Getting ready to go

We have an appointment with the sexual counsellor at 11am. I am starting to get dressed when Helen enters the bedroom. "No, No. that's no good."

"What?"

"You're not wearing that!" I look at my blue trousers and white short and think there is nothing wrong with this, but then she goes to what I now think of as my lingerie drawer and pulls out a pink corset, white stockings, and white pumps with a 4 inch heel. "Here put these on"

"You're joking! To go to a counsellor?!"

"A sexual counsellor, and what do you think we will be talking about at this session. You might as well show him your new identity!" walking over to me and looking me directly in the eye "Remember, you need me to persuade Miss Jones to keep your secret. You wouldn't want her to tell everyone would you?" A dawning realisation of just what this session is going to be like hits me, and I feel my adrenalin spike, my palms go sweaty. I am genuinely fearful of what Helen is going to make me do. Perversely, my cock gets hard in my cage, which does not go unnoticed - Helen just arches an eyebrow and smiles.

I acquiesce. I start to dress, with her helping me put on the corset. There are no panties, just my cock cage. And of course she padlocks the shoes on my feet so that there is no way I can take them off.

At the door, I am given an overcoat to cover me up and with great trepidation, I head to the car.