Be Careful What You Ask For

'I see what you mean,' Jan said, her eyes glued to Maria's eight inch monster. 'Move slightly to the left,' she said, 'I want to see more. She clicked on the 'next' button and more pictures popped up.

'Tomorrow you are going to shave your legs, chest, arms, crotch and ass,' she said, 'I want you looking as smooth as possible.'.

I was a uncomfortable with this as, while I was not overly hairy, I did swim twice a week in the morning and I knew it would be noticed in the dressing room. I started to say this but Jan cut me off saying, 'I've made my mind up. Hair under nylon stockings is disgusting looking. You can make something up in case anyone says something. Tell them you've developed an allergy to your own hair.'

'From now on, I want you to be dressed when I get home from work. I will call when I am leaving the office and that will give you twenty minutes or so to get ready. Also, when you go into town to shop tomorrow, wear tights and panties under your trousers. Understand?'

Again, went to object as I was afraid something would happen when I was out and I had always avoided being dressed in the early evenings as that was the most likely time for one of our friends to call, usually for a quick drink and to say hello.

'Don't keep putting up barriers and making objections.' Jan said, obviously annoyed, 'You'll do as I say and to make sure you understand that, come with me. I said I was going to punish you and it starts now. Every day from now on you will be punished until we reach the number of days you were deceiving me. So, we'll say, eight years from now that punishment ends. In the meantime. any other 'sins' or misbehaviours will earn you an additional set of punishment. Now follow me.'

We went down to the bedroom and Jan told me to stand at the end of the bed. She went into her drawer and took out some stocking and tights. She tied my ankles to the bed legs, one either side. She then told me to bend over and she tied my wrists to the lower part of the bedposts.