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Her Model

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The story deals with issues of domination and submission (not S&M) so if if that is not your thing stop here. On the other hand if you are curious about what motivates people in this area, or just get turned on by different things please read on. I am very interested in hearing your comments.The ModelMy wife and I are in our early 40s and have been living a femdom lifestyle for over 10 years. It started when she found my secret collection of pornography nearly all of which dealt with women dominating men. The images ranged from the mild to the quite extreme and her first reaction was one of shock. We talked about things for a while and as she is of a curious and understanding nature she slowly wanted to learn more about my previously secret "kink". One thing led to another and we began experimenting with things in our sex life. Within a year I was completely passive in the bedroom and she was clearly enjoying the new role and the relationship outside the bedroom also changed until she was clearly the dominant partner. Eventually we talked things through and formalised things by establishing a set of rules. One day she presented me with the rules formally drawn up and I happily signed. For the record here is a copy of those rules:1. When together I must always use her full given name (Jocelyn) not the contractions most other people use. 2. If I am addressed as "slave" I must always call her Ma'am. 3. I must always and without exception obey her instructions. 4. I must treat all women with a special respect at all times. 5. I must be clean and fresh at all times. This includes shaving or waxing all bodily hair and using any scents and perfumes she designates. 6. I must wear an item of female clothing or jewellery of her choice at all times. 7. I must allow her to select all my clothes and allow her to choose how my hair is styled. 8. Only she may initiate sex and on no account am I allowed to climax without her permission. 9. If I am travelling without her, I must ask permission by phone to masturbate. 10. If I need to be punished for anything, I will accept my punishment and thank her afterwards.These events happened about 5 years ago, so by then we were very well established in our roles. I very rarely needed punishing as I was so natural in my subservient role but when I did she had learned public humiliation was the best way. Of course there were times when I was physically punished: usually a spanking but these were only for very minor things like wearing the wrong tie to work. These events I am bout to describe were for a major transgression. It was soon after we were connected to the Internet and one day she caught me surfing and looking at porn sites, what was worse I was masturbating without her permission. I was spanked at once but she made it clear there was to be more punishment for such bad transgression of one of our basic rules.The next day she did not mention it at all and we got on with our lives as normal. The only thing she did differently was to give me 3 items of female attire to wear instead of the usual one. There was a pair of frilly French knickers as was usual for a work day, but she also had laid out what looked like a white shirt for me, but when I put it on I found it was made of silk and buttoned on the "wrong" side - it was one of her blouses. Luckily she is quite large, especially around the bust so it fitted me reasonably well although it was strange to button it up on the other side. Finally she had left out a pair of her earrings. I had had my ears pierced soon after she took control and often she would select a stud earring for me to wear to work, that day though she had chosen two very feminine looking ones where a pearl dangled from the ear. Luckily she had me wear my hair quite long, so when they were on and I was in my business suit they were not really visible. All day at the office I was very conscious of both the blouse and the earrings and hoped no one would notice. I got away with it all day but as we were leaving in the car park the wind caught my hair and right in front of me was my secretary Susan. She clear saw them and made a comment about liking them. All I could do was blush and mumbled a response before escaping in my car.When I got home I told my wife all about it and she laughed. "It was only what you deserved" was her only comment. During the evening she said little and we retired to bed early -- she was clearly in a very horny mood and the sex was spectacular. As always I had to service her orally until she was satisfied, but in addition she also had me chained to the bed for a long time as she teased my cock with various vibrators and I was soon begging for release, which she withheld. Eventually when I thought I could stand it no more and would just cum anyway she disappeared and returned wearing her favourite strap-on. It was one she had found when we visited a sex shop in Berlin on holiday and was not so much a strap-on as a tight fitting panty with a cock on the outside and a smaller dildo on the inside. She said the combination of the light Lycra panties and the dildo made it very easy to control and passed just the right sensations back to her as she used it. I was made to remain on my back and to open my legs wide as she fucked me really quite hard. I am not sure I actually like being fucked but it does always make me feel especially submissive and close to her. She finally finished she held me close and kissed me as I felt her softly wiggling the "cock" inside me. She withdrew, kissed me sweetly on the lips then left the bedroom. She did not return all night and I was left to sleep alone chained to the bed sexually frustrated from lack of a climax.In the morning she returned. She was completely naked and without speaking she proceeded to play with my cock until it was hard then climbed on top of me guiding me into her. I had learned by now to control myself but it was extremely hard not to cum after the unfulfilled session the night before. Eventually I felt her muscles contracting as she came. It was too much for me and I heard myself begging for release."Alright then, cum inside me right now!" she said.I needed no more encouragement and felt my balls empty as I felt the wonderful feelings of contentment wash over me. I loved her so much, for not allowing me this pleasure and for the privilege of coming inside her.When I had finished coming she quickly moved off me and positioned herself over my mouth and I greedy swallowed my cum juices as they ran from her. I love to do that and I was further rewarded by her staying there for me clean up and pleasure with my tongue until she came again.Finally when she was satisfied I was released from the cuffs and chains and was allowed to shower. When I returned she had laid out my clothes. There was only one female item: a very small lacy thong. It was very tight and uncomfortable but at least there was nothing else that would be visible outside. I assumed she must have finished punishing me for the other day. Almost as I had that thought she spoke:"I've not forgotten about your transgression, and you are not even close to being punished enough. Last night was about ME, and my needs, so don't think you are let off yet. In fact yesterday I made some arrangements for your real punishment. In here you will find details. Make sure you follow the instructions to the letter slave!""Yes Ma'am" I automatically replied as she gestured at a bulky looking envelope.With that she kissed me on the cheek and left for her work.I looked at the envelope. On the outside the were some instructions:"Inside you will find a number of envelopes, each labelled with a number. You should open this main envelope and then immediately open the one marked 1. Follow the instructions in that but do not open the next envelope until the time specified in the first message".Trembling I opened the big envelope and three other smaller ones fell out, each labelled with a large number. I quickly opened number one. It read:"At 16:00 today an appointment has been made at a beauty salon for you. I am fed up with the stubble left when you shave your body: the salon will completely wax all your bodily hair. While you are there, they will also varnish your nails. You should open Envelope 2, at 09:00 tomorrow (Saturday)". Inside the envelope was an appointment card that gave the address and further confirmed the time.I was slightly nervous to say the least, both at the thought of the waxing, which sounded painful, and also from the expected embarrassment of having it done. It would take a little juggling of my diary to leave work early but I knew I had to do it.The drive to work was made very comfortable by the very small tight thong I was wearing and my mind kept running over the appointment later in the day. Just the thought of being naked and helpless as I was waxed made me blush. I was still dwelling on this as I walked into the office and almost missed as Susan started talking to me"Joss has called me about your appointment and I've cleared your diary. Your wife is so thoughtful isn't she? I think I ought to treat my husband to something like that."There seemed to be a smirk in her voice but before I could really register what she had said she was gone. How much had Jocelyn told her? I blushed at the idea that my secretary might know what was going to happen to me.The day dragged with the thought of what was to come and several times I saw the girls in the office in a huddle giggling. Were they laughing at me or was I just being paranoid? Eventually it was time to leave and a drove to the salon. My heart was pumping as I walked up to reception -- it was about 100 times worse than a dental appointment.I had seen the salon many times as my wife used it a lot, but was the first I was their as a client. It specialised in beauty treatments and all the staff and clients appeared to be women. The receptionist was a pretty girl probably not yet 20 with long blond hair. She smiled at me as I handed her the appointment card and somehow mumbled about having a booking."Oh yes Mr Green you wife called and explained everything. A manicure and a waxing isn't it? Just take a seat and Sandra will be with you shortly." It was all very professional and for a moment I started to relax just a little.I sat down on the large comfortable sofa and looked through the magazines. All women's fashion ones of course so there was not exactly a lot to interest me, but pretending to leaf through them meant I didn't have to make eye contact with the receptionist or the other waiting customers. There was a steady stream of girls in the white uniform of the staff coming and going and chatting to the receptionist and staff. Several times I heard them giggling and saw them glance over at me. I felt my face flush with embarrassment.Finally I was put out of my misery when one of them came over to me and introduced herself as Sandra and explained she would be doing the waxing. Like most of the other girls she looked very young. She led me to the room and told me to get undressed and to lay on the table with a towel covering me. She discreetly left the room to let me undress.When she returned she was the epitome of professionalism. She explained what she was going to do and warned me it might hurt a little but the pain would be quick. She laughed and said some people said it was like being spanked: it hurt at the time but left a warm glow. Before I knew it she had started. She put strips on my skin covered in the warm wax then quickly ripped them off. She was careful to only uncover the part she was working on then to replace the towel. She was right: it did hurt but not as much as I had feared and it was not long before she had finished my back and was onto my bottom. I was surprised to find that I did not find it anymore embarrassing than the rest of the process, although it was quite painful as she opened the cheeks of my bottom and waxed every last hair off. Soon she had finished the backs of my legs as well and she asked me to turn over. She was careful to hold the towel to protect my modesty.As she started on my front she tried to engage me in conversation but I was pretty unresponsive and soon we lapsed back into quiet. She quickly finished my chest then my legs and it was time for the thing I had been most dreading. I watched as she moved the towel away, laid the strip on my pubes and ripped. By now I was used to the sting and it hurt less than I thought. Two more strips and my bodily pubes were bare and finally she pulled the towel off my cock and balls. I am not sure, but I think I saw her smile as she looked at them for a moment. No so much as smile of appreciation more of amusement. Quickly she laid a strip the length of my cock and balls and ripped it off. I gasped as I felt the hairs at the base of my penis and scrotum pulled out of their roots. Two more strips, two more gasps and it was all over. My body felt a warm glow.As she washed her hands she explained about after care to me but to be honest most of it passed me by such was my relief at it being over. Finally she left suggesting I get dressed and go back to the waiting area before another girl would take me for my manicure. As I got dressed I looked over what she had done. My body was slightly red all over and soft and hairless. I decided that it had actually probably been worth it: I had never achieved such a smooth result with shaving and this was meant to last for weeks. I was sure Jocelyn would like the results.Dressed and back in the waiting area my embarrassment returned I was sure I saw the girls giggling and pointing at me again. Soon the girl doing the manicure came and led me to her position. I had expected this to be the easy part but actually it turned out to be much worse. The waxing room was private and the whole procedure fast and almost clinical. Here I was out in the middle of the salon, surround by women I was sure were looking at me. Even worse, the girl kept chatting away about how unusual it was for a guy to be in, but how it was okay with her and anyway it was all my wife's idea. It was impossible not to respond and I found people looking at me as I tried to answer as quietly as possible. The actual manicure seemed to take ages and then finally it was time for her to apply the varnish. Apparently my wife had even selected that: it was a bright red and would be impossible to miss. My nails were long before we had started and by the finish they were bright scarlet very feminine talons. Just as I thought it was all over and I could finally escape, she told me to take off my shoes and socks. It seemed I was to have a pedicure as well. I groaned."Come along Mr Green you know this is what your wife wants" the girl said sneeringly and I heard another customer laugh as I bared by feet. It was at least 20 minutes before my toenails were as polished and red as my fingernail and then another agonising 10 minutes as they used special lamps to dry the varnish. Finally it was over and I was able to pay and escape. As I left my ears were ringing from the buzz of being talked about. Even the walk through the mall back to my car was bad -- I was acutely conscious of my red nails and felt sure everyone was looking at them. I don't think I had ever felt quite so glad to be back in my car. As I drove home a thought hit me: there were two more envelopes. Surely whatever my wife had planned could not be worse than this?When I got in Jocelyn was waiting for me and seemed in a good mood. We chatted about her day at work for a bit then she asked:"How was your appointment?""Good." I replied "or at least the waxing was not as bad as I thought it would be, but I don't think I have ever been so embarrassed in my life!"She laughed."Well, it is meant to be a punishment! Show me your nails."I held them out for her to inspect. She smiled obviously pleased with the results."What a good boy you were. I've got a little present for you. Although why you deserve presents in the middle of a punishment I don't know. Go upstairs and you will find some things I got for you. Undress, put them on and come down to show me how you look." With that she kissed me softly on the cheek and went to fix herself a drink while I went upstairs.There were 3 boxes.The first box I opened contained some jewellery. A matching set of rings, dangly earrings and sparkly necklace. The second box contained a pair of red woman's shoes but in my size. They had quite a high heel and straps around the ankle.The thirds and final box had a pair of black silk hold-up stockings.I undressed then put the stockings on. They were soft and sensual against my now very soft skin and I found myself getting aroused. It was not the first time I had worn stockings but it always gave me a strange thrill as I put them on as if I was breaking some special taboo. For a moment I let myself enjoy the feelings then put on the jewellery. The fake stones glinted in the light and the rings were well set off against my deep red nails. Finally I tried on the shoes. They were exactly the same colour as the nail varnish. The shoes were a perfect fit. I took a few steps around the bedroom to get used to the heels. My wife had brought be one other pair of women's shoes which she made me wear occasionally, but these were much higher and it took a few minutes to get used to them. Finally I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked strange a quite masculine body shape but soft skinned and almost naked but for some feminine accessories. The image turned me on and my cock stiffened. I tried to think away the erection but it just made it harder and I as I heard Jocelyn calling from below I decided to go downstairs anyway: after all there was no rule about be having erections.I walked into lounge and she was sitting on the sofa."Oh yes, you look wonderful" was all she said as she stood up and walked around me. She moved aside my hair to better see the earrings. She made some comment to herself about my hair being better up but I did not really catch it. Finally she said:"Yes, that all looks very nice. It's so much nicer now you ae smooth all over. I think you should stay like that for the rest of the evening, but be careful not to ladder those stockings as you will need them again tomorrow." With that she seemed to lose interest in my appearance started talking about her day at work. The rest of our evening was normal and completely non-sexual: or as normal as it could be when I was naked except for stockings, jewellery and high heels. She decided to turn in for bed early and decided not to sleep in our shared bed, but to use her own private room. I was disappointed as I had had intermittent erections all evening but knew better than to challenge her. I was still being punished after all. I was very careful when removing the stockings and wondered what I would need them for the next day. The other two envelopes seemed to call out to me from the dressing table but I overcame my curiosity and went to bed.The next morning I got up early and took my wife some tea in bed as she likes. I was dying with curiosity about the next two envelopes but it was over an hour before I could open them so I busied myself with some housework as Jocelyn showered and dressed. She had an early appointment at the hair salon and she was gone by 8:45. I briefly considered opening the next instructions early but somehow held out. The clock ticked slowly towards nine, my curiosity and anxiety rising at roughly the same speed. The digital clock click over to 09:00 and I practically ripped the next envelope apart.Inside was just one sheet of paper with one task. As I read it my stomach turned over. If I thought the last task was humiliating, this was going to be worse. The instructions told me I had an appointment at 10 o'clock at a major department store to see a personal shopper. She would help me buy a long evening gown. I was told to take the presents from yesterday to make sure the dress matched. There was one specific instruction that the dress must be long and also off the shoulder. It was made clear I had to try on any dresses she selected and to ask her opinion although the final choice was left to me. I was also told to take the last envelope with me, to make sure I was done shopping by 12:30 and to open it then.For a moment I almost considered just not going. The thought of buying women's clothing was bad enough on it's own. Whenever I had selected presents for my wife before it had always been daunting, but this would be so much worse. The personal shopper would know they were to be for me and even see me in the dresses. Although I sometimes wore dresses at home for my wife, up until now she had always bought them and I wore them in private. She had selected her punishment very carefully and clearly knew the pain this was causing me. Strangely that thought made me feel very close to her and to lover her even more.Time was quite tight and I needed to move quite quickly to get dressed and make the appointment. I decided to put the stockings on under my trousers, as it would make changing easier but otherwise I was dressed in casual male clothes with just a smart shirt and no jacket. Jocelyn had laid out another tight thong for me to wear, although this one was made of silk and contained my cock and balls more comfortably. I put the shoes and jewellery in a small holdall, went to the car and drove to the mall. I parked quite near the store and was dead on time for the appointment even though it took me a while to find where the personal shoppers were based.It turned out that her name was June. She looked as though she was in her 50s and although her hair was grey she was attractive for her age. After introductions she said:"You wife called me and told me you need help buying an Evening Gown for a special occasion. I am sure we can help as we have some lovely ranges. Is the gown for her?"For a moment my heart missed a beat. Somehow I had been sure the shopper would be in the know. I wished the floor could open up and swallow me. Finally I managed a reply."No, it's for me." I felt myself flush as I mumbled the words. June's eyes opened slightly wider and she smiled."Oh that's okay you're not the first man I've helped like that. Do you know your size?"I admitted I did not and she measured me deciding I would need a size 16 or 18. "Is there any specific thing you are looking for?" she asked as she was measuring me.I explained about it having to be full length and leaving my shoulders exposed. I also showed her the things that had to match. From then on it all became surprisingly easy. June was professional and confident and led me around showing me lots of dresses, suggesting colours and styles. As we walked around she was very discreet and anyone watching would have just thought I was selecting for my wife as she always said things like "I think this will match her colouring" although I could see her looking at me as she sized things up. We selected a short list of 3 gowns and showed me to the dressing room. She explained that it was their special private changing room, which put me even more at ease. We went inside and she locked the door behind us. The room was simple decorated with a large sofa and a couple of curtained changing booths."Why don't you try this first?" she said passing me a long dark blue gown.I went into one of the cubicles. It was quite cramped but there was a small mirror and chair. I quickly removed my outer clothes then used the mirror to put on the earrings and necklace. It took me a while to get into the gown as it had a lot of layers of material and small straps that held it up. I slipped on the shoes then had another moment of blind panic knowing I had to go out in front of June. I composed myself, took a deep breath, pulled back the curtain and step outside. I could feel my cheeks burning from the blush running through them. June said nothing she just walked around moving the dress until it hung properly. Finally she asked me to walk up and down so she could see how it moved. The feeling of the silky material moving against my stockinged legs was very sensual and felt a stirring in my groin. That in turn made me blush again at the thought I might actually be enjoying this. My emotions were completely confused: much of me was deeply embarrassed by the whole thing but another part of me was quite turned on.June decided she thought the colour did not work with the shoes and gave me another dress to try. This was made of black velvet, long and cut close to the body, had a halter neck and a deep v cut almost to the waist leaving my back and shoulders totally bare. It was quite easy to slip into and soon I was parading in front of June again. She quite liked this and I had to agree from looking in the mirror from behind it suited my long figure well, but we both agreed the deep v did not work due to my complete lack of cleavage.The final gown was also black and figure hugging, but completely strapless. It was heavily boned to help it defy gravity and she also explained it had what she called a built in foundation. Basically this meant it was like a corset and moulded the body: apparently all the late Princess Diana's dressed had been like this. I quickly got it on, but could not finish doing it up myself and had to come out holding it up to ask her for help in fastening it. This gave me another moment of embarrassment but it quickly passed. I walked up and down and once more enjoyed the feeling of its silky lining moving against me. There was a split up one side of the skirt that made walking easier and also gave flashes of stockinged leg as I walked. We both quickly decided this was the best by far of the three. As I changed in the booth I began thinking about why my wife wanted me to buy this dress. Thanks to June's professionalism buying it had almost been a pleasure and not the humiliation I had expected. I looked at my watch and was amazed to see it was 12:15 and I only had a quarter of an hour before I found out the contents of the final envelope. I paid for the dress, which turned out to be the most expensive of the three selected, gave June a sizable tip for which she was very grateful and headed to the coffee bar outside the store to open the next envelope.I sat drinking a small espresso as I waited for the time to click away to when I would be allowed to open the next envelope. I saw a woman on a nearby table giving me a strange look but could not work out why when suddenly I remembered I still had the earrings in. I blushed but decided to ignore them and her.I finally opened the last envelope. Inside were a note and a picture. The note was pretty short, it said I had an appointment to have my hair done and gave the time as 12:45 and the salon name. It also said I was to give the stylists the photo included and ask for it to be done as much like this as possible. The salon was in the same mall but right at the other corner and I would just make it in time. I looked at the picture and my heart sank. It was of an old fashioned woman's "up-do". I hurried to the salon, which was quite up market and catered to both women and men, although women seemed to out number men by about four to one. I presented myself at reception and was asked to wait.The stylist eventually arrived and turned out to girl in her early twenties. The couple of hours were to be hell. She openly laughed when I showed her the picture and accused me of playing a joke on her. When I finally convinced her it was what I wanted she made some comment about it going with the earrings and nails then went off to find another stylist to help, as she had never done a "do" like it before. I became the talking point of the salon and was regularly being pointed out to all the other clients, usually accompanied by laughter. They decided my hair was not long enough on its own so had to go and get some hairpieces and it took them three attempts to get it right. I tried not to look into the mirror as it was being done and to shut out what was happening around me. I found the whole thing totally humiliating and imagined my wife at home laughing. Eventually it was done and I had to look in the mirror as they showed me the completed "do". I looked rather ridiculous with my hair like that and it was made worse by the earrings, which were still in my ears. They had done a very good technical job however and there was not a hair out of place, although there was so much hairspray holding it I was not sure if it would ever move again.I paid at reception then had to walk all the way across the mall back to my car. I imagined everyone looking at pointing at me and tried not make eye contact. The absolute worst moment was when I spotted someone from the office and quickly backtracked to avoid her. To get to the car park, I had to walk back through the department store and just as I was leaving I saw June who clearly saw me. She looked at the hair and smiled. Somehow that little bit of positive reinforcement from someone I now considered an ally made me feel a whole lot better and I felt buoyant as I drove home all my tasks finished.When I arrived home Jocelyn was already there. I walked in and saw her look at my hair. She smiled."Perfect. Now go and change into the dress so I can see the whole look."I did as I was told secretly being thankful I had decided to wear a shirt not a pullover as it meant I could change without disturbing the hair. Like before I could not manage to do up the dress on my own. There was nothing for it but to go downstairs and ask for help."Can't you do ANYTHING yourself?" she snapped as she fastened the back for me. "Oh of course there is ONE thing you like to do by yourself isn't there? But then I expect you might be regretting that now."I blushed and was about to say something when she continued."I hope you don't think your punishment is over. I have some friends coming round tonight and I need your help. I have one of my little make-up parties and we need a model."I must have looked in horror but she just laughed."You can stay like that for the rest of the day. At least the dress and hair means your face will be nice and exposed for the make-up demonstrations. The evening's theme is an evening look so it's quite appropriate. They will start arriving about 7. When they do, I want you to take their coats and show them into the lounge but otherwise keep out of the way until I call you." It was over 3 hours until they were due to arrive and it gave me a lot of time to contemplate things. A couple of her friends knew about our relationship and had seen me waiting on them, but I had always been dressed more or less as a guy: once I was made to wear some high heels but that so far had been the limit. I wondered who would be there and hoped beyond hope it would only be "her" friends and no-one married to any guys I knew.The next couple of hours dragged and I killed time by watching TV in the bedroom. At about 6 there was a ring on the doorbell. I jumped, but when I saw the time I guessed it was not her friends yet. My wife called from her room next door to mine:"You get, I am in the middle of getting ready."I was gripped by panic. Suddenly I was very aware of how I was dressed and how I looked. The doorbell rang again."Oh go on answer the damn thing!" she shouted.I got up and went downstairs. I was hovering by the door when the bell rang for a third time. I took all my courage and opened the door. Standing in front of me was a smartly dressed man I did not recognise. I saw him look at me. I am not sure who was more embarrassed him or me."I'm Jack from Jocelyn's office, I just dropped by to give her these documents she needs for Monday. I hope I didn't disturb anything important."He handed me a package and left without saying anything else, but I could feel my cheeks burning as I closed the door. I could see Jocelyn standing at the top of the stair laughing. I tried to say something but could not get anything out so just went back to my room. That incident made the wait even worse. I kept imagining who might be there later and what they would think. With about half an hour to go Jocelyn came into my room."I want to check you are just right before anyone arrives. Stand up for me."I did as I was told and she looked at me carefully. She adjusted the necklace slightly and made me show her my nails."I think you will just about do, although I will put some more hairspray in you: we don't want any loose hairs getting in the way later."With that she took a can of spray and liberally applied it to my hair. When she was done there was no way the hairdo would move, it was practically set solid."One final thing, I think you should change your panties. I bet those are pretty sweaty by now. I think these will be better anyway."She passed me a pair I had not seen before. They were white and filly all over but looked like they would be a very tight fit. I looked at them and saw they had a strange pouch built into the gusset."That's to hide your cock and balls in. We don't want it spoiling the line of your nice dress do we?" she said as she saw me looking. "Hurry up we haven't got all day," she added as I paused to work out how to put them on. I slipped off the thong and climbed into the new panties. I had to hoist up the skirt of my dress to get them on and it was difficult to get my cock and balls into the pouch, but once there the tight panties held them in place and they almost disappeared from view. It was pretty uncomfortable but I knew not to complain. Once the skirt was back and smoothed into place there was no bulge to be seen. The boning of the bodice held in my waist and pushed up my chest into a small cleavage and the whole effect was quite feminine -- if you did not look too closely at my face or bone structure.Jocelyn saw me looking at myself in the mirror."What a little sissy. I think you might even be enjoying this you little slut. This is meant to be a punishment you know. Bend over that chair right now!"I did as I was told and felt her lift up the skirt of my dress again.SMACK.She spanked me hard -- much harder than usual. 10 strokes in all and I cried out on each one. When she was finished I thanked her and she smiled."Now get downstairs and be ready to show my guests in when they arrive." I tidied my clothes yet again and hurried downstairs. I remembered I was told not mix with the guests would be in the lounge so I waited in the kitchen.The bell rang almost exactly on the dot of 7. My stomach dropped but by now I felt so humiliated already I just got up and walked to answer the door. What greeted me could not have been worse. It was Susan my secretary."Come in" I somehow managed to stutter out. She looked at me and started laughing. A snigger at first but it soon became a wholehearted laugh. She followed me in and as I took her coat she spoke, still laughing."Well Joss did say to expect a surprise but when she said you needed punishing I didn't quite expect this! You do look lovely." She snigger and winked at me. "What should I call you?"I was struggling to think what to say when I heard Jocelyn speak from behind me."Oh you can call him whatever you like. He's our model and plaything for the evening. I just call him Slave.""What did he do to earn this?""I think you should tell her don't you slave?"I gulped."Y y y, yes Ma'am." And then to Susan "Jocelyn caught me using the Internet to look at porn sites and masturbating." I stuttered feeling my face burning from the blush."You dirty old man" said Susan. "So now you will know what it feels like to be ogled at the way you did over those women. If you had been my husband I would have spanked you until you couldn't sit for a week!"With that I Jocelyn lead her into the lounge and I just heard one more remarks from Susan they closed the door:"That hair style was a move of genius. It makes him look sooo silly -- as if the dress wouldn't anyway." I heard her laughing again and went back into the kitchen. I almost shouldn't have bothered as the bell rang again. This time it was Louise a friend of Jocelyn's I barely knew. Her reaction was also amusement but somehow she seemed less surprised. I showed her in the lounge and heard them all laugh as I shut the door.The next ring brought 2 women together: both wives of drinking buddies of mine. Their reaction was pretty much as the previous ones: amusement and condescension. As with Susan, Jocelyn made me tell them why I was being punished which caused the expected mirth. One of them, Cathy, made be "do a twirl" so she could see my dress better while the other, Jane, made an ominous comment:"So what's it worth not to tell John about this then?" John was her husband and my friend. Before I could reply Jocelyn cut in:"Oh I think that's entirely up to you don't you?" she laughed as she led them into the room.I felt a moment of complete panic. It was bad enough these women seeing me like this, but what would happen if my friends got to hear? I would be a total laughing stock. I considered taking Jane to one side and begging her not to tell, but I did not get the opportunity.There was to be only one more guest it turned out: the lady from the cosmetics company. She arrived about half an hour after the others so by then I had had a while to contemplate my fate even more. It turned out she was a rather attractive lady of about 50 with her hair done almost exactly the same as mine. Her name was Melanie and she seemed not at all phased by seeing me, in fact I think Jocelyn had probably let her in on the secret as she made a comment as I was taking her coat."I see Joss, took my advice on the hair. It suits you know and it makes doing the make up so much simpler without hair all your face." I did not get a chance to speak to her any more as Jocelyn came out to greet her. After she had showed her through (to the sound of even more laughter, no doubt at my expense) she came and spoke to me. She told me they would finish their drinks and then come and get me for the demonstration in about half an hour. Again the time dragged as I sat in the kitchen but eventually the door opened. It was Susan"We need our sissy little model now." She chuckled as I followed her into the lounge.In the middle of the room they had positioned a high bar chair and it was obvious where I was to sit. Melanie was clearly already in full swing and as soon as I sat down she started"Good, we have our model. Now girls I think we agreed the theme for tonight was a 'retro' look and I think this model will be perfect. I am going to start with some foundation to give an nice even complexion..."With that she took out a box of make up and started to apply it liberally. All the time she was applying it she was talking and selling her product but I just switched off and went into a sort of trance. The whole evening had been so emotionally draining and more humiliating than anything I had known before that now I just became detached and acted like a robot. I have some recollection of her applying lipstick eye makeup and mascara but how long it took I have no idea. I know there were references to 60s make up being heavy and the eyes being smoky, I know she said something about Twiggy at some point but other than that the whole thing was a blur.I was finally shaken out of the trance when it was obvious I was being spoken to. Melanie had finished and the ladies were invited to admire the results and then they wanted me to admire the results and a mirror was being held up for me to look in.Looking back at me was a strange person -- a lot like me but strangely feminine. Not actually like a real woman but also in no way masculine. I tried not to look, but was drawn to what I saw and part of me quite liked the results. The eyes were dark and the lashes long and pronounced, the lips full and a dark red-brown colour. My skin was covered with a fine power that made it look soft and matt."I think he likes it" I heard Susan say. "Stand up and pose for us like a real model."On that I stood up but did not really know what to do."Come on dear, pucker those lips for us. Walk up and down like the little slut you are." This was from Jocelyn. I did as they asked and started to pace up and down trying to ape models I had seen on a catwalk. As I did they laughed and whistled. I felt my cheeks burning from embarrassment but kept doing what they wanted. There were flashes as they took photographs of me."I think he should strip for us, what do you think?" I think it was Cathy who said that."Oh of course. Come along slave perform a nice slow striptease for us." Commanded Jocelyn."Yes Ma'am" I said as she put a CD on. It was the old Jazz number "Give me Fever" and as it played I danced away in a camp manner how I vaguely remembered seeing old burlesque dancers perform. I think I quite enjoyed it and I took my time before moving over to let one of the girls undo my frock. Even when it was undone I held it up for a while before finally letting it fall away to the floor to reveal my frilly panties and stocking."Leave those stockings on slave, but off with your panties!" shouted Jocelyn.I danced a bit more and then with the climax of the music wiggled out of the panties and passed still before them as the music finished. As I stood there, there was another round of flashes as more photographs were taken.There was a round of applause.I kept standing there and as the adrenaline rush from performance drained away I realised how ridiculous it was me standing naked but for stockings, high heels and some jewellery in front of a group of women. After a few moments Jocelyn started to speak."Now ladies, I hope you have enjoyed my slave's little performance tonight. As you know he was being punished for looking at porn and playing with himself. Do you think he has been punished enough?""NO!" they cried as one."What should I make him do then?""Make him do it for US" Susan shouted. "Let's see his little thing get hard like it did in front of the computer.""Come along then slave," said Jocelyn, "do as she asks. Make it stand up for us. Let my girlfriends' see how pathetic your little cock is."I blush as I reached down to take my cock in my hand. I started to rub it but I was so embarrassed it did not want to stir into life."Is that the best you can do?"I pulled harder and thought about the women in front of me and found a kinky eroticism I could cling onto. I felt my cock getting hard in my hand."Tell us you're a sissy" called out Jane."I'm a nasty little sissy who deserves to be punished," I replied still playing with my now hard cock.The women laughed, as I pulled harder on my cock."Remember you can't cum without permission!" called Jocelyn.I kept playing with myself acutely aware I was performing in front of a group of women who knew me well. The idea both shocked and excited me and I found myself becoming very turned on. I realised I wanted to cum."Please Ma'am, may I climax." I requested as I had been long trained to say."Not yet slave. Show my friends how good you are at controlling yourself for me."I kept playing with my cock feeling their eyes on me."See if he can get it in here" called Susan holding out her empty glass in front of my cock. Jocelyn laughed."Go on slave. 10 more strokes and cum in that glass for Susan."At that they started to count down like at a rocket launch."10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4..."I started to feel the orgasm becoming inevitable."3"I felt it building ready to release."2"I held my cock and tried to aim at the glass."1"The juices were already flowing inside my body shuddering."Fire"I felt me whole body shake with the pleasure and several hard squirts of semen jetted out and into the glass exactly as requested. There were more flashes as cameras went off again. I felt dizzy and instinctively sat down on the chair I was on earlier."I think this is yours" it was Susan who handed me the glass with my semen. "Drink it up like a good little slut."I swallowed the warm sticky liquid without hesitation as yet more photographs were taken. It was one more humiliation in so many.When I had done, Jocelyn came over and hugged me."There's a good little slave. I think you did very well tonight. Now what does as good slave say after her punishment?""Thank you Ma'am" I responded. There was a round of applause as Jocelyn kissed me and said:"Now off you go to bed. I'll see you in the morning."With that I gathered up my discarded gown and panties and went up to my room. I finally took off the stockings and shoes, climbed into bed and quickly was in a sound sleep. The next day I awoke to find Jocelyn in bed with me and we made gentle but passionate love. My punishment was over, although for the whole of the next day my hair was still in its tight up-do as one last reminder of my sins.