Trapped.
Earrings.
Lingerie.
Butt plug.
Chastity device.
Girlfriend.
Boyfriend.
Cuckolded.
Everything that had happened recently had built this feeling up in me. All I could think about was how trapped everything has made me feel.
I am not in control.
"Hold still, almost done," Denise said, breaking my train of thought as she peered intently at the eyeliner she was applying to my second eye.
Oh, and by my makeup.
Denise has been training me to apply my own makeup so I could truly appear as Shauna to the world. Tonight however things needed to be perfect. It was my first date with my boyfriend Jason.
Yes my boyfriend.
My forced boyfriend.
The nervousness and anxiety had been weighing on me all day.
The butt plug that had been vibrating away in my ass since 9 am, mostly on setting 2 didn't help. That and the penis cage which kept my erections in check, were constant reminders of my blackmail situation.
I was to satisfy my man.
As a woman.
My stomach was twisting up again.
My penis was trying to grow in it's locked cage.
It couldn't.
It was trapped.
Just like me.
Again I felt every piece of lingerie on my body, the wig on my head and the makeup on my face.
And the new earrings in my ears.
This morning my wife Emma complimented me again on those same earrings, before reminding me to keep them clean.
"They look so good on you, you are sure to turn your boyfriend on," she had complimented me with a knowing smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Like we were two girlfriends chatting about our men.
That felt so weird.
Later, when holding me tight and hugging me goodbye, Emma whispered naughtily into my ear "You're going to have so much fun with your man tonight." Then she planted a warm, wet kiss on my lips and with a twinkle in her eye, sent me off to work.
My wife seemed so cool with me being out overnight. With me being out with a man. A Real man. As a woman. Knowing what we would be doing.
Almost like she wanted it that way.
No matter what, it still felt awkward, even though she had made it a bit less so.
At work Denise seemed oddly excited by my upcoming date too.
"Ready for your big day? Er night, as it may be?" She had greeted me gleefully with a wide grin.
That put me off kilter.
I hesitated for a second, then I smiled in return.
Denise had followed me into my office as usual, and very eagerly helped me shed my man clothes for our video chat with Naughty. The chat was short with Naughty spelling out what I needed to do, well more like reiterating how I was supposed to act. Naughty left the exact deeds up to me. The day was already feeling kind of surreal.
Denise must have sensed the apprehension I felt. After we finished our morning video chat with Naughty behind closed doors, Denise was supportively affectionate with me on my leather couch.
When she kissed me she seemed more like the Denise I knew. The affectionate, caring woman who was so much more than eye candy. True she was a 10. Brunette, average height, ample cleavage, super pretty face with blue eyes, perfect makeup, gorgeous red-nailed fingers, and as always impeccably dressed: feminine light blue blouse, navy blue pleated skirt, navy blue stockings and heels. But to me she was so much more than met the eye.
After several minutes of making out, Denise broke our embrace, took my hands in hers and tilted her head forward a bit.
"Whether you want this or not," Denise began "its going to happen. You can either hate every minute of it or make the best of it. You might be forced but you may as well allow yourself to enjoy it," she added in a slightly resigned yet cheerful voice.
Enjoy this? I wasn't going to enjoy this.
I didn't want this.
I knew that I could contact Naughty and ask to not have to take a boyfriend. But if he/she allowed it that would break our deal and gang bangs for Denise would be back on the table.
That I couldn't accept.
I didn't want this but I had to do it for Denise.
My Denise.
Trapped.
Something felt off, or was it just me? Nevertheless, my protective feelings for her swept over me. I felt my resolve again.
I would do anything for my Denise.
When I didn't rebut her comments she continued.
"Do exactly as Naughty said. Submit to his cock. Give yourself to him. Surrender your ass to him willingly. Eagerly. Be his woman. Passionately do all the slutty things he always dreamed of," my hot brunette secretary whispered huskily to me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and her enthusiasm seemed to be oddly high.
'Surrender myself to him?'
'Eagerly?, willingly?'
Those sound like Naughty's words.
Miranda's words.
Even perhaps Emma's words.
Why was she telling me this? And so eagerly herself?
Her tone of voice.
Her mannerism.
Her choice of words.
The look in her eyes.
What has happened to Denise?
My head felt like it was spinning.
I felt like I was in another dimension.
The small knot that I had felt in my stomach filled it and became very tight.
Denise did not seem like Denise.
My Denise.
Then she proceeded to kiss me tenderly several times.
Has she maybe just given up hope?
or
Did she want-
"You will be more convincing if you are eager and you will turn him on much more. You need him wanting more from you to keep Naughty happy," Denise added. Then she continued kissing me.
"Besides, this won't last forever. We will get out of this. Together. Might as well see the glass as half full rather than half empty," she added before pressing her luscious, wet, lipstick covered lips to mine again.
Any apprehension I felt from her seeming eagerness melted away with that hot, hot kiss.
She was right.
Not only did I have to pretend to like it, I would have to turn him on.
A lot.
Turn him on with my lingerie, makeup, wig, earrings and by how well I performed. I would have to be eager, willing and wanton.
I would truly have to 'perform' to be all that.
I didn't want a man, but he had to truly believe that I did.
