I could see some eye bolts fastened to the ceiling and floor in various places throughout the room. I had no idea what they could be used for, but I soon found out.

The first thing Barbara did was to remove the gag and warn me again not to speak a word. I did as I was told because I knew I was in deep shit here. "If you do as you're told, we'll discuss our future together, when we're through." My heart jumped. The way Cheryl spoke, I knew there was a chance to save our marriage. This made it all the more important that I appease these two. I was then lifted off the gurney, and both women started to release me from my web. They laid me on the floor, and started at the bottom. When my left foot was finally, released, Barbara produced and leather cuff, and locked it around the ankle. She then took about a ten foot length of chain, and locked one end to the cuff, and the other to one of the eyebolts in the floor. I was then teathered to the floor with no way to free myself without the key. Then they untied the rest of the ropes, and I was able to stand.

As I looked around the room, I saw that it contained a very expensive four poster bed, a lighted makeup table, and another door leading off this bedroom. A victorian chair was situated at the front of the makeup table. It appeared to be a normal guest room except for the hooks. "Are you ready to start having some fun sweetie?" I nodded my head not knowing what they had in mind. "The first thing you are to do is go to the makeup table, and in the top left hand drawer, you will find a tube of gel, and a razor. You're to take them out, and go through the door. It is the downstairs shower. You're to take a shower, and then apply the contents of the tube to your entire body, from your neck down. There is no need to acknowledge, because I know you can follow directions. And while I think of it, don't close the shower door. We want to make sure that you are doing as you're told. Please don't forget to shave your face very close."

I removed the tube and noticed that the label had been removed. I then walked into the shower. The chain attached to my ankle was just long enough for me to stand in the middle. I turned the hot water on, and took a long soothing shower. I the opened the tube, and applied the contents to my entire body. "Now, just stand there until I tell you to rinse the gel off." I noticed that as soon as I got into the shower, Barbara disappeared into another room. After about fifteen minutes I was instructed to turn the shower back on, and rinse the gel off. To my great surprise, all of my body hair went down the drain along with the gel. I was now completely devoid of any body hair except for my head and eyebrows. "O.K. come on out, and dry yourself off so I can see how you've done. As I dried myself off Cheryl just giggled and told me that I did a very good job.

Barbara now reappeared and took a seat next to Cheryl. She was carrying another pitcher of drinks for the girls. Although I couldn't see a clock, I thought it must be about 6:00 P.M. Barbara spoke up next. "This is where it gets a little tricky love. Just do as I tell you, and everything will turn out fine. The next thing you are to do is turn the chair at the makeup table sideways, and go into the top right drawer of the vanity and remove the items that you find. I rearranged the chair as instructed, sat down, and opened the drawer. It contained a black very lacy bra, a pair of lifelike looking breasts, and another small tube. "First, put the bra around your chest backwards, and fasten the hooks. Remember, not one word of protest." I was beginning to see where the girls were going with this little game of theirs. They wanted to humiliate me for my infidelity. There are worse things that can happen, so I decided to play along. I also noticed that again, I had a raging hardon. I didn't know why, but it must have been because I was sitting naked before these beautiful creatures.

I did as I was told and fastened the bra around my chest with the cups facing backwards. "Now, turn the bra around so it is on correctly, and put your arms through the straps. See, you now know how we ladies get those awful things on. Now please insert one of the fake tits into each cup." I did that and saw that I now had a pair of huge breasts. Most definately bigger than Cheryl's. "Now, I want you to feel the breasts inside the bra. Go ahead, grab a handful. I know you know how to do that. You grabbed mine enough times. Oh, sweetie, where's that big lovely smile that you give the ladies. This was getting comical, and even without realizing it, I was smilimg as if I was enjoying this stupidity. "Now, remove one of the breasts, and apply a liberal amount of gel to the inside of the breastform. Then do the other." I did it as quickly as I could. The sooner I was finished with this weird game, the sooner I could get back to normal. As soon as I had replaced the tits in the bra, I was told to press against the tits for about thirty seconds. When I was through, I knew immediately that I had applied some sort of adhesive to the breasts to help keep them in place.

Now I was sitting there with nothing on but a black bra and big tits. Now it was Cheryl's turn. "O.K. darling, second drawer on the left. I'm sure you won't need any instruction, since you've seen me dressed in these items many times. I opened the drawer, and found a pair of black lace panties, and a waiste cincher. I got up from the chair and stepped into the panties. Here comes that silly erection again. They actually felt so smooth against my now hairless body. These panties were definately expensive real silk. Next, I wrapped the waiste cincher around myself, and pulled the laces. "We want this as tight as you can make it, so pull tight muscleman." I pulled it as tight as I could, and wrapped the laces twice around my waiste, and tied off the ends. " Boy, you're beginning to take on a great shape honey. If I knew you'd look this pretty in my undies, I'd of had you do it long ago." Both girls broke out into a laugh that was half enjoying what I was being subjected to, and half the booze.

"O.K., now the second drawer on the right." I opened it and discovered the silk stockings that obviously would attach to the garters hanging from the cincher, and Cheryl's sexiest pair of black "fuck me pumps" with the 5" heels and the ankle straps. I rolled up the first stocking as I had seen Cheryl do many times. "Hey, you're pretty good at that." I was about to wisecrack back at Barbara, but I remembered my warning about not saying one word on penalty of divorce. I rolled the stocking up the leg that didn't have the cuff on it, and attached it to the tabs on the garter. Barbara then prodeuce another identical length of chain attached to a cuff and I was told to put it around the stockinged leg and lock it on. I was thrown a key and told to remove the other cuff. Next, I was told to put on the other stocking, which I did. "Now take the left shoe, open a drawer, and put the shoe on. I placed the left shoe on my foot, and had some difficulty fastening the strap even with my foot perched on the open drawer. Now stand up and attach the first cuff to the ankle with the shoe on it. Again I was given a key and removed the other cuff. I then put on the other shoe and fastened the strap. "Now attach the other ankle cuff, and throw the two key to me." I did as I was told. Now I had both my anlkes cuffed and bolted to the floor.

"O.K., next step. Why don't you bring us another pitcher of those great drinks Barbara. This could take awhile. Barbara left and told Cheryl not to start until she returned. This part I just have to see with my own eyes." As soon as she returned and poured two drinks, I was told to put the chair back facing the vanity, and remove all the items from the small drawer in the middle. It was a full array of makeup. "O.K. lover, first take the foundation base and the wide brush, and apply it to your entire face in a thin layer." Cheryl was now laughing hysterically. I tried to comply, but I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. Now take the skin colored rouge, and apply it over the foundation. I did that, and now I looked worse. Then came the eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. I had taken a good thirty minutes to perform the application, and looked like a fool. Just then Barbara left the room to fetch the third pitcher of drinks. By this time, both ladies had half a bag on. When she returned, both Barbara and Cheryl surveyed my work. "This will never do Barbara. We're going to have to give him some help here. Cheryl then removed the makeup, and proceeded to reapply it. She was so good at this that it took her half the time to make my face up, and as I looked in the mirror, I was a strikingly attractive female. As soon as she was finished, Barbara disappeared again, but this time didn't come back with drinks. I guess that I must have used too much eyeliner, shadow and lipstick, because Cheryl had to use a different bottle and tube of each.

Cheryl and Barbara, now sitting again instructed me to open the small drawer on the vanity top and remove what I found. I found a complete set of two inch false nails, and the adhesive to attach them. "Go ahead pumpkin, you've seen me put those on before." I started to glue on the nails until I had all ten in place. Next came the two coats of bright red polish that I noticed matched my lipstick. When I was finished, I was now totally dressed and madeup as a woman except I was only wearing undies. I knew that this ordeal was almost over, and not too soon for me. I did learn one thing so far though. It isn't as easy as you may think for a woman to become beautiful for us men.

"Now my love, for the last two few steps, and we'll be finished. Open the other tiny drawer on the vanity and remove the next stage." I did as I was ordered, and found my neckless, ear rings, and bracelets. I had no problem putting these items on, and my transformation was now complete. The wrist bands were bright red, and seemed to look a little strange. Each band had a small gold knob on the inside. I had no idea how any woman would wear these, but what did I know.

"Last my love, go get the packages on floor in the corner, and put them on the bed." I did and was told to open the largest box first. I opened the box and found a bright red leather mini skirt. "Now slip the dress over your head, and pull it into place. I did that quite easily. "Now the next biggest box." I opened that and found a matching leather top that was almost like a vest. I put it on, and it covered the bra, and showed plenty of cleavage. I could see in the vanity mirror that I looked very sexy. Cheap, but sexy. Here comes that rotten swelling cock again. I fugured we were opening boxes biggest to smallest, so I reached for the next box without being told. It was a Farah Faucet looking blonde wig. I went to the mirror, and place the wig on my head and adjusted it until it was perfect. I could tell it was made of human hair, and it didn't even need any brushing out. "Only two more boxes, and we're through dear." I opened the next box and found a very wide belt that when put around my waiste, made the entire outfit look as if it were one piece. The belt had three gold studded holes on each side. I fastened the belt and only had one small box to open. As I did, I was astonished to find a matching red leather choker, with the word "SLUT" engraved in gold. This was beginning to go too far, but I was so anxious to get this clown show over with, that I just fastened it around my neck. The box also had a very small gold lock that went through a studded hole in the collar. "Lock it in place, precious, or we stop right here." By now she was so drunk she was slurring.

I was now decked out like an actual slut. "Look at our red leather hooker Barbara. Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" She is most definately a heartbraker all right. Sexy as hell too." Barbara then began talking to me. She was slurring worse than Cheryl. "Now go sit at the vanity, and put one more coat of lipstick on, and the sealer on top. Be very careful not to mess Cheryl's work up." As Barbara took off one more time, I went to put the lipstick and sealer on. When she returned, she had yet another pitcher of drinks. These two were going to be in a coma any minute now. She was also carrying a videotape. She inserted the tape into the player and took hold of the controler. "O.K. baby, now take your chair and turn it around so it's facing us, and stand in front, so we can get a good look at you." As I stood there, the girls came closer to inspect me at close range. "I'm not sure that these bracelets are what we want here. What do you think Ken? It's O.K., you can talk now. You've been a peach by not saying one word all evening." Well, they do look really cheap. Like cosmetic jewelry, and bad jewelry at that. These knobs are ridiculus." "Let's see if the color matches the belt. I did pick them out in a hurry yesterday." With that, each girl took a wrist and brought it down to compare the color of the bracelets and the belt. I then heard two distinctive clicks, and instantly my wrists were attached to by belt. "There, that should hold you while we all watch a movie. I was shoved into the chair and Barbara hit the play button on the VCR. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a film of everything that had taken place. "As you'll notice Ken, the camera was set up in such a manner that the ankle restraints never comes into view. And, by not talking, it appears that we were not in the room. Looks like you just dressed yourself in women's clothing because you're a pervert. And, I especially like the part where you apply your makeup. You'll notice that the film only shows the back of you when you're putting it on. I went into the other room, and turned the recorder off while Cheryl applied it correctly. But, it looks as if you were expert at doing it on your own."

"Barbara, it's now about 9:00 P.M. I think it's about time the girls went out for a night on the town." "You aren't taking me out with you two nuts to clubs with me dressed like this." "Oh, don't worry sugar, we're not going to bring you inside any clubs dressed like a hooker." "Good, I know too many people in this city." "We don't have time to take all this stuff off of you now, especially since the breastforms can't be removed without a special solvent, and that's at our house. Oh, and the lipstick and eye makeup need a special remover as well. It's kinda semi-permanent. So, you'll just have to come along for the ride." It was then that Barabra hooked a chain between my ankle cuffs which will force me to take small, mincing steps. The two other chains were then removed, and I was helped to my feet. "We'll help you to the car honey, I wouldn't want you to trip and smudge your makeup." I was led to the car an placed in the back seat. As we drove into the city, the girls were giggling like the two drunks they were. Twice, Barbara almost drove right off the road. They just laughed.

When we reached our destination, Barbara parked the car about a block away from a club that was in a very seedy neighborhood. I immediately saw my Mercedes convertable parked in the next block. "What the hell is my convertable doing here. It could be stolen." "We just thought you may want to drive home later, as Barbara and I will be out till the wee hours of the morning." Barbara then came to the rear seat of the car and was about to release my seatbelt, when she gasped. "Oh, I almost forgot something. I must be drunk already." She produced a short length of chain and a tiny lock from her purse. She attached the chain to the lock at the back of my collar. Then she helped me out of the car. "We'd better hurry up. It's almost 9:30, and we told everybody to show up at 9:45. In front of her car just to the left was a metal no parking sign. I was brought in front of the sign, and told I could lean against the post. It was one of those metal posts that for some reason had holes running all the way up the middle. "Let's get these silly ankle cuffs off you." Cheryl knelt, and began removing the cuffs. My arms were still fettered to my sides. As she did this, Barbara said she was going to remove the collar. "On second thought, this doesn't have the effect I had hoped for." I was told to bend my head forward just a bit. She the reached behind the collar, and instead of removing it, she threaded the chain through a hole in the post and locked the other end. I was now chained to the sign in an erect position.

"There we go Cheryl, we finally have this piece of shit of a man as we wanted him. Let's get the belt off and go on our way. Cheryl then unfastened the belt, and pushed a button on each of the insides, freeing my hands. I tried to grab her as soon as she did that, but she wasn't so drunk that she had any trouble jumping out of reach. "There, there slut, is that any way to attack your wife? Just relax, the party will begin in just a few minutes." With that the girls left, and I was standing there, chained to a post, in cheap neighborhood, with no way to free myself. It was a very short time later that a young girl showed up and asked what I was doing there. "Aren't you Mr. Burns, the attorney? Why are you dressed like a cheap hooker? Not that you look bad." I didn't know what to say to this girl, so I said nothing. If there was one thing I learned in law school its, when you're in this type of situation, don't say a word. "How long have you been a cross-dresser? By the way everything is so well done, I'd say a long time."

"Will you please just try to get this collar off my neck, so I can get out of here." The girl walked behind me and shook the lock and chain. "This isn't coming off without a key, or a boltcutter." I'll get someone to release you if you'll come clean and tell me how long you've been dressing in woman's clothing?" I knew that if I told this young lady that I was forced into this situation by two drunken females, she wouldn't buy it for a minute. So I told her what I thought she wanted to hear. "I've been doing this since I was a teenager." "Did you have an unhappy childhood, or did you just like to dress in your mother's or sister's clothing." "I don't have any sisters. I used to dress in my mother's things when I was young. Will you please get something to get me out of this now?" "O.K., I'll call a locksmith. Don't go anywhere until I get back." "You're very funny young lady." "I'll go to the club up the street and call."

She no sooner got out of sight when my biggest fear was realized. It was the police, and they were pulling over. "Well, what the hell do we have here?" It was a redheaded female officer. Her partner was also a female. "Honey, you don't even try to hide what you're doing, like most of the hookers around here. You're new. Have I seen you before?" I just shook my head. As she got closer she blurted out, "Hey partner, I got some news for you. This broad has an adams apple. This is a guy. And I think I've seen him before. Are you sure I haven't busted you before fag?" "I'm not a fag officer." "Then what the hell are you doing in this neighborhood, dressed as a prostitute? Trying to pick up lesbiens?" I didn't answer her. "Now I remember that face. You're Ken Burns, the attorney." I was done for." "Well, Mr. Ken Burns, rich and cocky attorney, I'm going to cite you for soliciting as a female. You'll have to appear in court when the citation arrives. I want to see you talk your way out of this." She wrote the citation, and ordered me to get my transvestite ass out of her sector. I was lucky she didn't walk behind me to see that I was chained to the post. As they were leaving, the other officer walked up to my ear. She whispered, "Good luck honey, you're going to need it", as she placed a small envelope in my hand. As soon as they left I opened the envelope, and found the key to the lock on the collar, and my car key. I fumbled for about five minutes, but finally opened the lock, and freed myself. I don't know if the young girl had called the locksmith, and I wasn't about to hang around to find out. I jumped in my car and drove off.

My only option was to drive home. When I arrived, I was shocked to see Barbara's car in the driveway. I was so shook up, I didn't even remove my heels before I ran in the house. As soon as I walked through the door, I saw Barbara and my wife sitting in the den drinking more booze. "So how was your evening sweety?" Barbara just sat there while Cheryl wanted the details. "You'll find out how my evening was just as soon as I get out of this get-up. I'm going to break every fucking bone in your body." "Oh look Barbara, she even talks like a cheap whore now. I guess we did a good job in her transformation. Now slut, you'll listen to me. You'll get out of the get-up as you call it when I tell you to. Have you forgotten already that I have a full length feature of you dressing yourself up as a woman. Now shut up and digest what I'm going to say. The young girl that approached you this evening couldn't wait to call as soon as she left you. You have no idea how thankful she was to get the biggest story she's had since she went to work for the local newspaper. Not to mention the court date. Your going to have to explain to a judge what you were doing.

I'll have all I need to file for divorce and financially ruin you. With all that I've accomplished this evening, and the film I have of you playing "hide the salami" with Barbara, you'll lose everything. The law firm will suffer greatly, and I'm sure they'll be right on my heels in court to sue you for whatever I don't get. Bottom line here is, you're the one who got fucked here. Now get your cheating ass upstairs, and get ready for bed. Be sure to put on the nightie that has been left out for you. I'll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in." I had no choice but to comply with my wife's demands. I went upstairs, removed my skirt and vest, and put on the nightie over the lingerie. About fifteen minutes later, my wife came into the room. "You'll find your brand new black leather maid's outfit in the closet. We expect breakfast at 7:00 A.M. sharp. Oh, and be sure to fasten the posture collar that's hanging beside you're uniform securely in place, and lock it on. See you in the morning sexy." I went to sleep wondering what was in store for me. I'm sure I don't know what it is, but I am sure I won't like it.

 

 

 

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