When I finally woke up I was in bed. At the time I had no memory of how I got there, but for the episode of being given some clothes in the living room and being overwhelmed with fatigue. Some menās clothes, bought by Devina. Things came to me later, but weāll get to that …
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As the taxi took me back to my sister Jennās house I occupied myself by thinking of ways I might extract suitable punishment from the degenerate and dangerous Devina. Not only had she seen me in panties, the result of a perfectly innocent situation, but she had photographed me and posted the picture on social …
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I woke up the next morning in a state of mild panic, having slept right through my alarm. I was due for the interview at 11 am, and it was already 9.45. As I pulled on the beige pants I had borrowed from my sisters husband I couldnāt help thinking I was not dressing to …
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It was one of those crazy situations that you just never believe can happen. I was visiting my sister in San Francisco and arrived at the airport only to find my luggage was in Albuquerque ā which was not part of the plan at all. Iād flown out of Chicago just hours before having been …
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Andrea is feeling the power of love. And what a delightful experience it is sure to be… Or not. Find Part 50 HERE. If you’ve not yet started reading Clothes Maketh The Man you can find the index to all pages here: Http://FionaDobson.com/cmtm š Fiona
The door closed behind Veronica and I was left throbbing, and wondering what had just happened. Or ānotā happened. I wasnāt sure if I should be angry or feel a sense of excitement. As the clack clack of her heels receded down the corridor I was left feeling empty. I sat on the edge of …
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Andrea is loosing her grip – and a lot more besides. Thank goodness Devina has thought of everything and is going to see that Andrea’s needs are all met. Well, almost.
Confronted with the increasing awareness that what little was left of my masculine self was shrinking rapidly I resolved to confront a question that had been lingering in my mind. In the weeks Iād been under Devinaās exquisite but torturous tutelage I had not experienced a release of my own passions so much as once. …
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When I think back to the events of that day, I think it was Devinaās cold look of appraisal as I was being so heartlessly used that I found most haunting. I had seen on the video the way she observed quietly, making discrete comments now and then to the other man in the room. …
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I drove home slowly after it was all done. Iād witnessed something that had shown me how far I had come and how much I had changed. I caught sight of myself in the reflections of the traffic as I drove home. A face, quite clearly female, reflected in a shop window. Time seemed to …
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Did you know you can find all episodes of Clothes Maketh The Man here. FD. To say I was disappointed with how the golf turned out was an understatement. Here I was trying to shift Devinaās view of me, and all the while I was sinking deeper into a quagmire of humiliation. How could Devina …
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I shouldnāt have been surprised when I received the text from Devina, though it wasnāt what I was expecting. Nothing about Devina was what was to be expected. I was to meet her at The West Hills Golf And Country Club. While Iād not played golf in years Iād made quite a good name for …
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I called Devina the following morning directly after breakfast, keeping the excitement from my voice. I felt silly, but didnāt want to betray the fact that I was looking forward to hearing her. After all, I didnāt wish to seem too eager. The phone rang a few times, and just as I thought it was …
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I will admit that there are depths of depravity I am not proud of, I thought to myself as I prepared myself for the evening with Claude. We do push ourselves to extreme limits, do we not? And in finding those limits it becomes easier to go further still. Following a civilised meal, in which …
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Waking on the Monday morning I gradually assembled the fragments of my life. Devina, the woman holding the key to the chastity device that almost seemed to be a part of me now. My business, doing surprisingly well under the circumstances. My girlfriend, the lying cheating lesbian bitch ā if indeed she could still be …
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There were a couple of dozen people in the room, and a maid was passing among them handing out drinks from a tray, and taking orders. As I glanced around I got the feel of the room. It was fairly clearly divided into men, and one or two couples, who were evidently the guests, and …
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I looked through the mirror glass at Veronica, in the empty room. She looked tired, but not unhappily so. Devina turned to me and said, āGo on in and clean her up. You might as well get acquainted, youāre going to be linked from here on in.ā With that Devina turned on her heel and …
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Over the next few days I waited in anticipation of a call from Devina. It seemed as though she had forgotten me and while I went through the motions of work my every spare moment was consumed with thoughts of her and how I might turn this relationship from its current course. Perhaps sheād respond …
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I was pushed into the bedroom, Mandyās slight but powerful form driving me toward the bed. She was most insistent, like an oversexed yoga ninja that knew what she wanted and would take it at all costs. āDarling, youāre a little insistent tonight,ā I said, steadying myself as she forced me back on the bed. …
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I pulled into the evening gridlock, the smell of Devina still in my head. The way sheād towered above me, so controlled, her big eyes inspecting me had left me feeling both more unsettled about her motives and yet compelled by the undeniable feelings growing within me. I couldnāt help but feel desire for Devina. …
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