I have Louisa to thank for the general idea. I only looked on her page as her name was so similar. I started off continuing the plot with Louisa's agreement but it ended up not going where I wanted it. Louisa; thank you for getting me started. There are a lot of similarities in our stories but I felt I needed to put something slightly different together.

 

My Lifemare Diary

by Louise Shelley

 

Friday

My name is Louis Shelley and I'm in deep trouble.

It was going to be such a lovely evening yesterday. I had told my wife Sarah that I was going out with my colleagues after work and would be back quite late. I work in the sales section of a large chemical company. I travel all around my area to various stores and companies getting them to buy whatever items are new on the market. Sarah is head of research in the biomedical section of the same company which is how I met her and I suppose it's also how I'm in this mess now.

To be honest I don't know why I did it. Sarah is a very attractive woman and we've had a wonderful marriage. However; as I travel around I meet loads of other women who are attractive too in different ways and this is how I met Michelle who is a buyer for one of our sales outlets.

I'd just finalised a large deal with her and I asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink and she agreed. Well; one thing led to another and by the end of the evening we were in her bedroom doing a completely different deal.

From that point on I saw her at every opportunity. I even told Sarah that I was making a couple of sales trips to visit and spend the night with her. Last night I was going to say that I'd stayed with one of my colleagues as I'd had too much to drink so I could spend another night with Michelle. However; all went badly wrong.

I still don't know how Sarah found out. Perhaps she'd called someone who'd told her I wasn't on a sales trip or perhaps she just found Michelle's texts on my phone. Anyway; we were having dinner in a quiet restaurant when I looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway looking at us. My face must have been a picture as Michelle immediately followed my terror induced gaze and saw Sarah.

"Who's that Louis?" she asked quietly. Sarah has very sharp hearing though and she walked over to the table.

"I'll tell you who I am Michelle," she said, equally quietly. "My name is Sarah and I'm Louis's wife. Did he tell you he is married?"

You can probably tell that I had kept my marital status very quiet; so this revelation hit Michelle as hard as if she'd been slapped.

"Louis; how could you." She was still very conscious of where we were and this was said in a hoarse whisper as Sarah sat down at the table.

"From your reaction Michelle I can tell that Louis has kept this very quiet. I note he's removed his wedding ring too so I want to make it really clear that I have no issue with you. Will you wait here a minute please. Louis and I are going outside for a short while."

I got up and followed Sarah outside the restaurant.

"OK Louis. I'm going to miss out calling you all the names that I want to as I'm sure that you know exactly what I'm going to say. So instead I'll say this. You are going to go home right now and will go straight to bed. You will be sleeping in the guest bedroom which is going to be your permanent bedroom from now on. When you get there you will find your nightclothes under the pillow with a note. You will put them on and will read the note and obey the contents. Is that clear?"

"Now hang on a minute Sarah," I replied. "I'm not going back home until we've discussed this and I'm certainly not leaving Michelle in there without saying goodbye."

"Let me make myself clear Louis," Sarah said firmly. "The only reason you're going back in there is to pay for the meal which I will be eating with Michelle. You, as I say, will go straight home as soon as you've done it. You WILL do as I tell you."

She didn't shout at all she just emphasised the "WILL". And as she said the last words something seemed to click in me and I found myself reaching in my pocket for my credit card.

"Sarah, what's happening?" I blurted out. "I don't want to do this. I certainly don't want you eating with Michelle"

"Ah but you will do it though Louis my sweet," Sarah smiled. "And you will do it without any fuss. Just go in, pay for the meal and go home. I take it you've already ordered. Just add another £30 for the dessert and wine and then leave. I'm quite hungry."

I tried standing my ground but it was no good. I found myself opening the door and going up to the manageress and explaining that I was being called away but my wife would be eating instead but I wanted to pay for the meal.

If the manageress was surprised she certainly hid it well. She just worked out the cost and added the money on as I requested and handed me the bill which I paid. I then turned around and went out without even glancing at Michelle. Sarah was still there.

"That's good Louis," she said. "Now go home and go to bed like I told you. We'll discuss things in the morning."

"Sarah, I want to go back in and speak to Michelle," I was panicking. "You can't do this to me. Why am I acting like this?"

"Louis," Sarah said firmly. "You will go home right now, I am doing this to you and, like I said, we will discuss things further in the morning when I might not be quite so reasonable. So I should do as you're told now."

Before I knew it I had turned around and was heading for the car park. As I looked back I saw Sarah wave me away and then go back into the restaurant. I got to the car park and drove home.

As I got through the front door it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't eaten and so thought I'd, at least, make myself a sandwich. However; I just couldn't make my way to the kitchen. I could stop and turn towards it but I couldn't take a step towards it. In fact, to my growing fear, I couldn't go anywhere apart from towards the stairs. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned around again and tried to step away. My feet would not move I strained and managed to get my right foot two inches away from the stairs but the effort it took had me close to collapsing. I'd never make it to the kitchen before midnight at that rate. I had no choice but to go up the stairs.

Once I reached the top I resolved to wait for Sarah in our bedroom to talk to her when she got back but once again the moment I tried to move towards our bedroom my feet stuck to the floor. The only route I could take was to the guest bedroom and I was getting really scared as I opened the door. The double bed was there with one corner of the duvet folded back and I went towards the bed. Sarah had said the nightclothes were under the pillow. This surprised me as I never wear night clothes. Sarah often wears nightdresses which look really sexy on her but I prefer either nothing or my boxer shorts. I lifted the pillow and found a sheet of tissue paper wrapped around some material. I opened it and my jaw nearly hit the floor.

Inside was a long, dark blue satin nightdress with a slit up the front. As I lifted it out I also found a matching negligee with a light blue lace trim and red bows and below that there was a pair of matching panties in there as well. With them there was a note which I opened. It was from Sarah and it read:-

"Louis (I think I'll skip the dear), you have hurt me more than you can know and I am not in any mood to forgive. You have betrayed me and so you will now be punished.

"I will explain more about this in the morning but as you can probably tell I have been giving you something in your drinks that give you no other choice than to obey me to the letter. Get used to it because it doesn't wear off.

"I have started divorce proceedings against you but that doesn't mean you'll be moving out. Your punishment will be to remain in this house and do whatever I want you to do. I have some very interesting thoughts in this matter.

"Now get undressed and put your nightclothes on. The only place you will be able to go until I see you tomorrow is the guest bathroom. Before you go to sleep you will put all that has happened in a diary that I have prepared for you on the computer on the dressing table. Make sure you wear the negligee at all times you're not in the bed. Sleep well. Tomorrow you will start your punishment properly."

Sarah was going to divorce me? That made me angry. I tore up the note and stormed out the door. At least I would have had I been able to set my foot out onto the landing. I couldn't get out the door. It was like a force field pushing me back I got down on my hands and knees but it made no difference I couldn't move an inch outside the room. I must have tried various methods for fifteen minutes but nothing worked at all and by the time I gave up I was exhausted.

I went back to the bed and, before I could stop myself I took my jacket off followed by my tie. Then I tried to stop myself but it was just as fruitless. My only success, if you can call it that, was to slow down the rate at which I undressed. Within minutes I was naked. My hands started towards the panties; I tried pulling back but it was no use and soon I had them in my hands.

I sat on the bed and my left leg slowly started to bend up. I strained every muscle I had trying to stop it but the only effect it had was for my leg to bend in a series of jerky movements. My left foot slowly went in through the leg hole of the panties and, once through, seemed to drop smoothly to the floor as though I had already been defeated. Then my right leg started to bend. I closed my eyes and concentrated my will against my actions but that made no difference at all to what happened; there wasn't even a jerky movement. I now was sitting on the bed with a pair of 'midnight blue' panties around my knees. I found myself standing up and slowly but surely I pulled the panties up around my waist. By the time they were fully on both my legs, and both my arms were cramping badly with the effort I had put in to fighting the orders I had been given and I was completely drained. Sweat was running down my face and I was even crying with the frustration and fear.

This made no difference to the next action. I was so drained I couldn't even think of fighting this one. I picked up the nightdress and slipped it over my head and it flowed down over my body. I then picked up the negligee and put my hands through the armholes. There were two sets of ties; one set that tied inside the negligee to hug the waist and the other set that wrapped the front around and tied on the side. Both sets were done up with no further fight from me.

I needed to relieve myself and so went to the guest bathroom, switching on the light and…looking straight into a full length mirror.

There I was; a man with a beard dressed up in delicate women's night clothes. I took one look and burst into tears. This couldn't be happening to me.

I went over to the toilet and pulled down the panties. The negligee and nightdress were so long and I was so upset and confused that I couldn't keep them out of the way so I sat down on the toilet so I could urinate without any mess. I stood up and pulled the panties back up. I was still crying as I washed my face and dried it. I shut my eyes to avoid looking in the mirror and left the bathroom.

I knew my next instruction was to complete the diary so I went over to the dressing table and switched the computer on. The computer came to life and went through its boot up process. It got to the main screen and then started loading a program automatically. The program came up. It read:-

"Louise's Diary – To be completed every day"

So I have completed Friday's entry and I have to go to bed now. This is my nightmare. From what Sarah has said in her note it's going to be a Lifemare.

  

  

  

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