I knew that I was in trouble as I walked through the front door of my apartment. My girlfriend, Tina was standing in my living room twirling a pair of black, lacy, silky panties around one finger. I recognized them as the ones left at my place after that one night stand fling I had with a waitress named Antonia. I had tucked them away in my shirt drawer, but had overlooked Tina's habit of borrowing my shirts. Tina was hot! "Would you care to explain these, mister?" she said archly. In a mild panic I heard myself blurt out "Uh, those are mine." Her eyebrows shot up "What!?", she was almost screaming, "You fucking pervert!" I tried to calm her down, to see how I could lie my way out of this mess, but she was suddenly all over me. Hitting and slapping me, she screamed obscenities. I took her by the arms and tried to sit her down on the couch, but then she suddenly got very calm. She said "You let go of me right now you damned fairy, or I'll tell everyone about your little hobby." Whoa, I was thrown for a loop. I stepped back quickly and said "What?". Her voice was suddenly soft and calculating "That's right. I'll tell everyone we know that you're a panty-wearing fairy-boy unless you do exactly what I say. Now strip!"
I found myself doing as she commanded. I could see no way out. I was about to lose my girlfriend or my social standing if I didn't obey. I soon found myself naked before her. She handed me the panties "Let's see what they look like on you, fairy.". I started to protest, but her look stopped me. Meekly, I complied. She soon had me parading up and down. This was getting out of hand. She sat down on the couch and stripped her pantyhose down off her legs. Ordering me to turn around she pulled my arms behind me and wrapped the nylon tightly around my wrists. She spun me around to face her and gloated "I've got some big plans for you, pansy, and if you know what's good for you, you'll behave." I watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled her white satin panties off. Puzzled I watched as she disappeared into my laundry, reappearing with a handkerchief and two clothespins. "Open wide" she said, as she wadded her panties into a ball. This was too much. She was starting to frighten me. I closed my mouth tightly. Big mistake. Her hand shot out, grabbing me by the balls. I opened my mouth to scream and it was quickly filled with her panties. Before I could spit them out, she tied the handkerchief tightly around my head, holding the panties in place and silencing my protests.
Now Tina was all business. As I tried to free my hands and grunted into my gag she unlaced my shoes. She tied each end of a shoelace to one of the clothespins. She pushed me up against the wall and said "I warned you to behave yourself.". Then to my astonishment she clipped each of the clothespins to one of my nipples! The pain shot through me like electricity. Taking the shoelace in one hand, she used it to guide me down the hall, pulling me by my painful nipples. She guided me into the bathroom and directed me into the tub. Tina then took the second shoelace and tied it to the first. She threw it over the shower curtain rod and hoisted me onto my tiptoes. Then she lowered me until I was just barely flat-footed and tied off the shoelace. She looked hard in my eyes and said "I've got to go and get some things. You'll be a good little sissy and stay right here, won't you?". I could only groan as I heard her high heels click down the hall. The front door opened and closed again, leaving me alone in this fix.
She was gone about an hour. It seemed like much, much longer. At first I struggled, tugging on my wrists, but soon gave up this ridiculous effort. I then just tried to stay as still as I could so that the strain on my poor nipples would lessen. I tried to stand on my tiptoes but this affected my balance and I was afraid of falling. I was happy to see Tina return . . . at first.
She came back into the bathroom with a number of bags. Placing them on the floor she rooted through them until she came up with a bottle of white cream. She squirted this cream onto my body from the neck down as I looked on fearfully. She donned a pair of rubber gloves before smoothing it all over then she left the room. The skin on my legs began to itch and then to burn. I tried to call Tina but if she heard she ignored me. Eventually she returned to turn on the cold water and rinse the cream from my body. I was relieved until I noticed that the hair was going with it! From the neck down, with the exception of my privates, my body was completely hairless! She finished by taking my razor and shaving my pubic hair into the shape of a heart. Tina then untied the shoelace from the shower curtain rod and used it to steer me into my bedroom.
Sitting me in a chair, Tina now produced several lengths or rope from her bag of tricks and used two of them to lash my ankles to the chair legs. Two more fastened my wrists tightly to the chair's arms. Then she carefully painted my toenails bright red. Long glamorous false fingernails were glued to my own and then painted the same bright red color. While the polish dried, she stood up and slowly removed each clothespin from my nipples. As bad as the pain had been when she put them on me it was worse now as the blood rushed in and I screamed into my gag. Tina then produced a camera and quickly documented my predicament. She said that these were for blackmail purposes should I decide to misbehave.
After my nail polish had dried, Tina untied me completely. I thought briefly about overpowering her but she reminded me of the pictures which she had secreted before untying me. She handed me a brand-new pair of black, seamed stockings and ordered me to put them on. I did and I must confess to some excitement as the sheer nylon slid smoothly over my shaven legs. I could see the red polish on my toenails through the nylon. She then outfitted me with a red satin waist-cincher with garters to support the stockings lace trimmed satin panties and a padded, push up bra. Red high heeled shoes with an ankle-strap were put on my feet to complete my attire. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was shocked to see that I was now dressed like a tramp. I would have assumed that any woman that wore this type of lingerie had only one thing on her mind
Tina interrupted my reverie by taking my hand leading me to the bedroom. I turned to face her when we reached the bed and she pushed me backwards until I was laying on my back. She reached into the night stand and pulled out four lengths of soft nylon rope attached to leather fleece lined cuffs. With the pictures as her trump card I could do nothing but comply as she fastened each of my limbs to the corners of the bed, leaving me spread in the shape of an X. Realizing my predicament, I struggled against the bonds, testing to see if I was indeed as helpless as I felt. I could only moan into my gag as Tina stood smugly and watched my ineffective struggles. She pulled a chair close to my bound form and while stroking my panty-covered cock said quietly "Didn't know that Antonia and I knew each other, did you?". I felt my eyes open wide in horror as she continued "She's on her way over now. And she's not happy at all with the way you lied to her and then dumped her after you'd gotten what you were after. Well, I'm going to leave you two alone. I'm sure you've got some things to discuss.". She watched me struggle and shake my head for a few moments before turning and walking out of the room, laughing. My struggles reached a fever pitch as I heard the front door open and close, leaving me alone in my bondage.