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"Wakey wakey sleepy-head."

I hear as I wipe the sleep from my eyes.

"Did you sleep well honey?"

"Yes thanks Sophie. I always sleep well when it's by your side."

"Aww. I do too. We should be getting along. It's 8am, and we have a meeting to attend to." Like a puppet on strings, jumping to Sophie's command, I promptly swung my legs out of bed - I know how worked up she can get when she thinks I'm ignoring her.

Sophie walked out of the room leaving me to do my usual morning business; beat myself out of bed, wash, put my suit on, and go downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey honey," Sophie said softly as she put a bowl filled with melon chunks on the table. "Seen as your not taking much care of your own body, your weight, I'll have to give you a little hand." I can't really blame her. I suppose I am getting on the plump side. In fact, sometimes Sophie jokingly refers to my chest as "my breasts."

I walked over to the fridge, trying to be as little sarcastic as possible "Thanks darling, I appreciate you trying to help me, but I think I'll stick to a bacon sandwich."

Sophie snapped, slamming the fridge door on my fingers, "No you don't! You'll eat this melon or nothing."

"Come on Sophie, gimmie a break. What's up with you today? You don't control this body." She's not normally this controlling, I thought. For all the years I've known her, since I met her in university, she never showed any sign of a dominant attitude. In actual fact, in our very active sex life I was normally the one in control of everything. Never will she change that.

"Look, Gary, if you want to eat your bacon sandwich, fine. But don't you dare think for one minute you will be getting any sex for the rest of the week." I laughed thinking she was joking. I continued onto the fridge pulling out the bacon rashes. Sophie stormed out of the room.

I'm not going to follow her and see if she's OK, I thought. She's obviously just in one of her little temper swings, it'll pass in no time. How wrong I was.

I hear the door slam and I run to it trying to catch Sophie on the way out. I hear her take off in MY car, most probably on the way to work.

Left to ponder how my life got to where it had I thought about when we first met in university, only just a year ago, and we had been courting for over a year. Sophie was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. A brunette with a body to die for. She had these mysteriously seductive green eyes. Whenever she locked eyes on me, my body would quiver, and I would feel weak inside. I still do.

But one thing that has always left me in fear with Sophie is that she has always been very secretive. She doesn't let me in on much, "mind your own business" as she use to say. I find it hard to get close to her. She's always been like that - kept me "on edge" and wanting more. She loves to tease me with her perfect curves in some extra short mini-skirt, even if it was in public.

Later that day, after I had to take public transport to work, I pondered what happened in the morning. Sophie didn't even make it into work. I haven't a clue where she went when she stormed out this morning - it was the last time I saw her.

6pm, 7pm, 8pm - no sign of her. Then suddenly come 8.33pm I hear a key entering the door. I run out from the living room and stood in awe. It was Sophie and she looked absolutely amazing, her hair now had blonde and pink streaks, a tight black mini-skirt lay on her cute waist, and a white blouse. She looks like she has been out for the day, shopping, as she has many bags around her feet.

I couldn't control myself, "Sophie, y-y-you look amazing," I stammered.

She promptly snapped, "I should hope so. It cost you a lot of money."

"Me? Whh-what do you mean cost me money?," I said nervously.

"Well a girl can't look this good without a credit card." She reached into her purse and chucked my credit towards me. My heart began to race, I mean, this looks expensive.

Stammering once again "Ss-ophie, I-i er-rr - how much was it?"

"Are you trying to tell me I'm not worth it, Gary? I thought you knew better than that. A girl like me can never have enough money, and especially never enough shopping."

She had never done anything like this before, I thought it must of been because of the silly melon-business this morning. She didn't seem that annoyed, though. She seemed more annoyed at the assumption that I thought she wasn't worth the money, or that I couldn't trust her with my credit card. And to tell you the truth - I don't. She's always been a big spender, and now I needed to find out exactly what she bought.

Bending downwards I reached towards the bags to see what was in them. Without warning Sophie slapped my hand and pushed me back.

"Not yet honey. I'm sure you wouldn't want to spoil your surprise early."

She called me honey, that's a good sign. But why is she so calm, and being so seemingly nice yet she stormed out this morning in one of her girlie huffy-puffy tantrums. And wait a minute - what surprise? It must be some handcuffs and bondage toys. I've always said to her that I would like to experiment in the bedroom, and even to try being a submissive.

Sophie walked upstairs with her bags, purposely swaying her perfectly curved hips side to side in her mini-skirt.

I couldn't help by follow after her like a dog on a leash. I walked upstairs cautiously, she was acting weird, and I dare say I was a little scared.

Peeking through the crack in our bedroom door I could see her opening and closing draws, almost like she was organising something. I couldn't wait for my surprise.

That night we didn't speak much. We had an early night, but just as Sophie said in the morning, there was no sex. We use to have sex every night, but she just went straight to sleep. I started to fear the worse; she really did mean it - no sex for a week.


I woke up, 8am, just like the previous day. I went to stretch but noticed my hands were tied to the bed post. I looked down at my feet – I was spread eagle across our bed. What the hell was going on!? Well one things for sure... I was surprised!

Two hours passed and no sign of Sophie. Where was she? And how the hell am I going to get to work tied like this? What on earth was she thinking.

Another hour passed, and I was getting extremely agitated. I was thirty, and I desperately needed to pee.

Suddenly Sophie strolled into the room, bold as brass.

"Where the HELL have you been?!" I shrilled. "I'm never going to get into work now, and how the hell am I going to explain myself to my boss?! WHERE was YOU?!"

Sophie looked stunned at me. "Gary, your going to have to learn to control that temper of yours."

"Set me free. NOW." I pleaded. Sophie walked over to me and sat beside my bound body. "Aww my little baby wants to get free. I'm afraid that won't be possible. I've let you have too much freedom, my little princess. " Princess?! She's never called me that before. But I was too busy struggling against my bonds to care.

"Now, I've told work that you won't be in today. Me and you, my little cupcake, are going to have a little fun. But I do warn you, I'll probably enjoy this more than you."

"Ww-w-what do you mean Sophie? Can't we do this later... I have to get into work and finish my..." she cut me short.

"Nonsense. You will stay here with me" Sophie snapped, "Now let's see..." she mumbled as she made her way over to her wardrobe. Fumbling, almost to verify everything was correctly laid out. She closed the wardrobe and turned round smiling in satisfaction.


Climbing onto the bed my heart began to race. Her shoulder-length brown hair, with blonde and pink streaks, flowing freely around her delicately sculptured face made me get an instant hard on. Going to kiss me, but suddenly pulling back, teasing me over and over again. She knows I love to hate that.

Making her way back down my body, Sophie slides off my boxers.

"I don't think these suit you, sweetie, you need something for that delicate little clitty of yours."

"W-w-what? Sophie your starting to scare me."

Walking over to her cabinet, opening the top draw, fumbling around once again until she found what she wanted. "Awwh look at these. I almost forgot I bought these with your credit card."

Sophie pulled out a set of keys dangling on a chain from her neck and started to unlock the handcuffs to my feet. "Now you're going to be a good girl, aren't you? Any sign of resisting what's about to come and I promise you will live to regret it."

Sophie demanded, "Close your eyes." I was in no position to resist, so I did as instructed. I felt each leg being put through soft hooped-life fabric. Sophie slid the fabric right up to my "little clitty" as she termed it.

"Open." I followed her command to see a white pair of lace panties, with fluffy pink rims around my crotch. I didn't know what to say. "Aww look at my cute little girlie-wirlie, she's speechless. Do you like your new underwear, princess?"

Sophie could see I was loving it. She always knew I had a sissy side, but I dare tell her; I thought I got over that "fetish" years ago. I hid behind my sissy side by trying to be all-macho and live a normal man-ish life.

"You think I'm stupid, don't you? I mean you really must think I have no common sense. But I can assure you, I do. Ever since I set eyes on you I knew you was just another pathetic little sissy. And I know your loving this right now. I mean just take a look at your little hard clit, you can't even control yourself." She was right. I took a look down and realised my new panties were soaked.

"You never were a real man. I mean, look at how small your clitty is. It's pathetic. You've got the most slender, stream-lined legs I've ever seen on a "man", absolutely no hair on your chest, and you even walk with your hips!"

"That's a lie! I walk nothing like a girl!" I protested. "Oh come on Gary, your hips sway! You're walk makes men turn!" she giggled. "I'm NOT gay and I don't walk like a girl. Now get these handcuffs off me!"

"Don't be so silly. We've only just started, honey." she whispered in my ear as she unlocked one handcuff around my wrist. "You have a choice; I set you free and you walk out of that door, but you will never see me again, or you embrace your predicament."


She didn't mean it, did she? I can't leave Sophie; she's everything to me. Without her I'm soulless. She unlocked the last handcuff and like a knee-jerk reaction I jumped out of the bed and ran to the door. Cupping the handle I instantly became weak. "Come on Gary, be strong! You can do this!" I thought as I tried with all my strength to turn the handle.

I turned around to see Sophie reaching into her draw again, laying out an assortment of lingerie, dresses, tops, skirts all over our bed.

"Don't be silly my princess" Sophie cooed, "You're acting like a spoilt girl, storming out just like I did this morning." I snapped "No I'm not! And I'm not a girl! Please stop talking about me like that Sophie" I said sternly.

Picking up a white satin bra from her draw she walked over to me and started to put my arm into each hoop, and hooked it at the back. I didn't resist. Sophie really did know how to mix and match, it went so well with the white panties. I felt strangely erotica, like Sophie had sparked something inside of me that was dormant.

"You do like your new underwear, don't you Tiffany?" Sophie teased. "No! I look ridiculous! And my names Gary. Please don't call me that."

Sophie laughed, "But Gary is a man's name, my pet, Tiffany really suits you."

"But I am a man!" She looked down at my panties and laughed in hysterics. "I don't think so honey! You've got a tiny little cherry, I have a bigger one than yours!" I laughed, "Haha very funny Sophie."

"I think I need to adjust those non-existent breast's of yours. Here," Sophie reached into her cabinet, walked back over to me and stuffed each cup with a water-filled balloon.

"You best go easy with these. Breasts are a sacred, fragile part of a girl. I'll see to it that you'll have something much more permanent later on. Tiffany, put these on," Sophie said as she handed me a pair of white stockings.

"No way Sophie! That's going too far. I've had enough of your games. Please stop treating me like this!"

"If you don't put them on we're finished!" She looked deadly serious. Her green eyes locked onto mine, and like she was controlling my body, I began to slide them over my delicate legs.

"Awh you look adorable. But that has to go."

"Wa-what does?" I said as Sophie plucked some hairs from my legs. "Why these tiny hairs. All girlies need to work on their legs. And you can't wear stockings with hair poking through."

"No way Sophie! You're crazy!" my heart raced. It was summer and I always wear shorts in the blistering hot summer. "I'll look ridiculous! People will notice!"

"Look, you have fine blonde hairs as it is. Nobody would even notice."

Sophie walked out of the room and left me alone sitting on the bed with the assortment of clothes on the bed. I couldn't help but reach out and feel the soft silky fabric on some of the items on the bed. Sophie startled me when she walked back into the room and caught me fondling her clothes.

"Aww so you have good taste. Well maybe you can wear that a bit later, but for now we need to sort that gross hair of yours." In her hand she had her electric shaver and foam. "I can't seem to find the waxing set, but this will do for now."

She slid the white stockings off my hairy legs and began to apply the foam. When she was satisfied she got to work with her electric shaver. She looked like she was enjoy this. I felt ridiculous in my white panties and satin bra, and now having my legs shaved!

Soon later Sophie said, "There. Now for the moisturiser." And she generously started massaging it into my new silky smooth legs. Without needing to be told I slid the white stockings back onto my legs. It was now much easier to put them on, they really did "slide".

"Tiffany, I'm jealous! I wish I had legs like that!" Sophie teased. "While the electric shaver is out, I might as well shave those disgustingly hairy armpits. They really wouldn't go well with that silky baby doll you was fondling". Without warning Sophie made my armpits silky smooth. By now I felt extremely bare. A layer of hair over your legs and under your arms really does keep them warm. But now I only have stockings to keep my silky smooth legs warm.

Sophie stood back and admired her work so far. She looked extremely satisfied.

"Oh my what am I thinking?!" Sophie blurted out. "Those legs need a base, missy. Every girl knows stockings and high heels is a must."

Walking towards me with a pair of black mary-jane 6" heels, Sophie demanded "stretch your legs honey" and she inched the heels onto my feet.

"You even have pretty girlie feet! Just look how curvy they are, and not to mention how small they are! I think I've got bigger feet!"

Sophie turns around and presses her feet against mine to compare. She was right. My feet are almost exactly the same size. I always use to get teased in school because of my feet, especially when I went bowling. Asking for size 5 was embarrassing, all my friends were asking for 7 to 9s!

"It's my genres!" I tried to protest. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Tiffany. I think its really cute. Many girls would kill to have those curves."

Buckling them up, Sophie ordered me to stand up and give a model-style walk up and down. It wasn't that hard to stand in them, considering they were 6"!

"Your a natural." Sophie giggled. "No I'm not! I look stupid!" "Well I'm sure you'll have that walk perfected in no time my little Tiffy-wiffy." She walked over to me and gave me a light kiss on my head.

"Now, I'm getting hungry."

"Yeah I'm a bit peckish actually." I said as I began taking off the high heels.

"No you don't!" Sophie promptly stopped me. "I'll be downstairs having some lunch. Put these on sweetie." Sophie handed me a pale pink halter top and denim mini-skirt.

"But I'm hungry! You've had your fun Sophie." I fretted. "Put them on, now! Otherwise that little clitty won't come near me for a whole year!" She kissed me and walked out of the room "I'm sure your do the right thing my Tiffy."

I picked up the pink halter top and put it over my head and tied it at the back. The silky top made my skin feel soft. I balanced on once heel and put one leg through into the denim mini-skirt. I almost lost balance at one point wearing the 6" heels. My whole body was now completely encapsulated in girlie lingerie and clothes. I could feel every part of my body; like I had suddenly become much more sensitive. It's probably the soft silky halter top, panties and stockings. It made my skin feel delicate.

Almost as though as if Sophie was a mind reader she knew I had finished dressing and shouted upstairs "Have you finished yet princess?" "Yes Sophie." "Good girl. Now get that cute body of yours down here missy." "OK I'll be a minute"

I started to undress, first taking off the high heels to make it easier. I slid down my stockings and panties, took off the halter top and bra. It took me almost 5 minutes to get the bra off! Just as I almost finally had it unhooked Sophie stormed into the room.

"...where the hel. What the hell are you doing?!" "I'm just taking it all off. I'm hungry and I need my lunch. You've already made me skip breakfast!"

"No your fucking not." She screamed. "You better get all of YOUR clothes back on right now missy."

"But I can't go down dressed like this! What if someone sees me! And they're not my clothes! Stop treating me like I'm a girl!" I said nervously.

"So little of a man as to be no man at all. Look at your little cherry. I can't even see it any more" I looked down to see my member completely limp. "That thing might as well be cut off, I mean, it's not like you can do anything with that."

"That's a lie! You use to scream when I was fucking your pussy."

"My finger hunny. I use to stroke my clit so I could reach orgasm. You wouldn't be able to give me a real orgasm with that gumdrop. Might as well cut it off." She laughed.

"It's not a gumdrop Sophie. Please don't talk about it that way!"

"Awh don't worry honey. I'm not too bothered about having sex any more. I'm going to teach you how two girlies have sex. Now get those clothes back on. Besides, if anyone sees you they'll think your a cutie. You look adorable in your new clothes sweetie. And know that I don't like shouting at you, but you better start to learn how to follow orders."

Sophie pulled the panties back up by legs and hooked the satin bra back around my chest. She stood there and made sure I put back on all of the clothes. I went to put the on the high heels before Sophie stopped me. "You can't wait to wear your pretty heels, can you? But I'm afraid you wouldn't make it down them stairs sweetie. Ready? Let's go."

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