Tuesday's setup

Sleep came slow to Amber, he was tired physically, emotionally and mentally, but the one thing he was not, was comfortable. Metal bedroom cuffs held his arms over his head, while the corset held his middle like a pair of vice grips. He was happy the thing wasn’t' as tight this evening as Vicky had made it previously, and then he was still wearing those five-inch heels. Unable to get up or sleep his mind reflected on some of the acts that brought him here, the many girls he slept with at work trying to piece together if he had **** them to be with him. To him the ‘Me Too’ movement was mostly bullshit, none of the girls ever even said no to him. No, he determined he wasn’t the bad guy there, but he should have been honest with Victoria from the start wanting an open relationship. His dad slept around and even the girls that stuck around were aware of his intentions, but for himself he kept it a secret. What could have been if he was only honest from the start was not a mental path he wanted to go down, but that was the real mistake that got him here dressed up as a woman and being tortured to stay in the role his ex-wife who he wounded made for him. Things seemed to always go worse when he complained, maybe the answer to get through this was to agree and keep his head down as much as possible. If Vicky didn’t think it was ****, then she might let up a little, or God help him do something else... No, he couldn’t think that way, doubt led to indecision. Starting tomorrow he was going to play along, he just hoped his mental fortitude could hold. Starting tomorrow he promised himself he would be Amber, he would try to think of himself as herself. He did think ignorantly that deciding to think of himself like that made him transgender, though the idea almost made him laugh. Keep my head down, do as you are told, pretend to be Amber to my fullest and before I know it freedom and my old life getting paid what I deserve and bedding woman. Formulating the plan and coming to terms with it all seemed to be the last bit of mental energy left and soon Amber began to slumber.

Amber awoke to the most pleasant feeling; Vicky was giving a hand job to his morning wood. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked through the thick heavy eyelashes stuck to eyelids and through some of the messy red hair to just be able to see Vicky’s arm moving up and down between the large fake breasts. “Mmmm, morning.” the voice sounded groggy, but the sight of the female figure reminded Aiden that he was Amber, that he was going to try to not let Vicky get the pleasure out of the ****. Steeling his mind at what he knew would be coming from the blow job he tried to focus on what Amber would like. Amber was the type of girl that got pleasure from pleasing men, Amber loved the salty taste of cum. The thought turned his stomach, but he pushed on. He was Amber, so he liked the taste of cum...

“I think you mean good morning, don’t you Amber?” some of the morning light felted through the closed blinds giving the master bedroom a little bit of light, and it seemed Victoria woke up and decided to get right to work on her victim before doing anything else. “Mmmm, good... so good. It’s like us being back in college all over again.” Amber said trying to stay in character with them supposed to be college friends and how she mentioned she experimented a bit back then. The morning hand job felt amazing, and Amber was happy for the release and the closeness with Vicky, and tried to keep focused on what was going to happen next. “You did so good Amber, time for your reward, open up.” she said with a sly smile, ready to **** the contents into her ex’s mouth again. Victoria stopped though as she saw smile and open her mouth. When nothing happened, Amber leaned up as much a she could still bound. “Well come on silly, I want my reward. Oh.. Unless you want to share?” the redheaded vixen said returning the same type of smile Victoria had just given her. “What’s your game Aiden?” she said narrowing her eyes. With a **** giggle the disguised man replied. “Aiden, gross don’t call me your ex-husbands name. Now come on I want my reward while it is still warm, but the offer to share is still open.” still glaring at the her bound captive moved the used condom over Amber’s mouth and again she opened her mouth accepting the contents, even holding out her tongue like she really wanted it.

Unsure what he was pulling, but sure he was trying to do something Victoria dumped the cum inside Amber’s mouth, squeezing the used condom to get every last drop and then she was surprised once more seeing Amber swallow and smile after. The smile didn’t look genuine, but he was trying to act the part, but acting as he was caused her to falter in the act using his real name. Maybe that was the goal, was he trying to play some sort of chicken, she wasn’t sure cause that would just end worse for him, she would have to figure this out. “Look at you Amber lapping up the cum like a little slut, you love that don’t you.” laying back down on the pillows and no longer straining to lean forward Amber replied happily. “Slut like shouldn’t be a negative word, but you know me Vicky. I always like a salty warm treat!”

Getting ready for the day was the only time Amber got a release for the corset and heels. The relief felt amazing and Amber enjoyed it for as much as she could with that and the hot shower, though this time she wore a pink shower cap with Vicky telling her to keep it dry. When the brief time alone was over Vicky helped Amber into a beige over bust corset then left her to get dressed in white lace boyhorts, after using the tuck kit, a black long sleeve thin blouse that left the top’s of Amber’s breast exposed, a short white skirt that came to mid-thigh and the white five-inch white open toe slingbacks from the first day at the salon that were all left out for her in her room. Amber was still doing her makeup in the little mirror on her desk when Victoria walked into her bedroom fully dressed for the office. “Today missy, you have a few objectives. You need to get into the habit of checking your makeup when walking around in reflections, you need to check this at a minimum of every twenty minutes. That may seem like overkill, but trust me it is not. You will fit right in with someone the girls at work. You are going to dust around the apartment, you will do it in your shoes. So help me, if I find out you took those off for a second time, I will lock your feet in six-inch heels. After you dust you will need to vacuum the place again from all the dust coming down. No tv for you or time on your laptop, I will text you later with your login IDs for some woman’s magazines, those will be what you will read. I will be checking in on you, and you better not make me wait if I ask for a picture of what you look like.” Victoria watched as Amber nodded and then went back to adding some eyeliner in the mirror before placing a breakfast shake on the desk, full of the same things she had been giving him.

“Drink that now, I have another one in the fridge for you. I want to see a video of you drinking it all. I don’t care if the video is twenty minutes long, you will drink it. Now I should be home before you leave for your first job as a babysitter, but if I don’t make it in time. I want to wish you good luck, I know how much you love children Amber. Though one last word of warning, if you fuck with me at all today, I will come over to where you are and spank your ass right in front of that child you are watching. Clear?” finishing up with her eyeliner, Amber turned to the other woman. “I really do love them, and thank you for everything Vicky. It like means so much to me how much you are looking out for me. I promise you once I get back in the groove it will be just like old times and when I’m working you will be paid back every penny. Now you have a like fantastic day bestie!” she said standing up and embracing Victoria in a hug. Victoria returned the embrace, but just barley, this turn in personality was bothering her, it wasn’t going to make her lessen her guard though. “Okay then, do what you are told and try to have a good day too.”

With the sound of the door closing to indicate she had left Amber sat back down to finish the makeup and her face slackened, letting go of the fake smile. This act was going to be difficult, pretending to be happy about wearing heels that were practically stilts, dressed like a woman that was on the prowl was a lot. With a deep breath Amber started to go back to the job at hand when her phone buzzed. On the screen was a text saying ‘photo of your feet now!’. Crossing her feet at the ankle Amber took a shot with the phone and sent the reply ‘I just love these heels, they are one of my favorites.’ to go along with the picture. “That should shut her up.” the short sentence was said out loud, but still in an unintentional whisper as if even in the back of Amber’s mind she didn’t trust Vicky wasn’t going to punish her for speaking her mind. With a look of disgust Amber grabbed the glass and took a small sip. “Here is to a thinner waist line.” the mock toast could at least help Amber have a little cheer before getting to the days tasks.

Though out the day Victoria checked in on Amber, asking for photos of her feet, or a full body shot with a pose. The replies always came quickly and with cute messages, heck Amber even thanked her when she sent her the login information for Marie Claire, Allure, Cosmopolitan and Good Housekeeping. This is what Victoria wanted, to turn her ex-husband into... but not this quickly. He was up to something, maybe if she pushed him the right way. Thinking she thumbed through her text messages still she stopped at one Walter Arwain. It still read father-in-law so she deleted that part of the contact page. This could work, he popped by or texted her every so often to check in on her. He said it was because she was family even if she divorced his no-good son. Though he was also not shy giving her compliments and suggesting taking her out on a date, once he even kissed her on the lips when he said good bye. She hadn’t stopped him, but didn’t return the kiss either. Walt was a good looking man, still short at the same height as her, just an inch taller than Aiden. Though he had tan skin and whatever he did for moisturizer he had passed that down to his son, the man was older with a little grey in his hair but his face looked much younger. That was it then, she would Pepe le pew on Amber to watch her squirm and then maybe take him to bed so Aiden could hear her fucking his own dad. Victoria pulled up the text conversation.

Victoria: Walt, I have an old college friend in town and we wanted to get out for a bit. Is that offer for dinner still open? Maybe Friday night the three of us could meet up.

Walter: Spend time with you Vic and another pretty gal, sounds like a fun night. Of course the officer is still open, whenever and as often as you would like. Got a photo of your friend by chance?

Victoria: You horn dog you, I have plenty of pictures of her. But I think I will let her be a surprise for you and you to her. Just know she is a pretty pale skinned redhead. It will be nice to get out, looking forward to it.

Walter: Fair enough and yeah now you gave me something to look forward to for the end of the week. I will come by say six and pick the two of you up. Have a bottle of wine open for a pre-drink. See you then.

“Lets see how Amber feels about meeting daddy.” she said smiling down at her phone.