Mark fidgeted uncomfortably, with his hard-on trapped beneath his bound body. He tried to turn his head as he heard footsteps, but Kim was out of his line of sight. And then, he felt a probing finger at his butthole. This is a follow up to the Interview and the Neighbour. We follow Mike Schmitt’s side of the interview and what led him to apply for the job. We also find out how he copes with the strict uniform code by going to a private adult education class to learn how to sew and make women’s clothing. .

I went downstairs very, very carefully for fear of falling, and at each step my corsets reminded me of their powerful presence. There was the most wonderful hugging sensation that seemed to be enhanced by each step I took on my unaccustomed high heels. I followed Mum slowly into the kitchen, filled the kettle and switched it on. “Don’t forget to warm the pot,” said mum, looking me up and down with great interest. Kim looked at this man from whom she had unleashed the dominant side of his nature. He was young, attractive and seemed to really dig her body. She decided. Mark stood up from his work with grim satisfaction in his eyes. Kim had replaced him on the bed and she was even more tightly bound than he had been. Mark had tied Kim spreadeagle, stretching her limbs to their limits. He had not stopped there, however. He had rummaged through Kim’s stash of bondage materials and added to her restraints. Oh, I’m going all the way, to the end of the line, to spend a few days with an old friend,” I answered. Instead of being bound at just wrists and ankles, additional ropes had been used to bind Kim’s elbows and knees to ensure that escape was impossible. Mark had also fashioned a tight crotchrope that was also tied to the bed so that the slightest wiggle would remind Kim of the intruder in her private bits.The lovely lady squeezed my hand gently and held it for a while. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “My name is Veronica, how far are you going?” My father clearly did not approve of my appearance and apart from calling me ‘Gloria’ which I hated, dinner was eaten in silence. I noticed that Mum had given me a smaller meal than usual and I soon realised why! Soon afterwards, my father began complaining about my dress and Mum started arguing with him.

He remembered being tied to a chair wearing only his briefs, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. After an hour of teasing, he was told to bring himself off while Kim watched. It was humiliating but exciting. Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. I blushed. She smiled, mischievously. Alan enjoys dressing in his new beige waist slip for work but any pleasure will have to be deferred. How it is achieved is something of a surprise to Alan as he has to take some cheques to the Bank Unfortunately, Kim was unable to get relief as the vibe was set too low. She could only lie there, helpless and immobilized, being assaulted by the wand. I think it’s time to sample that wet pussy of yours, madame!” said Mark as he spread Kim’s frogtied legs apart before plunging his very hard tool into her waiting slit. Kim groaned as Mark thrust into her deeply. Mark squeezed, tweaked and slapped Kim’s breasts as he rested within her. And then he thrust into her hard and repeatedly, snarling as he took advantage of her helpless body.

Well, well, it seems my dominatrix has a submissive streak hiding in her, eh?” taunted Mark. Kim squirmed and moaned as Mark diddled her wet slit. They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.” I found that dressing with the corsets on was not quite at all easy, as they were stiff and stopped me bending freely. However, I eventually managed, and went slowly down to the kitchen. Mum was making tea and she said nothing for a while. Then she looked me up and down, apparently assessing my appearance. I hope you won’t mind my asking,” I began, “but I’m interested in why you refer to your slip as an underskirt.”