Blackmailed

I saw again that she was looking at me across the room. The teacher's droning voice just went straight over me, and I fell deeper and deeper into a love induced trance. Jess. She was incredible, beautiful, sexy, and she knew it. She had looked at me. Not just me at her as it had been previously, but her at me. Wow.

Later that day, I went into the library block to use the toilets. The disabled toilets aren't full of graffiti and have individually locking doors, so most use them. She was outside, and I went to check if the door was open, and it was, so I pulled it open. I suddenly felt a sharp push in the back, and I fell to the floor of the toilet. I heard to click as the door was locked behind me. I knew it must have been her. I started to look up, but she just grabbed my hair and pulled it. I cried out in pain.

"Shut up!" she hissed in my ear.

I couldn't believe I had been overpowered by a girl. She seemed to know what she was doing. She pulled me over onto my front, with my arms firmly locked against my back. She began to undo my trousers, with her knee holding my arms firmly in place. I struggled vigourously but she still managed to get them off me. She held them up, and I scrambled to my feet. She stood by the door, hand teasingly on the lock. I knew what she was threatening to do: unlock the door then fling it open. I was beat, and we both knew it.

"What do you want? I'll do anything, just please, don't do anything..." I tailed off. She grinned teasingly, and it worried me.

"Take off your boxers." Our eyes met. She meant it. My school shirt covered my embarassed manhood, so I knew it wasn't the worst. At least it would stop her opening the door. I slowly took them off.

"Now pass them to me." I reached over, making certain not to pull my shirt up and reveal my manhood.

"Can I please have them back?" I pleaded, eyes begging at her.

"You'll get your underwear when I say." She reached into her pocket, and I instinctively backed off to the far wall of the tiny toilet. She pulled out a camera, and snapped at least four pictures of me and my bare legs. "Now you know how this is going to work, don't you?"

I nodded meekly, and she smiled. "Now, put these on." In her outstretched hand, she held a pair of pink boyshorts. I could see a pink ribbon on the front, and her eyes glinting. "If you don't, this door gets opened, and your trousers and boxers go out." I had no other choice. I reached out and took them. As I slid the soft garment up my legs, it felt incredible. A bit too incredible, and my body reacted in the only way it knew. I tried to subtly pull my maleness back between my legs before she saw, but I saw that look in her eyes.

"Now give me your socks." By this time I knew that there was no alternative than to do whatever she asked. I took them off and passed them to her. She had obviously planned this, because she reached into her school bag, and pulled out a pair of pink toe socks. Without being prompted, I put them on.

"Can I have my clothes back yet?" I said.

"In a minute. First I want you to take off your shirt and blazer." I did, and she got out that camera again, and snapped off a few more pictures. She then passed my all my clothes, but with a warning. "You'd better keep the rest of those clothes on, or these pictures will be getting out. And I expect to see you waiting opposite school at the end of the day. You're invited to my house for the weekend." I did know her family, from church and social gatherings, but I didn't know what excuse Jess would be able to give. The rest of the day was crazy; I kept switching from worrying about the plans Jess had for me, and then I would remember the feeling of the silky undergarment against my skin, which kept me frustrated throughout the day. By the time the final bell went I was itching to find out how this was possibly going to work.

I saw her waiting there, over the road from school. She was sitting on the wall, showing off her stunning body. I walked over to her, and she grinned. "How are your boyshorts feeling?" she said, a bit too loudly for my liking. I shushed her. "Where's your lift?"

"My mum's picking me up in a minute." Her car pulled up as she said it, and she gestured for me to get in. We did, and then I asked her quietly what the excuse was. She loudly replied "We're going to work on the PowerPoint when we get in, then some more on Saturday." I decided to find out the main details later.

We pulled up at her house after a 25 minute drive. Her house was huge, and I mean huge. She was loaded, always had the best clothes, bags and makeup. I probably shouldn't have noticed that, but that was just me. We went inside, and dumped our school stuff in the hall.

Her mum just popped her head in the door. "I'm going straight out, I'll see you two tomorrow!" and the door slammed shut behind her.

Jess swivelled on the spot, and grinned at me. "Follow me. And just remember my photos, before you try any funny stuff." I reluctantly dragged myself upstairs, following behind her as she waved her behind in my face teasingly. We went into her room, and I literally gasped when I saw it. It was pink. Everywhere, pink four poster bed, pink walls, pink bedclothes, pink posters, and even pink lampshades... "Now take off your blazer, shirt and trousers." I was so embarassed. I couldn't take it. "No." She just gave me a look, as if to say 'how stupid can you get?' She squared up to me, then grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the ground. She pounced on me, and rolled me onto my front, as she had earlier in the toilets. She pulled my hands up my back into an armlock, then begain yanking my blazer off. She then started unbuttoning my shirt, and then, before I knew it, I was topless. "OK, OK, I submit!" I begged.

"It's too late now! You brought this upon yourself." She then proceeded to forcibly remove my trousers and boxers, and I was left lying down in a pair of pink boyshorts. She then tied my hands behind my back so I couldn't fight any more. She was so strong! I was utterly helpless. But then she started to remove the underwear. I wriggled and writhed, but to no avail. She had me. She pulled them down, then procured a piece of pink ribbon, and tied it in a bow around my limp member. "Now if your little winky gets excited, we'll all know about it!" She pulled my 'little winky' between my legs, and pulled her pink undies up again. She then dragged me over to her bed, and then retied my hands, this time one to each bedpost, and the same for my legs. "I'll be back in a minute." and she went out, audibly locking the door behind her. I was spreadeagled on a girl's bed in nothing but her underwear. I felt so weak. I knew that if I got excited then the ribbon would give me quite a bit of pain. I tried not to think about it. She returned, and locked the door behind her again. She was carrying some tub of beauty products, as far as I could tell. It hurt too much to stretch my neck, so I relaxed it, and looked up at the 'ceiling' of her four-poster. Suddenly I felt a cool liquid being smeared over my legs. It began to burn slightly. "Don't worry, it's just hair removal cream!" she teased. Then I felt her hand on my pantied crotch, and I panicked. Big-style. I thrashed about like a lunatic, but she had me tied down well. "What's the matter? Can't take a bit of female attention?" My senses had already been aroused, and I was reacting. She couldn't tell, because my manhood was pulled back between my legs, but then I winced. "Awwwwwwwww, has little baby got an erection? Does it hurt?" I nodded feebly. She then wiped off the hair removal cream with a damp cloth, and dried my legs with a towel. She ran her hands suggestively across them, and they felt smooth, I could tell simply bty her hands being there. Then she took another picture. "One for the album, right John?" She reached up into the inside of the top of her bed, and flipped over a huge mirror. I could see my whole body, and audibly gasped when I saw my legs. She then went over to her table in the corner and grabbed some things. I couldn't see what. But then I worked it out, when she began putting foundation on my face. She then followed with mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. I was so helpless, and she looked into my eyes, and said "Your eyes are so pretty and girly. You should have been a girl." She could clearly see my helplessness. She then untied my hands one at a time, and did the nails on each hand in a bright pink coat of varnish.

"Now get on the floor!" She undid the bonds around my feet, and I scrambled onto the floor, afraid of getting on the wrong side of her. I was on all fours, trying desparately not to catch her eye. "Now kiss my foot." she demanded. "What?!?" She really was pushing it. "Do it. Don't forget the pictures!" I sighed and reluctantly lowered my mouth to her foot. "Well done. Now you've finally worked out how this relationship is going to be working. Now get up, and put this on." She had reached under the bed and procured a pink leotard. "Wait. First, put these on." She handed me a pair of pink tights, clearly to go with the leotard. I rolled them up my legs. They started to get me excited, with their smooth texture, rubbing softly against my shaven legs. She just pointed to the leotard, and I just put it on, without question. It actually felt quite good, rubbing against my skin.

I just stood there, red-faced. She laughed. It was so embarassing. She now owned me. She could do whatever she wanted, and I couldn't do anything about it. She invited herself around to my house for the next weekend. While she was there she replaced all my male underwear with women's underwear of all kinds. I was trapped, helpless, and afraid. Would this last?


The End?