If you have not read the previous chapters, they will help this chapter make more sense.
That being said this is a story about female domination and male submission. While inspired by moments in my life, it is not intended as a journal or instruction manual. Rather it is intended as a story to arouse, entertain, and hopefully invite the mind to explore boundaries we often can't in real life. Please enjoy if this interests you, if not, please find another story to read. Feel free to reach out with comments (civil) or criticisms (again, civil). I will respond to either PMs or email as I get a chance.
Half an hour after Dianna finished painting my fingernails the same shade of "slut red" she had painted my toes I was informed that I could remove them from the drier and get out of the chair. Dianna had spent that half hour putting makeup and a wig on me, but I hadn't seen the results.
I tried telling myself I was only being prepared like this for the party this afternoon, but I had zero control over the guest list. It might be only Suzy Annette and Dianna there, but with half an hour to think about the changes in my life over the last several days I wasn't sure what to expect.
Putting the leash on me, Dianna got me out of the chair and led me back to her office. Sitting on her desk were a pair of boxes. There was a shoebox from an online fetish store and a larger flatter box from a vendor I had never heard of.
I looked at the boxes and looked to Dianna and all I could think of was a sit-com moment. I wanted to say, "Not that there's anything wrong with that..." and on an intellectual level I believed it. I didn't have a problem with someone cross-dressing. I just didn't want to be that person. Or so I had always told myself.
Where I grew up anything remotely connected to being gay was cause for ridicule and abuse and that conditioning still lingered within me. I knew I wasn't gay, and I didn't think being gay was evil or a sin, but I still had a very visceral reaction to allowing myself to be perceived as gay. Aware that the hypocrisy of this would be offensive to someone openly gay, it still was a very real response. Trying to think how I could discuss this with an openly gay woman I liked and admired, every idea I had seemed destined to end badly.
The fact that she held a four foot leash attached to the steel collar I wore, and my only other bit of apparel was a stainless steel cage locked around my cock made it much simpler. I wasn't expected to explain, rationalize or converse intelligently. I was just expected to submit.
"In roughly five minutes my assistant is going to walk in ready to open the store for business," Dianna informed me. "If you want me to let her take pictures for her social media, continue to just stand there squirming. Otherwise put on what's in these boxes."
Giving me a big grin when I looked back at the door then down at my cage then over to the boxes before looking up to meet her eyes Dianna asked, "Problem?"
I hesitated for another moment trying to think how to frame my objection and not offend. As I realized if my biggest concern was offending Dianna I knew I was eventually going to comply. With that thought in mind, and knowing I didn't want a stranger to start snapping pictures of me naked and caged, I stepped forward and picked up the boxes.
A flush of embarrassment shot through me as I did, and I almost laughed when I opened the shoe box and saw a pair of strappy red sandals with a three inch heel. The ankle straps were equipped with locking buckles. Setting the shoes aside I couldn't help noticing how hard my cock was pressing against its confinement as I raised the lid on the second box.
This one did make me laugh out loud. I had often told Suzy and Dianna I considered a sundress to be the perfect attire. I loved the way they could be sheer enough to silhouette a body against bright light but opaque enough to provide concealment in most situations. Knowing I had mentioned hemline length as a good indicator of the wearers "mood" more than a few times, I felt sure they would have shared a laugh while choosing an appropriate length to show my "mood" for me.
I had never met Dianna's assistant and in the last twelve hours I had already added two people to the list of those who knew Suzy kept me in chastity. I wasn't in a hurry to add another. I also wasn't in a hurry to be locked into a pair heeled sandals or be seen wearing a dress. Trying to make myself suck it up and hurry, I lifted the dress out and discovered it also was designed to be locked onto the wearer.
The three inch wide reinforced collar closed with two locking hasps and would fasten snuggly around my neck. It supported a plunging keyhole front panel that led to a five inch wide reinforced waist band with three more locking hasps. Except for the collar and waist the dress was made of thin cotton the weight of a dress shirt. Printed with a very pale blue floral pattern on a nearly sheer white background I would have loved to see Suzy wearing this.
Leaving the shoulders and upper back bare, the dress had a zipper that ran down the back of the reinforced waist band beneath the fly closed by the hasps, then extended a couple of inches into the skirt. The skirt fell with a gentle flare to extend slightly over a foot below the bottom of the belt. Feeling grateful that it wasn't shorter I stepped into the dress.
I needed to exhale as far as I could and strain just to get the belt zipped closed. When I raised my arms to the back of my neck to fasten the tiny hooks on the collar, I changed my opinion about the skirts length. Sure that my ass and cage were barely covered if at all the feeling of air moving beneath the hem was both unnerving and incredibly erotic. I tried to avoid thinking about how easily I would be exposed, and closed the tabs over the hasps so they could be locked closed. Trying to take a deep breath I was reminded how tight the waistline was as I turned to deal with the shoe box.
Lifting the sandals out of the box to examine them more closely, I found 7 little luggage locks laying in the bottom of the box and gave them to Dianna when she held out her hand. Certainly they were nothing that couldn't be cut off with a bolt cutter, but as Dianna snapped two closed in my collar and three more closed on my waistline a shiver ran up my spine.
I don't really know if I was distracted by the embarrassment, if her assistant was early, or if it just took me five minutes to put on the dress, but I heard a key in the back door followed by Dianna saying, "Wrists behind you."
"NOW!" she snapped when I hesitated and tried to look back at her.
Obeying I took a deep breath and arched my spine as I put my wrists back and laced my fingers together. Hearing the outside door thump closed I was trying to adjust to the thought of a complete stranger walking in on me when Dianna ratcheted the handcuffs closed on my wrists.
"Don't move and don't speak unless I tell you to," Dianna warned me as she walked back around her desk to stand facing me and the office door.
The sound of the office door opening was closely followed by "Well, well, well. It looks like you may be planning to take the day off."
"As a matter of fact I am, but this one isn't mine. I'm just getting the little slut ready for a party." Dianna answered. "I'm trying to decide if the skirt is too short, what do you think?"
"Well you did say 'slut' and 'party', right?" her assistant answered. "If that's the case I'd say you might want to take the hem up an inch or two."
They both laughed at that and Dianna asked, "So drawing attention shouldn't be a problem?"
"Are you kidding? Between the locking collar and waist band, the slut red nails, and I assume those are the shoes you're planning on...?"
Watching Dianna nod I felt like I was blushing all the way down to the hem of my dress.
"... that bitch will draw more busy hands than my high school typing class did," she joked. "Leave on the steel cuffs and collar, she'll spend the whole party bent over a table or on her knees."
"Well that would qualify as slutty, wouldn't it?" Dianna chuckled giving me a wink. "Thanks Jess. I don't have any appointments today after I finish with this one, so you shouldn't need to reschedule anything. Luanne and Tish should be in at noon and both are booked solid. Anything else you needed?"
"The address for the party?" Jess asked. When Dianna just raised an eyebrow and looked at her she added, "I know, I know. But catching the overflow after your 'Miss Thing' gets them all worked up sounds fun."
"Like you have SO much trouble finding a guy to play with. You seem to have a new guy hanging around waiting for you every night of the week."
"That doesn't mean I couldn't use a couple of more. They're just so much fun to play with once you get them all worked up," Jess answered. "The more you make them wait, the easier they are to control."
"I've heard that rumor," Dianna grinned. "Maybe one of these days we'll have to test that theory."
"It's not a theory," Jess laughed. "I could call Steve and he'll be here in half an hour. He and I went out last night and by the time I was ready to leave, he was promising to do anything." Dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper she said, "Want to know what I had him promise?"
"What did you have him promise?" Dianna stage whispered back.
"I told him I wanted him not to touch himself until I gave him permission." Jess crowed.
She was obviously delighted with herself, and Dianna was obviously quite amused with the effect the situation was having on me. My cock was throbbing in its cage and I couldn't stand still.
"I'm guessing he would be here well under half an hour," Dianna responded with a big smile. "Do you think he would find the slut distracting?"
"Would he ever!" Jess answered. I could hear her moving closer and gasped in surprise when she lifted the hem of my skirt. Trapped from moving away by the desk in front of me I whimpered when a hand began tracing the marks from last night's punishment.
Suddenly her hand froze for a second and she exclaimed, "Oh! My! God! He's a boy slut, isn't he?"
