CHAPTER FOUR
THE VISITOR
I felt that I had been awake for some time when I heard the unmistakable sound
of high heels clicking along the passageway. They stopped outside the door to
the cell, a key rattled in the lock and the door swung open. Silhouetted in the
doorway was a tall slim woman, with a trim waist, long brown hair and dressed in
a pink suit with white patent leather stiletto shoes. In the poor light I could
not see who it was. She sloped elegantly towards me, reached forward, pulled my
panties down and gently slipped her cool white patent leather clutch bag under
my penis, sending a gorgeous shudder through my body! Her delightful perfume
wafted into my nostrils and it was one that I certainly remembered well from the
past. "Judy" I gasped. "Hello Allison, or should I say 3109?" With that comment
I strained at my chains to get at her. "Steady, we don't want you damaged, you
haven't earned us anything yet" she cautioned. "I thought you would be pleased
to see an old friend". I sagged and writhed in my chains as she grasped my penis
in her white leather gloved hand and squeezed it with ever increasing pressure
taking me to the edge of ecstasy. She stood right in front of me, pressed her
soft "boobs" into mine until our false eyelashes touched, and sensuously exhaled
her hot breath into my mouth. Our lips met and, driven by the massaging of my
penis, I began to kiss her long and passionately. "And I thought you were
straight" she mocked, as she released my penis before it exploded and stepped
back. I just hung there in my chains and, as if everything that had happened to
me was not bad enough, I now felt thoroughly ashamed of myself. In all the years
of cross dressing I had never ever wanted to kiss a man and now Judy had easily
enticed me into it.
Judy thoughtfully and slowly paced around the cell. I could see that she was
bursting to tell me something that I did not want to hear. She took her clutch
bag from under her left arm, came and stood in front of me and opened it. Her
gloved hand reached inside, she withdrew a set of keys and dangled them in front
of my face - they were mine! In the gloom I could see a smile spread across her
face. "You left these in the taxi, the other night, just after the drugs I put
in your last drink took effect. It was a pity not to use them and I, well, sort
of helped myself to the odd things knocking around the house here and there.
Well I knew that you weren't going to need them any more and it would have been
such a waste" She reached into her bag once again, pulled out a wad of ?50 notes
and teasingly brushed them across my face. "There is an antiques dealer that I
am very friendly with and he was very accommodating, took the lot, even the
rubbish and gave me four grand. Of course I kept all your documents and
paperwork and your dresses and gowns go very well in my wardrobe. I sent a
letter of resignation to your boss, so I don't suppose that they'll come looking
for you and, oh! I have a buyer for your car. So I went on a little spending
spree at Pierre Cardin and along with a few other items I bought this delightful
pink outfit. Don't you like it? I saw a lovely gown in there too, a full length
sheath dress in silver sequins and beads, it' s an absolute snip at ?15,000, it
just took my breath away. I want it and I shall, of course expect you to sign
the house over to me. As you know I have an expensive taste in clothes and
Sandra allows me these perks to keep me happy. She knows that I am good at my
job, otherwise I shall have a quiet word with the women who would welcome you
into their play room".
In the context of what had happened to me in the last couple of days I was
almost barely surprised at this turn of events. During our "dressing up" nights
I had talked about my life and circumstances and Judy knew that I had no family
to speak of or that I did not enjoy my job. "Well slut. What do you say to that"
she smiled in triumph. I did not reply at first but Judy was in no mood to wait
and stamped one of her long stiletto heels into my right foot. "OK," I screamed,
" I'll sign anything!"
Judy was in total control and she was relishing every minute of it. She pressed
against me once more and gently grasped and squeezed my penis. I felt her hot
breath and the sensuous aroma of her perfume and she knew I would not be able to
resist and we kissed long and passionately once more. Again she took me to the
point of ecstasy and then stepped away. I slumped in my chains, she knew I was
utterly beaten and wallowed in her victory.
"I'll have the solicitor draw up the papers for the transfer of the house",
she said, "in fact I may as well have everything transferred whilst I'm at it"
She reached into her clutch bag once more, withdrew a lipstick and powder
compact and proceeded to "repair" her make-up. "My God", she said "the light in
here is bad, how is a girl supposed to do her face?" She paused from speaking as
she applied her lipstick and then turned towards me "Well my little slut, or
should I say 3109? I will not see you again. Sandra will organize the paper
work. A woman's work is never done" she sighed" and I have lots more shops to
hit and new slaves to net for her." With that she turned on her heels to leave,
but I could see that the power that she had over me was just too delightful to
resist. She paused a second, turned back again and slowly walked back to me, her
heels sensuously clicking on the concrete floor. I lost count of the number of
times that we kissed and I was taken to the edge of ecstasy as she teased and
tormented me. Eventually she took the time to glance at her gold watch. I
immediately recognized it, it was my ex-wife's and was one of the few momentos
that I had had of our marriage! "Oh do you like my new watch?" she enquired
mockingly, "Anyway I see that it really is time for me to go now. I would have
loved to have had you to myself in the play room for an hour or so, but it was
not to be. May I say what a pleasure it has been, and will be, spending your
money and I hope that you hate every excruciating moment of your new humiliating
and painful career as a slut and a slave". She walked to the door, turned back,
pouted her lips and studiously blew me a kiss. "Good bye Darling!" she
whispered, walked out of the cell and slammed the door shut. I heard the key in
the lock and listened to the sound of her clicking heels diminish as she walked
back along the corridor.
Suddenly it was totally silent again and I was back in my painful solitude.
Only now was it impinging on my brain that my life was now totally transformed
and I was not going back! Cross dressing was now not just a pleasant interlude
in my life, it was central to my existence and every hour of every day would be
spent as a woman! Judy had mentally and physically drained me and I again
slumped in my chains and fell asleep.
